Ty'd been in Caravella for a few days now, and he had to admit he was growing to like it. Of course he couldn't stay there forever because drifting was just in his nature, but as it stood...not a bad setup, and there were plenty of suckers ripe for the taking. But even all-day suckers got wise eventually, so that was why he needed to move, scattered with the wind.

It was late, and Ty couldn't sleep, so he'd left the room he'd rented for the night to take a little walk. He was learning some of the neighborhoods and their little twists and turns, and he kept his Pokemon with him at all times, so he was prepared for anything.

Except singing. Singing? Who the hell was singing at this time of night? In this type of neighborhood?

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, his scarred face was unobscured by his shades as they scanned the area, following the source of the singing. Shades didn't really work in the dark anyway, so maybe that would shroud his otherwise handsome face. Not that the scars didn't look badass.

As he turned the corner, he spotted a girl holding what looked to be a stuffed animal. "Hey, are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Singing somewhere like this, at this time of night?" he said, his voice a low hiss, but the tone was mostly cautionary.

He told himself he didn't really care about people, but when pretty silly people walked around doing stuff like singing in the dead of midnight, well something had to be done, right?

He could have sworn that 'stuffed-animal' moved, so at least the girl had some Pokemon with her and wasn't totally useless. There was a lot of silence, so Ty could only assume that he'd startled this poor girl, but to be honest, it was better him than someone with bad intentions. Sure, he wasn't a saint by any means, but he wasn't about to take advantage of someone like this. Even a jackass of his caliber had standards.

"That, I can get behind; I've found some here not too long back, but that was in the middle of the day. But...I don't know about the music part..." His hand idly ran through his stubble as he looked at her. Before saying another word, he pulled a Pokeball off of his belt and in a flash, Blazer, his Arcanine was by his side.

"You want to find some Pokemon? Then lead the way, we're coming with you." His voice was polite, but it was firm, and he definitely wasn't asking her permission. If she was going to do something this crazy, she may as well have some backup to watch out for her silly ass.

Her frown led him to infer that he wasn't exactly welcome with her, but if she hated him, yet came out of this alive, then as far as he was concerned he didn't do a bad job. Part of him said just let this sort itself out and whatever happened, happened. But for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to do that. Maybe somewhere deep down, he still had some remnant of a heart.

With Arcanine by his side, he noticed she wasn't leading them anywhere. In fact...she was sweet-talking Blazer, who showed what a big baby he was by letting his tongue loll out of his mouth happily. Sure, he was Ty's go-to Pokemon, his guard dog, in a sense. But deep down he was an overgrown puppy, though maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Especially not with how she was acting toward an Arcanine she didn't know.

"I see you like Blazer," he said with a smirk. Maybe it was a good thing he decided to help. Besides, it'd been awhile since he'd had company, especially of the female variety. But he brushed the sad thoughts from his mind; maybe they'd find some action to distract him soon.

His first pokemon.

That thought occupied Celeste as she walked and sang, her hand briefly touching the pokeball with her own first within it, considering grabbing it up alongside the one she was already holding. She'd been fortunate enough to find Jasmine quickly, in the first nights wandering Carrefor and calling forlornly into the dark, and remained grateful for her presence. The little chikorita--forever a little chikorita, having refused to evolve despite the power it could grant her--had always been a steadfast companion, at Celeste's side without hesitation when needed and looking after her interests at the team base when not.

The bond between a trainer and their first pokemon, in her experience, was intense and unbreakable.

And, then, she remembered. His arcanine, mother of the little one who Celeste had been trying so hard to picture...she'd been his first pokemon, too, hadn't she?

"So cut me from the line,
Dizzy, spinning endlessly.
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!"

The pain of that particular memory falling into place was postponed, because that was when Celeste noticed a pidove perched on the windowsill of a nearby building, watching the assembled beings in that wide-eyed way that the species tended to. She paused to stare back at the bird, then smiled and held up a hand, giving a small wave and then holding it out in offering. The pidove tilted his head at this gesture and cooed softly, not moving right away but clearly not put off.

"If only the clockworks could speak, I wouldn't be so alone." Celeste kept up the singing, though she was no longer projecting her voice like a beacon, instead singing more softly for the little bird alone. The pidove cooed again at the serenade and, to her delight, fluttered over to take her up on her offer and land on her gloved hand. "We burn every magnet and spring, and spiral into the unknown." More cooing followed, as if the bird pokemon were trying to sing along with her.

While Celeste did her whole Disney Princess routine over there, Lucky noticed the other arrival. The wild houndour looked a bit preoccupied, lost in thought and spaced out, but since she didn't seem hostile, Lucky felt that she was safe for him to approach. He scurried over, squeaking and chattering a greeting, but the houndour still didn't notice him until he was practically right in front of her, and she hopped back away from the unfamiliar pokemon with a startled yap.

At first, her hackles rose and she growled at Lucky, but Lucky, raised around canine pokemon, knew enough about their communication to easily drop into a play-bow that caused her to fall silent and blink in bafflement. It was then that she looked around and noticed that her and the friendly sableye were not alone, spotting Celeste with her new bird friend--she had noticed the houndour's presence, and was keeping an eye on the interaction, but her odd little duet with the pidove had taken priority for the time being--and then the more imposing human and dog further back.

After taking all this in, the houndour looked back at Lucky, and then cautiously lowered herself into a returned play bow. Lucky instantly sprang up to his feet again and took off running back toward the humans, prompting his new playmate to chase him. They raced right past Celeste, who paused in her singing to draw the hand the pidove was perched on a little bit closer in a subconscious protective gesture; the friendly bird didn't seem to be perturbed by the playful creatures, though, and watched them curiously as they bounded over to Blazer.

Up close, it would be clearer that the houndour wasn't a full adult, muzzle still a bit short and ears just a bit too big, needing to be grown into. Lucky chattered up at Blazer with invitations to play, while the houndour threw herself much more enthusiastically into another bow, before they both went racing off again in the hope that the much larger dog would chase them. Not that either had a hope of outrunning him, but it was all in fun.

Celeste found herself trying to catch the man's gaze with her own--only now did it occur to her that they hadn't exchanged names, but now felt like an awkward time to try a belated introduction--as she gave a small giggle at the antics of the pokemon, inviting him to join in her mirth.

Blazer had joined them, and now the chase was truly on.

Lucky knew he wouldn't be allowed to go far, due to Celeste's protective nature, but he was quite familiar with where the line was, and so he skittered around on all fours, almost spider-like, zigging and zagging all throughout the invisible 'bubble' that made up his playground. He darted about, his gemstones gleaming, and made all manner of giddy chatters and squeaks as he did so. The wild houndour, while having a faster running speed, was significantly less agile, but she nevertheless made a valiant effort to follow her strange playmate as they both tried to stay ahead of the larger dog. She stumbled over her oversized puppy paws a few times, but it didn't deter her any, and she let out a few barks as she ran; what hesitation she'd had melted away by this point, seeing Lucky and Blazer as nothing less than new friends.

When the man crossed his arms at her, Celeste rolled her eyes slightly with a small, playful smile on her lips. Well fine, be that way, but he couldn't fool her. He had clearly proven himself to be a big softy. She turned her attention back to the pidove as the other pokemon frolicked, placing her pokeball back on her belt so that she had her other hand free. Carefully, ready to pull back if the contact was unwanted, she moved to gently stroke the little bird's breast feathers with a fingertips, earning another soft coo in response as the wild pokemon looked up at her with eyes that were so very trusting.

There's always so much trust from them...Until someone breaks it...

...I won't let that happen to you, little one.

"You're awfully friendly, aren't you?" she said softly, words filled with affection. "It's odd seeing you all alone out here. Were you looking for some company?" A small giggle escaped her. "Or did you just like the music?" The way the pidove paused and tilted his head before cooing seemed to say, to her, that it'd maybe been a bit of both. "Well...I'd be happy to keep you company, and sing for you more, if you'd like me to."

Celeste tapped on the pokeballs at her other hip, the one that had empty ones, hoping that her meaning was understood. The pidove followed her gaze down to them, before looking up at her face again, and the coo sounded...thoughtful? Celeste bit her lip nervously as the little bird seemed to be mulling it over, and her heart briefly sank as the pidove flapped his wings and took off...

Only to land again, on her shoulder, and coo once more. Celeste fought down the urge to squeal with glee, just barely, and she plucked one of the empty pokeballs to reach up and gently tap him with it.

The flash of light from the pokeball caught Lucky's attention, making him pause and look over. Unfortunately, the houndour didn't notice, and couldn't stop in time, resulting in the two small pokemon colliding with a yelp and a hiss, and going tumbling along the sidewalk. When Blazer no doubt caught up with them, Lucky was in the midst of righting himself, rubbing his head, while the houndour was lying on her back and flailing her paws in the air in a less-successful effort to do much the same.