[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Well, that trade went far better than Nathan had expected it to.  He's in a somewhat decent mood when he walks back through the Center's doors.

(Up to Ventus to initiate the trade for Solomon.  Nathan's not thinking about that currently)

After congradulating Valder and Piloswine on the job well done with the King's Rock ("Outstanding work, my friend! I promise you I'll repay you for this favor in the future, after I have resupplied and garnered my own accounts!"), Ventus returned to the grand lobby area of the opulent Pokémon Center, going over to the PC and swapping out Michael for Slowpoke, before equipping the sloath with the afformentioned Item, before making his way to his empty table near the doors. Despite the throngs of people in the Center, he managed to somehow keep it all to himself; perhaps his aura of Unfetterness was still lingering, and driving off would be sloachers.

The moment Nathan walked through the front doors, the researcher was already there, standing right in front of the boy with a polite smile on his face. He had easily detected and recognized his friend's own unique emotional pattern when he came within his empathetic range, so he decided to be prompt rather than wait for them to find him instead. That, and he wanted to conduct this promised trade immediantly, because despite no longer feeling warped by the boy's actions, he was still increadibly furious and frustrated at them, so the longer he was in their presence right now, the more likely he would do something he'd regret highly later on.

Still, nobody sans Kirlia would even know judging by his appearance and manner, though Nathan might be somewhat aware of the aura of discontent that was projecting from him. "Nathan, I believe I promised to trade you for Solomon after I have forged the King's Rock, which I have now done so. If you would follow me, we can conduct this exchange and go about our respective business for the night," the sociologist kindly said, no edge or rancor in his words at all, but they were convery with such formality and a lack of warmth that a Britsh Gentlemen would be impressed.