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tbh 10 was easier than i expected

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She bears down on it before he can stop her, she's been on edge already anyway and he did tell her they were here to hunt. The mimikyu is as used to it as he is, having spent many of his younger years acquiring food in this manner before he got the hang of modern society, and even then it seemed odd not to hunt. Perhaps it was something else ingrained to him that he couldn't quite give a name to.

The pokemon is reeled in, pulled from the surface of the water and in an instant engulfed in shadow. He barely even gets to see what they've reeled in before the shadow distorts, her control of it terrifying in its own right. The pokemon has been with him a lifetime and a half, 2 decades of life on the road has left her with a viciousness that Evan only allows her to sate when they hunt lest she make the rest of the world too weary of her- of them. He can't blame her for it after all, he was the one that allowed it in a time of his life that he felt it appropriate to allow. Now he thinks differently, or at least tries to.

Evan does not turn away, flinch or close his eyes. He retains his presence because to do anything less would he dishonorable. Even as the shadows form along her claws, slipping under the hem of her rag disguise with a quiet precision. The pokemon slices through her own shadow and with it the pokemon bound within. The shadow releases and what is left of the pokemon falls to the surface of the water, Evan grimaces. it's hard to say anything could have even been done with what was left of the pokemon. "Too far meg, you know better than that." he scolds her, a tap of her pokeball returning her. He stands with a sigh, running a hand though his hair.

It's a waste, and he's not sure what to do about it with this one.

>>there we go ovo

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dahlia goode
<3 I'm glad you like it! to be honest he would think it was charming if she had his books because despite their popularity he firmly believes it's not that big of a deal, but would be glad she thought well enough of them to let him speak with her.

Evan would try to answer her inquiries as best he can, as it's kind of an odd topic for him to approach from his side. However, he being commissioner may earn her some leeway in getting answers others don't because he feels things with officials go better if he doesn't dodge around the bush all the time.

either way I'd be really excited to get a thread up and see how it goes between them and if it goes well enough maybe more will come out of it <3

since i know you're busy I can throw a thread up for them whenever or you can when you get the chance. Just let me know here or ping me in the discord to let me know <3

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Evan is not much for fishing but he is hesitant to openly hunt on the sandbars of the water routes. Something about being so exposed puts him on edge and deters him, leaving him to sit on the sand bar with his feet planted firmly just before the water laps at his ankles.

How cold. and he makes a note not to be dragged into the water, the chill offers too many dangers not just by his own risk of life but even if he doesn't die the metal adorning his body quickly becomes a hazard in the frosty sea waters. At tap at his wrist releases his musharna, unlikely to let him fall beneath the surface while his mimikyu is sometimes rather up in the air. She rattles at his side, uneasy about the darkness of the water's depths. It's not the first time she's seen them, but she's never quite gotten used to them.

He pats her head, the fishing rod sitting in his other hand being planted against the sand to keep it upright. He cast out more than he cares to but he's been having slim luck at his usual spots in the rivers and lakes around the area. He takes it as a sign for a change of pace.

And besides, the sun is high and it's almost comfortable here, below it's warmth. Like a daze, like a dream, that reoccurring dream, it's happened more than he'd like to admit since that nightmare...

>>solo wild

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There is a flash of something across his face as Evan contemplates the question, to answer honestly or brush it aside? He determines it is rhetorical or otherwise not truly meant for him and his opinion is best kept in his head. Most do not expect his opinions about such things to be much more than a shrug of his shoulders- the exact answer he gives his dear patron from across the table. And besides, such opinions are things he left far behind him a long time ago, to think too greatly about things that are not truly of his concern is to eat away at what is left of his soul by his own choice.

His pen moves from the papers to his lip, tapping away lightly beside the piercing and for a moment he thinks that perhaps it is time for another one. How long has it been? Not since new years last year and it's almost near years again. Right on time he supposes. He's lost in the thoughts and the soft click of the pen against the metal, a mixture of things to entertain his brain while Lars speaks to him. He presses it against hi lip before he answers, tone laced in mild disappoint because the comment has flown over Lars' head. "Formality and record keeping." it's a technical answer that brings his pen back to the papers in front of him with a gentle shrug, different from the last one. Before he was brushing the topic off, now he's answering it.

"Humans know a lot of things but they forget a lot of things too, they forget what they agreed to, what they accepted as the full story what they didn't- all kinds of things that they want to keep a record of to make sure everything is straight and proper." Evan sets the papers down on the table again, he's gotten through more of them than he expected to. His elbow makes its way to the wood and his chin settles on the heel of his hand, fingers curling in front of his chin.

"Of course we all know that's why. But as much as we like order we thrive in chaos and our own little bubbles just as well. Humanity is nothing if not a giant contradiction wrapped in nonsense." he chuckles, but there's something serious in his grin, as if it is a token of wisdom learned from too many things seen and too many things done. [or done to him, around him, in front of him, because of him]

"Why are we on such a serious topic anyway? You're not supposed to talk like this in a bar you're supposed to be laughing so hard you fall out of your chair!" His face brightens up like an exploding firework against the night, shifting from topic to topic like a leaf blown by in the wind. The man is nothing if not contagious in his whimsies. "You should have seen old man Thompson last night, the one from the metal work family from way back when in rustboro?" the other man is likely to know the old burly bastard without much more description, after all he's a regular that won't let anyone forget how once upon a time his family was the best metal workers the region had ever seen. "We had a comedian performing and he laughed so hard he had to sit on the floor the rest of the night so he wouldn't fall out of his chair!"

Laurence Anderson

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The vaporeon settles again between his feet as the pair seem to make decent work of the carkol. An eyebrow raises and her choice to capture it but otherwise makes no comment on the matter. He doesn't even expect the thank you, as far as he's concerned it's more a lesson to be learned for her. Just because you think something in the wild has been bested does not mean the wilds won't find something else to throw at you. There's always something else.

Her question is met with his eyes snapping their attention to her, a sudden movement that on anyone else seems unalarming but his eyes give it it an added eeriness. The man is well aware of the effect he can have on people but somehow seems oblivious to the idea of paying closer attention to his own behaviors to mitigate it. "Who knows!" he says almost too chipper with an innocent smile. She's asked a question he prefers to leave up in the air, he's always gotten a bit of a kick out of the type of responses people have to his eyes. They're contacts of course, tattoos, while possible, come with risks to the eyes that even he's not willing to take. Custom contacts though? Those he can get behind. Not that anyone needs to know that.A man needs to have a little mystery about him right?

Evan crouches, bringing himself closer to the vaporeon at his feet so that he can pet the water type, it nuzzles at his hand with a trill at the attention. The pokemon is quite the cuddle bug and quite possibly one of his most mellow pokemon. "You're welcome. Is there a particular look owners of things are supposed to have?" he inquires, head tilting with innocent curiosity, as if to say he wants a genuine answer to her question. Which he does, Evan is an ever curious thing and will always listen intently when an answer is given.

Before she can answer a pair of pokemon wonder onto the path and he's struck by an idea. More like a little trick to show her, and perhaps help what looks to be a young pokemon bound to wear itself out after awhile. "Poise, buddy, wanna cover the area for me?"

The pokemon snorts at him but stands, slinking out from under him with a sway of his body. The pokemon moves with a deftness that likely plays a part in the popularity of the species. He dances around the wild things, coating them and the area with water via his water gun, the camerupt retorting with a snort at the stinging water and preparing a slue of fire for them.

"Rest is all your's" he says with a nod towards the water pooling beneath the pokemon, a perfect conductor for the electricity supplied by her own pokemon, hoping she'll catch his drift. His pokemon don't need the experience nearly as much. His own joltik would be able to supply the combo well enough but he sees no reason to pull the little thing out of its hiding place if she's willing to play along.

The musharna watches her closely, prepared to interfere should the need arise, psychic energies swirling around him in preparation for a psychic defense should she be too slow to the mark.

Annie Mei
>>no captures!

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@toto

this sounds perfect then <3

Go ahead and get a thread for them up at your leisure if you like! I have a backlog to get to so it may take me a little time to get there. So if you're excited enough go for it ovo

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@toto

he 100% does, it's literally in the spirit of the Stray and how it got its name! He takes in stragglers that need a little guidance just as much as anything else she just won't be allowed to be working while the bar is open/interact with the bar if she's working off room and board. If some one if underage he mostly just has them help clean up the main room/rooms in the building and the like so this is 100% an option.

He'd insist on her staying the night if she happens upon the Stray late in the night with no other options, would be more than happy to give her a place to stay when she's in the area any time after afterwards. While her age would definitely make him less likely to open up too much he'd dote on her like he does most youngsters and his experience can usually result in pretty decent advise. While he's very much a mother hen he also easily takes on a sibling like role for youngsters if they're around him enough so I'd say that's a more likely route especially once he realizes how sheltered she's been. he'd always be willing to answer questions and the like when he can because he knows how it is to be lost in the city with no clue what's going on.

So yeah she's welcome at the Stray any time <3

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I know you just did a bunch for him but you were just faster than I was to add this

PYROMANIAC (50 PD)
catch 5 fire-typed pokemon.
[larvesta, volcarona, houndour, a!marowak, delphox]

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oh hell yes psychic fox let's go

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Evan grins, he's not surprised to find the news articles kept in a box back here and already has an idea. It seems like exactly the kind of thing that should be framed and kept on the walls, proof fo the mark this place once made on the town and if he can help it, will make again before he leaves it's many walls behind. Perhaps that's the goal in this whole thing? He can't be sure. He didn't really think about taking over the place when he did it a year or so ago, it just seemed right. Now that it comes to mind he feels like that might just be what he's meant to do with the place. He'll think about it more later, for now he's a story to tell and Evan is so very fond of telling takes.

"It's a Tavern, technically. Both on paper and in functionality but the rooms are rarely rented out nowadays due to how commonplace hotels are and rgubly, this place isn't going to give you 5 star room and board. This isn't the kind of place and most aren't looking for that. Most of the people that stay the night here are the ones that forgot to book rooms and everywhere else is full, the occasional history buff tourist that found it on the web or something and wanted the experience for themself, occasionally I see gamers and their ilk looking for the closest thing they'll ever get to a real game or movie experience by staying in a place like this." Evan has to laugh t that, because it's baffling what kind of people seem to actually take notice of the open vacancy sign in the window. It's not terribly large, painted onto the same wood sign that has been there for decades. Many seem to think it nothing but decoration because it isn't the same neon and garish attention grabber they are used to seeing.

"The Stray started out as nothing but a building in Rustboro, by a gentleman with not family, no wife, no children. He just wanted to live his simple life and a down to earth little town. If you aren't going to be a farmer something like a tavern is the perfect fit, you'll see all kinds of faces and travelers, never boring but never fussy. It grew in popularity and soon became a mark for the local hoodlums and travelers." his grin couldn't really get any wider, after all he himself fit the bill in more ways than most realized. The story of the place hit home for him. "He could have just shooed them out like everyone else did but instead the gentleman offered them room and board in exchange for help around the place. Even the youngest orphans could do a task for lunch and a wall to sleep against. He gave them a spot by the fire place- which sadly has been removed since then- if it got too cold and gained a reputation for not just caring for them but many turned out to be good members of the community as they aged because of him. The Tavern never had a name, but many started calling it the home of the Strays, because that's who he gave a home to most."

Evan pauses, turning over the item in his hand and letting the story settle for a moment. It was important to give people a moment to think over things when you're telling a long tale. At least he thinks so, and this one is long and important to the local area. "Of course this is a rather short handed version, but long winded one could have us tied up for hours." he chuckles, sorting another box full of items into the categories he wants them in and looking over at Lars for a moment to be sure he still had his attention. "Ultimately though, that was how this place got it''s name.

"It's not grand story, it's no tale of heroes or villains or anything terribly special when you really think about it. Not in that sense. It was simply the life of an old man, caring for people no one else was because he thought it was the right thing to do. When he passed one of the many boys that had grown up in these walls took over, and according to both local stories and one of the only old ledgers still in the back room of the main building, the first thing the kid did was start to set aside money for the sign out front, he commissioned it off one of the regulars at the time. A craftsman that was all too eager to finally give the place it's name once and for all."

Evan sets down the item that was in his hands, having been talking while he was working as he was prone to do. There was something somber in his features as he looked out over the items that had been stored in this old building. He couldn't help but wonder how deep the stories went, how many other tas were lost in he echos of time and the dust. How many lives had wondered through this place without anyone knowing? How many faces had these old walls seen over the years? That was why he couldn't just let it go when the old man was ready.

"It's not a grand story, but I believe this place is something important because of it. It's the kind of story we let go of too easily, and in letting go of it we lose touch with ourselves a little bit more each time we forget them."

he trails off ad goes quiet for a momment, when he returns to sorting the items it's with a smile freshly returned to his face as if the story never really happened, as if the weight his tone put into the words had no real impact at all. It was as if he was simply a good story teller and nothing more.

Because Lars did not need to know how he truly felt about the topic his last comment led into, it was not something he wanted to give a chance to be asked about.

"I took too long to tell that anyway didn't I? Anyway, thank you for helping me Lars, I think it's probably about time to get everything moved back in for the night though. Almost time to get the bar opened up."

As if on cue, one of his employees yelled for him form the back porch and Evan gave an awkward grin, realizing he may have gotten a little too distracted by his task. "oops"

Laurence Anderson
>>feel free to wrap it up after your next post since we'll be at 5!