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Ohoho. What have we here?

Who: Tarvek and anyone fool enough to bother him.
What: Demonstrations of clockwork skills and perhaps some battles(?).
Where: A small eatery-type place in Quakesburg.
When: Evening (not that you can tell underground, hoho).

Tarvek had luckily not been swept up in the fervor of challenging the gym leader; he had obtained his Fissure Badge nearly twelve years prior, after all. Instead, he was sitting outside a small shop, sipping coffee and watching the visiting trainers tromp back and forth between the gym and the pokemon center.

He'd even had enough time while he very pointedly wasn't battling to put his name in for the Quakesburg tournament. It would be odd, not using his own pokemon (especially since some of those fossil pokemon were ugly as sin), but it was for a good cause (his love life) so he felt that he might as well do it.

There was plenty of time until the tournament, however, so he was occupying himself with his clockwork. His Vaporeon, Mostovoi, was curled up at his feet as he worked at steadily filling the table with bits of brass and an ever-growing wall of coffee cups. All he needed now was the crowd of intrigued and adoring people praising his work. They would start showing up any minute now, he was sure.

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Saori came from the Pokemon center, still rather in shock how she managed to win her first badge. Still, she registered in the tournament. The idea of using a random fossil pokemon seemed rather interesting, so she figured why not. It wasn't everyday you get interact with one of those.

Right now, she was looking for some place to eat and wait for Akito to show up. The first thing that caught her eye was the lovely Vaporeon curled up by Tarvek's feet. Then it was what on the table. She moved in to get a better look. "That's pretty impressive."

Tarvek debated being modest for all of five seconds. He held up a five-inch long model of the pokemon curled at his feet, carefully tooling at the clockwork that ran along its left side. "Do you think so? I've never seen anyone else with this particular talent and so have nothing to judge myself against."

The Vaporeon stretched and yawned, raising its head to look Saori over with a critical eye.

"Even so," she said, leaning to get a closer look at the clockwork, "To think you could capture the elegance of a Vaporeon in something so small with such delicate work...I'm a little envious. That and you have a Vaporeon." She had child-like smile on her face as she got a better look at the pokemon.

"I can tell you take good care of it. Would be alright if I could pet it?"

"If he'll let you, certainly. Would that be acceptable, Mostovoi?"

The Vaporeon seemed to debate for a few moments, before getting up, stretching, and calmly trotting over to Saori. Just like its trainer, it warmed up to people a lot faster when they were properly adoring.

"Generally my work is a bit bigger than this, but I don't quite have enough brass to make anything larger." That and he liked making the little fiddly ones because they attracted more 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.

"Thank you, sweetie," Saori smiled and started to gently pet its head. Actually, Vaporeons were ranked rather high as one of her favorite Eevee evolutions, next to Leafeon and Espeon.

She looked up from petting Mostovoi. "It also shows your skills in this sort of thing. I bet someone might even offer more brass once they see your work."

"That is an intriguing idea. I generally sell them for money to buy more materials; it isn't often you find people carrying around large amounts of workable brass."

Mostovoi purred, its fins flicking slightly. Clearly it was enjoying the attention Saori was giving it.

"True, I guess it would depend on where you're selling them." She smiled, seeing how Mostovoi approved her actions. "Regardless, I'm sure someone will want to buy one no matter where you go." If she had the money, she surely would.

"What are you building now?"

Dist knew Tarvek, having met him in person a handful of times and being generally approving of his inventions. His new Shroomish was toddling along behind him as he approached, looking about three seconds away from bolting for the nearest shelter .

Unfortunately the Shroomish never had a chance to bolt to anywhere, because Mostovoi chose that moment to stand up and trot over to it. The Vaporeon was just as arrogant as its trainer, and gave the Shroomish a very thorough once-over.

"Ah! Dist. What are you doing here, my good man?" Tarvek indicated the seat next to him (the only one what wasn't covered in pieces of brass or coffee cups). "I'm currently working on a Vaporeon that can dance on its hind legs. Somewhat whimsical, yes, but intriguing to create. Hence having Mostovoi out."

Mostovoi chose that moment to yawn.

At the yawn, the Shroomish wailed, scrambling to put Dist's legs in between it and the Vaporeon. Dist sighed and picked the poor thing up, sitting down in the indicated seat.

"I've never had a Pokémon give me this much trouble," he mentioned offhandedly. "I'm here for the tournament, but I thought I'd expand my team while I was in the area. This one isn't used to being part of a group, apparently."

Mostovoi snorted and curled up again, tail swishing from side to side lazily. Clearly it was unimpressed by the Shroomish.

"Ah." Tarvek adjusted his glasses and looked the little quivering Shroomish over. "Good lord. It's going to shake itself to bits." He held his tongue, but he was privately wondering why Dist had chosen such an ugly pokemon. "Perhaps some coffee would... no. On second thought. No."

Atlas was lost. Not in the literal sense of the word (even though Quakeburg seemed to be more of an underground labyrinth than an actual city), but more in the way that part of him was just screaming over and over in his head, while another part wanted to take that shrimpy little Gym Leader and throw him into one of Quakeburg's many pits, and a third part wanted to simply throttle the next person he saw.

Grunk was ambling alongside his partner. He didn't attempt to console the boy, especially since he was one of the reasons he was in such a foul mood. Refusing to fight the Tyranitar after the Pokemon's first hit wasn't the most noble of options, but it certainly kept him from fighting a losing battle. However, at the sight of a small coffee shop, the Croagunk perked up. Where there was coffee there was bound to be sweets. Atlas might appreciate that. Tugging on the boy's shirt sleeve, Grunk sprinted towards the coffee shop before Atlas could say anything.

Whipping his head around and letting out a frustrated sound, Atlas was about to scream at the pokemon before he noticed it making a dash for the coffee shop. He figured he might as well... there was nothing quite like a pastry to get the sour taste of defeat out of his mouth.

Grunk slipped inside the Coffee Shop, but Atlas paused outside examining the man sitting at the table. He certainly was dressed the way Atlas imagined a the child of a clown and a chandelier would, but that wasn't what piqued his curiosity. Picking up one of the many brass figures, arching an eyebrow. "You know," he began. "The waste bin is right beside you. You shouldn't keep trash like this on the table."

It was all he could do to pretend he wasn't utterly fascinated.

What. What. WHAT?!

Tarvek very, very slowly put down the figure he was working on and the delicate, two-inch-long wrench he was working on it with.

"Put that down."

Mostovoi uncurled and stalked over to Atlas, tail in the air as though echoing its trainer's sentiments. It circled around him, making displeased little noises and trying to herd him away.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Or what? You'll clock me?" Cocking his head to the side, Atlas smiled smugly at the other man. He wouldn't mind another battle. His pokemon were freshly healed, and winning against a fop like this might boost their spirits.

He eyed the Vaporeon at his feet. He had considered evolving Orion into a Vaporeon, as he thought the pokemon was both beautiful and powerful, but Orion chose to evolve into an Umbreon. But the creature's dislike for him was obvious. Gently nudging it aside with his boot, he examined the piece of clockwork once more before dropping it to the ground, lifting his foot to stomp on the small piece of machinery.

Tarvek winced and stood up, knocking a few coffee cups to the ground. "Don't--"

The Vaporeon, apparently sensing its trainer's distress, jumped on Atlas's leg and started to claw and bite, its tail flopping against the ground angrily. Luckily it hit the little piece of clockwork out of range of the Rocket's stomping shoes.

This was not his day. Stumbling backwards, the Rocket flailed about, trying to shake the Vaporeon off his leg. "Get it off! Get it off! Control your pokemon!"

It was about this time that Grunk strolled out of the coffee shop, Poffin in hand. With one glance at his partner, the Croagunk burst into a fit of manic giggling.

This was not Atlas' day.

Tarvek couldn't help it; he was laughing too. Privately he felt that it served Atlas right for trying to destroy his work (The nerve! Calling it trash!). "Oh, fine, fine. Mostovoi, come here."

The Vaporeon released Atlas's leg, turning around and sticking its tail straight up in the air before stalking stiffly away. It only paused to lean down and retrieve the little clockwork, bringing it back to its trainer and giving Atlas the stink-eye as best as it could.

"Let this teach you some manners."

Atlas returned the dirty look, reaching down to examine his leg. Nothing too bad, but the Vaporeon had drawn blood. His mood had gone to bad to worse, and his own Pokemon laughing at him was close to making him snap. "Don't you lecture me about manners. You're sitting out here like a vagrant, peddling your junk to anyone stupid enough to look at it." Yes, Tarvek was the rude one.

Grunk watched, amused, and giving Mostovoi a curious glance. He broke his poffin in half, holding it out to the Vaporeon.

"I am peddling nothing! I am working. I certainly didn't ask for your attention, nor did I attempt to sell you anything. You would have broken it anyway, if indeed you had enough money to pay for it in the first place."

He picked up the fallen coffee cups, which thankfully hadn't broken, and set in to looking over his little clockwork. Hopefully Atlas hadn't managed to break any of the complex little parts.

Mostovoi looked Grunk up and down, tail swishing back and forth. Slowly, it leaned over and took the offered poffin. All pokemon knew that a trainer's attitude wasn't necessarily a reflection on their pokemon, after all. Mostovoi may have already greatly disliked Atlas, but Grunk as yet had not done anything worth such annoyance.

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Ohoho. What have we here?

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Prepare for some hot lovin... I mean... Atlas... throwing a temper tantrum

For Tarvek, love and snitfits are pretty similar.

Re: For Tarvek, love and snitfits are pretty similar.

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