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HE IS GOING OT RIDE THAT FRIGGING HIPPO INTO BATTLE
we love you shiv

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His brow furrows and he narrows his eyes at her for moment before responding. "Don't. you. even! We just finished Halloween and I expect it to be treated with some dignity in this house." His hands move to his hips. "At least let the corpse go cold before you start talking about that." it becomes evident that he is simply playing at being dramatic when the facade slips a moment later as if he never meant a bit of it to begin with. "That's actually a good one though, very crafty of you." He chuckled.

Hands move, one to his elbow the other to his chin, tapping away just bellow his lip when he seems to look her over again. The man leans forward to get a better look at her over the bar, head tilting ever so slightly, a frown slowly making its way to his face as if he just can't quite seem to place where he might have seen her before. And besides, a lot of people know his name around here long before he knew there's so it was entirely plausible he didn't know her at all.

"Maybe you did have something to drink and you're just toying with me, because I don't recognize you at all!" He says it so nonchalantly it could almost be true. "Are you sure you've been here before?" he is, of course, teasing her as he retrieves a fresh glass and places it on the counter, turning his back to her and crouching as he retrieves a carton of orange juice from the cooler, grinning to himself. "It's going fine though! As busy as ever." he calls back over his shoulder.

@maple

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"Oh. It's you." Some might say he almost sounded disappointed. As if he expected something a little more exciting, like a face he didn't recognize. That wasn't really the case it was all in jest. One of the many things that tended to make people feel comfortable around Evan was how easily he joked and went along with the fun. This was evident in the fact that he let the disappointment linger in the air for a moment before grinning wide. As if he would do any less when greeting a regular. "Didn't realize the bar itself doesn't open this early huh?" he chuckles because he's not the first to not realize that even if Evan was there and the door was open in the event someone wanted a room they were, in fact, mostly a bar.

He moves to acquire another box, finding that they are slowly but surely clearing out. "It's mostly storage dear, the old man that owned this place before me didn't have it in him to take care of this anymore... and as popular as the place is it was actually on its way to being closed down before i took over" he mellows a moment, it's obvious in his voice as he skims over the contents of a box and sorts it into the growing row that it belongs to. The subject is a solemn one and while every once in awhile someone asks about the old man most have figured out what happened, he's long gone and the Stray passed on in its usual fashion by nothing other than sheer luck- into the hands of a former stray that now calls it home.

"It's been nearly a year now but I'm still trying to catch up." there was no denying that things had begun to slip prior to his return. Some of the oldest have told him how they remember when the old man had stopped having the time and the capacity to take care of some of the things that needed to be taken care of. Evan on the other hand, for all his space cadet power, all his anxiousness over paper work and everything else had if nothing else put effort into giving the old place its old glory. It had never truly lost its charm but the man was forever add new, small touches to make the place shine in a way it hadn't had the chance to in far too many years.

The box is put in place with ease of motion, regardless of the weight. Despite his demeanor and the overbearing kindness he has little trouble with the boxes. Often surprising people with the sheer amount of weight he can handle. "This one looks like it's a lot of old plates" he peaks inside again. "Like really old, I'm pretty sure one of these is a vintage set of some kind?"

Laurence Anderson

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10/10
you have a very pleasant appearance dear

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encountered a wild inkay (psychic/dark type)

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It's crying in a corner and Evan almost doesn't realize that's what it is at first. Thinking it nothing more than sounds in the night until Meg pulls him aside. They find the small squid creature cowering in a corner, scared of something. Someone maybe. Lost and uncertain about a place that he does not think is usually their home.

Something rustles in the bushes nearby and it cries again, a nod from Evan and the mimikyu is hot on its tail, chasing it through the underbrush without hesitation. She scurry out just a moment later, breathing heavy over whatever she found and upon reassuring herself delves back in to fend off the other pokemon. "You've got it girl, you're fine." his words are enough to keep her grounded.

Evan scoops the inkay up in his arms, carries it past where the other wild pokemon is and out into the open where Meg can find them once she has scared its attacker off. He reaches into the bag at his side for something to sooth the pokemon and calm it down. He finds a place to sit and waits for her, the pokemon snuggling into him for safety. Once his pokemon rejoins them he continues his walk, leaving the pokemon in his arms until it feels like jumping out.

[It doesn't jump down until they make it home, later snuggling into a pokeball]

>>capturing this inkay

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Natsuki Ryuunosuke
Let's be real, he's probably wide awake at 4am anyway and could totally use the distraction from whatever he's working himself to death over anyway. She can totally chat his ear off on speaker phone wile he's doing paper work in the wee hours and keep him from losing his sanity over his own signature lol I wouldn't put it past him to do a lot of themed events at the stray which would give her lots of chances! Watch her become like, an expected feature at his events by the regulars and them being all sad when the excitable pink haired lady isn't there for some reason.

D'aww luckily he wouldn't pressure her he'd genuinely want to know what was going on with her because it's more important to him than the fact she's in with not so great peeps. If it ever happens he'd be super genuine and gentle with the conversation.

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Endless
evan fader link
dropping Isra Nightingale (please don't delete her account for now, just for the time being I'd like to officially make her inactive)

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He paces with mindlessness and empty thoughts because tonight is not a night for deliberate musings. It is a night for emptying the mind and hoping for a calm in the silence. Recent events have left him questioning things he has long since left behind him, a circling pattern in his mind and history he had chosen to bury deep and leave behind for reason no other person needed to know.

"C'mon girl" the mimikyu scuttle beside him with a murmur because she knows this mood. He is not always like this but it means they will have little fun and more business. He's looking for something in the dark and what it is is just as much a mystery as everything else tends to be.

His feet are not shuffling tonight because he's not in his clunky boots, barefooted and taking solace in the grounding he feels from cool earth below his feet. The intermittent pavement from the sprawling city interrupts the coolness but he has accepted it as part of the new age for years. He seeks something different from it, the patterns of grassy patches, dirt and man formed earth guides him through the night.

Evan does not know what he seeks, but to stay in the crowding walls of the stray, the confines of tent, anywhere but open air seems unfitting. It feels like the world would close in on him if he were to stay there and what else is he to do then? He could wonder farther, out into mountains and caves but somehow nature is not what he needs either.

Circles, he is tracing circles in the darkness of Slateport.

>>solo spawn

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"Christmas evan?" the voice comes from the kitchen, situated right behind the bar itself. As he often does Evan has been helping prep for the night, while drink and entertainment might be their primary draws the Stray has never skimped when it comes to good, home done food. Old school recipes that stand the test of time have fed people in the area for decades and Evan will not be allowing that to be lost now. If he's not serving people he's keeping the kitchen running until his employees run him out for getting in their way. "What does that even mean?"

A quirked brow greets her, the word perplexed dances across his features as his eyes settle on her. The look is even more exaggerated by the dark, red on black eyes and the piercings that accentuate the movements in his face. Head tilting in innocent curiosity because he's quite certain it's a little too early in the evening for him to be hearing this kind of nonsense isn't it? Normally he starts getting called silly names a few rounds in when the regulars are good a ready for a round of jesting and poking fun.

Evan sets down the towel he was using to wipe his hands, walking to the sink where a single glass still sits from the night before. An odd habit that few question now, having accepted it will simply be a part of him running the stray. A quick spray of water and a little soap ensures he's not spreading something across the building. "You haven't started drinking already have you?" he asks more for context than anything as he shakes the water from his hands. He debates if he should grab a new towel for a moment before shrugging at himself and wiping what little wetness is left on his sweater, a black turtleneck that hugs him closer than most of his clothing. It's a stark contrast to his usual wardrobe, often coming across sloppy with his baggy jeans and too old tops. The Turtleneck and new jeans almost makes him look sleek for once.

@maple

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Cut it short, choke the scream. His jaw snaps shut too hard and the entire thing reverberates in his skull. The sound of the crashing train, the sensation and then lack thereof in his hands, the part of his brain that desperately wants to shut it off - to scream until it goes away. Ignore it. Ignore it ignore it ignore it. His mind begins to drift again to the space at the bottom of his ribs, the depiction etched into his body. Why did it bring him into this?

He snaps together just as the talons touch his skin- unexpected and lost in the drowning, the overflow of sensations. But he is used to it. Will be used to it. Will get used to it. He has to. The only other option is screaming until it's gone and that won't do a damn bit of good right now.

He touches down on the platform and has to take a moment to steady himself. "Fuck." Breath deep breath heavy fill the lungs and empty them, grit your teeth against the feeling and drown it. Drown it deep in determination. This is no different than harming himself in the wilderness where proper medical attention could be a world away and he has to get himself there by whatever is left of him. He's done it before.

Evan looks up, eyes focused on the young man that saved him. A nod of acknowledgement is all he'll get as Evan grits his teeth harder to deal with this. He doesn't have long, the hoops are following them, looming in and seeking to kill and sever as fast as everything else tonight has. He fumbles and curses but his lilligant is set free. "Strike it Suzy Q, beat it back." the flurry of leaves dance in the air for a moment, rearranging and aligning to strike hard against the body of the beast that is taunting them. Hands elevated Evan thinks on other things. He has no real options to try and avoid the attacks, getting to the bottle has become limited. Even the stray pokemon looking for something to latch onto in the stead of their lost trainer aren't the type that can give an easy solution-

But they give him something else to focus on for the moment. "Lars? Damn." he hisses through his teeth, be it the pain or the situation or both is up to those paying attention. "I should have been paying more attention. Damn. Stay close okay? Don't go overboard." He tries not to think about how much he's shaking but he can see it when he looks at himself. Trying not to think about it. Trying not to think at all while he watches his pokemon attack the beast, while he's trying to determine what their next move should be.

He faces the beast, and he waits for fate to make it's choices. Head on. Face first. They are nothing more than actors on this stage and he will heed fate's decision to wrench him from the god he has tried to aid despite his past saying he should do anything but. Despite what it spurs his mind to question and revisit. Things long left behind.



>>ouch shiv why would you do this to me
>>this hurts
>>saved by kyle thank the gods
>>Lilligant using leaf storm to attack hoopa because even he understands pursuing the bottle is now not an option for him
>>Tells the pokemon left by lars to stay close and not do anything dramatic
>>still thinking about the bottle situation and darkrai in it

vGlwKzcT

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Natsuki Ryuunosuke
yes please <3 I have a feeling the two of them could totally be event/fair buddies kind of thing especially since they both get into it and down the road I could see him inviting her personally to events at the Stray as he's likely to hold them on occasion. He'll enjoy her enthusiasma lot.

And even if he some how found out she was a rocket member it wouldn't necessarily be the end of the world. He'd want more context to go off of and it'd be more of a for real discussion about the matter than instant dislike. But that's a bridge to cross when we get there probably?