[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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[warriormouse]

[Martin hates nights, now.

First there was his...accident, which occurred on a night patrol. Now he's got problems sleeping, nightmares and that sense of leaving his body if he's having a more or less peaceful sleep. Boar, Tiria, and Aubretia have all confirmed that he does in fact wander at night when everyone else is asleep, and it sort of freaks him out.

Oh well.

He's out much later than he intended to be, mostly because he had made the mistake of wandering past a bookshop with Tiria in tow. He'd never heard of a Pokémon reading and writing like his Frosslass and he kind of wishes she wasn't so voracious about it. His wallet couldn't handle that! At least Sunflash was willing to carry their bags for him (Boar tried but, well, his ribbon couldn't really carry that sort of weight.

Tiria got a lot of books, journals, and colored pens).

The four walk past the wall Matthias is leaning against and Martin nods in recognition of a fellow (sort of) Sword]

Good evening.

Action.

[miraclemiko]

[ Even after being taken in by the theater, Sanae didn't feel quite right about taking advantage of their overwhelming hospitality. They gave her a room, and it was the least that she could do to do chores around the theater house--for free, of course. Even still, that left her in a bit of a pickle. She made enough from her job at the habitat to feed her pokemon, but as far as keeping herself well taken care of...

Well.

Just coming off work, she walked alongside a young Teddiursa, looking a bit dirty and more than a bit tired. Kuma smelled it first, the Teddiursa well-versed in delicious smells; he was something of a self-proclaimed connoisseur of good eats. His nose following the hearty scent of something, he charged ahead. ]

H-hey, Kuma wait a second!

[ It didn't take the bear pokemon long to find it, seeing the two near the wall, sharing a meal. That heavenly smell--he had to have it. Jogging after him, the green-haired girl reached Matthias and Basil just as the young cub was about to start begging, reaching down and scooping him up before looking up again with an embarrassed smile.]

Sorry, I hope he didn't bother you two. Kuma, that's rude, you should apologize!

That was when she smelled it. Sanae swallowed a bit, trying to play it cool. Her stomach wouldn't let her off the hook, however, roaring with the fury of a thousand missed suppers. ]

[aerial_ace]

[ Some old habits never completely died. Even after being away from the Swords for so long, there were evenings where Cordelia found herself making rounds, the brisk air a welcome respite from office work with the Rangers. It helped her collect her thoughts and recap the day, and with recent developments, having the ability to relax was always welcome.

Passing by the two, she recognized the uniform immediately--after all, she had worn something very similar herself. Even in the sparse light, she could tell that he was young. Did they make the rookies do patrols now? A very small smile curling her lips, she gave both human and pokemon a brief nod before flicking a bit of hair from over her shoulder and adjusting the spear on her back. ]

[rainsrespite]

[Despite the cold and the dark hour, there's almost always someone out and about in Union. Tonight's no exception to that, and after running her short class at Yashio's dojo, Yuuna finds herself with nothing to do. No Ranger duties, nor any need for her at the Medical Center. A perfectly un-extraordinary night made stranger by the fact that she was free from responsibilities.

So throwing on her winter training gear, a hooded white jacket over her martial arts gi, she sets off towards the University. Jogging has always helped clear her head, and she had a bit of research in mind, so that seemed the right way to go.

And a bit of exercise was probably not terribly amiss either. Ichijou squawked in agreement as the pair started off, her short but powerful Hawlucha legs having no trouble keeping up. She's no storied hero, but she's done her part to help, and her name's at least hit the newspapers as the woman who photographed the fiery god outside Citadel. The Ranger's patch on her arm is pretty much the only identifying mark, as she generally prefers.

As she pauses after a run up a flight of icy steps, Matthias will perhaps find himself faced with a strange sight. A young woman with a sword case and a wooden tube strapped to her back, followed by a red and green hawk that seems to be running rather than bothering with with it's wings.

When she feels eyes on her, Yuuna turns to spot a young man in a Swords uniform and tosses him a smart salute so that he could get a glimpse of the Ranger's patch. Followed by a bit of a cheeky smile.]

No trouble tonight, is there, officer?

[bladeisme]

I'm sure they will be.

[The voice coming out of the dark might be a little frightening to some, but Ichigo isn't thinking of it like that. He's also on patrol tonight - after all, he didn't feel the cold very much. He was an Aegislash, even if he were in human form. Being both ghost and steel, ice barely fazed him no matter what he wore - so he was a perfect candidate for being out in the winter weather for long hours.

At any rate, he gives a little smile as he steps out of the shadows - mechanically, his legs jerking a bit as if they weren't quite meant to be used like this - nodding at Matthias and his pokemon. Yukiko, Ichigo's Froslass, floats over to the Buneary and tilts her head at the soup in the cup.]

Quiet tonight, isn't it?