[Action/Open] If patrols were meant to be peaceful, they'd be called Peacetrols.

[iamthatis]

Who: Matthias and anyone who'd want to join him on a patrol! Or might happen to bump into him. Or is actually giving his patrol some purpose.
Where: Around Union
When: 1/17, Evening
What: Just another day in the life of a Sword.

[If there was one thing that Matthias had learned, it was never to curse a boring night on patrol. The only company he'd had for the past hour had been the constant, stiff chill of the wind that drew his cloak closer to him and the constant chattering of Basil as he hopped to and fro ahead of him. If there was nothing going on, it meant that at the moment, things were at peace; no vandals to corner, no miscreants to discipline, no Pokémon rampaging up from the Old City...a truly calm and enjoyable evening where he could delve a little deeper into the realm of his own thoughts.

He'd never thought it possible...but true as truth, he'd heard Martin's very own message over the Warp Band network! Of all things, his hero was back and alive!

It filled his heart with joy, as well as a renewed font of determination. Now instead of doing the memory of Martin justice in his actions, he had the chance to do justice by the man himself...no small feat in the mind of Matthias, but a challenge he refused to shy away from. A small, confident smile crossed his face as he gave his staff a small tap on the ground to get Basil's attention, gesturing for the Buneary to join him as he took a seat with his back to a wall; an invitation the Pokémon took with gusto as he bounced over to Matthias eagerly, watching the young man draw a metal thermos from underneath his cloak.

The smell was an instant hit of recognition; Methuselah had paid Matthias a visit today, and the second cup of Tomato Basil Soup he handed to his friend was all the confirmation the Buneary needed before digging in. Matthias himself sipped at his cup slowly, looking up at the moon and stars above through the steam rising from his food.]

I wish all evenings could be like this Basil...perhaps if we work hard enough, they can be.

[His mumbling caught the attention of Basil, prompting him to look up from his meal for only a second to give Matthias a happy look and a few fast nods...but he was quickly back to his food, making Matthias chuckle as he returned to his.

A lofty goal, maybe...but weren't those the best kind?]

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[iamthatis]

Matthias, it's a pleasure.

[He could guess more or less that this man was likely a shifter and that on principle made him feel much more at ease as he held out a hand to shake whichever hand Ichigo felt offering...if any at all.]

Well, as much as I'd like to say things will stay this quiet, I'm afraid the night's only begun. People haven't quite filtered out of the local taverns, so...we'll see what happens from there.

[bladeisme]

[It's not a human hand, but one of his hair 'hands' that slips into the shake - and despite it feeling like, well...hair, it's also remarkably solid.]

Nice to meet you, Matthias.

[Ichigo removed his 'hand', jerkily and mechanically shrugging his shoulders at what the other man said.]

I guess that's true. Normally I don't have many problems with them, but...it's a little easier to deal with people when your types are both ghost and steel.

[Nine resistances and three immunities was nothing to sneeze at, after all. Plus, that also gave Matthias a hint to what he was. And if the other's paying attention, it might a little apparent that Ichigo behaves a bit more like a pokemon than a human, even though he's been in the city for a few months now.]

[iamthatis]

I'd be hard pressed to disagree, but it always pays to have caution in hand with confidence. It's not impossible for someone to have an enchanted weapon after all.

[He looked rather uncomfortable at the thought that someone might use one for nefarious ends, but it had happened before and it would likely happen again.]

Mayhaps if you don't mind, we could finish this patrol in one another's company? The more eyes the better.

[bladeisme]

Well..yeah, you're right. There's always someone stronger than you are out there.

[Ichigo looks less disturbed - simply because he has no memory or experience of such things happening. No, he's more thoughtful than anything else.

At the request, Ichigo nods.]

Sure - I don't mind. You wanna finish your soup before we go, though?

[iamthatis]

[Oh...right, he still had a half full cup in his hands waiting to be eaten. Where were his manners even? He quickly pulled another cup from his cloak and filled it, holding it out to his compatriot.]

I apologize for not offering sooner, but here, please. If you'd like some that is. I'm able to eat and walk if it's all the same.