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He's really not used to kids trying to drag him of all people into things, but it's not so bad to try to build sandcastle anyway. He doesn't really know how to make an elaborate one but it's coming along nicely anyway. At least until Blanc notices that the sand seems to be getting strangely deeper along his feet, and the parts of it he thought the kids built, suddenly start moving. Their work is knocked over without question, and the air around the pokemon is starting to make him feel weaker.

"GET BACK!" He yells to the kids around him, who thankfully seem to have scrambled away from the pokemon. He'd never really seen one of these up close before, but he thought he'd heard its name online in passing, Palossand. When did we start getting these in Unova?

He was glad he opted to bring his team with him after all on this trip. He grabs the only one he has on hand that he thinks could do the trick.

"Odette!" He calls as he releases his Swanna from her pokeball, who trills at her opponent as she opts to flap her wings above the sand threatening to sink her trainer.

"Surf!" Blanc commands, and Odette flies to the nearby water. She's able to grab from the incoming tide to force it even more forward, and crash directly down on the false sandcastle.

A patch of the beach is now drenched, Blanc included. But the ghostly sandcastle has flopped down as though its suffering from confusion. Blanc fishes out an ultra ball from his pocket, and tosses it at the pokemon.

Click!

🦌 Send Blanc a deer to get random Deerling and Sawsbuck facts

Okay, Blue he could at least understand, he'd been to events she'd been to before no less! But Leon? THE Leon? He almost drops his drink in surprise. When had he caught The Leon's attention?

Despite his shock, Blanc does manage to clear his throat. If a champion trainer wants to hear ramblings he's certainly happy to provide some.

"Unless crossbred with well combined traits with a Sawsbuck and Gogoat for example, most variants of Sawsbuck aren't rideable the same way a Rapidash or Mudsdale is. Though the average Sawsbuck when in a group can still pull a cart or sleigh without issue with their combined strength, but it's really the caribou based Sawsbuck that manage to do this task best. It takes half of the amount of pokemon to be able to do the same thing because they're just built sturdier."

🦌 Send Blanc a deer to get random Deerling and Sawsbuck facts

Not a face he recognizes, but he doesn't really question it and starts rambling anyway.

"Providing they don't get into any fights that results in loss of antlers, the average Sawsbuck will lose their antlers from January to March naturally every year. Winter Sawsbuck antlers turn white in particular to signify their weakness before they fall and grow back in as brown and blooming with pink blossoms in the spring."

🦌 Send Blanc a deer to get random Deerling and Sawsbuck facts

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Well he hadn't expected to wake up to a message from the evolver herself, that was one way to make him more awake suddenly. At least he does think he knows something that could be of interest to her.

"Deerling and Sawsbuck come in all shapes and forms depending on where you live in the world, the most common examples appearing as white-tailed deer or Père David's deer. But the thing about Sawsbuck is compared to both, more often than not, both male and female Deerlings will evolve and gain a set of antlers that will shift with the season."

"It's curious because this fact makes every variant a bit more like specifically caribou in the way their antlers work, caribou have antlers regardless of if the deer is a doe or a buck typically. Rarely however female or intersex Deerlings upon evolution, will not grow antlers as Sawsbuck. Instead gaining a sort of 'mane' made up of leaves that blossoms from the top of their head and down to where their back starts."

"It acts the same way a normal Sawsbuck's antlers do, growing small pink blossoms in the spring, growing more prominent and in green leaves in the summer, turning into various colors of leaves in autumn. The case is honestly so rare though that researchers really don't know that much about it. It can be inherited but the odds of it making an appearance this way, are only slightly better than the random odds of it happening naturally. You might actually be more likely to catch a Sawsbuck being shiny than a Sawsbuck lacking its antlers."

"Hm... for fun I guess, send me a deer emoji if you want to hear Deerling and Sawsbuck ramblings."

"Though note I'm not really a professional, I'm a lab tech who grew up with a Deerling turned Sawsbuck with a medical condition. You can also ask me specific questions if you want, I'll do my best to answer them."

Blanc has mixed feelings about fossil pokemon revival. In isolated ways, in which trainers keep their fossil pokemon like a regular pokemon partner in some form, he has less of a complaint as long as the pokemon is cared for properly. But what concerns him is the idea of fossil pokemon being revived, and the revived pokemon's presence being a potential problem on any region's ecosystem.

He feels the system needs to be treated with care, which admittedly some researchers have not exactly inspired much confidence in that matter.

Blanc's own personal fossil that he received on his journey, was a Tirtouga fossil. It sits on display in the Nacrene City Museum, and he has no intention on changing that.

It'd been a bit since he actually looked at his collection of badges. The initial eight he'd collected on his journey through Unova as a teenager, and curiously, an extra Basic Badge and Legend Badge alongside the Toxic and Wave Badges. He'd been a recognized former Unova Champion when he'd claimed them, what was the point of having them?

Mostly just for fun.

Battling wasn't something that Blanc did all the time, he didn't live and breathe that sort of lifestyle like people say about the infamous Red. But he did enjoy it on occasion, and so did his team. His return to Unova had been in part, a fun run through familiar territory in this regard.

But it's been years since then, and either through age or just having sat in a trainer bag for too long; his badges are showing their wear and tear. He remembered spending downtime when he stopped to camp, polishing them when they were still sparkling new. With nothing to do in the moment, he decided to try and do so again carefully.

Though he didn't expect an audience for it, as he carefully removed the Trio Badge from its spot. Blinking in surprise as he looked in Svern's direction, before pausing with thought.

"...Yeah, I was." He replied softly, "honestly it surprised me one day to realize that I wasn't looking at you completely on level, that I had actually gotten taller at some point."

"...Knowing me, I probably hadn't fully noticed that happening for awhile either. Given the situation I doubt that's surprising though."

He turned back to his badge, moving cloth carefully over the aged metal to bring out the shine again. Though he pauses again as curiosity dawns on him.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it don'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutit

A phrase that echoes throughout his mind the second he's forced to grip his fire axe.

It's not real.

This isn't real.

But it sure feels that way, the way blood has been spilled onto his clothes and hands. His navy blue and white jacket is unsurprisingly particularly stained a deep red, and he pointedly avoids looking at his own hands for the time being. It all may not be real, but it was also more real than any movie prop, and staring down at his own hands is too much right now.

What else was he supposed to do, if the place that is his home turns on him? Moving would probably be the more logical solution, and if he was being honest... he can't say he didn't consider it.

But White Forest just doesn't feel like it's something he can simply run from, and for all his anxiety....he has developed strength for this task. Whenever something changes in the woods, whenever it gets hostile, whenever he sees a memory play that insists these fake humans have killed others and seek to do the same to Blanc; his survival instinct kicks in with a vengeance.

But while in the moment he finds himself void of thought, the aftermath is always a heavy walk back to his house. Overthinking his own capacity to do harm, about how he is getting used to this. About how glad he is that so far, no one's found out.

Though, nobody anticipates stray cats breaking into their homes, do they?

He walks as though he's in a daze when he first gets into his house again. It's honestly not much safer inside than it is outside, but he strangely does find some peace in it regardless as he breathes a heavy sigh into the low light coming in from the outside.

But his heightened awareness of his surroundings makes him suddenly alert again. He doesn't catch his gaze automatically, lifting his head slowly from its tired position to stare ahead as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

But when he spots him standing there he knows, he'd recognize him anywhere. Someone he hadn't wanted to ever have witnessing him like this, though also one of the only people he'd ever entertained the idea of telling the truth to.

"Svern!" He falls back against the door, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

"I..." He tries to run through his mind for what to say, but quickly comes up empty as he allows the fire axe to clatter to the floor. "This... isn't what it looks like."

Not that the truth is really all that much better.