ARE YOU A POKÉMON MASTER?

[shinsengumi]

Welcome to this year's Pokémon Festival! Here, you can participate in many different activities and events, including battles, musicals, triathlons, films, breeder shows, and the coveted CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT. Please enjoy your stay!

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[costofpeace]

[How few words it takes to confirm all of his sharp misgivings. Hassan doesn't hesitate a second longer, stepping abruptly forward to interject himself between Shryke and this harassing stranger. Who does this man think he is, bringing any sort of unease into a festival intended to celebrate the bonds between people and Pokémon? Who does this fool think he is, to unsettle Shryke in a place that should give him comfort? Hassan tightens his fist, and then tenses further still at the involuntary twitch that convulses the fingers of his left hand - the surest indicator of all as to just how much this has angered him.]

I think he has made himself clear enough. Unless you would rather I find someone to escort you from the premises I suggest you make yourself scarce. Immediately.

[aasimar]

Oh. [Perhaps it's meant to intimidate him, but Tsing only chortles, raising his hands as he backs away a step and sweeps into a low bow.] No need to be hasty, gentlemen, I'll leave you in peace. My but it only gets more and more difficult every day...

[He would have made a wonderful subject though, Tsing muses, with one last furtive glance over his shoulder as he wanders away, hands in pockets. What will he do now, having been so thoroughly rebuffed...]

[raptorial]

[The stranger leaves, and Shryke isn't what emotion plucks at him. He is relieved to be free of that man, certainly, but at what cost? He lays his fingers gently on the wrist of Hassan's left arm, and murmurs.]

Hassan. It's all right. Thank you.

[costofpeace]

[He doesn't mean to turn so sharply at Shryke's touch, and the realisation of his actions is itself an awkward sort of balm. He must be calmer. There is no sense in anything otherwise.]

Drael said you wanted to see me.

[The words are bitten out tartly, statement more than question, and again Hassan finds himself privately drawing back from his own projected anger. No, he can't do this with Shryke. The sigh escapes him naturally, though it takes an effort to make himself speak again.]

I'm sorry. Was he troubling you for too long? If it suits you, I can still have him removed.