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The sound he made could have only been referred to as a chortle at miss Alfric's jumping. She leaves him mildly amused and laughing into his eggnog as he wonders back over towards her with the drink. He's obviously unbothered by her comments and his smile is as wide as ever.

"But where is the fun in that miss Cait?" he jests, because he most certainly can do that and will continue to.

Easily distracted by the sweets he does not often eat (not intentionally, his diet's just never had a lot of sugary things in it) Evan reaches out to pluck up another one and nibble on it as they talk. "And thank you, its godawful and I felt like everyone else needed to witness it with me."

He pats the head of the rapidash jutting from his chest to accentuate the comment he makes. He only breaks away from their conversation long enough for his eyes to flit to the man's announcement about a dance with a curiously raised eyebrow before turning back to the young lady who is ushering someone else over.

The more the merrier.

>>continues chatting with cait alfric over eggnog and treats
>>Acknowledges kim cole-essam's announcement with a raised eyebrow, little skeptical

>>wearing an oversized version of this monstrosity but with a galar rapidash instead

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She seems to accept his answer even if she might not be fully convinced. Evan doesn't blame her, many an individual would stare a storm like this in the face and think they can best it but few can truly do so without significant preparation- something he shows little signs of. His own pack is small and the supplies minimal.

Evan nods, following alongside her and her stantler, a top on his wrist returning his musharna to its pokeball as he keeps an eye on the delibird. He can't imagine it'll be able to get much further than them in the storm.

"You're welcome to take the bird with you, it's more important it's cared for." he glances her way, because it's true to an extent. He's nothing in particular (lies). Even if he gets a little lost in this storm it won't be a problem for him to find a reasonable enough shelter to wait it out butt he bird? If it means enough to the region for the league to seek them out and aid them then it's more important she take care of it.

"Really, I can manage." he tries to insist, eyes facing forward again with the determination he's always had about these things. Evan as the wind bites at him he assess his team, who sits on his wrist, the joltik tucked against the small of his back (he insists, and evan reluctantly agrees) and his knowledge of the area.

They can manage. "I don't want you losing him because I'm on foot any more than you want to leave me behind." the snow collects on his boots as he walks through it on the path, and he already knows he'll be chilled to the bone when he gets home but that's alright.

cait alfric

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"How pleasant." he comments gently as the music shifts, he expects the evening to be full of this style of song. It's only fitting for what is likely intended to be a pleasant holiday evening. Evan expects better of the citizens of Hoenn of course, his people watching would be awful boring otherwise.

He's content in the activity until he spots the young woman with the eggnog and his eyes go a little wider with delight before he scuttles over towards the part of the table they are placed on. Though he rarely indulges in such drinks it wouldn't be a true holiday without at least one glass. The one with an adult label. Because he's an adult. Mostly. Mostly.

Evan purposely pulls the over long sleeves over his hands like a child as he holds the chilled glass and watches the antics of no one in particular, raising an eyebrow at their none too cheery santa most of all but writing him off just as quickly.

>>scuttles over to where @noblesse is because e g g n o g
>>holding his cup with his sweater over his hands like the adult he is

>>wearing an oversized version of this monstrosity but with a galar rapidash instead

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8/10
Your hair is positively gorgeous and I commend you for the upkeep. Long hair takes work.

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The color almost blends into the snow bank it is huddled in and Evan nearly misses it. The blue is bright but fades into the white of the snow storm well enough for anyone to miss if they aren't looking for it. He keeps his eyes on it only because it does not match his usually recollection of the pokemon.

He gestures quietly to his fox and the flaming moth. The heat dissipates as they move closer, put on pause so as not to alert the pokemon tot heir presence. With a flick of his wrist and a look the two are fast at work, the heat wave from his volcarona disturbs it while the psychic power of his fox holds it in place, forcing it to be worn down with little option to retaliate while he throw the safari ball.

Evan has little interest in such pokemon but usually others do.

>>capping next spawn

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Luckily the falling spikes never make it to the human the pokemon surround, the psychic type putting up a physical barrier to hinder their fall from the tree tops before they can make it to them. Evan looks up into the trees, tracking the rustling more out of curiosity than anything. The pokemon is snickering from above, amused by it's own trick of waiting for an unsuspecting victim to its attack.

Evan does not get the chance to commend the pokemon for a well executed surprise attack even if it didn't connect. Had he been with a different type of pokemon it might have.

Regardless, he has a feeling the pokemon might not really need to be told.

>>passing next

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Evan decide it is time for a break. stopping for a moment with his pokemon beneath the cover of a cluster of trees. They are more than willing to stand near him and keep him warm against the wind as it picks up and they stay there awhile. Perhaps it would be best to go back? Evan decides against it, not until he and his pokemon are no longer able to best the blizzard. Pushing themselves to the limit has always been what made it possible for them to get through anything.

Besides, the snow fall stops after awhile and Evan sees a scattering of star shaped pokemon across the snow and smiles. It's an interesting sight to say the least and he enjoys it greatly. They wait awhile, admiring the pokemon as the stand from their spots of waiting and move slowly across the safari's terrains, the odd little pin points of foot prints they leave behind make an amusing pattern and Evan dances through them. There's a tune in his head as he find joy despite the weather, steps moving from one spot to another in the pattern of their steps.

He chuckles as his pokemon follow after him, a man charmed by nature.

>>passing new spawn

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As the storm starts to pick up Evan makes the decision to double down on his pokemon, the Volcarona has been making a nest in the rooftops of the Stray for awhile after coming home with him during the bug contest. He doesn't take them with him often out of a preference to let them do as they please but with the unusual weather he has pulled his fire types out of the wood works to go with him.

The waves of heat are subtle but enough to keep them all comfortable through the falling snow and he's grateful for the bug's willingness to come along. They attract friends, other pokemon that are having a rough time in the snowfall and Evan allows them to travel beside them until they find shelter in the safari to keep them safe. They're no different than they are, simply trying to make due in the one thing the Safari doesn't have full control over: the weather.

A pineco takes shelter in a dense tree, finding it fitting compared to the warmth of his Volcarona and Delphox, and Evan gives a gentle wave as the leave the pokemon behind.

>>passing new spawn

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merry xmas friend

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"Someone doesn't seem to be a very cheery santa over there." The man comments, seeming to appear from now where in particular in the crowd to hove over miss cait alfric's shoulder. Perhaps because she is a familiar face and he cannot help but be drawn to the ones that stand out the most. "Gorgeous outfit dear, you wear it well." his voice is smooth as silk as he reaches around her to grab a treat, revealing the monstrosity that he is wearing.

Evan chuckles at the familiar faces already up to some kind of antic. The night might start mellow but he imagines it will only be a matter of time before the whole ball is boisterous as can be. That's half of why he attends these kinds of things though, it'd be easy for him to just not show up but it's always so amusing to see. He's content to watch from the treat table more than anything.

>>will tag as we interact
>>evan appears behind cait and compliments her
>>grabs a treat
>>wearing an oversized version of this monstrosity but with a galar rapidash instead

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Her stick finally comes alight again and Evan claps for her too and she seems to take some sort of delight in it. Their little adventure seems to be doing well to stretch her horizons and he's glad he made the choice to bring her with him. The Delphox may soon become a favored member of his ever growing hoard. He never thought staying in one place could allow him to have so many.

He's on alert when a pokemon barrels through with a flame in a wheel fashion and they both part to make way for her it, the fox using her psychic to push him back fast enough to be missed by the fire. The two of them turn to spot the oddly colored pokemon come to a stop in front of them and wave as if this is some manner of hell

Neither of them is entirely expecting this, Evan laughs and the pokemon laughs back at him. He waves and it waves again. The fox is perplexed but allows the exchange until eEvan offers it the safari ball and it jumps in.

>capping next spawn

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5/10
Little bland for my tastes but you wear it well enough