ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[shiningkindness]

Fluttershy has to stifle a giggle at the Trumbeak's antics. It doesn't sound vicious from what she can hear, so she knows it wouldn't really hurt this person. She does feel bad for Punk, though, even if it was mostly just jealousy, and she bends down to pet her.

The clatter of the dishes gets her attention again, though, and the chair being scooted out for her surprises her a little. But with another gentle pat on Punk's head, she then slowly takes the open seat.

"Oh, um...this isn't actually my house. I just found myself here suddenly. So it's not yours either?"

[crowneddragon]

The little quilava preens under her touch, finally given the care and attention she'd been seeking, and pushes herself onto her backpaws to follow the delicate hand that pets her head. She stumbles and plops down on the ground with a heavy thud that belittles her size, before following the young girl up to her seat, and twining around her ankles once she's seated, restlessly looking for a way up. The purrloin on Esteban's lap licks its dainty paw as it watches with pink-rimmed eyes.

"Hmm? Nah, I just got here. But the food's delicious! I'd get Puppy an' Grumpy out t' taste it, but I don't want them t' eat everythin'." His eyes are bright as he snickers openly, but hardly seems concerned about their new location. If anything, it's nice to see a little house like this, cared and beloved enough that the columns and tiles start moving on their own. He's still pretty sure there's ghost 'mons here. There have to be.

"Y' don't have anyone with you?" the redhead asks casually. This is actually more of a concern to him than the moving home. While he's not too worried about wild pokemons, it's rare to see someone her age without at least one about them, just in case. Oh, but if she was like him, and caught between one place and the next-- maybe she didn't have her pokémons with her when it happened?

"D'you need a 'mon? Temporarily? Punk there seems pretty 'ttached to you," he grins, reassured. "She's fierce when she gets upset!" Him saying that has the small weasel puff out a small note of irritation, garnet eyes narrowed. She clambers up the chair, and settles on the open lap, her little raised mohawk of flames feeling warm to the touch, but not dangerous, in the strange way that all fire pokémons can be. Esteban takes another bite out of the sandwich in his hands, chewing over the possibility.

Two strangers, out in a strange and possibly haunted house. He wants to go exploring next.

[shiningkindness]

Fluttershy can't help a soft giggle as Punk climbs into her lap, and once the Quilava is settled she resumes petting her.

"Oh, I see." So they had both just ended up in this location. She isn't entirely surprised, this kind of thing happens every once in a while, but it's the first time she's seen a place like this before.

"I'm okay, though, thank you. I do have Pokemon with me, and I usually have two out with me, but I was a little worried about getting separated from them, with all the strange things happening right now. So I have them back in their Pokeballs for the meantime."

[crowneddragon]

He's slow to nod along with her words, a little furrow between his brows as he considers them.

"That makes sense, yeah?" There's something confusing about her words, something just out of his grasp if he could only focus long enough to make sense out of them. But Esteban's never been the sharpest along his critter's claws, and he soon fumbles out of the idea when the purrloin's tail twitches, and it tries to climb atop the table. He fusses with the small cat for a moment, scooting it off to seek food elsewhere, and when he rises, he's all sunshine and brightness again.

"D' you wanna go explorin'?" he asks, smile perched high onto his cheeks and at the corners of his eyes. "I bet the house's full of ghosts! Or maybe fairy-types? Kelfki w'ld fit right in t' this sorta place!" He chirps cheerfully. The Trumbeak on his head takes that as his cue to either scamper off or accept the dooming height that would smack him into doorways. It takes the wise approach and flies off to a nearby tree, primly cleaning its feathers and ignoring the two strangers below.

[shiningkindness]

Honestly, Fluttershy can't really blame him. It certainly can be confusing, and she doesn't always understand what's going on herself. But it had happened a few times before, although it wasn't quite like this with whole new locations appearing from nowhere.

A bit surprised when he suddenly rises, she can't help smiling herself in the face of his enthusiasm. "Oh, um...all right." She should be worried about accidentally ending up somewhere else, given that it had happened the last time she had passed through a door, but his exclamation distracts her a bit. "Though goodness, I hope there aren't any ghosts."

[crowneddragon]

Poor Punk finds herself without a lap, yet again, and she clings to Fluttershy's skirt for as long as she can while Esteban pulls her up to her feet. The fire monster swipes lightly, claws retracted, at her trainer's shoes, miffed at him for all of his transgressions.

Esteban tries to scoot down and pet her, but she is far from willing to forgive him, and she twines around Fluttershy's ankles instead, rises on her hindpaws and stretches her long length to pull at the gentle trainer's clothing very very lightly with her claws in an obvious beg. Big brown eyes stare up at the young girl, and Punk nuzzles lightly into any touch given to her.

There's a small huff from her companion as he rises back up, but he grins as he offers her his hand again, clearly about to invite her along to this journey.

"Why? 're you scared 'f ghosts?" He asks, with a bite of mischief. But he wouldn't do anything with that knowledge; he's not cruel after all. It's just for fun, after all, and he tugs Fluttershy lightly along, to the open courtyard where a small pack of bidoofs have curled up in the shadow of an awning, snoozing happily in the warmth that surrounds them.

[shiningkindness]

Fluttershy can't help an apologetic smile as she slowly pulled to her feet, and has to bite back a soft laugh as Punk refuses any of her trainer's affections. Her heart melts at the begging, and she gently scoops up the Quilava to let it perch across her shoulders if she'd like, before taking Esteban's hand again to start exploring.

"Mm...I am, yes," she confirms, playing a bit with her hair in a nervous gesture, even as she lets him lead her further into the house.

[crowneddragon]

The quilava is very happy with her now new perch, and she nuzzles affectionately against Fluttershy's chin before she settles, carefully draped over her shoulders so she won't fall. Esteban doesn't mind as long as the little minx doesn't get lost, and Fluttershy doesn't seem the most, ah, adventurous in this particular party. His grin is bright, though he's quick to add.

"Well, Puppy knows Crunch, an' lil' Punk here wouldn't let anythin' hurt ya, so I don't think you need to be scared of them." Esteban himself... isn't overly concerned with ghosts. Maybe because he's still expecting Grumpy to evolve, one day.

"What's gotten you scared of 'em?" he asks, curious about his smaller companion. Not that it's an uncommon phobia-- just not one that he's ever understood.