[CLOSED] Closing Festival

"Where exactly in Sinnoh do you come from, Mr. Feng? Everyone here's got stories...and judging by what I've observed already...you must have quite a few interesting yarns to spin."

”Please, my father was Mr. Feng. Please call me Tsubame. There, I have already told you one of mine. Unfortunately that’s the most colorful I have. The rest are my cousin’s. If you’ve heard of a man named, Dalek. That’s a man with all the stories, even my own.” He shook his head.

”But if you’re still interested I lived by Mount Coronet and the four cities that guard its caves, before I began working the mines.” His voice was stiff, emotionless, guarded. He watched Zandrophin’s eyes for any hint of danger, more so than already presented itself.

”There’s not as much opportunity to be here. Why then have you two come here? Out here is mostly grunt work. Eirlys has no fortune aside from what the wilderness can give.” He looked at the fair lady from Snowpoint and the fair man from Saffron. ’Why would he come to Asemon of all places? Eirlys is still too poor for big business.’

"Alright....Tsubame."

Zandrophin had a bit of difficulty addressing him in such a casual way...he had only just met him. However...if it would keep the man from getting too much more defensive than he already was...Zandrophin would humor him. He continued,

"As for my reason for being here...other than a chance to have my name be heard around here...I haven't quite figured it out yet. We'll just stick with 'that's my business' until I feel ready to share."

Sir...it's speaking to me...

Don't be rude...respond.

Mentus looked at the Sneasel and responded,

My Master and I work as a unit...many avoid us because of the other. Most humans see his face...or the way he carries himself, and are frightened. The more observant realize that I am there...and fear my unpredictability. I do not actually speak, as you do....my words are telepathic...but I can choose who hears them and in what language they hear them. I hope that answers your questions.

Nicole sighed as she finally moved away from the fire and back towards the festivities. Nero was in a much better mood now that he had been warmed up, and Nicole had warmed up too. "You are such a nag sometimes." Nicole told the Vulpix who merely trilled happily up at her in an amused manner. Nicole merely glare back in a playful manner. As she walked by the dancing area, she was surprised to be met with the sight of Bo rolling a snowball around, along with the sounds of a poor Vanillite calling out for help. "Do I even want to know...?" She questioned out loud getting a "Vulpix" from and equally confused Nero.

"Well I don't see a legion of Celosian troops marching through the streets putting up banners. So...I would say the open border was a success." Chazz laughed, though he was impressed the party was quite nice. When she mentioned his involvement with the queen he stated bluntly. "Yes I know her. A Queen doesn't let someone run an entire army and defense of a country without knowing them. That would make for awkward status reports." His grin spread.

He noticed she looked at his ceremonial sword. The proper thing to do would be to show it too her and tell her about it. However, she doesn't know anything about him, so...he had a rare opportunity to have a little fun. "My eyes are up here, Eira."

Maya looked up from the ground and was actually relieved to see Nicole again. If she had to speak to someone Nicole was someone she felt more comfortable about speaking with.

"Don't worry about that. That woman is rather... daunting," Maya said, fidgeting and tugging at her braid. "I'm glad she didn't chase you off..."

Bo was still rolling it about, blissfully unaware of the distressed cries coming from the snow as she promptly ran over a Smoochum next. The snowball was now twice her size and she then ran over someone's unattended bag and scooped that up as well.

"Flaaaafa!" She sang. She was going to make the best snowman ever.

Maya looked up and blinked.

"Bo!" She called. "What do you think you're doing?!" She distinctly heard panicked unhappy cries coming from that giant snowball.

"Flaaaaafa!" Bo called back proudly.

"You've rolled up some poor Pokemon!"

"Flaaaaa?" Bo seemed a little confused, stopped and pressed her head against the snowball as if to listen. In that instant the Pokeball exploded, snow flying everywhere, smacking people in the face with clumps of ice. Bo was practically buried in it. A very angry Smoochum stomped off after that Confusion. The Vanillite ended up lodged in a stand somewhere.

"Bo!" Maya cried. The pink Flaaffy hoped out of the snow and ran crying back to Maya, clinging to her leg with big watery eyes and pouting. She sighed and patted the fluffy, snow covered head.