Ara's Day Care, open!

[usedsyncronoise]

[Or well, it's been open for some time, just that I've never gotten around to posting about it. But yes, any visitors on the first floor might notice a new entrance in the lobby. It's arch-shaped and larger than normal, and it's closed off with a wicker gate that's only about waist high. There's a bell hung in the archway that can be rung with a

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[bloodoncespilt]

[Anyone who got an egg from him?

Because there's a kid that's coming around the side of an arch to stare at Stardust - just to be sure he is sleeping - before peeking into the room itself.

And yet he's not jumping in to cause trouble. The wonders.]

ahahaha and here I was thinking his isis would show up in his place or something

[usedsyncronoise]

[Okay, maybe not him :V.

Still, that egg he has is probably close to hatching, and Ara doesn't want to tear the Pokemon away now that it's likely gotten used to Alarm.

He wants to believe that this kid's just some kind of impudent brat, but the strange behavior of his Pokemon around him during their last meeting suggest otherwise. He'll treat him with a reserved attitude should Alarm come near.]

Pfff- arranging that would require organization. x3

[bloodoncespilt]

[Indeed it should be hatching, indeed, Ara.

...one can assume.

Though the kid's not carrying anything but that staff on him as he looks over the different pokemon with a growing frown, like he's looking for something but can't spot it. Or doesn't know what he's looking for.

SO eventually he stops the would-be lurking to just call right across the room.]

Hey!

Organization? What's that? :D

[usedsyncronoise]

[The playing baby Pokemon suddenly skitter and yelp, startled by his voice. Stardust wakes up and starts to growl. And Ara...he simply narrows his eyes as he looks up from his mopping. It's that kid. Or is it? It could be another one, but he's holding that rod...]

Ah?

It's what we hope Ara is using for the new home of his precious charges. :3

[bloodoncespilt]

[Oh silly suspicion, he's not even moving from his spot.]

Did you hatch all of these?

[...yes, that certainly helps the identity mystery. =/]

i c whut u did thar

[usedsyncronoise]

...Ah.

[Yes, it certainly does.]

And...how is your egg? [:|]

C? Wat c? i c no c.

[bloodoncespilt]

[-keh.]

The egg's cracked.

I'm looking for what came out.

[...shame? What's that?]

o, u.

[usedsyncronoise]

[...He's not sure how to interpret that.]

Did you get a glimpse of what it looked like? [If it would have run away from him, though, what did he do to it...?]

cx

[bloodoncespilt]

How would I when the lights were all out?

[And he totally blames the misplaced pokemon on that.

The fact he was screaming and cackling at shadows by the end definitely didn't affect anything.]

Re: cx

[usedsyncronoise]

Ah, I see. [He's heard his own share of voices during that event. He wouldn't blame the child on losing himself or what he was holding if that was the case. Notice how he doesn't pry further on hearing that.]

Now how to find it...

Re: cx

[bloodoncespilt]

[What, like how he noticed Ara isn't holding him accountable for theft?

So far that's just getting him a "weird" label in his book. What grown up doesn't nag or lecture or punish??]

That's why I'm here. You're the expert aren't you?

[usedsyncronoise]

Hm, well, different Pokemon have different habits, so unless we can get a better idea of what it might be, it'll be difficult to pinpoint a place.

[He's more focused on finding the Pokemon itself rather than worrying about accountability. At the moment. He'd probably lecture later once he's assured of the Pokemon's safety.

As it is, he's going over to the bookshelf behind his front desk, running a finger along the spines of the many books on it.]

The egg you had. What did it look like?

[bloodoncespilt]

[...yeah, and Alarm's not paying much focus to any of that talk.

All he got out of it was "Nope, but I'll try to search for you." Good enough.

But he might zone back in and take his smirk off a couple baby pokemon fighting over a ball to stare his way.]

-yellow, with red lines on it. Like knives.

[...most people would call that waves or zig-zags, kid.]

ooh what Pokemon is this

[usedsyncronoise]

Hmm, yellow and red...could be an electric or possibly a fire type, but... [And paging through one of the books.] Anything else you remember about it? Like the texture? Or temperature?

What, you can't guess out of the hundreds??? =3

[bloodoncespilt]

What, you can't tell from that?

[So judgmental. But he'll stop scoffing enough to give some bored answers.]

It was warm, and cracked...a while ago. The thing was smaller than me, and part of it burned me. [Holds up an arm, to show his forearm's got some red marks.] And it made weird noises.

[Again, no shame as he pretty much mimics a monkey.]

when I heard the colors, I thought Magby. But if monkeys, then Pansear or Chimchar XD

[usedsyncronoise]

Warm...definitely a fire-type then, if it burned you.

[Those sounds, though, definitely narrows it down.]

I think...it could be one of these two. Either way, we'd likely find it someplace warm, like the boiler room.

[He opens up two books for Alarm to look at, one with a picture of a Pansear and one with a picture of a Chimchar.]

Let me get some things, and I think we should be able to find it.