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Poor Pembrooke and his wily Wimpod. Elliott offered to assist his overworked friend find his Pokémon, though he was certain Roomba would find their way home eventually. There was a reason why they were called Wimpod and not bravepod after all. Unfortunately, Elliott supposed, this could also mean Roomba was hidden underneath a car or porch somewhere shivering in his tiny nubby britches and wasn't going to come out anytime soon. Or... or... he found a food cart somewhere and was completely destroying someone's livelihood. Oof, hopefully not the last one, Pembrooke would never allow himself to live that down.

The other unfortunate thing is it was raining, because of course when it rains, it pours. So here Elliott was, meandering around Main Street, trying to find a jittery troublemaker in every nook and cranny of one long, popular street. Pembrooke definitely owed him dinner and a puzzle for this.

"H-Hey! Get out of here!" Conroy shouted, blindly sweeping at the skittish Pokémon at his feet. Oh, if only he could pause to collect his bearings, but as long as the many-legged creature was in here he couldn't think! Sandman the Numel would lazily look on as her trainer swatted at the Wimpod with a broom, trying to chase the creature out of his food truck. "Sandman, can you give me- urk! - a little help here?" The man cried as he finally managed to find the doorknob and throw the door open amidst the chaos.

Reluctantly, the Numel rose to her feet, and with a stomp or two, she went charging after the fearful bug, right out of the food truck and between the legs of a poor passerby. "Sandman, come back!"

Elliott perked at the sound of a struggle, one part concerned, two parts pretty sure he knew what was going down. Or. At least he hoped. Elliott was down for sea-bug wrangling, but if he was suddenly being confronted with a robbery, well that was a little out of Elliott's jurisdiction.

The nearby food truck's door went busting open though, and the pest of a Pokémon he was seeking went zooming out and past him. Elliott was about to call for it, but a tired looking Numel was enough to had Elliott skittering aside in the event Sandman didn't stop in time. Two Noibat chattered away, one swooping after Roomba while the other pinker Noibat squeaked and twittered at the Numel in a polite greetings from atop Elliott's head.

"Oh dear, I hope everything is okay! Roomba is a good boy, sort of! Did they get into anything? I'll let their owner know and see about reimbursing you on your uh, loss of stock." A louder screech from behind Elliott alerted the mortician to his Noibat using supersonic on the Wimpod, leaving the startled thing running in circles frantically.

"Oh dear, oh dear..."

"I don't know, I haven't checked yet-" Conroy shook his head, frantically trying to visualize his truck and where the Pokémon had gone in all the chaos. Unbeknownst him, the inside of his truck was an absolute madhouse. Pots and pans littered the floor along with the spilled remains of what looked like several burgers. A bag of buns was torn open and clearly gotten into, and the fryers were beginning to smoke ever so slightly. "Ah- oh no, my fries!" The man whirled on his heels and quickly shut everything down so he could have a moment to breathe. This was no time to panic, they still had to catch... whatever that thing was.

Having triumphantly chased off the bug, Sandman would toddle back over, plopping down at the stranger's feet as if expecting pets for a job well done. It didn't seem as if she cared that this man was not her trainer, she still expected to be reimbursed for her efforts. It was too much effort... "Sandman, help me ou-AHHH" Having tripped over the pots he couldn't see, Conroy stumbled out of the truck and onto the ground outside. "S-Sir, did you catch your Roomba yet?"

"Frapp-- don't hurt him too much, just... keep him occupied!" Elliott motioned at the Noibat handling Roomba before placing his focus on Conroy who seemed to be having one hell of a time. Sorry Sandman, but someone potentially hurting themselves is more important than head pats. Kona was plucked from his head though and settled on the Numel. She fretted briefly, waving her wings to continue clinging to Elliott, before eventually settling to clinging to Sandman. Sandman was warm. The rainy weather was cold. Kona was pleased by this exchange and didn't argue further.

"Sorry, yes-- are you okay, let me help you here." Elliott settled his umbrella down to help lift Conroy, "This is quite the pickle you're in and-- oof." Elliott winced as he glanced inside the food truck, seeing the unfortunate situation it was in. Mmhg. Hopefully Pembrooke had the funds to handle that, this was awful.

"Ah, thank you," Conroy managed as he was pulled to his feet, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. Then he turned his attention back to his truck. "...does it look bad?" He asked after a pause, biting his lip. "I hope it's just messy, that's easier to fix. I just got this truck not too long ago too..." Sandman had stood up and waddled over by this point, shoving her face into her trainer's hands. "You did good, Sandman. Ah, sorry, what was that Pokémon you were chasing? It didn't sound too big, so I can't imagine he caused too much harm. And by the way you're talking about him, I'm guessing he's not a vacuum..."

"It..." Elliott looked between Conroy and the mess, and the way they spoke. Hm, that sounded a lot like someone was unable to see. There was a sigh, because Elliott wasn't about to lie to someone who would find out eventually, "Doesn't look too good, sorry. Uhm, but I know the owner of this little troublemaker, and I'm sure they would be happy to assist getting everything back in order. I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience."

Looking back, Elliott arched a brow at Frapp who was now perched on the exhausted Wimpod, wings crossed and looking awfully proud of himself.

"Just a little Wimpod with big aspirations to be a troublemaker. It looks like he's under control now though." Elliott plucked Kona up off of Sandman, letting her nestle back into the crook of his neck as he plucked up the umbrella after and held it over all of them.

Conroy sighed as well, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, that's alright. I was already planning to give this truck a good cleaning this week anyway. I'll just... move it up a few days." He looked back to the other man with a tired smile. "I should probably close up shop for the day I suppose, but thank you for catching that... Wimpod you said? That's a bug, isn't it?" How could a weak little bug cause so much damage, he had to wonder.

May be a weak little bug, but it has a tendency to get into big trouble.

"Big things come in small packages, as they say." Elliott stepped away briefly to pluck up the disoriented sea bug, making sure to hold it close and tight before it decided to make another jail break. The phone it had kept was plucked up as well and pocketed away to be returned alongside the Wimpod to their rightful owner. Frapp the Noibat fluttered up to latch to Elliott's back and climbed up to settle on Elliott's shoulder, the other side opposite of Kona to snuggle against Elliott's neck.

"I can help for a little bit if you need? If you have... a crate or something I can place over this guy. I don't have his ball on me and don't want him to go bolting again while I help you out."

"Uh..." Conroy paused to contemplate, glancing back and casually clicking his tongue. There was so much stuff on the floor... "If you don't mind? It sounds like a lot to clean up, and I won't know when I've gotten it all. I've got a few empty boxes we could probably stash this little guy in, or else we can put him... I guess in the sink for now?" The man shrugged before sticking his hand out. "I never introduced myself, did I? I'm Conroy Quint, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"It's the least I can do. I'm connected to the owner of this bad boy, so I feel partially responsible." He shifted a bit, jostling the dizzy sea bug and adjusting the umbrella over the both of them. When the hand came out, Elliott smiled sheepishly.

"My hands are a little busy, so forgive me for being unable to shake. But Elliott Witherow! Pleasure to meet you, Conroy, I just wish we could have met under different circumstances. I've two bags with me, Kona and Frappiccino." They squeaked and chittered greetings at their names being given before Elliott went on. "Do lead the way, hm? I don't want to intrude wrongfully on your ah... livelihood?"

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Poor Pembrooke and his wily Wimpod. Elliott offered to assist his overworked friend find his Pokémon, though he was certain Roomba would find their way home eventually. There was a reason why they were called Wimpod and not bravepod after all. Unfortunately, Elliott supposed, this could also mean Roomba was hidden underneath a car or porch somewhere shivering in his tiny nubby britches and wasn't going to come out anytime soon. Or... or... he found a food cart somewhere and was completely destroying someone's livelihood. Oof, hopefully not the last one, Pembrooke would never allow himself to live that down.

The other unfortunate thing is it was raining, because of course when it rains, it pours. So here Elliott was, meandering around Main Street, trying to find a jittery troublemaker in every nook and cranny of one long, popular street. Pembrooke definitely owed him dinner and a puzzle for this.

"H-Hey! Get out of here!" Conroy shouted, blindly sweeping at the skittish Pokémon at his feet. Oh, if only he could pause to collect his bearings, but as long as the many-legged creature was in here he couldn't think! Sandman the Numel would lazily look on as her trainer swatted at the Wimpod with a broom, trying to chase the creature out of his food truck. "Sandman, can you give me- urk! - a little help here?" The man cried as he finally managed to find the doorknob and throw the door open amidst the chaos.

Reluctantly, the Numel rose to her feet, and with a stomp or two, she went charging after the fearful bug, right out of the food truck and between the legs of a poor passerby. "Sandman, come back!"

Elliott perked at the sound of a struggle, one part concerned, two parts pretty sure he knew what was going down. Or. At least he hoped. Elliott was down for sea-bug wrangling, but if he was suddenly being confronted with a robbery, well that was a little out of Elliott's jurisdiction.

The nearby food truck's door went busting open though, and the pest of a Pokémon he was seeking went zooming out and past him. Elliott was about to call for it, but a tired looking Numel was enough to had Elliott skittering aside in the event Sandman didn't stop in time. Two Noibat chattered away, one swooping after Roomba while the other pinker Noibat squeaked and twittered at the Numel in a polite greetings from atop Elliott's head.

"Oh dear, I hope everything is okay! Roomba is a good boy, sort of! Did they get into anything? I'll let their owner know and see about reimbursing you on your uh, loss of stock." A louder screech from behind Elliott alerted the mortician to his Noibat using supersonic on the Wimpod, leaving the startled thing running in circles frantically.

"Oh dear, oh dear..."

"I don't know, I haven't checked yet-" Conroy shook his head, frantically trying to visualize his truck and where the Pokémon had gone in all the chaos. Unbeknownst him, the inside of his truck was an absolute madhouse. Pots and pans littered the floor along with the spilled remains of what looked like several burgers. A bag of buns was torn open and clearly gotten into, and the fryers were beginning to smoke ever so slightly. "Ah- oh no, my fries!" The man whirled on his heels and quickly shut everything down so he could have a moment to breathe. This was no time to panic, they still had to catch... whatever that thing was.

Having triumphantly chased off the bug, Sandman would toddle back over, plopping down at the stranger's feet as if expecting pets for a job well done. It didn't seem as if she cared that this man was not her trainer, she still expected to be reimbursed for her efforts. It was too much effort... "Sandman, help me ou-AHHH" Having tripped over the pots he couldn't see, Conroy stumbled out of the truck and onto the ground outside. "S-Sir, did you catch your Roomba yet?"

"Frapp-- don't hurt him too much, just... keep him occupied!" Elliott motioned at the Noibat handling Roomba before placing his focus on Conroy who seemed to be having one hell of a time. Sorry Sandman, but someone potentially hurting themselves is more important than head pats. Kona was plucked from his head though and settled on the Numel. She fretted briefly, waving her wings to continue clinging to Elliott, before eventually settling to clinging to Sandman. Sandman was warm. The rainy weather was cold. Kona was pleased by this exchange and didn't argue further.

"Sorry, yes-- are you okay, let me help you here." Elliott settled his umbrella down to help lift Conroy, "This is quite the pickle you're in and-- oof." Elliott winced as he glanced inside the food truck, seeing the unfortunate situation it was in. Mmhg. Hopefully Pembrooke had the funds to handle that, this was awful.

"Ah, thank you," Conroy managed as he was pulled to his feet, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. Then he turned his attention back to his truck. "...does it look bad?" He asked after a pause, biting his lip. "I hope it's just messy, that's easier to fix. I just got this truck not too long ago too..." Sandman had stood up and waddled over by this point, shoving her face into her trainer's hands. "You did good, Sandman. Ah, sorry, what was that Pokémon you were chasing? It didn't sound too big, so I can't imagine he caused too much harm. And by the way you're talking about him, I'm guessing he's not a vacuum..."

"It..." Elliott looked between Conroy and the mess, and the way they spoke. Hm, that sounded a lot like someone was unable to see. There was a sigh, because Elliott wasn't about to lie to someone who would find out eventually, "Doesn't look too good, sorry. Uhm, but I know the owner of this little troublemaker, and I'm sure they would be happy to assist getting everything back in order. I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience."

Looking back, Elliott arched a brow at Frapp who was now perched on the exhausted Wimpod, wings crossed and looking awfully proud of himself.

"Just a little Wimpod with big aspirations to be a troublemaker. It looks like he's under control now though." Elliott plucked Kona up off of Sandman, letting her nestle back into the crook of his neck as he plucked up the umbrella after and held it over all of them.

Conroy sighed as well, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, that's alright. I was already planning to give this truck a good cleaning this week anyway. I'll just... move it up a few days." He looked back to the other man with a tired smile. "I should probably close up shop for the day I suppose, but thank you for catching that... Wimpod you said? That's a bug, isn't it?" How could a weak little bug cause so much damage, he had to wonder.

May be a weak little bug, but it has a tendency to get into big trouble.

"Big things come in small packages, as they say." Elliott stepped away briefly to pluck up the disoriented sea bug, making sure to hold it close and tight before it decided to make another jail break. The phone it had kept was plucked up as well and pocketed away to be returned alongside the Wimpod to their rightful owner. Frapp the Noibat fluttered up to latch to Elliott's back and climbed up to settle on Elliott's shoulder, the other side opposite of Kona to snuggle against Elliott's neck.

"I can help for a little bit if you need? If you have... a crate or something I can place over this guy. I don't have his ball on me and don't want him to go bolting again while I help you out."

"Uh..." Conroy paused to contemplate, glancing back and casually clicking his tongue. There was so much stuff on the floor... "If you don't mind? It sounds like a lot to clean up, and I won't know when I've gotten it all. I've got a few empty boxes we could probably stash this little guy in, or else we can put him... I guess in the sink for now?" The man shrugged before sticking his hand out. "I never introduced myself, did I? I'm Conroy Quint, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"It's the least I can do. I'm connected to the owner of this bad boy, so I feel partially responsible." He shifted a bit, jostling the dizzy sea bug and adjusting the umbrella over the both of them. When the hand came out, Elliott smiled sheepishly.

"My hands are a little busy, so forgive me for being unable to shake. But Elliott Witherow! Pleasure to meet you, Conroy, I just wish we could have met under different circumstances. I've two bags with me, Kona and Frappiccino." They squeaked and chittered greetings at their names being given before Elliott went on. "Do lead the way, hm? I don't want to intrude wrongfully on your ah... livelihood?"