What's will it's name be?

[perfectchosen]

[ A forgotten time left children home. A drop of sadness left the children gloom. The clock tower that stood tall but shattered the next day. The gears of clockwork that fell into the water near the orphanage. The frozen desires left behind to melt into a river of lost dreams. The rain that fell upon the one who tripped and landed on their pride.

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[nobetterthan]

[He was never good at dealing with the cold, even if it feels strangely nice. That was an interesting read though, Pansage hasn't done that lately. He'll pick up the book easily, slightly dragging it along until he lifts it further under his arm. Texts should be treated with respect.]

Hello? [He doesn't quite make out the Vulpix.]

[perfectchosen]

[ A quick yet yielded fright. It retreats to a safer abode in the brush nearby. A yelp as the white vulpix darts into the safely of the plants. Though the movement was clearly visible and seen. The leaves rattle back and forth, the newly hatched one is still not used to seeing others. The brush is close to the stranger, will he approach? ]

[nobetterthan]

[Definitely saw that. He begins sliding first, careful not to lift his foot, those usually end up pretty loud. Entering the brush cautiously. Truthfully, he's not prepared for a fight. Or expecting one rather. But in the case something happens, he figures he'll be able to handle being "caught off guard." The only issue lies in not dropping the book upon responding. Oh how he really does not want that to occur.]

[perfectchosen]

[ The brush shakes violently as the white vulpix pounces out, and heads over to a tree and hides behind the large bark. The music box nearby finally comes to a stop from it's continuously played melody. Though it hits a sour note before the tune ends, as if it's connected to something...but there are obviously no cords or wires extending out of the box whatsoever. The White Vulpix peaks from behind the tree noticing something about the stranger...it's a pokemon. It also has the book. So that must mean he's safe! Wait no, no, don't believe that right off of the bat. So the vulpix will watch you from a safe distance. ]

[nobetterthan]

[Yikes, what the hell was that?? Pansage falls back regardless of earlier's thoughts, book pressed against his chest. His eyes make out the Vuilpix this time around; that must be a "real" one. Such a strange color though, he feels like he saw it before. Like an image at least. He'll run through his memory bank while approaching a few steps.]

Hey!

[perfectchosen]

[ ... ]

[nobetterthan]

[Tentatively, he'll call out again.]

Hello?

[He'll assume for now the best.]

I don't bite!

[perfectchosen]

[ It pads out for him to see, and sits down, looking at him. ]