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  [I really should go about making that OC’s blog. He would be like an apprentice to Mikael]

Mikael flinched slightly at the sight of a Bug pokemon before he even saw the scars on it. Covering it up with a few more coughs, he narrowed his eyes a bit. "You can't stop some people from being ignorant and cruel by blindly throwing yourself in the middle of a battle." The person in front of him talked as if he weren't human himself.

Oh, great. Mikael guessed that this was the type of situation where he was supposed to hash out some sort of wise words that he didn't have. If  "Don't worry, you...um...will eventually? I didn't catch Haunter, either. Took a good few weeks before he would even let me near him, and it took even longer for him to let me throw a pokeball at him." Ah, those days were fun. He had a completely trusting Gastly following him around, yet it took at least a month for it to understand that it would be better if it would just let Mikael catch it in a Pokeball.

“Because it saves pokemon from being hurt” N told Mikael as he stood up, and walked over to the haunter, holding a hand out to the pokemon.

Ah. So he was some weird version of a treehugger. Mikael snorted a bit, unable to hide his amusement. "It isn't as if they ever truly get hurt in battles. Unless the trainer is either an idiot, or a cruel bastard." The man coughed a bit. Oh, right, cruel bastards. Like him. He had lost count of all of the people he had sent crying because their Pokemon had gotten a bit more bruised up than they were accustomed to. It wasn't like he had mortally wounded their Pokemon or anything.

Usually, such a bubbly attitude being geared towards Mikael would’ve overwhelmed him and made him walk away without a word, but he was in a good mood that day. Mikael had recently set his sights on trying to find a Sableye—as much travelling as it would take, seeing as the Pokemon was only found in Hoenn, it was worth it. Tilting his head and pausing for a moment, Mikael listened to the child ramble.

“Dark purple, huh? That sounds kinda like ghost- or dark-type pokemon. Maybe poison-type?” Joey tilted his head slightly. “And you’re going all the way to Hoenn? That’s pretty far away. What are you going there for?” Ohh, I really should stop asking so many questions.

  Stopping for a moment in surprise, Mikael raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the small boy. His height made it seem like he was practically looming over the other trainer. Taking a step back, he offered a paper-thin smile. “It’s quite fine.”

“Wow, sir, you sure are tall!” Joey had to take a step or two back to get a good look at the man. “What brings you out today? You look like a pokemon trainer. Are you doing some training? What’s your name? What kind of pokemon do you have? Favorite move? Favorite pokemon? F-Favorite color?!” A flow of questions spilled out of his mouth all of a sudden. 

Usually, such a bubbly attitude being geared towards Mikael would've overwhelmed him and made him walk away without a word, but he was in a good mood that day. Mikael had recently set his sights on trying to find a Sableye--as much travelling as it would take, seeing as the Pokemon was only found in Hoenn, it was worth it. Tilting his head and pausing for a moment, Mikael listened to the child ramble.

Was it really possible to be bored to death? The idea seemed reasonable on a day such as this. Everyone seemed to be either sleeping in or busy with some boring work. Quite honestly, the world felt rather lonely today, just like that little cloud floating around all by itself over there.

Stopping for a moment in surprise, Mikael raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the small boy. His height made it seem like he was practically looming over the other trainer. Taking a step back, he offered a paper-thin smile. "It's quite fine."

The Rage Within (Open Rp)

Oh, this was dangerous. Probably incredibly stupid. Although, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Mikael would be a fool to not try and take advantage of this, when he was so conveniently close to the event. Why not? Usually, Mikael didn't act on his impulses. This was definitely not a usual happening.

  “You don’t look okay.” It was almost comical. Mikael returned Banette to its pokeball, his Haunter drifting up behind him.