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[MATTHIAS FAHRNER]

█ all those moments will be lost in time

Yes, well, perhaps Matthias had been naive to assume that automatically, he and this stranger might become friends. The sawsbuck had always been of the mind that life or death situations brought even the most reserved of individuals closer, but apparently it was not so. Not in this case, anyhow.

Still, Matthias was not the type to be deterred by a little prickliness.

"Yes, of course." He responded hastily, neck bending under Nudge's weight as the totodile attempted to take a seat upon his head. "A bit late for introductions, but I'm Matthias." The brown-haired man attempted a smile, but the chill of frost beneath his skin kept it from reaching his eyes.

"Tota-tota!" The little water type squawked, waving a hand at James and Bakufan, all former animosity lost. One would even say the pokemon's eyes glowed with awe and reverence.

"Mm, and this is Nudge." Matthias added, indulging the pokemon and pulling up the fur-lined hood of his jacket so that it protected the miniature crocodile from the harsh winds.

Although the situation had changed sharply from what it had been before, Matthias could not deny the relief tingling through his bones. Of course, there was still the cold to worry about, and they would have to find the pokemon center in this terrible weather. But at least Nudge seemed happy, bumps, bruises and all.

He glanced at the flareon, expecting the fire type to take the lead. Matthias felt humbled before the man. Despite being taller and probably older, he somehow sensed a sort of assured independence about the other, an air of unintentional authority that Matthias felt inclined to respect.

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[James Belmont]

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James knew this type of Trainer, and when he watched the elder not protest to how the Totodile was climbing up all over his head, that only confirmed it. They were spineless pushovers, in his experience, the type whose Pokemon walked all over them and rarely listened in battle. He understood not wanting your partner to get hurt - he'd experienced that fear many a time when Bakufan would go out to fight, even if he knew the little Cyndaquil was tough and could handle quite a few hits before giving up - but he thought that keeping the Pokemon back from battling was stupid. They would do it if they were out in the wild, happily in his experience, and even if some of them weren't as fond of it, more often than not they were. Besides, if you gave them direction, they usually could do even better, though he did have to admit, Bakufan was getting good at being able to fight back on his own. He held his head high, debating the pros and cons for a long moment, crossing his arms. "James. And this is Bakufan," he stated after a long moment, nodding his head back towards the Fire-type. Heating his breath up again, he shot the warm air down into his coat, already knowing this was going to be a long walk. Usually he would just leave the two of them and rush off in Flareon form again until he reached the edge of the shadowed lands and had to shift back since the fur kept him warmer, but it seemed as if he wasn't going to be able to shake the new companions. Mentally resigning himself to having to rely on some of his inner fire - thank Arceus he was a Flareon rather than some other species that wasn't quite so warm - he offered his hand to the Cydnaquil, letting the Pokemon climb up into his arms to be carried back and share warmth between them. "I know a good Pokemon Center around here," he stated, already starting to walk back towards the city. "It's quiet and off the beaten path, but they're quite dedicated to the Pokemon that come through their doors, rather than the usual automation that comes from some of the newer Centers." He scowled at that, remembering the way that Bakufan had flared up when the machines had started trying to prod him. Don't get him wrong, he was all for technology, but there were some lines you just didn't cross when it came to taking care of someone, whether they be human or Pokemon.

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Slowly going to trick myself into writing more on average by making my wordpad wider, la de da~

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[MATTHIAS FAHRNER]

█ all those moments will be lost in time

Matthias couldn't help but blink and smile in amusement at the cyndaquil's name. It was certainly unique; it was unlike anything he'd ever heard before, in fact. Somehow it seemed to fit the aloof pair, though. They seemed the type to do things their way and not bother what others thought. He admired that. He had always wished— somehow— to one day be less concerned about being alone or not.

"Is it alright if we make a quick stop on the way?" He motioned, teeth no longer chattering from the cold now that the totodile was snugly keeping his head and neck warm. "I had to leave some important things with a friend when I ran out to look for this guy." Glancing up at the crocodile and receiving an only slightly apologetic look in return, Matthias started after James, allowing the smaller man to take the lead.

Said 'important things' included a pokemon egg that the man had come across one night on his way back from the bar. Technically, it was thanks to Nudge that they had found it. The water-type had shot its trainer in the face with a water gun in the hopes of sobering the man up, but used too much force and sent the man falling backwards into a pile of garbage bags. It was a miracle he didn't break the egg, for it rolled out of the pile and straight into his lap, disturbed by the sudden collision. There had been no signs of any others, or a parent for that matter, and its cold temperature had worried him enough to bring it back to the motel.

That was some time ago, and recently the egg had begun to move and make strange little noises. Matthias wasn't sure what was more thrilling; the fact that they hadn't found the egg too late, or the prospect of what unexpected creature might pop out.

Still, he had had to leave it in the care of the bartender when Nudge decided to disappear into the snowstorm. Now he was eager to get back to it, much like a mother hen weary of leaving her nest for long.

This made the walk across the Steelgate Bridge seem even longer, and Matthias felt the urge to lessen the wait with some small talk, despite his smarter senses telling him that James was not the kind to indulge in such trivialities.

"If you don't mind me asking," Matthias started, breaking through the silence and sound of their boots crunching through the snow, "What were the two of you doing out in the shadowlands? I mean, I've seen that you two can clearly stand your own." He smiled slightly at this. "But it's nonetheless quite dangerous out there, and in this weather... Were you looking for shards?"

He had heard about these light shards and their ability to cleanse the lands and restore them to their former glory. He remembered his hometown by the sea, and how the shadows had, like a dark, ominous cloud, slowly drifted over the horizon and across the water and consumed the fishing village. He wondered; if they ever did manage to return light to the world, would the places they'd known and loved still be there waiting?

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