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Visiting the Seer :: Open!

Morty dislikes very few things on this earth; one of them just so happens to be severe weather. Moreover for your information it happens to be storming quite badly in little Ecruteak city. The blonde has always been very wary about weather, snow,drought,flood you name it he dislikes it. Not out of actual hatred of nature but simply out of a slight primal fear. So naturally as soon as the weatherman predicted hurricane force winds and rain, Morty prepared for Armageddon.

He had stayed cooped up in his little home since morning, having lost power nearly two hours prior to where he is now, curled up on his couch reading from a large tome. Lampent floats beside him illuminating the small area with its inner light. Morty leans forward squinting to see the small handwritten accounts. He was studying the myth of the legendary dogs again, one of his personal favorites.  There were handwritten notes in the margins of the book suggesting that he had read it many times prior yet he was still captivated by the tale.

Due to his interest in the material he hadn’t heard the frantic wrapping at his door until Gengar pranced back and forth waving his arms to get his trainer’s attention. Morty looked up. “Atlas I know the weather is bad but you’ve got to relax.” The Gengar gave Morty an exasperated look and gestured to the door still continuing in its prancing motion. Morty raised a brow and stood finally hearing the knocking. In no hurry to subject himself to the horrors of the disaster zone outside he shuffled over to his door, tucking the book under his arm.

Morty often received visits from strangers in need. As the gym leader of such a small place he often took in trainers in need for the night who had been directed to Morty from the nurse at the Pokecenter he knew it was only a matter of time before someone showed up with the weather the way it was, the Pokecenter could only hold so many.. and it was his duty to help. He brushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes, the signature bandanna not in place for once as he looked out the peephole of his door. He was unable to see due to the dark and grimaced. Slowly he undid the deadbolt and opened the door, violet eyes traveling vacantly to the soaked visitor. “What do you want.”

The musky scent of incense wafts out the door as the tall man peers down at the soaked individual before him, Gengar bounces floating at the level of Morty’s shoulder clearly more interested in the visitor than his trainer was. In the darkness of the room Atlas appears only as a set of ruby red optics floating ominously beside the blonde.

Well, no one ever called him the most welcoming man in the world.