"Ah, alright, good! It's a pleasure meeting you, Polarus," the Mewtwo replied, smiling a bit in relief as he continued to examine the moongoose-like Poke'mon. He simply hated appearing to be rude at praticly anytime. For he was the kind of person that would constantly flaunt over his reputation, even if something he had done had never even managed to get close to accepting this reputation.
Yet again, here, he currently had no reputation- or he had one, and it was netrual, rather than the always-yearned-for "brilliant reputation".
"I'll have to make it up soon, I suppose," The feline-like humanoid nodded in argeement to his own thoughts as he returned his gaze towards the mongoose once more, as it would be rude to suddenly fall into a trance of some sort after simply staring into the forever floating bubbles in which the Krabby blew in such a peaceful manner.
"I apologise for my terrible sense of direction," of course he 'apologised' for something that needn't to be apologised for, but yet again- this was simply Vassily's own mind working away in it's strange manner, and his own way of speaking, which was terribly olden-like, thank you very much.
"But, would you mind telling me where I am at the current time? I'm usually far more observant than this, but alas; I was rather recently ship-wrecked--" Ship-wrecked?! That was far from the truth, no- hadn't he been suddenly turned into a Poke'mon? There was not a ship, nor a ship-wreck in this matter, ever involved with how he managed to get here.
What were the chances of Polarus would believe such a story as that? Slowly making the whole ship-wreck thing work in would most likely be a good idea.
"Or, maybe you could tell me after we get away from here-? I'm far more fond of forests than beaches-" The phsyic humanoid seemed to have forgotten that he had supposibly washed up on shore here, but oh well. Not everything jad to make much sense- and if the Zangoose questioned him about it a little, he could simply reply with "Oh, I've smelled far too much salt already" or "It brings back memories"- either would work, really.
Tsar couldn't help but nod abit in approval of Karak's kind actions. The pilup had not once ever thought of giving a 'gift' away to his customers- it might just be that the only two items he sold were literally seashells and novels- both items that only the occasional far-away tourists that wanted to keep a souvenier would by. There were most defiantly /not/ many of those people around either-
But of course, there was all the transfers from other guilds to keep him abit busy- business was always slow though.
"Maybe I'll try that some-time~"
It was most defiantly a good idea.
Almost forgetting about the currently cracked shells, Tsar finnaly jumped down to the floor. Landing with a quick 'thump'! on the ground. It was rather difficult to pick up such small and sharp fragments when you had rather stubby arms- no, they didn't even qualify as arms, nor hands- basicly just flippers if anything at all.
Black-rimmed ears perked forward in a rather suprised manner, despite the fact that there was nothing to even be suprised about.
"Oh! I forgot all about my order at Maxi's shop- dear me. . . " Her 'order' had not been some kind of crazy tux or dress- as the rather eccentric Dragonite also sold (Most of the time people would just purchase small accesories, such as scarves, bows, and even the occasional ties,) but rather one scarf; one in which had been instructed to have a perticuliar design embedded into it.
Obviously in a hurry, the riolu went running back into town. Pink-padded paws pouding against the ground, for it was nearly sunset, and usually shops closed by then- infact, /all/ shops closed again. Most were run by a mere one person as it was.
But something managed to stop her. Something different- someone out of place, which she had never seen, or heard of, or met before. This perticuliar person was a Totodile with a rather ridiculously long tail, and what appeared to be a sort of hobo-styled backpack, which simply could not hold that much.
"Oh, Uhmm. . Hello? Whatcha doing behind this sign?" The canine-like Poke'mon asked, slipping behind the sign in which directed residents and visitors towards "Triason Village".
This Totodile was most defiantly interesting- maybe she could even convince him to join her at Maxi's stand whenever she went. As the little alligator-like Poke'mon appeared to be in dire need of a new bag, rather than that piece of cloth on a stick.
