[attr="class","evantalk"]

"I see." he wants to inquire more about the nature of the birds and the aid they give to them. It's not his first time hearing of them or even seeing one but this sounds like a recent development and he can only have a growing curiosity about it. He was too tied up in leagal jargon the past year to have delved far into things like this.

He doesn't get the chance to ask, being forced to pull up his scarf against his chin, grateful for the hat he remembered to wear on the way out or else he might have forgotten. He even bothered to put on what he can only refer to as his Snowpoint pants as they are made specifically for warmth in the freezing climate of Sinnoh's snowy region.

Evan's teeth still chatter a little as he speaks, because he has never been made well for the cold. "I had better be, for his sake too something tells me he's going to need just as much help." he gestures to the bird, now trying to return to his own trek despite the musharna's insistence that he wait while the humans talk. The bird seems to not have time to waste on them in the slightest.

His eyes look out over the path, because the truth is they can manage fine if he can make it to a wider part of the trails. He didn't anticipate the snow settling in so fast, perhaps it has been too long since he's visited the snowy mountains and his hard earned memory of the weather has begun to wan.

"I've been through worse." he insists, growing a little louder, because it's true. Technically. A lot of technically. There's a sort of hard determination in his features that speaks volumes. He's done this before, and can easily do it again if he must.

He looks back to her, waiting to see what she intends to do.

cait alfric

[attr="class","evantalk"]

"And your trio looked well cared for and well trained. It's admirable." he returns the compliment, feeling it unbecoming to do any less when she's made such a comment on his own. Especially for that pair, as they are some of his pokemon that have been with him the longest.

Their conversation does not detour for long and Evan has not complaints about the matter, content to talk as much as she likes. Especially when she turns to a topic he cares as much for as the Stray.

"I imagine your presence would put it back on the map to many, I hope you wouldn't come just for that though." he doesn't care much for publicity, the nonsense of society is beyond him in many ways but he understands how to many it can be the greatest draw and reason to go somewhere. Simply having someone stand on the wood steps of his back porch could double his traffic. Keeping them coming is a different story.

Evan stares upwards, looking past the trees to the sky as he talks. "I usually books locals, wondering travelers with a talent or traveling performers. I offer room and board to those that need it in exchange for the service and locals like the idea of showcasing their own somewhere in a world that usually won't look twice at them." And he likes it too, feeling there could be no better performers to have on his stage. Even the gym leader in front of him, should she take the stage it won't be because of who she is in the public eye.

"I imagine they would take well to you being from the area too, another side of one their dear leaders." it will be because she is a part of this region, and she belongs there as much as the rest of it does.

cait alfric

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[attr="class","evantalk"]

[attr="class","evantalk"]

It takes them by surprise, he hears the rustles in the leaves too late and his eyes snap to the source but don't have enough time to process before the light goes out.

Her stick is dim and she tries to light it again, the mystical fire that had been fueling it refusing to light and Evan bites his lip. He knows what sort of thing this means and it is never good. "Move." he tugs at her fur and the wood hammer comes while she desperately seeks for a fire that has always been her solace. "make a wall, force it back." she looks at him with panic in her eyes but she has seen his other pokemon do it, the activity takes focus but her psychic energies surface in the form of a blockade. She visualizes it moving, further and further back and it force the pokemon out of its hiding place and away.

"Future sight." he doesn't know just how strong she is but will determine it bit by bit as they go. The act of layering moves is something most of pokemon learn at some point or another, Evan is a fan of combining things to create effects that are of undeniable use in battle. The energies begin to swirl and as they reach their peak her wall wavers, but before the next attack can make contact the psychic powers hit and the pokemon falls to the snow.

Evan takes no interest in it, moving forward with a nudge at her side. They have more ground to cover and now they must stay closer to stay warm.

>>passing

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the lake is freezing over, slowly but surely as they come to walk across its bank. They watch as the pokemon bob up and down in the water, likely deciding on their path towards safety as the waters grow colder and threaten to freeze them in bellow the surface.

Evan nids in their direction and his fox thinks about it for a moment before complying, using her own psychic energy to lift the water types from the water in bundles. She deposits them on shore and a few wander back in but many go out into the safari, taking shelter from the brewing storms.

>>Passing

[attr="class","evantalk"]

Something shimmers in the distance and they move towards it, the delphox uneasy about the idea of simply going after something shiny and Evan is as easily distracted as a pachirisu. He won't be satiated either, until he knows what could possibly be glimmering in the snow enough to catch his eye. She'll learn with time that he sees better than he seems like he would.

The snow makes it a bit of a trek but he seems to be the hindrance it tries to pose does not stop him, and soon they find their mark in the snow. The glimmering voltorb shimmers and shines, coating itself in energy over and over again though Evan does not quite get why. He doesn't approach and neither does she, the two huddle against a rock and watch, avoiding battles where they can.

After awhile it seems to wonder away, whatever it was doing leaves him questioning and curious. Perhaps the warden will know on his way out tonight. Or perhaps not. He'll have to remember when he goes to leave first however.

>>passing

[attr="class","evantalk"]

His body tenses at the sound beneath his layers, hoof beat against the silence of an abnormal snow.

It's instinct that readies him as he turns towards the sound, eyes hard and hand hovering over the wrist strap his pokemon sit on. He does not expect to be interrupted on the mountain side with the sudden snowfall and suspects the worse in an instant. Only madmen (such as himself) would be out in this snow.

She dismounts however, and before long it is a familiar face and voice to go with it. There's is an obvious relief in his stature as he relaxes, hands returning to his side where they can be hidden away in the pockets of his jacket and sleeves of his sweater. The scarf around his neck hides the smile but it seeps into his voice as it always does.

"Oh you'll learn you can find me just about anywhere love." he jests, chuckling and his breath turns to mist in the air in front of him. "I'm surprised to see you up here, I didn't expect anyone else would be willing to venture out this far."

No longer considering the newcomer a threat, he turns back to his musharna and the traveling bird. It seems to have been set free but is fussing at his pokemon about... something. He's not entirely sure what but the psychic type is as mellow as ever. Proving why Evan often jests about him being little more than a pink bowling ball.

cait alfric

[attr="class","evantalk"]

The chuckle is soft, light on his lips and somehow so very unfitting for a man who looks like he does. Few expect him to sound so thoroughly happy and yet it seems to be the only thing he ever is.

Evan is distracted as he follows her, the small god that follows in the air above them being something that has not quite sunk in yet. He's heard the stories, seen the news, but had yet to see one in the flesh. Let alone one he recognized and without thinking a hand settles on his right hip. It's habit that compels the movement because no amount of doubt can truly convince him it's not real.

His eyes turn away when she speaks, and it is a good thing she pulls him away from his thoughts because the idea of the gods is comfortable while their presence is unsettling. Answering her questions is easiest of it all.

"I hate to disappoint" he begins, smile solemn at the sad state the Stray had been in for much of his youth. "but not nearly as many as there used to be. Maybe one of two of us, the old man before me used to say I was the only one that came back anymore."

It wasn't a bad thing per say, because many had made the place a building block of their lives. He just wasn't one of them, not in that way.

"The old man used to tell me stories though, and I've found newspapers and journals from the past and the amount of people that have passed through it" it's evident in his voice how it fascinates him, his tone shifting to show it. "those walls used to be brimming with them. Society just doesn't need it the same way anymore I guess."

It's a sad fact that he hates, even most trainers nowadays are used to using things like the pokecenters or hotels, the idea of staying at a Tavern never crosses their minds. It wasn't just that though, the old man was ready to let it go, he was ready to let the legacy die. It's story was so very old. "I like to think that could be brought back though, at least a little bit."

He pauses at her pokemon, as green as she is and somehow he is not surprised. They seem well trained and eager to complete the tasks she gives them and he wonders if he shouldn't make a contribution. He taps the balls on his wrist two at a time, releasing the whisicott and lilligant. A tap at his lips tells them all they need to know and they wonder off much the same as her own. They have always been the better of his foragers, tracking down roots and berries with ease.

"they should be able to help a little, would be a shame not to pull my weight."



cait alfric

[attr="class","evantalk"]

He can see his breath.

It floats into the air in front of him and his eyes nearly cross watching it down the bridge of his nose. He breaths again, watching the warmth turn to mist as it shifts into the breeze. How odd, the tropical region very rarely sees snow and Evan can't quite say he was ready for it to be quite like this. They're lucky he thinks, they are in between snowfalls.

At least he hopes they will be, whoever it is that will be joining him. One of the old ladies that is always around the bar insisted, saying he needed to go on at least one date this season. He tried to talk her out of it but she kept telling him again and again 'You're getting older kid, you gotta settle down now before you don't get one at all! Put someone else in that ed back there with you!' and Evan grimaces at the sound of her voice in his head. There are many things in this world he simply rolls with the punches on but his love life is not one of them.

Evan does not want a love life, and as such he has vowed to view this 'date' as nothing more than a friendly outing with someone that might be a new friend rather than a date. It doesn't show on his face as he looks down at the carry out tray for the coffee he picked up on his way to the park where he was supposed to meet up with his 'date'. Evan puts on his best smile, which isn't hard because he is almost always smiling, and waits on the bench in the park.

He hopes they're nice at least.

Laurence Anderson

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Bare feet make their way up the old steps in a mindless fashion, there is no delicate steps and the old wood creaks beneath his feet because his feet are heavy with the weigh of his thoughts. He knows the vaporeon is following behind him with a gentle sway, it's steps silent unlike his and he tries to focus on hearing them against the wood instead of worrying about what's on his mind.

Gods and demons, unholy and holy, things that are beyond him but are him in ways he cannot convey to others. Things he cannot talk about, old and archaic and things he had thought were far behind him before tonight. He had almost destroyed himself over them before he let it all go. He had no intentions of turning back to a world- a self that he has turned away from.

And yet-

And yet he wonders. How would it have changed things.

He does not look over his shoulder to see if Lars follows him to the upper floor where the rooms are because he imagines he will follow before long. In the mean time he busies himself with a room half way down the hall. It's cozy and covered in red and purple because one of the previous bartenders tried to theme them by colors. Evan does not think he'll keep that idea for long but he's been more caught up in taking over and getting the basics done first. This comes later. He ducks out to a closet in the hall, and goes to work making sure the sheets are fresh and clean and the room is tidy. It'll be free for the night, a courtesy on him for a patron that comes often enough for it.

He's fixing the comforter, vaporeon leaning against his ankles when the other catches up with him.

Laurence Anderson

[attr="class","evantalk"]

They trudge forward through the snowfall which seems to stay steady during their out. Evan is not surprised, he imagined that if it was going to snow in a region like this is was bound to snow good. After all, if the weather was going to go to this kind of trouble it might as well make it worth while.

He comes to a stop in a clearing, the fox huddling up close against him to offer her warmth and Evan grins a silent thank you to her. He gets distracted, watching as the snow falls, the flurries swirling in the air as they hit the ground. It doesn't really matter that he can see his breath in front of him because for the moment the world is enchanting. The snow is deadly and dangerous and beautiful and this is the perfect chance to admire it.

He almost misses the small ball like pokemon rolling through the clearing in front of them, but catches it just in time to realize what is happening and nearly doubles over laughing.

The world is also just as ridiculous, and that is why he loves it so much.

>>passing

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important threads!
gacha thread
garden thread
campsite'

Completed threads by month they are completed (for the curry system)
name

January:
mission | 1 page | 2 letters
solo 06 | capture | 1 page | 1 letter
solo 7 | 1 page | 1 letter
social | 1 page
duo wild | page 3 | 2 letters
solo 8 | 1 page | 1 letter
solo 9 | 1 page | 1 letter
safari | 2 pages | 1 letter
mission | 2 pages | 3 letters
capture | 2 pages | 2 letter

mission | 1 page | 2 letter
capture | 1 page | 1 letter
capture | 1 page | 1 letter
capture | 1 page | 1 letter
social | 2 pages | 1 letter
capture | 1 page | 1 letter
mission | 2 pages | 3 letters
mission | 1 page | 3 letters
capture | 1 pages | 1 letter
gym | win | 5 letters
gym | win | 5 letters
capture | 5 pages | 1 letter


February:
raid event | 13 pages | 3 letters
mission | 2 pages | 3 letter
social | 5 pages | 2 letters