Birth of a Business [OPEN]

The rain was a fairly common sight to the city of Colbagne, but it did not mean that Samuel was used to them, or liked them for that matter. His expression soured a bit as he glanced at the darkening sky, annoyed that his nice little walk on the surface was going to be cut short for today. Ah well, he supposed he had some work that needed to be done, anyway. Might as well square it away as soon as possible. The Alolan Ninetales walked with fine grace and poise; something that he had instilled in him as a child and beaten into his brain in his young adult years. While he had grown to control his ability, he was unable to shut it off completely, and so any Pokemon that would cross him would suddenly shiver from the slight drop in temperature. His fur would 24/7 emanate cool air, which was nice in the summer for others, but not with the rain coming.

He did turn a few heads; his species was not all that common, and was often attributed to a certain clan more than anything else. Still, he had been here all of his life, and so while not an everyday appearance, the Pokemon knew of his presence. Not exactly who he was, but his existence, and for now that was his best compromise.

It just so happened that he wasn't the most notable creature on the streets today. Samuel noticed that some other stares were at a particular direction, and following their gazes led to one rather odd looking Croagunk. Tattoos were not a trend here and were often associated with more unsavory things. He didn't have an air of a criminal, though, just someone sketchy or shady. The icy fox let out a small huff, watching the poison type looking rather lost and anxious as the storm approached.

His ears then pricked; an idea popping into his head. He usually wasn't the one recruiting debtors, but this seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up. Even in the likely scenario that this kid didn't have any money on him, he would like to think that he might make a good lackey. His appearance made it easier to attract more sinister folk, he'd like to think.

And so he approached him with a small smile that looked a little too much like a smirk. "Excuse me, do you need assistance?" his tone was polite, at least. "I can't help but notice that you seem new around here..."

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Zeik Lonzanger - w h o o p sorry that took a while haha

Samuel would tilt his head a little, finding his language rather coarse. He liked that he was able to scare him though, even if it was just because he caught him off guard and he was certainly in unfamiliar territory. Ugh, that laugh grated his ears, though. "I'd like to keep my eyes and ears open, yes." he replied cooly, watching the poison type carefully. He did not want to end up getting poison jabbed; an attack that would prove to be highly troublesome and super effective to his typing. The Croagunk would pull out a sad little piece of paper that had surprisingly pretty, cursive writing. He was curious about that -- something seemed noteworthy about it, for Pokemon normally did not pay that much attention to penmanship so long as it was readable. Perhaps he could try to wring out some information on that one...

But first, he had to read what was on this paper. "Corner of Main and Market Street..." he muttered. "Well, we certainly are on Market street, you have that at least." the fox would turn his head towards the slight upward slope. "You would have to keep walking upwards until you reach the next large intersection. Your building would probably be sitting somewhere in that ring. Not too far, I believe, and if you run you might get there before the rain fall." he noted that the other Pokemon around him were already starting to either close up their stalls or at least find some shelter from the weather. The shower shouldn't last all that long, but it was still annoying all the same, making the cobble streets wet and leaving a dampness in his paws.

He let out a small huff though, thinking that if he wanted information (or money) he would have to follow him. Guess he still had to act like a gentleman. "I can escort you there, as there are quite a few side streets along the way, if you wish." the large board he was carrying would certainly slow them down, though. The icy fox knew of the shape, but couldn't quite pinpoint what it was used for. Oh well, it probably wasn't important.

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Zeik Lonzanger - here you go!

He supposed that make sense. Samuel recalled of an ability he encountered before that did better with the water, but not so much the heat. It was a little bit like him, but he preferred neither rain or sun. The snow (and sometimes hail) was where he reigned. Still...that grating use of slang...ugh, he had his work cut out for him, but he should be used to such things by now. Sometimes he had some clients that were stuck in their ways to speaking in such a manner. Most others, along with those under him, were usually smart to do otherwise. "During this season, yes, though the sea certainly adds to the wind that you are feeling at the moment." he did not understand the latter bit, finding himself confused on how a windy day would be ruining. Well, sure, if it was too windy then that was troublesome for stall owners that did not secure their stands correctly, but he did like the cool air. It was like winter, but not quite.

"It is no trouble. My home follows this direction, anyway." it was still a ways away, but it was either that or the sewers again. He did have work though...his lips curved downward at the thought, but the Croagunk he decided to escort was unfortunately very chatty, so he could not be left to his own musings for long. What in Giratina was BTW? "You may call me Frost." he replied. It was what he defaulted to whenever introducing himself to a stranger. The icy fox watched the poison type raise his fist, but seemed to have second thoughts and awkwardly let it do something else. Well, he did his best to pick up the conversation again, he would give him that.

"That's a bit of a long way, especially with all of the items you're carrying." he remarked, "And yes, all my life I've been here. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you wish to perceive it, I have not been anywhere else." there was a time where he dreamed of joining the guild and exploring the uncharted lands, but that was a long, long time ago. "My species isn't very common around here, especially as I am considered a 'variant'. Do not worry about not knowing what I am. Many certainly do not." most do not ask, as they were usually aware of the fire type Ninetales, so it didn't take much to put two and two together to figure out that he wasn't a shiny, but rather a different kind altogether.

He glanced up at the sky again to find that the storm was approaching quicker than he had expected. Still, he was not sure if the other could run properly with all of those items, but he was not inclined to offer his maw to carry them. Maybe the Croagunk wouldn't like that anyhow. "We should perhaps hurry if you do not want your items to get wet." he muttered, noticing the crowds thinning the further they went up the street.

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Zeik Lonzanger