[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Heart give a thankful nod to Ventus. Ventus it's a kind and understanding person. "Well, uh, let's then prepare the meal. Or should I say...PUNpare the meal!" Heart return to his PUNisher side. He is not ?% okay, but he is better now. And ready to begin. "Me and my Pokemon is ready to begin! What we can help Ventus?"

Perhaps a hard job would help Heart forget a little his problems.

Warm chuckles escaped Ven's lips at the pun, a small smile already back on his face as he lead them to the campfire and directed them to accomplish a given task. "Well, since I'm monitoring the stew and keep it from overheating, how about you spread out the blanket and set out plates for everyone? After that, you could also go out and collect some more firewood to help sustain these flames, if you still have some energy left for such an excursion!"

Very very carefully, she then got up from the bench, and gave a - probably for today last - careful look to Nathan. "I'll leave you alone for now and head to the camp, if you're fine with this... Pour out those piled up emotions in private, it'll help and get better soon, okay? Fret not..."

(When Shiva eventually arrives, regardless of whether Nate is accompanying her or not)

Just as he was finishing up Shiva's portion of tonight's supper, she smoothly drifts into the area, wearing what looked to be a scarf depicting an Alola Ninetales ('The subject matter is not too my tastes, but its does look rather lovely on her regardless!'), and what he guess to be a Litwick ('Oh my, I didn't know the species was native here! A dangerous Ghost type to be sure, but he doesn't appear malicious to my senses...') perched right on one of her hands, the light emitted from his blue flames blending with the campfire's to bath the place in an almost errie purple light. Ven was a bit unnerved about how close his blessed friend and her newest spectral partner despite having just bonded only scant hours ago, but he put aside those paranoid thoughts for now.

'I am unsure as to how she managed to achieve such a peaceful union with the candle spirit, but for now I will trust she has her Ghost under control. Despite her erratic emotions and whimsy/mystic filled nature possibily being a liability in regards to the spectral type's own willful and mischevious machimations, their compassionate soul, soothing nature, and excpetional talent caring for people and Pokémon alike should amply shield from disaster. Worst comes to worst, I'll be their to guard and suppress against any fiendish assault the Litwick plans, if it so dares,' the sociologist thought, before deftly flicking his wrist to palm/hide Eternally Gold into his hand (Serious, how?!), before picking up Shiva's meal and approaching them.

"My dearest friend, its wonderful to see that you have safely returned, with a fashionable scarf and a new friend gained in the interim! You can regal me with how your day has been over dinner, and I'll certainly return the favor to the best of my capacity. That is, unless you wish for some privacy to enjoy your meal with Litwick and your other Pokémon first?"