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[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg walked across the library, past the reading students and the sleeping pokemon that were out. Rinnie the swablu comfortably sat on his head, making it look like he was wearing a rather tuffy winter hat.  He then finally reached the bookshelf he was searching for. "Common tales and folklore." Oleg nodded to himself, grabbing a book titled "The tales of the trickster pokemon." He then headed for a empty table, sitting down as he opened the book, searching trough it to find anything mentioned about sableyes. Sure, he did have one before, but this was not his reason for reading on them, no. He simply had interest in the general legends about the pokemon.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie had been peacefully sitting in-between one of the many aisles of bookcases, chewing on some hard candy and playing with her game on mute. Mammon, her espeon; laid on her lap content with the world. It was next to her that chaos was running. Asmodeus, her sableye; had thrown up a fit back in her dorm room and absolutely refused to go back into his ball even when Mammon tried to shove the mischievous little thing back in. But he wouldn't have it. Jealousy, unfairness - it was probably something along those lines of why the sableye was so rowdy. After all Mammon was always out while the rest of her pokemon were kept to their capsules. Honestly, she couldn't blame him.

Like most ghost pokemon, Asmodeus was going through the shelves, popping out at random people for a good scare. Most ignored him, others didn't even notice him, (that earned books falling on their heads). In fact, his next target was a blond guy, a Bolt student from his appearance; with a swablu on his head. With his infamous toothy smile, the dark-ghost type climbed across the top of the case before shuffling on down. One little clawed hand went to poke at the swablu, grab at its beak and be the most annoying little nuisance ever.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Rinnie let out a faint squeak as it's beak got grabbed, making Oleg flinch a bit as the bird flew away from the sableye as Rinnie then begun to gather light onto it's beak, launching a small moonblast towards the sableye. Oleg blinked at Rinnie, rising up, letting the two 'mons continue their squabble, heading for where the sableye had seemingly came from. After going trough a few aisles, he noticed a purple... Or was that pink? Eh, whatever haired girl as he walked to her.

"Oi, do you know anyone here who happens to own a Sableye? The things at the moment having a small fight with my Swablu." He folded his arms, speaking in a silent tone. Thankfully enough Rinnie was silent in nature, so he hoped she would not cause too much chaos by taking a few pecks or small moonblasts at the mischievous sableye.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Asmodeus, giggling at his success to annoying the fly-type; got the Moonblast like a punch to the face. There was a pause, the guy left; and the brawl commenced. Asmodeus wasn't nearly so silent in his approach to the flying-normal type. He pounced up at the bird, using the bookcases as leverage; trying to swat at the bird. Thankfully he had enough sense to not use any of his techniques in the library but his hissing and creepy ass giggling was more than enough to make up for the ruckus a Zen Headbutt would have made.

On Kyrie's side, the scuffle could be heard and she dreaded to do any action about it. Maybe someone would think it was just some random wild pokemon who got it and when they tried to catch it... Ah, no that wouldn't work. Well if her idiot sableye was going to make that much ruckus there was going to be no doubt that they were going to look for his trainer. Albeit being her. People were going to come for her... with pitchforks...

"Oi-"

Kyrie visibly jumped, dropping her game on Mammon who jumped from her lap in protest. He asked a question, she ignored it. Turning to her faithful espeon and uttering one word, "Fetch." Handing him Asmodeus' ball, Mammon took and began hopping over to where the troublemaker was. "Sorry... 'bout him." She knew she was going to get a scolding, she hadn't even looked at the guy and she could already feel the glaring.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg blinked at the machine like speed the girl set outt o deal with the pokemon. He easened himself a bit, knowing now that the situation was already being taken care of. "Well... Glad it's being taken care of. And he was honestly not THAT much of trouble... I'm more afraid of what Rinnie will do to it. She can get a bit angry when pressed too much."

Meanwhile, Rinnie let out a silent screech at the sableye as it swatted at her. She circled the pokemon for a long while before noticing the espeon and the ball in it's mouth. She let out another screech, charging energy into her beak as she then shot another weak moonblast at the sableye, hoping to knock it down from the shelf.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie was caught between her obligation to good manners and her overwhelming shyness toward this stranger, when she would answer him. Holding her handheld to her face in a failure attempt to hide it, Kyrie got to her feet. It was clear relaxation time would be over, yup; she knew she was going to be harassed for this.

Or not. The other didn't seemed too worried about her prankster but rather his own swablu. Whatever that was. "Um, you don't need to worry. He's annoying but he's fast. Mammon will take care too." Kyrie offered quietly.

Over where the griping pokemon were, Asmodeus was having the time of his life. His face stung from the earlier Moonblast but now the creepy dark-ghost type was giggling and laughing. He was like a monkey at this rate, jumping from here to there, swatting and trying to tug at the angered swablu. He didn't even notice Mammon approaching. So when the swablu shot another little blast at him, Asmodeus countered with a Detect, flinging him right into Mammon and thus into his ball. Genius.

Satisfied with his relatively easy job, Mammon gave the swablu a quick nod as a greeting before returning to his trainer. A trainer, who greeted him with a hug, quick pat, and quickly shoving the prankster's ball into her pocket.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg smiled slightly as the ball, most probably containing the trickster, was returned to it's owner. That was dealt with a surprising amount of finese, if he could say so himself. He then slightly nodded his head to the girl, noticing she was rather uncomfortable. "Well, I'll be going then. Thanks for dealing with that." He then turned around, and walked back to where he was, returning to his reading as Rinnie slowly glided back down to perch onto his head, letting out a happy and satisfied coo, closing her eyes as she then begun to sleep. Oleg smiled once more to himself, returning to the reading experience, enjoying greatly.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie patted her velvety companion, taking deep breaths; getting ready to be...social. The very thought sent chills down her spine but her good manners got the better of her. Both her parents had taught her that if she wasn't at least going to be respectful, take responsibility in bothering others. They hammered that into her head. She was about to turn and talk to him when he announced his departure. What? Hey, hey, hey - that wasn't how it should be going. He should be demanding compensation for the trouble or at the very least start chatting like the teenaged chirper that most teenagers were. For once the girl felt at lost, even a little guilty. With an effort, Kyrie shoved her game into another pocket of her jacket before chasing after the other.

He was found easily enough, probably in the place where Asmodeus first disturbed him. With an effort, Kyrie approached him. "Hey, uh, is your swablu hurt at all? Mama said to make sure to take responsibility for problems. I have berries if she is." Kyrie fought to keep her voice from dwindling down into it's shy quietness. She even managed to look at the guy's face, who she noted; was definitely not from her dorm. She had probably even had classes with him (though she never really noticed anyone in them). "I... think I know you. I think. Kyrie Vyler." Her manners got the better of her, pointing to herself as she introduced herself.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg blinked as he raised his eyes from the book, noticing the girl from before had come to ask about Rinnie. He smirked slightly, nodding to her. "Yeah, she's fine." Oleg patted the small ball of fluff on his head as the bird let out a chirp, something like a yawn. He then examined the girl thoroughly. "Ah, yes, I think I've seen you before in some class. Oleg Kirrlov, pleased to meet you." Oleg bowed his head into a small nod, almost causing for the Swablu to fall off. He did not pay much attention to the girl's mannerisms. "Did you need something, or?"

[Kyrie Vyler]

Ah, so the blue cloud birdy was fine. That was good. Meant Kyrie could keep all her berries. Yes, that was very good. She looked up at the cloud bird, its wings reminded her of cotton candy, kind of like her own ice cream pokemon looked like, well, ice cream. Why did pokemon do that? Evolve to look like sweets? Did they want to be eaten?

Kyrie nodded in response to the other's, Olev as he named himself; confirmation. See? She wasn't a total nitwit, she had a memory of sorts. When he asked her if she needed something the girl quickly shook her head, "Just taking responsibility. I'm glad Asmodeus didn't cause injury." With that, Kyrie pushed Mammon to her shoulder. The espeon sat there like a bird, turning his head as the Mana girl nodded once before taking her leave. Yeah, she wasn't good at this sort of thing...

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"G'day, then." Oleg nodded his head to the leaving girl, returning to his book. She was nice enough, it seemed. A bit shy, maybe a bit of a klutz. Oleg was not the best judge of character, but it was still RATHER clear that she was not that focused. Or he just made her uncomfortable. Wouldn't be that strange, he was not exactly prince charming or some crap. He shrugged slightly, returning to the book he was reading, Rinnie still sleeping on his head. But he did have another pokemon out. Hoare, the nosepass, who had promptly been under the table, pointing north this whole time as he noticed the girl leaving. The nose pokemon suddenly begun to float after her, letting out a silent hum.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Mammon was the first to notice the nose pokemon, poking her nose with his forked tail to get her attention. Kyrie in turn looked to her pokemon then behind to see what was the fuss. There was a nose, no; a block with a nose, following her. Yes, a block with a nose was hovering after her. That wasn't creepy at all.

Nope, its because it wasn't creepy at all is why Kyrie picked up her pace to a fast walk past tables and into aisles. That was just her releasing some energy! That hovering nose thing that kept following her wasn't scaring her into a near bolting situation. Of course not. More out of his own greed of something else other than himself following his trainer, Mammon began to growl. Opening his mouth to let out a Swift, which was a very horrible thing to do in a very closed in space between aisles of books. An explosion erupted in the library, sending books from their places and causing the bookcases themselves to wobble before tumbling over this way and that. There were a few screams here and there, one of those being Kyrie's; as people fled from the chaos. It didn't help that Mammon started to throw books, shelves, and probably some people at the 'offender'.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg hummed to himself, being about half the library over from where all this chaos was happening. He just kept reading, enjoying all the folk legends and stories about this one certain pokemon. Some legends said that it was a miner who spent so much time in gem mines that he became a sableye, some said he was a cursed banker, some say it was a horrible demon. But all stories were in their own ways fitting and in other ways innaccurate.

Meanwhile, Hoare just kept following the girl, his nose pointing at her. Books bounced off his nose, shelves simply clonked on his forehead and then either shattered or dropped, and people were lucky enough to be thrown aside instead of at the rock. All this while the rock just hummed and continued following her.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Bookcases were falling, books were flying, people were becoming ragdolls, and still that giant rock with a nose was following her. Still! Now the girl was booking it, running into the wall, people who had yet to be tossed, outside pokemon, heck she was just running in circles and zigzags. Yet still it managed to keep up with her, humming that low tone and floating after her. Mammon was enraged, going as far as to pull out her sealed pokemon and releasing two. Belphegor, her zubat, and Beezlebub, her durant; both of which had no idea of what was happening.

Didn't stay that way for long, next thing anyone knew, Mammon was like a poke-mafia leader sending out his psychic messages that led to property getting sliced by Air Cutter and the rock being aimed at by a hungry durant's Crunch. There was probably someone trying to contain the mess but Kyrie was only focused on the stalker rock and fleeing for her life.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg yawned, closing the book as he then moved to return it to it's shelf. He then took out two of his pokeballs, gently tapping Rinnie on the forehead with the first once, returning her to her ball as he then placed the ball onto his belt. He then looked around, scratching his head. "Huh, where did Hoare go?"

Hoare let out the same old humming while stuck between the durant's huge claws. It continued this humming, but the durant could feel that the rock pokemon's skin was getting harder and harder, clearly using harden. The humming continued, an unnerving sound from the pits of hell...