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There are times when Evan feels he isn't cut out for the endeavor he has taken upon himself by owning the bar. Reality is he's just not cut out for a life settled in to any one particular area like other people are. He's never lived the life style and even having a bed that's technically his feels weird. He's out of his element, the paper work in front of him is over bearing and he's drowning in the anxiety the entire situation gives him.

The man takes a deep breath and sets the papers down on the table he's been sequestered to for the rest of the evening. Recent events and other distractions have left him with various things he needs to address. Supply order, the weekly paper work for pay checks, an incident report because of that one unruly customer, repairs that he is determined to take care of in a timely manner instead of allowing to sit and grow worse- but it's hard for him to focus on the words.

Evan pulls the glass to his lips. He's not really one for drinking, let alone while doing something important but the heat of the liquid relaxes his nerves for a moment. He's been sipping on the same glass since he began and has barely gotten anywhere with it. The pen starts tapping the top of the table again as he looks the paper in front of him over. He may be busy mouthing the words on it to himself he still notices the individual that approaches the table. Everyone knows him at the Stray after all, and many of the regulars have become used to the site of him sitting alone in the back trying to get the work he keeps forgetting about done.

It's a slow night, and a little company is more likely to take the edge off his project anyway. "Evening." he comments, words sweet and gentle. "Having a good night?" black and red eyes glance up at the individual, if only to know who it is.

>>open thread <3

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The grip on his shoulder draws his attention towards the bird pokemon. She seems to have found herself a ew perch and takes a liking to it fast. He's not one to deny a pokemon so long as it's being friendly with him about it.

They sit awhile, watching the other pokemon enjoy themselves. Deciding to get even more comfortable the bird hops down from his shoulder, travleing across his arm into his lap. She nestles in and makes herself at home.

Evan leaves her there while he waits for another to catch his eye- eventually offering her a safari ball only when he has to move.

>>capping the birdy<3

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"Delighted to give them." he's half distracted, watching as the small creature raises the flowers up to its level. It wasn't a site someone got to see often, most would never be certain they'd seen such things for real even if they did. Evan put a little distance between himself and the shrine, giving her plenty of room to work while he watched.

Eyes pried away from the green god and back to her as she asked him a question. "You're welcome to call me Evan, Mr. Fader makes me feel much older than I am."he slipped into a crouch, a habitual and comfortable position when talking or watching something. "You could say that I am though. At least for now."

"I'm not native to this region, but I am currently taking residency in rustboro." he assumed she had passed by the tavern or some other such place while he was there. A year is a long time to see faces and forget them. "It is a pretty impressive place though. Seems to always be bustling with something."

He chooses not to elaborate, instead returning the question in kind. "And you? I don't think I've seen your face too much around Rustboro." now that he thinks about it she seems a little familiar. A name and face he's seen a time or two but can't quite place. They've never stuck as well as they should.

cait alfric

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Evan closes his eyes.

Light fills as much of the forest as it can, the darkness does not permit it to reach far and when he opens his eyes again they adjust to the new illuminations.

They focus on what squirms and reaches and pulls, his breathing quickens as his mind plays tricks on him. The tentacles feel like stories old sailors tell about creatures in depths you cannot reach and breath at the same time. About how they reach from that darkness. About how they wrap and tug and pull and drag you down into it. About how they do it slowly, so they can listen to your breath leave you.

Stories.

Words on pages, on tongues, in ears. He's makes him self half blind to the rest of them to focus. He has a vantage point and his pokemon are on his wrist like they always are in his sleep. One hand holds tight to the branches while the other finds the one he's looking for.

"Meg, my love, Stay close. When this is done I need you to clear a path. Use the shadows." She hops to his shoulder, a favored perch. The tap of another ball brings his Musharna out to play. "Future sight at it's eye, hit on rhythm, give it time. Use psychic on the tentacles to pull them back. Be ready to give us a walk way when the timing is good."

Energy builds slow as the musharna splits it focus in two parts. The swirling power that builds and prepares to strike their foe hen the timing it right, cascading down on it in time with another attack to strengthen the blow. As the energies build he reaches out across the grouping, seeking tentacles that can be pulled free and away from their targets before too much damage can be done.

He's watching the eye, waiting for the moment when he and his pokemon can make their break from the tree. The musharna ready to switch to using its psychic to create a series of platforms to keep him off the ground and his Mimikyu ready to strikes straggling tentacles out of their way.

>>has a bit of a moment because tentacles
>>collects his shit and releases his musharna
>>musharna readies a future sight attack to attack at the same time as another attack
>>musharna uses psychic to try and pull back the tentacles and make it easier for the others to get free
>>Musharna & mimikyu are ready to get him to the worn path when they have an opening via psychic platforms and shadow sneak to get him there

ra9xvHzl

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He's not normally much for such events, preferring something more organic than this. And yet he's been coaxed in out of an odd sort of curiosity he does not think will be satiable any other way.

Evan Sits in the middle of the zone watching the pokemon from afar. They seem to be happy enough in the arrangement, it likely helps that they get to run free for the most part it seems.

Somehow he still feels like something is missing here.

>>yee safari

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safari ticket please<3

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Eyes flicker across the faces involved and eventually settle on one of their newcomers while the others begin. Evan cannot say he's overly inclined to participate but watching will be amusing. Besides, they're not doing it quite right anyway but he hasn't got the heart to tell them that.

The mask turns slowly to one miss sunny clark and tilt of his head reaches out to her. Long fingers at the end of a long arm dangle for a moment, and with a flick produce a set of eyeballs between his fingers. A small slight of hand before turning palm upward, offering her the gummy treats as a welcome.

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He grins like a cheshire cat behind the mask. "A good start now and then makes sure the heart keeps going." there's a lilt in his voice that makes it sound just ominous enough to be unsettling.

His attention lingers on @altmight long enough to answer his question "truth or dare is a game played by a group of people, one person choose between the two options. Choosing dare means someone challenges you to a dare, regardless of what it is you either commit or face some sort of punishment for chickening out." a flourish of his hands directs his attention to @thermopylae "This gentleman has suggested a money pot for example."

"Truth is much simpler, you may be asked any question, and are expected to answer truthfully regardless of what the question is. Or take the 5pd loss tonight to avoid answering."

Having answered the question his attention turns to the first round as it's already begun. A mild start, a classic beginning and he by no means blames them. Rarely do people dive head first into a game that can turn sour fast in the way this one does.

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Evan would like both of his rolls please <3

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The chuckle is soft, he appreciates her efforts to instruct him. It reassures him he's not doing so bad with this one at least. In the times he's visited before that is. "I think I'll take you up on that offer, I'm curious how this one will turn out when you're done anyway." he smiles before approaching the shrine.

As he steps closer his eyes settle on the green pokemon sitting on the roof. He's familiar with the region's pokemon- with the pokemon of most regions from first hand experience and the tales that swirl around them. Few have escaped him after almost 20 years of travel and befriending natives and delving into the culture wherever they allow. Evan touches a finger to his lip in thought at this one, but chooses not to say anything. He gives the pokemon a friendly grin, waving before placing the flowers upon the shrine.

He doesn't turn to her just yet, dropping gently to his knees, balancing on his toes. He bows his head in a would be prayer though he hesitates to call it that. These ones are from Alola, I thought you might enjoy the change of pace. May they serve you well old friend though I doubt as well as the work your follower is putting into your shrine.

Evan stands, dusting off his knees as he steps back from the shrine. With a bow and flourish of his out stretched hand, as if he were presenting the shrine to her again he states "All yours my dear."

cait alfric

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[selling] from this thread link

spewpa male - shed skin
rage powder / bug bite / string shot / draining kiss

venonat female - tinted lens
leech life / psychic / poison fang / sleep powder / toxic spikes

kakuna male - shed skin
string shot / toxic spikes / pursuit / iron defense / pin missile

bueatifly [reg] male - rivalry
giga drain / morning sun / attract / whirlwind / defog

kricketot male - shed skin
growl / bide / struggle bug / bug bite / endeavor

burmy male - shed skin
protect / hidden power / bug bite / electro web / poison powder

dustox male - compound eyes
protect / quiver dance / gust / psybeam / whirlwind

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He calls for his pokemon, tonight is a night he is restless and anxious with no reason why. They have helped him sleep before and the feeling is familiar but not theirs. He can tell. Only barely.

Eyes snap open and search his surroundings, his body and mind wake in a trained fashion. He's spent many a night in the wilds and knows the dangers of sleeping unaware. The sky above feels enticing and in moments the earth below is disturbing.

Evan is not scared, not yet, the feeling causes an uncertainty he's familiar with the wrench him into activity though something in his limbs makes hmi want to lay beneath a tree and sleep awhile longer.

He's in the tree in seconds, clambering up to low branch in a practiced motion, bare feet navigating the bark in a surprisingly calm fashion. He silences the part of his brain that wants to yell and question because first he has to find what he can't see. The actions of the others illuminate the area and he realizes his pokeballs are on the strap around his wrist where he keeps them while he sleeps. he taps one and the mimikyu is beside him in a moment.

"Copycat" she responds quickly, copying the electric terrain used by another individual, coursing through the area and the trees with another layer of sparks to amplify the light momentarily and extend the reach of the sparks.

His eyes are on the ground, on whatever was against his bare feet.

o2Nb28|v

>wakes up and climbs up a tree because thats not an okay texture
>releases mimikyu
>mimikyu uses copycat to double up the electric terrain and extend its reach from her position
>evan is on high alert