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[Open] Enter the pokemon trainer. Yes, she has a muk. You are all welcome.

WHO: Eva, her pokemon, you!
WHAT: Eva gets to know the place and or stinks it up with a muk.
WHERE: All over. She's exploring and has her pokemon out.
WHEN: Now!

">Exploring
After all is said and done re: waking up from a vat and the intro spiel thing, Eva is less than impressed to be dragged to another world against her will. Again. More so when she'd not even been home for six months and had been hiking the Dragon's Canyon near the Battle Tree. She'd almost found a jangmo-o nest-

Birds take everything and spin it into winter storm, but at least her world was paused.

She refuses to question this; if she does the Four will appear and she doesn't want to deal with gods, damnit. Never mind what Fluffy's reaction would be and she pointedly does not think about that.

"At least I have my team this time," she mutters, hand running over the full belt of various pokeballs with a grim, satisfied smile. The weight felt good in an alien world, and another three were in her bag. She didn't know why she had them but she was glad she did. "Not that it's much consolation..."

It wasn't. Not when she didn't know what dangers lurked here. Did this world have pokemon or monsters or the like? Probably, but she could find out later.

"Pi?" Princess's ears twitch as he settled back on his hunches, wings half flared to steady him. Lele bobbed in place; the neon green porygon2's version of a head tilt. Eva shoots both pokemon a wry but fond smile, then clicks her tongue. Roro darts out to take a picture before the rotomi vanishes back into her pocket.

"Could be in purple this time." Haha. She likes non-colour-coded clothes, thanks. "We'll get used to it." Hopefully, and with a huff, she adjusts the backpack so it's more comfortable. There isn't much in it; just things from the train and a bunch of items she'll have to sort later, but it's something. "Come on you. Adventure time, yeah?"

That's STINKY
At some point Eva finds a place to sit, rest, and let out her muk, a big living toxic sludge monster who postively stinks. The Stench is putrid and foul, as if someone left the worst trash out under the suns of a particularly hot summer’s day. Nearby Placeholders react as Eva expects and there is now a very large bubble around her and the pokemon and no small manner of dirty looks towards the muk.

Not that she seems to mind -her sense of smell has to be broken, right?- and when some brave soul approaches, the woman grins. It's lopsided, wry - and not at all sorry for the Stench.

"Once I recall him, it'll fade. Promise."

Lakeside
As soon as Eva finds a lakeside, she yeets a pokeball towards the waterline in an overhand. It's like that of a baseball pitcher; someone who's done the motion innumerable times. To the point as soon as she's let the 'ball fly, she's jogging towards the landing site and reaches the pokemon as it emerges; the pokeball caught on the rebound with expert skill.

The pokemon half sinks into the water and Eva laughs as she rubs its scaled head. "This'll be home for a while. Don't think there's any beaches around, though...."

Some Placeholders stare; she expects that. Tanknator is an adult blastoise; something still rather rare. but she loves the tortoise-like pokemon. She's big and Eva knows where they both to stand, they'd match in height. Tanknator's single most notable feature is the single 'cannon' poking out of her shell; something organic yet 'armoured' with overlapping scales. Her forelimbs have shell-like scales protruding from them, each with the start of a 'canon' poking out.

They can be extended, but right now both trainer and pokemon are at rest.

Life is good; she has her Starter and that's all that matters.

"She doesn't bite," Eva tells anyone who comes close.

Wildcard!
Want a different pokemon than a prompted one? go for it! She'll be rotating through her roster as she explores, so we can figure something out.

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Speaking of purple, as Eva continued her scouring of the city, she may happen to lay eyes on a sullen-looking young man with golden blond hair and an all too familiar default purple hoodie. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, he almost missed the strange sensation of something 'real' wandering so close by.

Almost.

Of course, he was still beginning to adjust to his life exploring Haven. And within weeks of learning to adapt to the open world, he had come across two people who felt 'real.' Pausing in his step, he stood still on the sidewalk as he caught sight of a young girl half a block away. Indeed, all those strange creatures following her around were not something usually found in this place. It had to be her.

And so Genjo Sanzo walked forward, slowly and cautiously following after her and not quite saying anything. He wanted to make sure he was right in his assumptions before he spoke out.

Still, lurking behind a stranger and her pokemon probably wasn't the best way to make a first impression.

It really is not the best way, no, but for a short time, there's no indication Eva is aware she's being followed. But, if the way her gait's changed, the way both Lele and Princess are alert, Eva knows.

She'd be a fool not to know.

"Who-" Eva whirls around, only to come up short at the familiar hoodie and someone she'd at least seen on the train. Give her a second or three to rack her brains for name, or at least a title as she signals for Princess and Lele to stand down. "...One of the Sanzo, yeah?"

Yet even as she asks, she's still wary. She wasn't expecting to see anyone from the train here, but also she knows she was hoping for a small bit of familiarity, be it from the Train or her world.

Genjo Sanzo had expected her to recognize his presence at some point. But that didn't stop his guard from going into alert as she and her collection of strange critters turned to approach him directly. His hands dug into the pockets of his hoodie as he merely started her down with an emotionless violet gaze.

"So you know of me as well, then?" Eva was not the first person he had run into in this strange new land to recognize him by 'Sanzo.' Still, no matter how much he was slowly beginning to acclimatize himself to the concept, hearing a stranger mutter his title so casually had left him on edge. "Let me guess, another universe's version?"

That was the answer he was preparing to expect at this point.

She meets the gaze well enough. Eerie or not, he's no GED, no Darkened, no poacher, or even criminal, and he's certainly not Fluffy.

Or any of her family, but details.

"Yeah." She shrugs a little. "The VTE had two Sanzos."

She'd say more, but also: She's not feeding him information outside what is needed.

"VTE," Void Trecker Express. He had heard passing words of others having met Genjo Sanzo before. But he had assumed that was a one-off situation regarding a visit between multi-verses. Perhaps did she, in fact, mean--? "Are you talking of my master?"

Could she have crossed paths with Koumyou during their time on the train? It would make sense seeing as his late master had survived there far longer than he had. That still made him wonder how she recognized him as one and the same. Indeed there couldn't have been another of him, could there?

He gave her a sullen and wary stare. Her knowledge was a bit off-putting for him.

Unfortunately for Genjo, that's the wrong answer as Eva's gaze sharpens, eyes narrowed. There's a lot she could expect of a new world, and while someone impersonating a fellow train mate isn't high on her list, it is on it.

"A lucky guess..." She closes her eyes for a second and when they open, there's a will of steel in her. "Why are you wearing that if you don't know what VTE means? Sorry; if you really do know what it is and how I could know you're a Sanzo, and you arrived here as I did, then you'll understand."

She hopes. Either way, Eva is genuinely regretful about this.

"Void Trecker Express," Sanzo states bluntly, unwavering this time. He decided to cut the vagueness of it if Eva was going to be rude on such matters. "We likely ended up here due to another mess in the void space. Although I doubt we are tethered to the train as we once were given the circumstances."

He sighs quite audibly with that, his shoulders going slack, but his gaze not once pulling away from her. "I never recall running into you, though. And the only other 'Sanzo' I have run into during my time on the train is Koumyou Sanzo, my master. I have heard that others had run into some alternate universe version of me, but from what I have heard, he was never an actual person tethered to the train as I had been."

"So, do I get a fancy prize for answering your questions, or what?"

"I was a team lead to the end. I made it my duty to look at the roster and put faces to names even if I knew I likely wouldn't interact with you. Force of habit, so we didn't have to interact for me to know name and face," she says honestly and calmly, head cocked to one side before she shrugs.

She's fine with being seen as rude. It's not ideal, but it is what it is and honestly, if this place is even half what the welcome packet said it was, she has much, much bigger problems to worry about.

"I know I'm not tethered; I went home. It's been what, 5 months since I woke up? If you want a prize, you can pet him."

She nods towards the clefairy that's been attempting to s l o w l y sneak up on Genjo. Then, as if knowing the gig is up, Princess sits back on his haunches, ears flat against his skull as he fixes the man with the most pitiful look ever. Please, adore him, give him pets.

Eva's mouth twitches in a wry smile. "I do have other pokemon outside a fluffy attention hog."

Princess fluffs up in an attempt to More Cute!!!!!

"Pokemon, huh?" Lifting his eyebrow dubiously at the strange fluffy creature, Sanzo only gave it a moment's worth of his attention before looking back up at Eva. "I thought 'pokemon' looked like bears."

He had heard the term 'pokemon' before. He had even met one face-to-face, thanks to a tiny brat on a beach who wouldn't shut up about them back when they were all on the train. But the explanation he was given was sparse, and this... It didn't look like the same pokemon he had met before.

"Anyway, you were one of those team leaders, were you?" That would make sense. Sanzo was always especially good at weaseling himself out of the outside missions whenever he could, usually preferring to lounge about the train and keep to himself to relax. He had grown tired of saving worlds, after all. Go figure he somehow ended up in this situation again. "Scratch that. Five months?"

Has she been here for five months? Or had she been back in her home world for five months? No matter the answer, it seems she most certainly had access to information that Genjo did not.

"Yeah. Basically the animals of my world." Eva says with a shrug, hoping that will clear it up.

"I was. But this isn't the train," Eva confirms with a nod before slowly relaxing into something more genuine if resigned to her fate.

Fate's plaything. That's what she is. Has been since she was 13 and she's tired of it. Tired, but willing to shoulder the mantle the best she can.

"This isn't the train. It isn't Arkea; the name of my world, where I woke up untethered to the train and spent about five months at home." Enough to get engaged at least, though there's no ring to signal it. "It's... It's something else. Another world. At least we don't have to save this one."

She sighs then rakes a hand through her hair. "Did you read the info we got on waking up here?"

"I have," So it had been five months since Eva had lost her tether with the Voidtrecker? It felt like a few weeks ago when he decided upon the train only to wake up here immediately afterward. "At least time seems to work in the same consistently fucked up way here as it did on the Voidtrecker."

He says it with a resigned sigh. He accepted that there was no chance he might end up back in Shangri-La anytime soon.

"How much sense did it all make to you? All that bullshit about 'chosen' and 'powers' and whatnot?"

It'd be smarter if Takumi walked in the opposite direction of the stench - but, then again. Why would these facsimiles of sentient persons, these placeholders, create such a thing? So, instead of avoiding trouble as caution would dictate, Takumi would walk directly toward it.

He's a shorter man, build largely obscured under a thick cloak meant to keep out wind and sand. But his expression is a mix of amused and horrified - oh, and certainly intrigued. He smiled at the stranger.

"This creature belongs to you?" Takumi wondered, inching ever closer. "I've never seen such a thing. Your ... oh, I hope I don't offend, your pet? Sorry, sir, if that's incorrect."

"Yep. This is Goopy; he's a betobeton. A species of pokemon- er, creature native to my world." Eva is delightfully happy that someone's talking to her at all. Yet when Takumi comes to close, she steps in front of him with an apologetic smile as she forces him back a few steps.

"While I can get close enough to pat him if I wanted - don't recommend unless you have gloves on by the way- that's not a good idea for you. He doesn't know you so... He could poison you. Badly so."

A blink then- "Wait - are you a real person?"

Takumi didn't want to offend if Goopy was a person, but her phrasing meant he would either be a pet or a slave, and. Well, it'd be better for the woman if Goopy wasn't a slave, perhaps we should leave it at that. He smiled all the brighter for learning this. "A pokemon. Fascinating. I haven't heard of those sorts of creatures, or seen anything like him before ..."

When Eva intercepted his path, he raised his hands and laughed sheepishly. Now that she's close, she could see that his eyes were watering from the smell. So - not immune to the creature's stench. Far from it. Just, so curious that he would ignore his discomfort in order to satisfy it.

"I wasn't going to touch, I assure you! I merely wished to have a closer look," Takumi said. Eva's query resulted in a cheery grin. "As real as can be! A pleasure meeting you, my name is Takumi."

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"My name's Eva; I'm a pokemon trainer. Basically, think animals but a bit smarter and a lot more dangerous." She offered a small bow in greeting. "If you want me to recall him, I can?"

She holds up the fast ball with a lopsided grin. "He's a good boy, but not everyone's ok with his stinky. Though he's got nothing on a zeraora's farts."

Cat-like pokemon or not, those can get stinky!

Goopy, for his part, is happy to blob around with a 'maaaahhhhh'. And slowly kill off any nearby plants and or contaminate the ground, but he is a happy toxic sludge blob of an animal.

Laughing a little sheepishly, Takumi rubbed the back of his head. "I won't lie and say he doesn't smell a bit. But I've smelled ... if not worse, than just as bad? Getting a few billion people together and funneling all of their sewage to the same place creates quite a stench, believe me. If he needs to stretch his legs a bit more ..."

Takumi peered at the animal. Did he have legs? "... at least metaphorically, you don't need to recall him for my comfort."

He tilted his head at Eva. "What do you train them to do, if I might ask?"

It's almost hilarious to watch her brain visibly do a record scratch halfway through Takumi's words.

"A- a few billion?" W-What even? How-- Eva blinks, visibly trying to reconcile what she's hearing with everything she's learned.

Everything she knows. She can't, and while she knows Takumi's asked something, she can't focus.

"A few billion I- I... what?"

Takumi not only heard her alarm - anyone would, he thought - he felt it, a ripple in the Force. He'd always been a particularly empathic Force-user, after all - and he had to abandon his own facade for a moment to take a careful step toward Eva.

His voice was gentle. "Well, if you can imagine for a start I'm from a very different reality. There's a whole galaxy out there, countless stars, and while only a tiny fraction of those have sentient people - from sheer numbers alone, we're talking billions of billions there."

"But then, over the course of time - as people travel through space, meet, congregate, build cities together, work together - fight each other and ally with each other - they're going to build cities. Those cities can become quite large, considering all the planets supporting them - when you don't need to grow your own food, you can just concentrate on commerce and governing. It's ... overwhelming if you've never seen a planet like that, that's true. But ... have you been able to see other planets yourself?"

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It's lucky he's careful, as Goopy shifts, suddenly ready to defend Eva given the slightest provocation should Takumi appear a threat to his owner. Depending on how good Takumi is with the Force, he might pick up a faint something: The bond a trainer has with her pokemon. It's an almost empathic bond between pokemon and human but not quite one. Whatever it is is something that's been built on care and trust and love, with a faint hint of energy shared between them, though the anchor is clearly the pokemon.

"I-" Eva's eyes flick to Goopy then back to Takumi. Close as the trainer forces her breathing into something isn't as alarmed while she motions for Goopy to back up a bit. Even breaths. This is another world; he comes from another world- Universe where billions in just a city(?) is common.

"It's- a lot to take in." She starts, once she's feeling calmer, though her hand is on Goopy's ball, ready to withdraw the muk if things go south. It's not ideal; she'd have to deal with it later, but-

Another breath. She has this. Focus. She's Iden'no Eva; owner of the Battle Tree. Ex-Champion, and Ex or not, she's still a Champion.

Slowly, the mantle, with everything it means, closes in around her. "I'm aware of the multiverse, but we -the train I was on before- we never visited anything like that, and my homeworld -Arkea- has maybe a billion at most. Realistically half that." She offers a wry smile. "We did land on a moon? The Larger one. Though we've yet to return after ending the program some three nonet ago. Er-" One quick count on fingers later: "About 27 years ago?"

Ish. She's trying, but look, she got used to her time measurements again.

Behind her, Goopy burgles as she relaxes. And you know, grass and plantlife die in a s l o w l y spreading circle. That is a very toxic pokemon.

The more Shinjiro has been wandering around this Haven, the more he's discovering that certain landmarks do appear to be stable, for some sense of that word - he can use these to navigate by. (Whether or not they're stable because he expects them to be stable is a headache he can deal with another day. Metaphysics isn't his thing.) Still, it means the lake is one of those places he wanders by, trying to sus out what's exactly going on here.

That ... that's a giant armored turtle, one that's striking close to a childhood memory, nearly there - he's distracted by addressing the stranger.

"She's your pet?" Shinjiro asked, wanting to get closer to look, feeling a little wary. It's not the animal he doesn't trust right off the bat. People were usually far more duplicitous.

(( ooc: fourth walling ok re: knowing about fictional pokemon? ))

((Go for it! She is aware her world is fiction in some others an doesn't like it, but -- Eh. She'll live if it's brought up.))

Eva grins, uncaring that her lap is now squished by a giant tortoise head. There is genuine kindness and compassion in her eyes, yet there is also a will of steel. A silent power. No, a cloak of quiet, understated confidence in who she is. In the power she holds.

Yet she's still a country woman at heart; one whose first instinct is kindness and compassion.

And a blink as she looks down at Tanknator then back up at Shinjiro. "Uh... Tanknator's a pokemon - creature native to my world. She's not really a pet as she's trained to fight on command due to the dangers of my world. I don't make her, either; pokemon need battle like you or I need exercise." Eva is genuinely aware how it sounds, of how the other is likely to react. "I do have a pet, though. I can bring Skeeta out if you want? Promise she won't eat your shoelaces."

Probably.

"A Pokem- that's a Blastoise," Shinjiro blinked, that memory jostling itself loose. "I used t' play that when I was a kid, long time ago - they're real."

His eyes were wide and astonished - but then he closed them and let out a breath. "Shit. Guess that means just 'bout anything can come from one of these other worlds. Damn. Sorry for staring, just -"

He made a vague sort of gesture toward both of them, and then - with another sigh, stuck his hands in his pockets again. Shinjiro wasn't going to gawk like he's some little kid. He's not. Still. Real live Pokemon. He considered her offer with a slightly awkward hesitation. "... What is Skeeta?"

"They are, yes. She's an adult kamekkus'- Bras'toyse in your world?" She tries, the world alien and foreign on her lips. "She was my starter, back when I left Masara," Eva says, eyes a fraction wider. Twice, now, that boys have said something like this to her face. She leans on Tanknator, even as the (mega) pokemon gives the boy a wary look before settling at the soothing pats.

It's fine; the shock will pass, and with something else to focus on, Eva digs out a tennis-ball-sized green-and-white sphere from her bag. She taps the central button and in a burst of sound and multicoloured light, a smallish creature appears about two feet away. Skeeta blinks and then sits down with a tired whine, seemingly little more than a mass of living vines with a face and stumpy legs. Based on the faded vines and greying fur around her snout and eyes, Skeeta is very old.

An old lady of a pokemon who means so much to Eva. "She's a monjara; I got her when I was three. You can pat her. She's extremely used to being handled."

Shinjiro blinked. "Huh. Not only are they real - you've got different names for 'em."

But he saw that he startled her - and tried to see it from his perspective. How would he feel if someone told him his life was some cartoon, or game, or collectable card thingy? Fuck. 'Draw Castor and discard two allies' - fuck all of that, fuck himself for thinking it. Nope. Shinjiro hunched a little bit. "Sorry for bringing it up. It's not a game to you."

But the lady didn't seem to hold a grudge - she brought forth ... huh. It would take him a second. It's not cartoony and wiggly and blue, for one. He didn't have the money for his own copy of Green, either - he was borrowing it. But his eight-year-old self still existing in his brain still eventually supplied 'Tangela'.

A grand old lady of a Pokemon, it seemed. The fur around her face reminded him of an elderly dog or cat. Carefully, not wanting to spook it - he knelt down and offered her a hand to sniff. He murmured to himself, but it'd still be just audible for Eva, "Never thought I'd ever see a real one."

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"Yeah, though Yamatai's more cohesive than Eselia," she says with a small laugh that soon turns genuine as she watches Skeeta sniff the hand and then face first into it as if he had Food.

There is a small whine when he does not, actually, have food, and to the backdrop of Eva trying so very hard not to laugh, Skeeta looks up at Shinjiro like he's Betrayed her. He Is The Worst Ever. There is No Food :( :( :( Why Does He Betray Her So?

"You're not the first boy to tell me that. Like, it's not a game, but we have so many of them just based on the realities of Arkea. Basically: they help teach reality and type match-ups and whatnot. I've lost track of how many I and Blue've bought for our baby sisters and then ourselves so we can trade with 'em."

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For a moment, Shinjiro completely forgot about Eva as the elder Pokemon looked up at him with those big eyes, whining, clearly betrayed. While his world didn't have Pokemon, it did have cats and dogs and other animals who'd make similar noises if they were begging for food. And it pulled at his heartstrings. He forgot he wanted to put up a tough front entirely.

"Sorry, girl," Shinjiro spoke gently to the animal, "I'm sure you were hopin for a treat. I've got somethin here -"

He's automatically reaching into his pocket for the pack of dog treats he had on him for Koromaru, before he was kidnapped here ... but paused. Remembered himself. Remembered Eva, and this was not his pet, and. A pokemon wasn't a dog. "Uh. Do y'know if she can have dog treats? I don't want t' hurt her."

"She shouldn't, but it hasn't stopped her from scarfing treats for 'Nona down. It's not toxic or anything; just means she's constipated."

Eva's dead-eyed stare at the tangela is the face of someone who's experienced this many, many times, while said pokemon somehow manages to look more pitiful. Neglected even!

Eva's hand comes up to hide/stifle the grin.

"Well, constipated doesn't sound fun," Shinjiro reasoned. Even if the Pokemon was looking so sad, clearly begging. Like a cat claiming it's never been fed a day in its life. If this was a stray in the streets, there'd be no question. Shinjiro would cave like wet tissue paper.

Instead, he spoke to the tangela in a soft voice, reaching to scratch behind her ears. "Sorry, old girl. You heard 'er. You really want your gut all tied up with gassy cramps? It's real shitty. You'll be uncomfortable and you won't even know why. I ain't gonna be the one to put you through that."

Not that he thought the Pokemon would be able to understand him. Probably? Not likely. But maybe the creature would understand that he's not withholding food because she's a bad girl or that he's unhappy with her, based on the tone of his voice, Shinjiro thought.

"It's not, but you get used to it." Sadly. Her life. Help. She loves her pokemon, yet also: why do they do this? Do they not love themselves?

They do, it's why they want junk food. It's also why Keeta wibbles, stares for several seconds with big eyes - then faceplants into Shinjiro's shoes in a hopeful search for something to eat. Because shows or pant hems are Food, yep.

"Tank here could eat them, though," Eva says thoughtfully as she rubs the mega pokemon's snout with clear affection. "Or, at least, a handful isn't likely to do harm. She's mostly a carnivore but without a constant enough battling regiment to work off added energy..."

Eva sighs, thoroughly resigned to the idea that her pokemon are probably going to put on weight. "On the bright side, I don't have Wingthing!"

A certain little robot someone, who has accompanied a certain big cyborg someone, has been periodically sending out pings looking for Interface returns. Devero knows that there's probably no point to it, but he can't help some optimism.

PING

Anyone out there?

Like any good AI would, Lele returns the ping with one of its own. Yes, her tag is still BT Glowstick Tree Monstrosity. Somehow, the ping is excited, in so much Lele can be excited.

The porygon2 bobs in front of Eva. "Sir Beepers: Here."

Eva blinks then grins excitedly. "Let's go find them then! Lead the way, Lele."

Devero can tell when Beepers receives that return ping. The drone, which had been hovering quietly in cam mode, suddenly pops all the way open into its critter configuration, trilling. It pushes an ID notification to Devero's Interface and immediately floats towards the door of the cafe Dev's been squatting at.

"Really?" he asks, watching it go. "Are you sure?"

In response, it pushes the notification again. "Well all right," Devero says with a crooked grin, pushing himself upright. "Let's go say hi."

On Dev's world, localizing an ID ping would be a simple matter of mapping location data to a local street plan and then heading out...but this isn't Dev's world. "We're going to have to do this the hard way, huh?" Dev asks his drone as they hit the street.

He gestures a command, and Beepers sends Lele another message: Query: able to stream video data?

Yes. Transmitting: Live feed.

Said feed shows Eva's not that far away; a good five or six streets at best. What is notable is a very big heron-like creature standing next to her with her while Eva digs through her bag, obviously looking for something. From time to time, a berry appears from her arms band, and she offers it to the bird as if rewarding its patience.

Mistress: did not bring riding harness for Deefa. Arrival: delayed.

Welp. It's a relief to see another familiar face, but Devero's distracted from trying to determine where Eva is by the sight of the bird next to her. That... that's a big animal. That's a big animal that she is very close to. (Listen, he was never an animal guy.)

He collects himself with a little shake and starts walking, Beepers bobbing along at his shoulder as it relays the video into his Interface. "Tell them we're heading their way," he murmurs to his drone, and Beepers obediently sends the message.

Understood. Lele sends back; she could cut the feed, but she doesn't. Instead, she takes the time to give a decent three-sixty of the area before returning to Eva.

The woman offers a thumbs up and starts packing up before she pauses. "If you got audio on the feed, I can give you a running commentary of this stuff or Deefa?"

It's away to pass the time at least.

Hey, that's helpful! Beepers sends a ping Lele's way, an electronic nod of thanks on Devero's behalf.

Raising a hand to his Interface, he says, "Yup, I've got audio. Eva, it's-- really good to see you. Why don't you tell me about your big bird?"

"It'll be better in person. You ok for a hug?" Or ten.

And then her face lights up. Pride, adoration and love for the bird with her. "Gods; So, Deefa's the first pokemon I caught, back when I started my Journey. She was tiny back then; able to comfortably sit on my arm, though that didn't last for long; downsides to comp training. She's not as big as some get though, and she's not as big as Senna, who's close to 9 foot. Wingthing's bigger too..."

"Oh, always," Devero says with a chuckle.

He listens to her gush, attention divided between Eva and navigating his surroundings. "What's her kind called?" he asks. "And how many do you have with you? More than on the train?"

"Perfect. I'll have to hug you enough for my sisters, too."

It's a light quip, but one she means. He's family. One way or the other, Devero is family now. She doesn't remember if she told him, but it doesn't matter. She'll tell him again and again.

"I've got nine with me. VTE ones plus the rest of my team." Eva says as she hoves the rest of her stuff into the arms band. She'll sort it all out later. "Deefa's on the main team with Princess, so..."

If -when- danger eventually strikes, Eva is ready and armed and will do what she must.

The Arkean woman stands and runs a hand down the bird's neck as she talks. "She's an onidrill; an adult and trust me, you do not want to meet them in the wild. Tamed? Depends. Most trainers who keep them do the right thing with handling and training. Others..." Eva shrugs. "Eh. Stupid dies stupid, especially if they caught one out in the wild. I'd trust her over Wingthing though, and I basically raised her from fresh hatched. You can meet the rest if you want?"

Stupid dies stupid. Isn't that a sentiment? It's not one that gentle Devero is terribly comfortable with, but he knows well that the world Eva comes from is harder and more dangerous than his own. (Aren't they all?)

So he doesn't dispute the wisdom, instead cupping his hands around his mouth to call down the street he's just turned on to: "Absolutely! Am I okay to approach?"

"YEA!" She calls back after a second, hand still resting on Deefa's neck. "Approach like you would anyone else, but don't stare at her. She's used to nervous people. Nerves are to be expected when she's kinda big compared to Dancer."

There's a lop-sided grin to the words, and the closer Devero gets, the more apparent it becomes that Eva is calm and confident around the bird. Certain in her ability to handle anything if it comes up.

She holds up a red and white sphere the size of a tennis ball with a grin. "Tanknator's about as big. My Starter. Giant tortoise of a turtle. Let me know when I should release her, 'kay?"

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[Open] Enter the pokemon trainer. Yes, she has a muk. You are all welcome.

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