Come One, Come All (Open)

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Rosie
Ser Bane : Belle : Omen

Boreal Port was always bustling. People were everywhere, some from the region, many not. In many ways, for the would-be performer of the broken Sol family, it was perfect.

Haunting music wound its way through the air, like a siren's call. There was something sad, almost dangerous, about it, even as it enticed the listener to follow it and hear it a little longer.

On a patch of ground cleared of snow, a houndour danced. He was far away from home indeed, a fire type in the north, and he was clearly not entirely out of puphood, black fur particularly fluffy and eyes particularly big and round. He had decent rhythm, keeping up to the tune as he pranced around his makeshift stage, only fumbling once or twice, mistakes that could be blamed on the fact that he had yet to grow into his paws. Placed on the ground in front of him was a worn-looking snowhat, laying open with the hope that someone in the crowd may be inclined to toss a few coins into it.

Behind the pup, some distance away, was a figure, covered neck-to-toe in many layers of thick winter clothing, studying the houndour with cold grey eyes. They could have easily have been mistaken for another observer, if not for the fact that they were currently without a hat, showing short black hair, and an Absol was standing with them, leaning affectionately against the human's side, and it was from him the haunting song came from, his tail flicking in time to his own music.

Rosalyn idly fussed with her long, white scarf as she watched Omen. All the practice had clearly paid off. One hand trailed down to stroke Ser Bane's shoulder as the music started to fade a bit and her houndour glanced at her once, briefly, for instruction. She merely nodded.

Omen threw back his head and howled, the chilling sound intertwining with a sustained note from the Absol musician. Then, before the last echos of the sound could fade, a jet of flame erupted upward from his jaws, stretching and fanning out the further into the air it got, before he stopped feeding it and it dissolved, leaving behind a few trace embers that never touched a place outside of his little patch of snow-less ground.

That began another dance, and Ser Bane picked up the tempo as Omen bounded around, his flames licking around his teeth and twisting around his jaws. When the music allowed, he would pause and breathe a wisp of flame. Once, he made it form the near-S-shape of a snake poised to strike. The next, he made three hearts, one large and two smaller. Here, he was free to improvise, as long as not a single ember left his little circle.

Rosalyn's humming was lost in her scarf and in her Absol's singing, but pride shone in her sad eyes. She's wait just a little longer, see if she could get together a decent crowd of people, before she called for the grand finale.

[Jay]

Not far off, a young girl skipped rather lightly through the snow and ground as thought it were more of a field of flowers rather than what it actually was. She was dressed all in purple from her rather huge hat to her long coat that was all but consuming her form to finally her large purple boots that went up past her shins even under the coat. The only thing that separated this purple mass was a bit of flesh seen on the girl's face and her snow white hair that trailed behind her.

However, as she heard the sound of music or something of the like, Ilya stopped dead in her tracks, and her eyes quickly darted around looking for the source of it. Upon seeing the fire dog, Ilya's eyes grew as she recognized the species...then her eyes caught-........Ilya's eyes moved fast then and there as she looked at the group. As her eyes bounced around those that were around, Ilya found herself all but instinctively walking towards this show without a second thought.

As she walked over, Ilya stopped a good few meters in front of the show. Her eyes seemed to grow bigger as the idea that something big was going to happen hit her mind. Whether she was right or wrong, it mattered little to Ilya for the young girl was captivated then and there by the show. All she could do was stand there and watch with a growing grin on her face.

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Omen was on a roll. He leaped and pranced to Ser Bane's singing, and at any pause from the Absol to take a breath, Omen let loose one of his flames. During one of these, he summoned some Will-O-Wisps, the blue balls of fire bobbing in the air around him in their own sort of dance. One thing, above all, was clear: Omen was loving every single moment of this.

Then, Rosalyn's hand moved, and a flash of red light formed into a massive spider to her right. Belle shivered in the cold, and the Ariados gave her trainer a dirty look before she scuttled into the circle of bare ground with Omen.

The Houndour and Ariados were dancing together now, circling eachother as if they intended to fight, all in time to Ser Bane's haunting song, which was further picking up tempo. Belle spat streams of spider silk, which Omen enthusiastically darted and dodged around. Once, he got a bit of it on his paw, and quickly shook it off to continue the dance. Belle was clearly less suited to the act than him, but she at least tried to stay in rhythm.

Then, Omen lunged forward, and Belle hopped out of the way before scurrying backward out of the circle. Her part was over and now, with the intruding spider 'defeated,' it was time for the victor to celebrate.

"Grand finale," Rosie whispered, her scarf muffling it to barely a sound. Omen couldn't hear her, but he didn't need to.

Flames poured from his mouth to the ground, setting the webbing alight. It spread outward, consuming the silk and burning in great flickering flames, stopped on all sides by the snow around his 'stage.' The design may have been a little lost on those close by, but those standing further away would, hopefully, realize that the burning web formed the shape of a snowflake.

Omen stood at the centre of it all, and then he, too, burst into flame. This was the hardest part; Flame Charge generally involved charging, and he had to remain still. He threw his head back and howled, and Ser Bane let his voice fade as Omen's echoed. He turned off the flames a little too soon, while he was still at the end of his howl, but Rosie decided it still worked as his mournful cry faded and he sank to the ground, his fire-snowflake burning out as it ran out of fuel.

He then sprang up again, also just a little too soon, and yapped excitedly, stubby tail wagging, as he bowed to the audience. Ser Bane, at a little nudge from Rosalyn, padded over to join him, and Belle made her way over as well, shaking a little from the cold.

Rosalyn did not join her pokemon in taking their bows, idly wringing her gloved hands as they did so. Arceus forbid someone turn their attention on the woman, or try to talk to her, lest she actually have to make some awkward form of conversation.

[Jay]

An extremely lighthearted squeal escaped from Ilya as she watched the entire performance, and by the time that it had all finished, she was jumping up and down and all but flailing her arms with such excitement at the show and almost appeared to be a purple Piplup having some sort of spaz attack.

Accidentally slipping as she landed back down on the ground for the third time, Ilya fell flat on her bottom and blinked in confusion for a few seconds before shaking her head, shoving herself up, brushing of the snow that had accumulated on her, and then quickly looking around to make sure no one had really noticed that minor falter of sorts. Thankfully, it seemed those that had been watching were more or less watching the performance rather than anyone else in the crowd.

Rather pleased with this, Ilya nodded to herself and then found herself staring at the pokemon once more before she looked for a trainer who had raised such cool pokemon. After a moment, Ilya's eyes caught sight of Rosalyn, and she quickly started over towards her without much of a second thought on any sort of recourse that could come of talking to a stranger. "Hi!" she grinned at the woman. "Were those your pokemon? How did you train them to be so cool! Do you travel?" Ilya's brain was moving one hundred miles an hour, and her mouth was running twice as fast.

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Rosalyn's mouth was having a little trouble working at that moment. Then again, it was rare time when it wasn't, and pretty much all of those rare times involved being tipsy, something she hadn't been in months. A girl dressed head-to-toe in purple had just raced seemingly out of nowhere and started talking to her with a broad grin on her face, and Rosie was trying very hard to process this.

Grey eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise and confusion (perhaps a bit of fear?) as they stared from either side of her hooked nose down at the small girl. Her clothing looked fairly expensive, especially given the bright, and uniform, colour. It was a sharp constrast to the mixture of black, grey, brown, bluish-grey, and navy her own mismatched winter clothes were, every piece having seen better days; the only thing that wasn't fished from the bottom of the barrel was the long, silk scarf, the same colour as her current conversation partner's hair.

It was this scarf she stammered a series of muffled syllables into, until she finally had the sense to grab it and pull it down away from her mouth. Not that it made her all that much more coherent. "Well, I-I-Yes, they're mine, but I, erm..." Rosie looked around, half-hoping some sort of family member of girl's would materialize and help her. Alas, there was no one to be found. Her pokemon, however, did make their way back, Ser Bane carrying her black snow hat, which looked like it had coin in it.

Omen yapped gleefully at the sight of the girl. He loved children. He trotted right over, hind end wagging furiously, and sniffed at her boots. Ser Bane gave the child a friendly smile as he made his way to Rosalyn's side, presenting the hat. She took it gratefully and tucked the money away to be counted later, right before pulling the ratted thing back over her messy hair. Belle prodded her with a leg and hissed, not even bother to verbally express her desire, and Rosalyn dutifully recalled her.

"What I'm trying to say is, they're already, uh, cool. I just sort of...take what they can do and put it together...show them how to do things differently." Rosalyn knew she probably wasn't making any sense; it made sense to her, but that probably didn't count for much when dealing with people who weren't her. "And I travel a little." That was the understatement of the year, but she didn't need the girl to know that she was from the east, because that would start questions about where east.

[Jay]

A giggle escaped the white haired child when she looked down at Omen. For a moment, she debated whether or not to kneel down or bend down, yet after a moment, she simply keeled down and pat Omen on the head as she looked at him. "It was such a cool show," Ilya finally answered as she looked up and grinned back at Rosie. "I haven't seen a pokemon show in a while, and it was so cool. I wish I could get my pokemon to do something like that teheheheheh." The young girl slowly stopped her pat and instead stroked Omen lightly with her hand. Though she was in fact still a child, Ilya knew how to pet... heh.. more or less because of her pokemon who had 'taught' her to be gentle.. more or less by retaliating when she had stroked the pokemon too hard. "Do you do performances for a job?" she asked with a grin. Ilya... had been captivated rather easily but wasn't about to let this go now.

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Rosalyn probably would have said something encouraging about trying performing with her own pokemon, since you never knew which pokemon would enjoy it until you tried, but the girl's next question came out before she could put together a proper sentence. Rosie just blinked at her, not entirely sure how to answer.

Omen was officially in love. He never minded being patted on the head or stroked a bit roughly, because it was still affection, but the gentle petting seemed to melt the Houndour pup, and he tried to put his front paws on her leg and lean over to lick her face. The corner of Rosie's mouth quirked a bit in a subtle smile.

"Well...I...hrmmm..." Rosie bit her lip as she tried to phrase things in a way that made sense. "I do get money, sometimes, if people like what I'm doing and want to give me some. I've never really been hired by anyone or been in a competition...I'm not sure if it's my 'job' or not, really. I just love doing it." That was the truth; she didn't really know whether to call what she did a hobby, a passion, or a career; maybe all three.

Ser Bane looked from one human to the other and smiled at Rosie. The girl had hit the right topic to get his trainer talking, Arceus bless her. Rosie hadn't spoken that many sentences to another human in a long time. Though, Omen getting all the attention was starting to make him jealous, and he carefully stepped over to give the child the best sad puppy eyes an Absol could give. "Sol?" he barked, hopefully, laying in the snow and offering the side of his head not sprouting a blade for her to pet.

[Jay]

Ilya listened rather intently to the girl's explanation and suddenly seemed to grin and nod to herself. "That's good right?!" she asked with a grin more or less believing that doing what one loved was a good thing. Upon seeing the Absol, Ilya giggled a little and extended a hand before stroking the Absol as well still rather carefully.

"You look just like Abby!" she grinned at the Absol before thinking of her own Absol given to her by her grandfather though Abigale was far more sent with the child to protect her rather than to simply be a pokemon toy or whatever it was that some would assume. "Abby's my Absol, and she's really tall," Ilya giggled a little to herself before stopping both pettings for a moment and unbuttoning a pocket before pulling out a pokeball. Enlarging it and then releasing its contents, Ilya smiled upon seeing a rather calm if somewhat stern faced Absol taking form from it.

And indeed, an Absol took form from the pokeball. She was a tad taller than most of her species yet also appeared thinner by contrast. As she appeared, Abigale looked around rather carefully at her surroundings before finally settling her eyes on the pokemon that Ilya had gone back to petting. For a moment, when she saw the other Absol, Abby believed she was looking in some sort of mirror. However, when she got over this sudden thought, she blinked slowly and shook her head calming her expression again. <Hello> she greeted with a calm voice.

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That's good, right? Rosie buried her face back into her scarf out of habit and sighed into it. On one hand, yes, it felt good to be doing what she loved. However, happiness didn't dispel hunger, and it would nice to be properly paid for a change. In the end, she just didn't answer; it was probably a rhetorical question, anyway.

Rosalyn studied Abby when she took shape, and Ser Bane got back to his feet to look at her. She didn't really look 'just like' Bane at all. The other Absol was tall and thin, while Ser Bane was more square-shaped. Not that he was thickly-built, but he was closer to the 'perfect' proportions some people cared about, the height and length that was written in books. He barely had a shred of fat on him, but Rosie could guarantee that he was heavier than Abby by virtue of the lean muscle he had built over the years.

Not to mention, Abby's fur was much more well-kept; both Rosalyn and Ser Bane liked to think his slight scruffiness added to his charm, and he wasn't dirty or anything, but it was still a sharp contrast to eyes used to looking a dozens of the same species. Just seeing a young person with an Absol made Rosalyn blink and study the girl's face for a moment, realizing she'd never asked her her name.

Rosie then mentally scolded herself; even if she were related to this girl, which was highly doubtful, looking for proof of it and wanting her to be was a very bad idea. Or had she forgotten about the target on the Sol family's collective heads?

Ser Bane smiled warmly at the other Absol, his tail twitching in a friendly half-wag. He had not seen another of his kind in far too long, and gave a small, respectfully bow, lowering his head and bending his front legs for a moment, at her greeting. "Hello to you as well, my lady," he replied in their native tongue, his voice as warm as his smile, "You are the Abby spoken so fondly of? You may call me Bane."

"You are really tall." Omen yapped, looking at Abby with his head cocked to one side, but never once leaving the side of his source of petting. Bane merely chuckled and shook his head at the pup.

"How long have you had Abby?" Rosie's mouth was quirked in that sort-of smile of hers as she looked at the disaster pokemon, her gaze curious. It had been so long since she'd seen one other than her own; part of her wanted to try petting that soft-looking fur, but Abby didn't look like as much of a cuddler as Bane, and it felt strange to ask.

[Jay]

Ilya grinned a little and then found her eyes on Rosalyn for a few seconds before they dropped again as she continued to pet the puppy. "Um.... I think I was... eight when Grandpa gave her to me," she answered back after a moment nodding her head as she tried to rectal when exactly she had gotten Abby. After a few seconds, she shook her head a bit and then nodded to herself. "I got her just after Christmas around then!" she answered back rather fully as a smile went to her features and she nodded again causing the hat on her head to slide ever so slightly forwards as well. Stopping it from moving too far, Ilya stopped her head a moment after that before more or less realizing the same thing Rosalyn had: she hadn't said her name. "Oh! My name is Ilya by the way!" she grinned lightly. Illyasviel... as a full name, yet Ilya had never taken to her full name for one reason or another. She liked the 'simplicity' of just 'Ilya' and therefore had decided to stick with it to the end.

Abby blinked rather slowly again as Bane introduced himself and then nodded her head slowly again rasher quietly. <Indeed, my name is Abigale, but Abby is what most call me> she smiled a bit at the other Absol. After a moment, her eye went and settled on Ilya for a few seconds before moving back again. <My Ilya seems to have taken a liking to your trainer> Abby chuckled a bit to herself. On most occasions, Ilya's friendliness was good, though sometimes it did get her into a bit... if not a lot of trouble. After a moment, Abigale seemed to fall back into her calm self again. As she looked at Omen then, Abby half smiled back at the pup. <I am a bit tall> she answered back to him nodding her head a little.

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Rosalyn's smile became just a bit more pronounced. "I'm Rosie." If speaking to someone closer to her age, she would have given her full first name but, really, since she was a little girl it was always 'Rosie.' Quiet little Rosie with the sad eyes.

Omen perked up a little when Abby spoke to him. "It's good, though. Tall's good. You can reach high stuff and...stuff."

Ser Bane smiled at him, supressing a chuckle. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was watching the Houndour undergo puberty right in front of his eyes, but Omen was always like that. The male Absol glanced up at Rosalyn as she moved over to stroke his shoulder and give him a small scratch at the base of his blade-horn. "I dare say my Rosie has taken a liking to Ilya as well. It's good for her. She's not terribly good with other humans. She stammers something awful, normally, but not this time."

"Talking about me?" Rosalyn asked, and Bane nodded.

"All good things, I assure you," he said, knowing she couldn't understand that any better than she could anything else he said. The look on his face and tail wag made her laugh once, though, a little breathy sound that was more of a ghost of a laugh.

Rosie looked over Bane's back at Ilya. "I've had Bane here since I was twelve. I got him for my birthday." Too much information, she brain immediately snapped at her, but she didn't panic. She hadn't told Ilya that it was her father who gave him to her, and the tradition with the Sol family was getting the Absol pup on the tenth birthday, anyway.

And that brought her train of thought to memories she really didn't want to think about right now. Rosie shivered once for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold. "So, uh, what brought you out here today, anyway?" she asked. Surely Ilya had had gone out into the winter day for reasons other than chatting up random strangers, right?

[Jay]

Ilya's eyes grew and then shrank again as she commit the name to her memory as best she could. She remembered faces much better than she did names, but Ilya would give it her best to remember both name and face.

Abby chuckled to herself at Omen's comment and nodded her head. <True> she answered back with a nod of her head. <It has helped me get a few things in the past especially for Ilya> she chuckled a little to herself thinking of the times she had been asked to get cookies from the cupboard. They had both been hungry and well....heh. As Abby looked up to stare a moment at Rosie, she seemed to breathe in the woman's smell and then nodded her head. This woman... something about her... was... what was the word... comforting? Maybe? For reasons Abby couldn't begin to explain that was how Rosie smelled to her.

Upon hearing Rosie's explanation on when she got Bane, Ilya nodded a bit and found her eyes looking rather closely at Bane now. It was then that the young girl actually began to notice the differences between Abby and this Absol. He was a bit different, indeed. However, the child's pink eyes quickly went back up to Rosie as the question was posed. Ilya grinned a bit and then brought a gloved finger to her lips and grinned. "I'm going to get my mommy a gift," she answered back rather quickly before removing the finger. "Her birthday is coming up." Indeed... well.. somewhat.... Said mother's birthday was quite a ways off, yet Ilya was bound and determined to get the best of something so that she wouldn't be out done by her two older siblings like she was every year. She hated being outdone by those two perfect twins and just ugh.....

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The revelation that Ilya was present shopping gave Rosie a small pang of homesickness. She rarely realized how much she missed her own mother until she thought about it. Her mother had always been the only one who really understood what was going through her mind. The others had tried, of course, but she'd gotten most of her oddities from her mother in the first place.

"I'm keeping you from your shopping then?" she asked, a little apologetic, but not once moving from where she was petting Bane. If the girl left, Rosie wouldn't be brokenhearted, but she wasn't exactly in a hurry to leave, since she really was enjoying the conversation, despite the faint twisting in her stomach telling her she really should eat sometime today now that she had a little money.

That was when Omen got an idea. An absolutely brilliant idea. And idea he had to share with the world! Or at least his sorta-kinda big brother figure. "Bane! Bane! BaneBaneBaneBaneBane!" he yapped at the Absol.

"I heard you the first time, Omen," he replied gently.

The Houndour was squirming in joy at his own brilliance. "What if we put on a show for Ilya's mommy?"

Ser Bane fell silent. Admittedly, the idea had flitted briefly across his own mind, but he'd dismissed it. There were a number of things wrong with it, not the least was that Rosalyn would probably have an anxiety attack. There was the fact that they didn't know the date of Ilya's mother's birthday, and Rosie's traveling had been terribly understated; they could end up lingering here a dangerous amount of time, or trying to leave and return only to be delayed by any amount of unexpected circumstances and miss it entirely.

Not to mention, they didn't know who Ilya's mother was. He had been putting together a set of clues, and he knew Rosie was as well. Ilya meant no harm, but she was clearly high-class, and Bane got all sorts of bad feelings about meeting her family, even if Rosalyn was probably the least well-known of her family, due to having never actually worked as a seer.

Besides, judging by the way Rosalyn's eyes were moving from Abigale to Ilya, she seemed to have her own idea in mind. After a moment, he she stated it. Or tried to. "What if...I mean, if you don't already have something in mind...It's just that I..." Rosalyn bit her lip and let out a faint sound of frustration; trying to phrase something in five different ways at the same time did not work. "Can Abby sing?" she blurted.

Ser Bane easily followed his trainer's train of thought, even though he was sure no one else did. He smiled at Abigale. "Ever fancy yourself a performer, my lady?" he asked. He rather liked the idea, himself.

[Jay]

Upon hearing Rosie's words on keeping her from her shopping, Ilya grinned a little and then giggled a little to herself before shaking her head a little. "It's ok! I have time!" was what the white haired child answered back.

Abby watched the transaction between Omen and Bane rather quietly. However, after a moment, she felt eyes on her and turned her head to stare at the woman who was looking at her as well as Ilya. She didn't feel anything wrong with this woman, yet Abigale was still... not sure at the end of it. Of course she wouldn't attack or anything unless they were attacked... yet... maybe it was just her being a worrier... She put this to the back of her mind for now and remained calm.

Upon hearing the question of singing, both white haired girl and white furred dark pokemon blinked in unison. Sing? Ilya, who had never asked such a thing of her Absol, looked at Abby unsure before looking back to Rosie again. "Uh... I dunno," she answered back after a moment looking back at Rosie before leaning her head sideways a little.

If she had had ears that were more like a dog pokemon's, Abby's would have fallen backwards a little unsure of herself when the question of being a performer from Bane came. However, because of the fact that she didn't, the Absol only seemed to look a tad startled and a little unsure of herself rather than the full fledged startledness of sorts. <Um.... I have never thought about it before...> she said honestly back.

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Bane chuckled slightly when Abigale gave him the startled look. "Sorry. I'm not laughing at you, Abigale, it's just...I think I had the exact same look on my face some years ago. I thought Rosie was out of her mind." Though, to be fair, that had involved a hula hoop, and he still thought that her initial idea regarding it was crazy, but, hey, she'd been fifteen.

"I bet you have a pretty voice!" Omen yapped. "Bane has a pretty voice, so you should too! You're a girl, too, so it'd be even prettier!" Bane chuckled again. By the Houndour pup's logic, Rosalyn should have a really pretty voice since male humans could sing and she was female. She didn't. At all. He decided not to burst Omen's bubble by bringing it up.

Rosalyn realized how both Ilya and Abby looked at her. Succeeded at making no sense and sounding crazy yet again. She sighed. "I'm not making sense, am I? What I was trying to say is that, I once put on show for someone as a present, and, well, you did say you wished you could get your pokemon to do things like mine do." She rubbed the back of her head, glancing away and starting to look sheepish. "Maybe it was kind of a silly thing to say. Every pokemon's different, after all."

[Jay]

Abby blinked a moment at Omen and found herself both flattered and...er... unsure... ._. After a moment, she forced a half smile of sorts and seemed to slowly nod her head. <Ah... I see...> she answered back after a moment. <I.... I'm not sure if I have such a voice, though....> she finally found what she was trying to say, yet as she said it, Abby still felt herself unsure of if they were exactly the right ones she wanted to use.

Ilya's face could possibly have been a comedians for the number of expressions that it went through in the five seconds that occurred after Rosie explained. OH! That made sense! After a moment, her face stabilized into a full out grin. "Oh I see!" she said suddenly grinning wider and wider to the point it was somewhat hurting her face. "That would be great to do!" In another moment, the child's eyes had shifted over to her own Absol who blinked a moment realizing that Ilya had suddenly set her mind to something.

I can see where this is going..... went through the mind of Abby in that moment.... Oh dear.... oh well...erhm........

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Rosalyn had absolutely no idea what she had unleashed.

She did, however, see the look on Abby's face, and she bit her lip a little. Obviously, the Absol was not as enthusiastic about this as her young trainer. No way to take it back now, but maybe she could help take the attention off of her a little. "Do you have any other pokemon with you? Maybe I can get a feel for what they could do and help you set something up to train them for." That had been a strange sentence, she realized after she said it. It got the point across, anyway. "Bane? Omen?"

"Yes?"

"Yeah?"

"Might want to back up and get ready. Visual learning goes a long way."

Omen reluctantly left Ilya to trot over to Bane, who backed up a bit to make room for whatever pokemon Ilya released. Omen was squirming and hopping while Bane started to hum a little haunting melody and twitch his tail in time to it. He made a small motion with his head, inviting Abigale to join them.

[Jay]

The young girl seemed to think for a moment as her Absol mentally sighed and had become calmer again. "Oh I know! Gir!" Ilya chimed in another moment reaching in her pocket and pulling out a pokeball. It seemed that this ball, for whatever reason, had been painted a light gray color maybe to help Ilya differentiate which pokemon was which maybe not. Throwing it up into the air, Ilya watched as the Klink appeared.

The Klink instantly began spinning his gears and humming a bit to himself. "I like tacos!" suddenly escaped the Klink's mouth to which Ilya blinked a moment as she heard the English word. For whatever reason, Gir knew quite a lot of human speak, yet he always did seem... eh.. a few candles short of a-..... well maybe this would work! Ya!

Abigale blinked a moment surprised by Ilya's choice. If anything, the Absol would have thought that maybe Ilya would chose Breserker given that the Samurott generally got higher standing on most agendas. Then again, maybe this was Ilya's way of training Gir? Abby had no way of really knowing and wasn't going to ask therefore, she could only assume.

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Ser Bane was blinking is disbelief, and he didn't even know Gir. There was just something a little odd about such a simple, artificial pokemon being chosen. Organic pokemon with various limbs generally made for better dancers. There was more to putting on a pokemon show than dancing, though.

It was clear that Rosie was thinking something similar, at least when her stomach stopped protesting her lack of getting lunch. She felt the growl rather than heard it (which was good, because she really didn't want to let on to Ilya how hungry she really was), as soon as the word 'tacos' was uttered by her new...student? She did sort of feel like a teacher, right now, as her mouth quirked in that almost-smile she had. "I do to. Nice to meet you, Gir. I'm Rosie."

Rosalyn then studied the Klink, trying to think of what to do with him. Acts of athleticism were out, like dancing, for obvious reasons, and she was too well-aware of the general amount of musical talent the species had (an incident in the clock tower in the capital when she was a teenager had involved a great deal of screaming Klink; she swore to never take a dare from her older sister ever again), so it seemed that lightshows were the way to go.

"Klink like you, Gir, are good with bright, flashy attacks," she started, rather unsure why she was addressing the pokemon rather than Ilya, but feeling she should, even though she was giving the steel-type's young trainer glances as she spoke to make sure she was listening. Rosie didn't notice Omen creeping along the ground like a very obvious ninja toward Gir, too caught up in the half thrilling, half terrifying feeling of being looked to for advice. Bane didn't try to stop him, merely watching carefully and not without a bit of amusement.

"I think if you polished yourself up, you could use a small Charge Beam, Mirror Shot, or Flash Cannon attack to light up the area around you." She didn't dare suggest Discharge or, Arceus forbid, Hyper Beam, out of fear for bystanders or property. "Protect shields glitter, too, but they're kind of hard to maintain. If you think you can hold on to one and do a flashy attack, that would make something even bigger." She was on a roll, but one big flash of light wasn't much of routine..."Omen!"

It was then she noticed her sneaky little Houndour pup pawing at the air underneath Gir. He stopped and sat down, panting a goofy dog grin at the Klink. "You can fly without wings," the dog yapped, with an air of someone bestowing great wisdom. Bane was trying very hard not to crack up laughing. "And that is awesome."

The Houndour's presence, however, immediately gave Rosie an idea. "Omen, Double Team." The dog gave a happy, affirmative yap and promptly split into five dogs. "Relying on it too much isn't good, but moving around Double Team copies can lead to some very visually pleasing routines." It also could lead to safer routines, if one gets particularly flashy, since a trainer can place the real pokemon in the centre, furthest from spectators, and position the copies around the edges, since they were only illusions.

Bane smiled and chuckled before settling down in a laying down position in the snow. "Best make yourself comfortable, my lady," he said to Abigale, "Once Rosie begins using terms like 'visually pleasing' it's a sign that she's going to go on for a while." As it was, Rosalyn was pausing, politely, for a response, perhaps a bit of nervousness resurfacing, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

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o3o She liked tacos too! WHOOT! AWESOME! "Nice!" he answered back with when Rosie stated that it was nice to meet him. Ilya giggled a little to herself grinning ear to ear and wondering what might happen next. As he listened to the woman's words, Gir seemed to grin somehow at the idea of flashy moves and shimmers and sparkles and and and SHINY *__*<3 Ilya, who at least at the moment listening as intently as though Rosie was directly addressing her, seemed to be all but hopping a little as she waited and took in the woman's words.

Gir had not noticed or even registered that someone was creeping up towards him. Instead, he was thinking now on what he would look like all shiny and pretty and polished . Ilya as well seemed to be thinking something along those lines but was more or less debating whether a good bath or something would work or some actual metal polish. It was only when Rosie had called Omen that both Ilya and Gir seemed to hop back into the reality around them, and in half a second, Gir found himself looking down and staring at the puppy. "Fly!" he repeated back with a grin before starting to spin himself one way and then the other using one gear to spin himself clockwise and then the other gear to do the same afterwords. Yes! He could fly! He could fly! Wait....... ._. He knew he had always been able to fly v__v aw that was a downer.....

"Double Team?" Ilya asked finding that she was trying to more or less remember if Gir knew the move. However, after a moment, she decided Gir could possibly know it without her knowing that he knew it. Poking the metallic pokemon, Ilya caused Gir to snap out of his mild depression on already being able to fly. "Try Double Team," Ilya repeated. Gir seemed to nod at this and then divided himself into five clones. Upon seeing that he could do it, Ilya let out a squeal of delight and grinned ear to ear.

Abby seemed to smile a little at Ilya's outright joy over it all and then looked towards Bane before nodding her head a little and slowly bending down before laying her form down completely. The snow was somewhat comfortable at least. <It is nice to watch though> she answered back with a calm smile on her face as she thought on that.