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[Tyler makes no motion in the remote area of 'has heard Solus'. He's just staying with his back to the man, one hand on Ox while the Aerodactyl takes long draughts from the lake - Ox, on the other hand, is watching Solus out of the corner of his eye, thick tail swishing gently on the hard dirt.

Tyler isn't shaking or stiff himself anymore, but he's curling his free hand in and out of a tight fist at his side.]

[Solus lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, wondering if Isis isn't translating him. It's...likely, considering that whole thing. No reaction, beyond the clenching and unclenching of his fist. His golden eyes look over him, then they turn to Ox.

With a sigh, he unfolds his arms, shrugging.]

Ooh, very well, be that way.

[Walking closer to the lake, he peers down at himself in its waters, scowling at the absolute mess he looks. Shaking his head, he sets to fixing his hair as best he can. If Tyler wishes to ignore him, so be it, he will take this time to himself and figure out some sort of strategy here.]

[Ox shifts slightly, changing his footing so one of his giant wings stands a bit more between Tyler and Solus, before he keeps drinking. He's a big boy.

Tyler does start, just a little, when the man enters his line of sight - he genuinely hadn't known he was approaching - but doesn't acknowledge him in any other way, instead taking his phone out.

A minute later, Solus gets a text.]

Touch me again and I'm leaving you here.

[The buzz of his gear gets his attention, and he fishes it out of his bag, glancing at the text, then to Tyler.]

...Oh for the love of—

[More said under his breath than to anyone, not that it matters with Tyler's translator taking a break. Rolling his eyes, he texts back.]

That'll be hardly necessary, for I've no intention to. But truly, there are better ways in telling a man you need space than for your bird to pull the mummery it did.

[He is absolutely not about to tell the fucker that he made Tyler shut down.]

Isis acts in my best interests. She made that decision on her own and I'm not about to denounce it.

Would it have truly been in your best interest if that stunt ended in her possible demise? Mayhap you should better teach her the true parameters of your best interests.

[He doesn't have to say much, he's catching on to some degree. The man is clearly shaken.]

[fuck you solus you don't know shit]

She could hardly have known you'd fucking grab her. She's never encountered anyone who's been so blatantly disrespectful to my personal space.

What was a man to do in such a moment? You will have to forgive me, for I had little reason to believe you would save me, and I merely reacted. As for the matter of your personal space, need I remind you that I was nary touching you at all when she decided to make an attempt on my life.

Though, I confess the possible resulting impact and whether or not I would die had been a momentary point of interest, but glad am I you chose to spare me the answer to such a query.

[Yes, because that's the normal thing people do when they're faced with possibly dying.]

[Tyler stiffens at the call out, but his text remains civil enough.]

I did warn you previously that I don't trust you for personal reasons. Isis couldn't know that you weren't going to try anything more.

[Taking a moment, he slowly lowers himself to take a seat by the water, no longer wanting to put weight on his leg if he can help it. He's used to pain, but that does not mean he necessarily wants to endure it needlessly.]

Indeed you had, and whilst I can not fault her for wishing to protect her master, I would advise you to curb her behavior. If for naught else than her own safety, and quite possibly yours. Such impulsive behavior will be ruinous for the both of you, let alone any she arbitrarily assigns as a threat.

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I'll keep that in mind.

[By which he mostly means: fuck you Solus. Because he's very pointedly putting his phone back in his pocket and sitting down next to the water. Ox is finally pulling his head out, and backs up so he can lie down and take a proper break too. His head is massive, as long as Tyler's legs and tall enough that he can see Solus over them and continue watching him.]

[Watching as Tyler puts his device away, he sighs once more with a shake of his head. He was the one who could have died, yet Tyler is the one acting the victim. Typical mortals, only thinking about how they are effected in any given situation. Unable and unwilling to see the broader picture, and should such bite Tyler in the ass later, Solus will smugly bask in it.

Putting his own device away, he then chooses to dig out a Poké Ball of his own: his Yamask's. He has no designs for it to possess anyone, nor for it to even battle. But he supposes if he's to be ignored by Tyler and his pettiness, then he might as well make his own company. Releasing it, the Yamask clings to its mask as it surveys the surrounding, looking first to Solus, but then noticing Tyler and Ox. The small ghost letting out a wary whine of its name, before floating towards Solus, as if seeking some measure of reassurance or comfort.

With a gloved hand, he beckons to the Yamask, not looking particularly affectionate about it, but the Yamask doesn't seem to care. It looks delighted at all to be acknowledged, resting its little ghost body on Solus' shoulder, its mask hanging by its tail down the other.]

What ever am I to do with this boy, hm? [He says it quietly to his Pokémon, even though he knows there's little point in whispering, considering...but then again, who knows if that Natu is listening.]

[Tyler is under the impression that Solus cares far more about being slighted by Isis than he does about the whole 'being dropped into thin air at a thousand feet up'. Certainly it's the point he keeps coming back to. Plus, since they both know that such a death would have no lasting effects, while Tyler just got forced to relive his trauma somewhat, Tyler does indeed feel like more of the victim here.

Fuck you Solus.

The flash of a Pokeball gets his attention, and he eyes off the Yamask, briefly but intensely wary, until he looks away and decides to be much more steadfast in ignoring him.

An hour passes eventually, and Ox gets back to his feet with a long stretch, flexing his wings as wide as he can and shaking off like a dog, sending the tip of his tail whipping about dangerously, before he kneels down again, and Tyler climbs up and pulls his phone out.]

Hurry up and get on.

[Granted, he does not know the details of Tyler's trauma, so he's not fully aware of what he put Tyler through there. To him, he was being far more an annoyance and latent threat, than forcing an unsavory memory. If he did know, well...there's no telling if he'd allow himself to care. He might, for a fleeting moment, before pressing such empathy to the wayside.

It's easier that way, to not get attached, to not care for the misery you cause. Because then you're less likely to get hurt yourself.

With the hour come and gone, Solus had spent the time lost in his own thoughts, reviewing their interactions, replaying them in his head, and with his photographic memory, it's pretty much like experiencing it in real time. Settling on a different approach by the time Ox has had his fill of rest.

Getting the text to confirm he's not being left behind, he chooses not to respond via text, but rather bows graciously to Tyler. Though, he admittedly struggles to climb onto Ox, understandable with the strain to his leg, but he does indeed saddle up. His Yamask still clinging to his shoulders, watching everything with wide, curious eyes. And, to Solus' credit, he holds onto the horn he should, makes no effort to crowd Tyler's space, nor provoke him.]

Edited 2020-05-14 06:30 (UTC)

[He's not sure that he likes Solus having his Yamask out, knowing what he does about what Solus himself knows, but given everything else so far he's not going to push the situation further by asking him to put it back. It's another few hours of travel yet; easier to just make it as painless as possible.

He pats his chest, getting a gentle peep and a comforting psychic nudge out of Isis, before he pats Ox and gets them all thrust back into the sky at the same rocketing speed as before.]

[A simple precaution, truly, but he has no ill intent behind such a decision. Should he need to have his Yamask possess Tyler, he'll certainly do it, but until such a moment the little guy is merely there to enjoy the ride.

Even with the rocketing speed, Solus remains a comfortable distance from Tyler, never encroaching nor pushing any such boundaries. Seemingly respecting what he was so keen to not earlier. Not even attempting to push conversation, either, considering he's certain it wouldn't be welcome, on top of the fact that Isis likely would be petty for the foreseeable future.

Should Tyler choose not to speak up, or address him, he will likewise remain silent as the grave.]

[Not once does Tyler try and make conversation with Solus, not even turning around to look at him. Likewise, Isis does not pop up from her nest inside his jacket to do checks. She's staying safe.

The silhouette of the Bell Tower appears in the distance after they gain some height, but it's still another three hours before they finally reach the outskirts of the city of Ecruteak itself. (He's pretty sure he can see Lydia's house from up here.)

However, it's the Pokemon Center he sets down in front of, rather than his fuck-buddy's house. Better to get Solus the warp, so they never have to do this again.

He jumps off first, as soon as Ox lands, and gives the Aerodactyl some well-deserved snout pats.]

[Surprising as it may be, when necessary, Solus can indeed stay quiet and behaved. Only when there's something to gain, but it's still a testament to his willingness to do so. The flight is long and boring, and sitting straddled like that for so long does nothing for his stupid leg--thus he's further reminded of the frailty of humans.

Once they finally make their destination, Ox landing and Tyler disembarked, Solus follows suit. Wincing despite himself as he lands on his feet. Looking at Tyler briefly, before he stiffly walks into the center to register himself at the warp. It doesn't take long, but he assumes that Tyler may very well have left him upon his return, but perhaps not since their true destination is with Lydia.]

Edited (wording) 2020-05-14 07:50 (UTC)

[Normally that would probably be the case, if there wasn't someone that... looks a hell of a lot like Lydia, but male, waiting inside the Pokemon Center proper. Though he's ignoring Solus as he walks past, to get outside to Tyler.

Which just nets him a brief momentary nod and motion towards the building in question. No words being exchanged, but that could just be because there's no reason to try and do so.

In reality, that's a zoroark and he hasn't really gotten the talking thing down yet.]

[Tyler's not unfamiliar with the idea that Lydia has a brother, at least in passing, and he sure as shit knows about Edward the Zoroark; but it's still a mild surprise to see him dressed up so attractively and greeting him.

It gets the most genuine smile Tyler's had all day, and he withdraws Ox into his Pokeball, and releases Jester instead - a lumbering Dusknoir, whose single eye turns to watch Solus, once the man returns, before both he and Tyler follow Edward.]

[The likeness to Lydia is striking, but he doesn't say anything as he sees Tyler and this Lydia-like man exchange no words at all, yet seem to head off together. Tyler's Dusknoir is rather impressive to behold in person, versus the mere photo he had seen of it before, but he withholds any commentary of such. Instead, merely follows the trio, his Yamask watching them as his trainer does.

Silent, observant, and though Solus is far from wary, Yamask certainly is. Ironic as it is, he's a little antsy to get to Lydia, if only so this insufferable silence and boredom will cease, but to keep the peace at the moment, he must needs endure. Once they get there, he'll make amends with her, hopefully Tyler will get over himself, and all will be well! If not, then one cannot say he didn't try. Mortals always were so petty, but hopefully Lydia wasn't much the same.]

[There's no real reason to be wary, Edward is very much the most chill of Lydia's Pokemon. He only really does this for funsies. Or when Lydia requests for him to as it's much easier to get someone to follow a handsome man than a zoroark, after all.

Luckily it doesn't take him too long to lead them towards a rather normal looking building, no signage on it just yet. For a good and particular reason. It's also rather pointedly not next to other entertainment venues, for other good reason.

Edward remains silent as he goes to fetch the door and usher them both inside, polite as he can be.

As for the inside it's particularly nicely done. With black, gold, and reds and with a lot larger of a stage than the picture really has. There's no one in here right now other than a gardevoir and a breloom milling about.

Except for the stage where two poles have been set up and someone is very much practicing some nonsense. In reality, it's Lydia, and she's easily noting their entrance and very pointedly making some lovely eye contact with Tyler through... certain... aspects of this mess.

But once it's done she's just stretching and seeming to pop something before moving to the edge of the stage and perching on it.]

I expected one of you, but not both. Edward, darling, if you would? [She's motioning off to the side and that handsome man is reverting back to... oh, well, that is a zoroark and he's slinking off towards that gardevoir.]

[Oh man, she really has done the place up wonderfully so far, Tyler is genuinely impressed. He almost doesn't see her on the pole until movement catches his eye, and.

Oh. Well then. Someone is rather hot under the collar now; he even starts unbuttoning his jacket in idle thought, nearly causing Isis to fall out and she quickly teleports to sit on his shoulder.

That gets him to catch himself. So even if he's still a little bit more generously red than he was a few minutes prior, his hands are at their usual brusque speed when he signs at Lydia.]

Don't ask. He's a fucking nightmare to travel with.

[Solus, unfortunately, gets none of that.]

[Consider Solus charmed.

Not only does the place have a lovely set up, but so too is the color choice one he finds most favorable. Not that anyone could tell, what with him dressing himself in similar hues! Catching sight of Lydia and her little...routine, he can't help but smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest and admires.

When she stops and addresses them both, Solus shrugs a bit casually, though he does watch Tyler as he signs...catching some of that. He's been memorizing his movements and the translations there of. His eyes narrowing slightly, getting the general impression of the statement, but quickly turning his attention back to Lydia. The Zoroark does not go unnoticed, either, and thus he makes note to most certainly obtain one for himself in the future.

Such control over glamours would be most helpful indeed.]

Yes, well Tyler here has ever been gracious in providing me transport to this fine city, though such purpose is not entirely unrelated to you, and thus here I stand.

[His Yamask, quiet and still on his shoulders, looks to her, then to Solus, trying to discern the nature of this whole thing, but he's quite obviously lost. Solus seems fit to ignore the confused Yamask, and instead brings a hand to his chest, and bows to Lydia.]

'Twas brought to mine attention that you have a false impression from our exchange some days past, and I felt it prudent to correct such folly. Little would I want ill impressions to linger unabated.

[Rising from his bow, he keeps his eyes on her, that smile never fading.]

Tyler has delivered me to achieve just that. As such, I would hope that you might lend me your ear as I rectify such misgivings?

I can imagine that would be the case, darling. Which makes why you brought him here all the more pressing of a question. [Not that she has to wonder for long, what with... Solus' everything.

She's raising a brow slowly as she watches his entire little display, shifting her position to cross her legs and seem all the more closed off by her carriage alone. She knows better than to take someone at their word, she's done the same sort of shit, after all. Which is why she can't help a soft bit of a snort.]

I'll let you speak, but I am not an easy person to win back after insulting me in a way you have managed.

[Though Solus might want to be careful as that's just a loud female voice, very much not Lydia's, screaming BITCH inside his head. And a kadabra slowly moving over towards the group and plopping herself down in a chair.

Oh.]

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