[The video opens on the view a pair of wiggling Munchlax feet as the pokémon sits on its seat, the feet of a Scyhter apparent in the background before the camera is turned, for a second the large mouth of the teal pokémon before focusing on the owner of the owner of the 'Gear, who for a moment appears to be a lump of
black coat and white fabric
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[Full of Christmas cheer, and thus not suspecting a thing, she heads towards the center, humming christmas carols.]
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He spots her (hopefully before she spotted him), his face for the moment unreadable as he moved forward. He tried to push a smile forward, but it just wasn't coming, something he was presuming was for a myriad of reasons.]
Good evening.
[He's hoping that, due to the public place, his pokémon nowhere in sight and the fact that he's not even wearing the uniform today will give some indication that a fight was not what he was after- his ribs were still tender afterall.]
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Her smile quickly vanished, and she was quickly panicked. Was this a trap? Was he after more of her Pokemon? Or some sort of revenge? Her face paled, and she began to fumble, grabbing the remaining Pokeball off of her belt. However, she did not summon it to battle - instead, she clutched it tightly to her chest, trying to protect it from being stolen as well. Somehow, it never occurs to her that she could run.]
I... Ivan...?
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[He's hardly surprised by the reaction and, admittedly, he can barely restrain the spike of almost giddy glee at getting that obvious of a reaction... But that wasn't why he was here, so he swallowed down the rather sick satisfaction and took a step forward.]
If wanted your creature would have taken by now, so stop simpering- is far from useful.
[He moves a little, unbuttoning his coat a bit so he can move his hand to the inside pocket, the Russian searching for something.]
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