[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

Oz smiled again and let it go from Bernard's hand. “I almost forgot! You asked me about Fortuna feathers right? Wait for me here for a few seconds. I will soon return to Sylvia and Mr Samsara!” Oz stands up and goes to a place outside of Bernard's presence. She releases Fortuna and then tells her. “Fortuna, can you give me a few feathers? Just to give them to Bernard? I know you have your reservations with him, but so far, he proved to be a good person. But I will not force you if you don't want to.”

Fortuna gives the Mage a border-1ine Mean 1oox, before turning her head away, a bit apo1ogetic but sti11 frowning in dismissa1. No, she won't be sharing her feathers with the fe11ow unti1 he's tru1y proven trustworthy and re1iabe. Mere words mean nothing - action and a proper re1ationship mean the wor1d.

That, and who xnows if that fou1 witch he is mates with catches wind of said gift and coopts it for her own nebu1ous and horrendous ends? Their is Power that can exp1oited over one if a Magic Practitioner has a body part from someone and the proper xnow-how and 1acx of care over what they can do with their contro1 - both these things that Morgana no doubt qua1ifies for....

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

Akamu might be forced to scramble back, as Kusanagi immediately gets in his space, stepping forward and towering over the young man in a smooth but rapid blur of motion. Her eyeless gaze bore holes into them, before they let out a scoff and turns away.

"Tell that boy he's far from mastering a blade with his bearing and attitude. That if he's unprepared and unwilling to handle true danger, to truly fight and kill for his life and others, then he has no business wielding a sword. Weak hands begat a weak sword, and a weak sword only shall get you and your own killed.  Hmpt....his lack of Guts handling his 'problem' Pokemon is woeful too. It does not bode well for his own journey if he can't come to grips with, perhaps, the first dangerous threat he can be responsible for."

Harsh, but not entirely without merit.


Veluza gives the old otter a battle hungry, menacing grin, completely undeterred by the vast disparity of Typing and Experience that lay between them. If anything that got him more put to meet with her - and the possibility of crossing his own Sharp blade-like fins with her own! This is meet with a savage, almost blood thirsty grin and a booming laugh as she shook her head in obvious mirth. 

"HA! Sharp in all the right ways, this one is! He may not be a Sword, but he most certainly is a Blade. A Cleaver, perhaps, hacking away at all that opposes him with gleeful exuberance and great relish. Ah yes....what a wonderful attitude and potential this one holds. He'd fit right in any proper Battle or Fight to the death, butchering his enemies like so much meat to be sliced ."

The most daring Fishie didn't seem to know how to take Kusanagi's words, a thoughtful frown appearing as they pondered them. On one hand they were right - he did very much enjoy what he did, and that included Lethal Combat when the time came for it. He could easily see himself cutting down enemies permanently if need be or his blood boils too hot. On the other, he knows that his Master - you - is not nearly as much of a Battle junkie and fiend for the blade, let alone have any taste for murder and death of any kind. He doesn't want to disappoint you, not unless it was unavoidable. Hm...what to think, what to think...   

Your high praise for your elite swordsman only gets an interested tilt of the head from the scarred warrior, before she lets out dismissive huff, waving it off entirely.

"Bold words and high praise, especially for a swordsman so young and still wet behind the ears. Forgive me if I withhold judgement until I can actually meet with him - only Pokemon I knew that could call upon the true Power of Sacred Sword are all long since dead and gone, and nobody since has approached their prowess."

Iron Leaves....

The title of Verdant Sword causes the seasoned and sightless warrior to twitch, a slight frown on her muzzle. Iron Leaves, on the other hoof, was a tad apprehensive of revealing themselves to a Mon like Kusa that could shrug off their main capabilities, but in the end she complied with your Will. Through your Bond with the Future Paradox you could feel her leashing her power once more and marshaling their Will for this meeting , so you knew the moment she was 'ready' .

With that all that done, you released Iron Leaves, who stood firm and tall right in front of you as she stoically stared down Kusanagi. Her Verdant Terrain, restrained as it was, only pooled around her feet, small patches of greenery and the occasional flower popping up as she strode towards the Blade of Glory. Upon reaching a few feet distance from them - and manipulating her Terrain to spread only the narrowest 'branch' onto their feet - she gave the a bow of their head.

[GREETINGS: This Unit is Referred to as Iron Leaves. Let Us Cooperate and Progress Our Master's Goals, And Complete Your Own Desires As Well.]

Kusanagi went still, their normally arrogant and slightly mocking, sly, or sneering expression stricken and dumbfounded for a brief moment.

...Then it was gone, and a grimly intrigued and...something else frown appeared as they 'looked' your hydraulic house over, slowly taking their time to circle around Her and occasionally prodding Her with a paw. Your Partner took this without compliant, though through your link she was most uncomfortable with this.

At last the old warrior stopped her silent examinations, now in front of you and with Her behind as her frown turned solemn and....bittersweet amusement?

"....I knew you were concealing something significant from me, but this One..... *Deep, sharp chuckling* Do you realize the full extent of the Blade you wield? The most core thing about her?"

Behind them Leaves shuffles, a lightly curious look on Her face. Looks like she doesn't know what they building up too.

"....Heh, I suppose it matters not. She is your Sword, a Pokemon almost without Peer in what she is capable of, and she shall serve you well and grow to her fullest in time. As too will you, if your commitment proves True, Ideal, and Pure. *Wane Smirk* Do take good care of her - it'd be a shame for the world to lose a Master of a Blade like them again."

With a light chuckle Kusanagi goes silent, remaining motionless and ready between you and Iron Leaves.

Seddi will give Kusanagi a long, hard, thoughtful stare.  It's not particularly surprising that all of her comments about his more 'average' Swords pertain to how lethal they are.  It's clear that the comments are putting them off, though.  

"Sage advice for Akamu indeed.  A blade swung without purpose and commitment will never find its target, and can often cause more harm than good.  If you're going to learn, better to do so with intent.  And whether it's to harm or kill, know exactly what that intent is before you swing."

A difference in philosophies between them perhaps.  Or maybe just a difference in goals, seeing as Kusanagi is likely trying to provoke her opponents into trying to kill her.

He glances at Ceruledge and Veluza and nods reassuringly.  They know his policy.  A master of the blade also knows how not to kill with their deadly weapon.  Seddi's not above letting his mons inflict Lethal damage if it will help them maintain a necessary edge, but killing is something they only rarely need to do.

Seddi could not be prouder of his partners' control, their precision and purpose when they strike.  He can always trust them to do what's necessary in a given situation.

Even if it means they'll need to kill when a situation calls for it.  Because if they need to, they can.

Briefly getting back on track with the training though...

"Before we begin the sparrin', I have a...trainin' aid of sorts that I'd like to try applyin'. One that I obtained after a great deal of unexpected trouble.  Just so we're clear, I am not on friendly terms with the individual this item originally belonged to."

He doesn't know exactly how Kusanagi is going to react to this, but better he show her this now so he can explain why he has it.  Just in case though, he silently motions to his partners to be ready in case Kusanagi tries something...

Leaves was not the only thing Seddi was hiding from her initially.  And he can only hope her reaction to this won't be deadly.

"Given that we'll be defendin' the people of Bayahama soon, I think it's only appropriate that we seek what aid we can from one who would do the same.  They may be dead, but they're not gone.  Not entirely."

The cowboy has pulled out of his bag the Blue Boa.  Kusanagi may not have her sight, but she can likely recognize the item from its aura.

Seddi waits in anticipation of Kusanagi's reaction, ready to react, regardless of what that reaction may be...

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Seddi will give Kusanagi a long, hard, thoughtful stare.  It's not particularly surprising that all of her comments about his more 'average' Swords pertain to how lethal they are.  It's clear that the comments are putting them off, though.  

"Sage advice for Akamu indeed.  A blade swung without purpose and commitment will never find its target, and can often cause more harm than good.  If you're going to learn, better to do so with intent.  And whether it's to harm or kill, know exactly what that intent is before you swing."


A difference in philosophies between them perhaps.  Or maybe just a difference in goals, seeing as Kusanagi is likely trying to provoke her opponents into trying to kill her.

He glances at Ceruledge and Veluza and nods reassuringly.  They know his policy.  A master of the blade also knows how not to kill with their deadly weapon.  Seddi's not above letting his mons inflict Lethal damage if it will help them maintain a necessary edge, but killing is something they only rarely need to do.

Seddi could not be prouder of his partners' control, their precision and purpose when they strike.  He can always trust them to do what's necessary in a given situation.

Even if it means they'll need to kill when a situation calls for it.  Because if they need to, they can.

Briefly getting back on track with the training though...

"Before we begin the sparrin', I have a...trainin' aid of sorts that I'd like to try applyin'. One that I obtained after a great deal of unexpected trouble.  Just so we're clear, I am not on friendly terms with the individual this item originally belonged to."

He doesn't know exactly how Kusanagi is going to react to this, but better he show her this now so he can explain why he has it.  Just in case though, he silently motions to his partners to be ready in case Kusanagi tries something...

Leaves was not the only thing Seddi was hiding from her initially.  And he can only hope her reaction to this won't be deadly.

"Given that we'll be defendin' the people of Bayahama soon, I think it's only appropriate that we seek what aid we can from one who would do the same.  They may be dead, but they're not gone.  Not entirely."

The cowboy has pulled out of his bag the Blue Boa.  Kusanagi may not have her sight, but she can likely recognize the item from its aura.

Seddi waits in anticipation of Kusanagi's reaction, ready to react, regardless of what that reaction may be...

The old swordswoman huffs at your re-interpretation, but doesn't object to it. Similarly she only scoffs as your - to her - coddling of your Blades. She understands the differences between you, her, your drives, and her own philosophies, and while she finds the lack of 'teeth' to you and your own Partners somewhat irritating and contemptable she does not find much fault with it. Not enough to get riled up, at any rate. 

"You tread the path of 'deterrence' and 'measured response' , I 'see' . Hmpt....we'll see if you can stay True to such 'nice' ways of handling your Blades, or if the trails you shall face will temper you towards being decisive." 

Your heavily laden  with foreboding message causes the glory otter to perk up, a sharp grin already stretching across her eyeless face.

"Oh? Yet another surprise? And one who's mere existence and history makes you so cautious concerning me? Well now..."

Your next comment cuts off whatever else she was going to say, her posture stiffening once more as you alluded to them.

"....What is the meaning of - "

And then the Blue Boa is revealed, and Kusanagi goes still.

Loyalty: (6)(6)*  [Gotten to know you a bit] + (*6) [???] Tie
Disobedience: (3)(4)(6)(4) Tie

Then, you find one of one of her blades resting at your throat with a Feather Dance light touch. In less time than it took to blink, Kusanagi had crossed the distance between you two - even as old as she was, the lady could move if she felt the need to. Immediately Ceruledge and Velzuna sprung into action, the former looking incandescently furious and the later nashing their teeth in preparation to tear this old coot a new one....

...But they are stopped by Leaves, who stood between you and them with her usual unflappable stoicism. She gave them a slow shake of her head, before turning to look at you two with quiet composure and acceptance. 

After all, she knew that if Kusa wanted to harm him, then they could have done so - or failed the moment She intervened. No, this was...

"Explain. Why. You. Have. That , " Kusanagi said, her tone deadly calm, her sightless gaze honed in on your own as she tried to divine your Inner Truths through sheer force of Will and her finely hone intuition and sense.

Well. You have a chance to Recover - how will it be?

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

The old swordswoman huffs at your re-interpretation, but doesn't object to it. Similarly she only scoffs as your - to her - coddling of your Blades. She understands the differences between you, her, your drives, and her own philosophies, and while she finds the lack of 'teeth' to you and your own Partners somewhat irritating and contemptable she does not find much fault with it. Not enough to get riled up, at any rate. 

"You tread the path of 'deterrence' and 'measured response' , I 'see' . Hmpt....we'll see if you can stay True to such 'nice' ways of handling your Blades, or if the trails you shall face will temper you towards being decisive." 

Your heavily laden  with foreboding message causes the glory otter to perk up, a sharp grin already stretching across her eyeless face.

"Oh? Yet another surprise? And one who's mere existence and history makes you so cautious concerning me? Well now..."

Your next comment cuts off whatever else she was going to say, her posture stiffening once more as you alluded to them.

"....What is the meaning of - "

And then the Blue Boa is revealed, and Kusanagi goes still.

Loyalty: (6)(6)*  [Gotten to know you a bit] + (*6) [???] Tie
Disobedience: (3)(4)(6)(4) Tie

Then, you find one of one of her blades resting at your throat with a Feather Dance light touch. In less time than it took to blink, Kusanagi had crossed the distance between you two - even as old as she was, the lady could move if she felt the need to. Immediately Ceruledge and Velzuna sprung into action, the former looking incandescently furious and the later nashing their teeth in preparation to tear this old coot a new one....

...But they are stopped by Leaves, who stood between you and them with her usual unflappable stoicism. She gave them a slow shake of her head, before turning to look at you two with quiet composure and acceptance. 

After all, she knew that if Kusa wanted to harm him, then they could have done so - or failed the moment She intervened. No, this was...

"Explain. Why. You. Have. That , " Kusanagi said, her tone deadly calm, her sightless gaze honed in on your own as she tried to divine your Inner Truths through sheer force of Will and her finely hone intuition and sense.

Well. You have a chance to Recover - how will it be?

Seddi doesn't flinch or miss a beat.  He may not have known exactly how Kusanagi was going to react, but this wasn't far from what he was expecting.  And fortunately for her, explaining why he has that boa was exactly what he was going to do anyways.

"Had a little accident during a chance encounter with Morgana almost immediately after I arrived here.  I requested she give me this as part of her apology.  She knows I have Leaves.  And she knows what I saw and experienced when we made contact, however briefly.  Call it twisted if you will, but she almost seemed to find giving her accessory to me amusing. I do still think the young colt is better off in hands that aren't hers, knowing what she did to him.  That isn't going to be a moment I soon forget.  Especially since it nearly killed me."

He'll glance at his trio of pokemon, knowing exactly what they'll do if any harm comes to him.  "Now, if you'd kindly lower your blade.  Nobody here needs to be enemies."

And he highly doubts that Kusanagi would want to meet an unceremonious end here.

[Redstone]

He would stand his ground when Kusanagi 'inspected' him, not moving back an inch. The otter could call him what she wanted, however true it may be, but trying to run/cower from it would only make it worse.

Just what did he get himself into here. Get lucky while digging through some trash and now sutalör's whole aresenal of sword masters were after him to judge, guess he got to take this all a little more seriously after all.

Seriously indeed. What would *she* think seeing him like that, giving up before even trying and goofing around. Shatter the thought and get your eyes on the goal.

If he could get the little cat to drop the lethality on command she? could prove to be very useful + she? was still quite young and impressionable. 2 options, 1 idea. He'd contemplate some more while watching the introduction unfold.

He'd focus at the reveal of the Blue Boa. He might not be familliar with it himself but from what he saw a few days ago and the otter's reaction it seemed to be an item of grand importance. Things were bound to get very interesting.

[Pokekitty2]

At Fortuna's reveal, Murkrow perks up from Sylvia's table and hops out, approaching apprehensively.

Fortuna eyes your raven with a calm, non-domineering composure, rubbing a wing under their chin for a moment before waving your newest friend over. Somewhat excited yet nervous, Murkrow approaches, and soon the two are engaged in a conversation that flies completely over your head - something about the Arcane, manipulating Destiny to your desires, and finding ways to 'Beat the Odds to Rise on Top' ?

Well, they seem to be getting along well, at least!

Good

Sylvia will approach Myra carefully, slowly "touching" her psychic-space, so as not to startle her.
>>Good afternoon, Myra. I'm Sylvia. I just wanted to say hello - you're quite beautiful.
If Myra is open to it, Sylvia will also offer a game she used to play with her partner Vulpix - each takes turns projecting a psychic image with a tidbit about themselves hidden in it, and the other must explore or inspect the projection and find it.

Despite your best efforts Myra indeed does startle, jumping up and whirling around with a snarl. Intruder, intruder!

Then, what you said processes and they settle down slightly, their fur raised and 'favoring' you with a dour look.

'"....Thank you. But do not use Telepathy on me again. Only my Master and Teammates have permission to touch upon my Mind and Bond."

Her tone is formal, somewhat imperialistic, and none too slightly irritated and defensive. They were still being polite, but it was clear they viewed your introduction rather poorly.

Your offer of a game is rejected flatly - Myra refuses to allow anyone to see anything about themselves without careful screening on her part and with permission from her Master, and she greatly disapproves of the use of 'mental magics and means' in pretty much EVERYTHING aside from combat (and only to deal Damage). Yeouch.

Sylvia immediately dips into a deep bow upon Myra's spinning about, both a friendly and submissive stance. She only rises, and slowly, when Myra speaks.

"My deepest apologies. I understand."
Sylvia retracts her psychic powers, curling them into herself to avoid touching Myra again.

Rejection:
"Of course. Sorry to bother you."
Sylvia will release her power just enough to get across her feelings of apology, respect, and admiration as she retreats. Not projected - simply floated. If Myra wants to pick up on them, great - if not, no harm no foul.

Cool! We'll take the book with us for Foxy Delights!

Sylvia will certainly take Tiffany up on that offer. Helping out a fellow Vee? Yes please!
On that note:
Sylvia enters the room with a friendly tail wave and a preemptive, "Good evening."

You're lead to a room that is painted warm autumn colors, plush brown carpeting, and chic furniture arranged tastefully around a tea table, complete with a fresh brew pot of jasmine. Setting on a red-cushioned pedestal was a luxurious looking Flareon, their coat utterly immaculate (and making your inner Sylveon/Flareon jealous!) and their form the very peek of fitness. Together with their soft eyes and the Gentle aura the suffused them it made this fiery snuggle buddy one inviting presense!

....Where it not for the fretful look about them, starting down their paws and muttering something utter their breath, a distinct lack of confidence and an overabundance of anxiety plain to see AND feel.

"*Mutter* Got to do right, got to do this right....! Just need to greet the customer, invite them to pet me, and everything should flow smoothly...! *Frowns* Unless they're too nervous to open up first? Then what do I do? Beg for pets, trill for attention, lead them to a right conclusion? What to do, what to do....oh I'm SO going to mess this up....!"

Tiffany was not kidding about this guy's worrywort nature. Oh dear...

"Good afternoon."
Sylvia enters, setting the book on the edge of the tea table and turning to look fully  at the Flareon with a posture of greeting.
If at all possible, she'll try to 'flatten' her Psychic noise as a way to project calmness - hopefully it helps him.

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

(...) You do have to keep a close eye on them to prevent the lil' perfumer from escaping your table and curiously explore that place and all those FASCINATING smells, but seeing their pure joy is well worth it.

That brings up an idea: Can we have Spritzee intake the aroma of the  Super Sweet Fairy Delight Bernhard has ordered, to have Spritzee later create a magic-infused perfume that is just as sweet in terms of smell? With the drink having a positive effect on our magic, maybe the perfum might have too. If not, it's going to be used for SPE-based craftings!

[Lord Windos]

Seddi doesn't flinch or miss a beat.  He may not have known exactly how Kusanagi was going to react, but this wasn't far from what he was expecting.  And fortunately for her, explaining why he has that boa was exactly what he was going to do anyways.

"Had a little accident during a chance encounter with Morgana almost immediately after I arrived here.  I requested she give me this as part of her apology.  She knows I have Leaves.  And she knows what I saw and experienced when we made contact, however briefly.  Call it twisted if you will, but she almost seemed to find giving her accessory to me amusing. I do still think the young colt is better off in hands that aren't hers, knowing what she did to him.  That isn't going to be a moment I soon forget.  Especially since it nearly killed me."

He'll glance at his trio of pokemon, knowing exactly what they'll do if any harm comes to him.  "Now, if you'd kindly lower your blade.  Nobody here needs to be enemies."

And he highly doubts that Kusanagi would want to meet an unceremonious end here.

Rationale Check
INS + Knowledge + Empathy - 3
(5)(6)(5) Well now!

"....Damn the Trio. Damn that witch. Damn those demons. Damn them all."

Kusanagi spits to the side, a terrible scowl now in place, so severe that it stretched and distorted her scars. 

"....Damn that brat for dying. Always suspected he stayed and fought until the bitter, instead of running like he was supposed to. Now I got proof. Heh....well, it's not like I'm any better now. Not. At. All."

She lets out a long, horrible laugh, so filled with bitterness that you almost miss the Pain underlying it. Your mistress of the flames and dagger fish tensed further, looking about ready to disregard Leaves and jump right in, but again your Verdant Sword held them off, stamping a Foot and firmly shaking her head. 

"....Feh."

The old swordswoman withdrew her blade, her face becoming unreadable as she loomed over you like a judge executing their verdict.

"....The remnants of the brat. The 'lineage' of the bitch. And my technique from the bastard. *Grim Chuckles* All's left is the brute, and you'd have the full set on your hands. Ha....and here I thought Fate had forsaken me long ago. No, that sorry cunt has just been Biding her time until she could send you my way. A young novice of a Master of Swords, up to his own neck in woe. Two paths, different yet similar, made One, True and Heart. Heh...just like in the old tales. Hilarious. 

"....I'm done. Don't bother me until it's time for that Fight you promised."

Without another word she Recalled herself, flicking the button on her Ball and disengaging entirely. Cerluedge and Velzuna quickly settled down, and with a nod from Iron Leaves they hurried past her to crowd around you, checking to see if you're alright. Your fishie even goes so far as to offer some of its Fillets to cheer you up, while your spectral wraith glowered angrily at the sheer gall of that old coot. Threatening their Master right in front of them all, after they made an effort to be nice? Unforgivable. If they pull that shit again she'll cleave through them and Curse their immortal soul, binding it to the earth so it may never know rest....!

The only one that seemed entirely unbothered by the events were your Paradox Sword, who observed things quietly before looking off to the side, a eyes filled with contemplation. About what, you don't know - their is plenty to dwell on in this little near deadly exchange.

All's well that ends well?

[Lord Windos]

(...) You do have to keep a close eye on them to prevent the lil' perfumer from escaping your table and curiously explore that place and all those FASCINATING smells, but seeing their pure joy is well worth it.

That brings up an idea: Can we have Spritzee intake the aroma of the  Super Sweet Fairy Delight Bernhard has ordered, to have Spritzee later create a magic-infused perfume that is just as sweet in terms of smell? With the drink having a positive effect on our magic, maybe the perfum might have too. If not, it's going to be used for SPE-based craftings!

They could indeed do that! Whether it has any Mechanical benefits or not is another matter entirely - that'd probably require some Alchemic work on your part and more than a little Will and flexibility of Spritzee's. Still, the perfume would smell real good at least!

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Sylvia immediately dips into a deep bow upon Myra's spinning about, both a friendly and submissive stance. She only rises, and slowly, when Myra speaks.

"My deepest apologies. I understand."
Sylvia retracts her psychic powers, curling them into herself to avoid touching Myra again.

Rejection:
"Of course. Sorry to bother you."
Sylvia will release her power just enough to get across her feelings of apology, respect, and admiration as she retreats. Not projected - simply floated. If Myra wants to pick up on them, great - if not, no harm no foul.

Cool! We'll take the book with us for Foxy Delights!

Sylvia will certainly take Tiffany up on that offer. Helping out a fellow Vee? Yes please!
On that note:
Sylvia enters the room with a friendly tail wave and a preemptive, "Good evening."

You're lead to a room that is painted warm autumn colors, plush brown carpeting, and chic furniture arranged tastefully around a tea table, complete with a fresh brew pot of jasmine. Setting on a red-cushioned pedestal was a luxurious looking Flareon, their coat utterly immaculate (and making your inner Sylveon/Flareon jealous!) and their form the very peek of fitness. Together with their soft eyes and the Gentle aura the suffused them it made this fiery snuggle buddy one inviting presense!

....Where it not for the fretful look about them, starting down their paws and muttering something utter their breath, a distinct lack of confidence and an overabundance of anxiety plain to see AND feel.

"*Mutter* Got to do right, got to do this right....! Just need to greet the customer, invite them to pet me, and everything should flow smoothly...! *Frowns* Unless they're too nervous to open up first? Then what do I do? Beg for pets, trill for attention, lead them to a right conclusion? What to do, what to do....oh I'm SO going to mess this up....!"

Tiffany was not kidding about this guy's worrywort nature. Oh dear...

"Good afternoon."
Sylvia enters, setting the book on the edge of the tea table and turning to look fully  at the Flareon with a posture of greeting.
If at all possible, she'll try to 'flatten' her Psychic noise as a way to project calmness - hopefully it helps him.

The blond kitsune only gives you a curt nod, still frowning but not displeased with your show of contrition and cordiality. 

Your attempts to send your feeling across is meet with a figurative Iron Defense that completely rebuffs them, not letting them pass into Myra in the slightest. Too have such considerable mental and emotional fortifications in place....it spoke of a great deal of disdain, paranoia, and perhaps even fear of any form of Psychic or mental influences. Just what caused this beautiful fox to close herself off so thoroughly like that and regard you 'kind' with such automatic hostility and distrust...?

~~~~

"AH!"

The Flareon jumps from their perch, looking around wildly before their gaze rested on you, where upon it widened as they stared at you with confused awe and deep curiosity.

"An Espeon...? Wait....are you my first customer? Then that's....!"

He quickly darts over to you, giving you a human-like bow while also displaying the Eeveelution equivalent of 'nervous but eager greetings' in terms of body language.

"Hello, dear guest. My name is Boosta, and I'll be you companion this evening. Please, allow me..."

They make to fill you a glass of tea with some great finese, not spilling a drop as they handed it to you. Their entire body was filled with anxious yet excited energy, and their emotions were much the same.

"Now....what brings you....here today, mam? Companionship, talking things over, or someone you wish to....compare?"