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Misha was indeed on vacation and as a result he was in no particular hurry, nor intent on working on anyone else's schedule but his own for that matter. He began his day with dressing up in simple, yet fashionable attire before making his way out of the room he was staying in to the rest of the...

Misha was jolted awake by the ship's sudden banking. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. That particular realization also didn't put any haste into the man either. Calmly, he got up out of bed, got dressed and stepped outside of his room...

Kirill distanced himself from the situation that had effectively gone tits up and found himself still without a gem. The half-demon's eyes bounced between the brewing and rapidly declining situation surrounding Elora with Qerres joining the fray and Tristan. He didn't know whether he'd heard her...

Kirill remained in thought for once, specifically the half-demon was thinking about how wronged he still felt by the fact that his gem was simply taken from him and he was never informed of such a fact. What would have happened if he had ended up being the only one to arrive at the group's...

"Yer a half-demon right? So stop bein' stupid." "Never." came Kirill's short and to the point reply, his arms remained crossed over his chest as he stood proud, tall and straight as an arrow, well save for the eventual crook in said arrow as slowly but steadily the half-breed began leaning over...

The half-demon simply stood there, watching Qerres as she took her sweet time noticing him before outing an amused snort at her reaction. "Poor thing, aren't demons supposed to be the ones scarin' people and not the other way around?" Kirill questioned, tilting his head over to one side as he...

Kirill remained seated on the ledge he'd settled on. His elbow was perched on his knee and his fist was tucked under his chin as he stared down at the group with half-lidded eyes, growing bored much faster than he had initially anticipated, despite the visible differences certain member of his...

Kirill was approaching the group at a steady pace, giving scarcely little time for him to react as the wall of fire abruptly springs up in front of him. Thankfully, he was a creature of instinct and upon newfound reflex, flapped his wings upon his approach once more to buy himself some much...

Kirill awoke and felt strangely... different and little wonder, considering he'd sprouted an additional set of limbs or something that felt very much like it at any rate. The sensation of spreading his black, leathery wings felt equal parts new and familiar, as if some innate instinct made...

The half-demon stared deep into the steadily pulsing orb, head tilting from side to side as he lingered deep in thought, weighing his options. This all seemed shady to say the least and frankly, he didn't trust anyone involved anymore, not his teammates, or the voice echoing around him. He was...

Guy listened intently to the man as he went about stalking the sides of the cages, eager to get a look at each and every Pokémon, to the point where he was squishing his face and cheek against the aforementioned film that was there (thankfully) for the Pokémon's privacy. He continued to bounce...

Kirill offered very little in the way of a response to Tristan's parting statement, only a half-dismissive and half-bye careless waft of his hand over one of his shoulders as he continued to step further into darkness. The footsteps that lingered, which had kept him company for what seemed like...

Kirill half expected the feedback from Sang and Qerres, as well as Tristan frankly. The berating that followed did serve to weigh him down, as well as to rouse a response. "You got a problem then at least come tell it to me face-to-face!" The half-breed bellowed, burying one of his large fists...

Kirill was confused by the exchange, he'd hoped he would've received some magical swag in return for his offer, but in truth all he received was words, how boring! Oh well, at the very least the team appeared to be making some form of progress, not that he was paying much in the way of attention...

Guy continued his mad charge toward the promised land of Pokémon in need. The worn down state of the building and the rickety fence doing very little to dissuade him, after all, it just made the building appear that much more lived in. Lived in by Pokémon no less. The bundle of blankets carried...

Kirill didn't like the idea of striking a deal with this thing, let alone giving it something he'd miss. Then again, maybe he had some unwanted belongings he could pawn off on the creature. The half-breed stood there with his arms cross for a good long while, staring blankly ahead in thought as...

"When you exit the Pokémon Center, you take a right and pass two houses. The third house is the one you will need. It's a bit larger than the others and has a small sign on it indicating its goal. There's no garden to the side, they are purposely kept inside to make sure they do not get abused...

Coltherian shifted his stool toward Gwyllenal's seat, having little intention of further overcrowding the sofa the Priestess was perched on top of. His gaze lingered in the vicinity, either searching for something or intentionally avoiding the eyes of others in an effort to distance himself...

Kirill thankfully appeared far too injured to make much of a fuss at the moment, movement was both painful but sluggish, though thankfully not impossible. He'd spiritedly denied and gone against any attempts at tying him to a stretcher and instead followed the rest to the best of his ability...

Guy had been clearly much too busy with the Arcanine to offer further elaboration to the officers, not that he had any to share even if he had the focus to try and remember any crucial details that might've helped the investigation. He peeked toward the Arcanine around the doorway after...