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          “  ALL ABOARD!  ”  cue the dozens of joltiks skittering out from their various little hiding places and climbing up his coat, clinging on the fabric tight with little sparks of their static electricity.   “  the party’s already started, friend!  ”

          “  more .. ghost spiders .. yes .. please ..  ”

“Oh, am I? I guess I have to be as the face of the Diamond clan, don’t I?” Adaman can’t help a grin, a little abashed at Allius’ choice of words. Sparkling! What better way to describe such an association with the Almighty Sinnoh.

“T’be fair, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to eat them...” Barry reasons defensively, still somewhat stuck in his supine position on the grass. “Y’know how it goes: young Oran sees a Berry, young Oran eats a Berry...especially if he doesn’t know what kind of Berry it is! Pops nicknamed me Oran for a reason, so it’s my duty to live up to that reputation! I gotta taste every fruit in Hisui, no compromises!”

Despite everything, he grins up at Allius. This could be perfect timing...

“Big A, I am glad you’re here,” the downed merchant declares through the numbness. “Need you to do something for me...a honorable favor between guildsmen...” (That sounded so cool--he files the line away for later.)

Barry offers Allius a solemn nod and turns his head stiffly to the side, eyeing the Village’s quiet Gingko encampment.

“...Need you to swipe Ginter’s coffee mug without him noticing--can I count on you, big fella?” he proposes innocently, hazel eyes twinkling with hope. “I mean, the stuff inside’s probably gross, but a sip of coffee’s gotta get me back on my feet, right? You’re my last hope...”

Barry’s made an important decision: the only cure for his Hopo malaise is the forbidden fruit.

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     She should be used to it by now-- the sudden burst of noise from merchants of the Ginkgo Guild, aided by silent footsteps, when red eyes flit between items; when her expression grows a little too thoughtful or troubled. Posture straightens, hands hiding beneath a white cloak draped cover crossed arms momentarily balling into fists, if only to hide any shock his presence might have shaken into the medium. Strange-- Sarana has not need this individual before. Could be he new? Or perhaps, no-- it is far likelier that they have simply never been in the same place at the same time.

          “No, it’s quite all right,”

     She insists, although little is done to alter the expression on pale features. Well, at least help appears to be here now, the blonde tells herself. If anyone would know the whereabouts of an item, or if it happens to be in stock, someone like this stranger would know best. And so, the woman turns to face him in a proper manner, folded arms moving closer to her form, eyes travelling up until they meet his features.      This stranger is quite tall-- even for someone of a towering stature like Sarana.

          “A traveller would be one way to describe it, yes. I am looking for a reaper cloth.”

     Not for herself, of course-- for a ghost-type the woman had encountered on her way to the village. What a poor soul it had been, searching for one to no avail. 

Simple introduction starters

"I am well aware--" he said, an excitable expression still on his face as his eyes remained trained on a gathering of golbats in the distance. "Although the idea of my approach is to not be seen.. it could certainly become quite the predicament should anything go awry. As a man of science, I have already accepted that my job comes with a wide array of danger. But even so, there's nothing more thrilling than learning something I didn't know before!"