Too enthralled in his play to notice to Olivie's presence for the time being, the sincerely musical dude didn't skip a beat.  Admittedly, the girl couldn't boast of a particularly developed musical sense, but this particular melody stirred whatever poetic inclinations she had.  Its remarkable flow and mellow resonance, at first take comfortable and pleasant, carried a slight undercurrent of melancholy.  Just from listening, Olivie could tell that this distinct brand of music must have a rich history.  Of course, as she thought about the song more and more, she came to realize that Gespenst had the right idea.  No matter how nice Tommy's trumpeteering sounded, niceness lay outside her calling; it was her imperative to be tough, grow strong, and win.  Lazing around in the precious hours of morning, motionlessly soaking in a guy's tunes, completely stymied this mission.  Still prickled by a touch of the jazz's wistfulness, Olivie gave a sigh and turned to her right to retrace her steps.

Of course, her Cacnea and Karrablast blocked the way, but beyond them stood an individual that she, seemingly as oblivious as the trumpet-player, had failed to take account of.  A look of surprise flitted across her features; she'd thought her little listen-in had been a clandestine affair.  To find out that she'd been not the observer, but merely a link in the chain of observees, kept her startled for a second or two before her feelings turned to anger.  She cast an irate glare at the spiky-haired blond, noting that his eyes, following in the footsteps of so many before him, were not where they should be.  In an instant, Olivie became informed of the entire scenario; she'd seen it played out before, the same old record spinning on the player.  Not that the gaze of some rando bothered her—she didn't care so much about that at all.  [i]Only sissy girls act demure,[/i] went her philosophy.  [i]It takes guts to be confident but not shameless or bitchy.[/i]  The problem at hand was that, like pretty much anyone, Olivie didn't care so much for being sneaked up on.  

Still wearing a mask of anger, she held up a hand with the index finger extended in the manner of someone chiding a ne'er-do-well or confronting a bully.  She opened her mouth to speak before realizing that she might disturb Tommy, so she made a point to take about a dozen steps forward to both put distance between herself and the trumpeter and to close it between herself and her admirer.  In only a few seconds she, without altering her pose at all, stood a couple feet away from the not-so-subtle onlooker.  [color=954535]”Hey!”[/color] she belted out at last.  [color=954535]”You with the mop on your head!  You cruisin' for a bruisin' or something?  Only idiots try and snoop around while someone's back's turned.  'Specially someone like me!”[/color]

She pounded her fists together and cracked her knuckles.  As it was the first time she'd done so this morning, a good round of crackles sounded out, and her party took them as signals.  Around her, her Pokemon adopted poses of varying degrees of ferocity.  Verrine's slitted orange pupils regarded Azerus calmly but dangerously, harboring an air of tranquil fury.  Gespenst, having already extended threatening spines from his clublike arms, swung them from side to side in an idly threatening manner.  Buck, meanwhile, attempted to screw his pudgy face into a grimace, but one could hardly tell by looking at the goofy-looking gopher that he had anything remotely close to malicious in mind.  After affirming that her companions were giving Azerus the full treatment, Olivie took note of the intruder's pokeball.  An idea took hold in the brunette's mind.  Knowing her new acquaintance's weakness, she crossed her arms tight beneath her chest to squish her bosom together before saying, [color=954535]”Alright, buddy!  If ya wanna watch so bad, how's about the two of us have our Pokemon throw down?  We need a little practice and you look like perfect fodder!  ...You're not gonna chicken out, are ya?”[/color]  She narrowed her eyes at Azerus.  All the while, Raven's presence completely escaped her notice.

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[b]Current Location:[/b] Pokemon Center Exterior, Feyhollow Town
[b]Interaction:[/b] 
[@Zarkun]'s Tommy Johnson (Trumpet-playing Easygoer Extraordinaire)
[@Dark Light]'s Azerus  Jr. (Rebellion's Turbulent, Reserved Tempest)
[@Eklispe]'s Raven Heartwood (The Suave, Livewire Looker and Showman)
[b]TP:[/b] 18 + 1  = 19
[b]CP:[/b] 19 + 1 = 20

[b]Pokemon[/b]
Buck the Bidoof – lvl 2 –  healthy
Gespenst the Cacnea – lvl 2 –  healthy
Verrine the Karrablast – lvl 2 – healthy
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