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Rory wasn't the only one with the thought to practice swordsmanship in Camphoreon. Luke stood off to the side of the city's wide park, clear of any of the wandering pedestrians, playing children, or frolicking pokemon. The long flat of steel was sharp and perfectly capable of cutting anything that it impacted, and its wielder was always conscious of that when it came out of its sheath. At the moment, he grasped the hilt firmly in his hand, practicing lunges to polish his speed. Mieu and Tenebrae watched from the side, the two eeveelutions enjoying the sunshine more than their master's performance. Of course to them this was just the same as any other day; their task was merely to keep an eye out for their human while his focus was elsewhere.

Though Mieu was distracted watching his master's practice, Tenebrae's ears folded forward alertly at the sound of an approach. He summed up the stranger quickly and critically, honey eyes lingering at the familiar form at his hip. Its form was different, but its resemblance to Lord Luke's own sheath was too uncanny to overlook, and the possibility that this unknown individual was approaching his human while bearing a weapon was too dangerous to ignore. He rose to his feet with a bark to attract the swordsman's attention and direct it toward the stranger.

Luke fluidly exited his motion at Tenebrae's call, and he followed the Umbreon's gaze to the recent arrival. A faint suspicion passed through his eyes, but he made no move to challenge or question the other male. For all he knew, after all, the guy was just passing through anyway.

Well, if he was passing through, he was passing through straight in Luke's direction. The way the stranger had noticed him and his pokemon, though, led to the conclusion that he indeed had some kind of business with him. This was sort of an awkward situation, though. What was he supposed to do? Say hi? He waited expectantly, and with a degree of hesitation, before he was distracted by the sudden forward motion of a teal and white shape. Mieu, far more friendly than his master and his eeveelution companion, moved to meet the newcomer with a sweet "faaa" in greeting, leaving Tenebrae to breathe an exasperated sigh and Luke to call a warning to the Flareon, "Hey, thing! Don't just go off on your own!"

Mieu, in recognition of the compliment, beamed brightly and answered with a happy "fieuuu." It wasn't often they were approached by others while their master was doing his sword training. This made things much more interesting!

In the past, Luke might have waited to see what happened before bothering to interfere - if he interfered at all. Knowing what he did about just how safe Camphoreon was, though, he did not wait long before following after his runaway Flareon. He came to a stop a few meters from the stranger, meeting blue eyes with his own of green, a critical glint to his gaze and tone to his words, "Sorry, he's like that." Overly-friendly, that is. Luke wasted no words reprimanding the fire-type; Tenebrae already had that underway, a disapproving series of quiet sounds bringing Mieu to lower his head in apology.

"Huh?" The question was confusing, and Luke sensed that he was being accused of doing something wrong. He became indignant himself as a result. "Well I dunno - maybe 'cause not everyone wants some random pokemon running up to them for attention? For all I know you were in the middle of something and his running up to say 'hi' for no reason messed up your schedule. Sorry for trying to be considerate, I guess."

Tenebrae winced at the human's tone. Considerate indeed.

Luke raised an eyebrow, somewhat taken aback that a perfect stranger would be so offended by the way he talked to his own pokemon. He shrugged, "He doesn't mind it." Besides, it was less embarrassing then randomly calling out some cutesy name like Mieu. "And it's not like I call him that all the time or anything. Just when he's being annoying." Like he often did.

Mieu glanced up at the two humans apologetically, vaguely aware that he bore some fault for the tension between then. But what was there that he could do about it now?

The fire-type nuzzled into the hand that reached down to pet him. He liked this human; he was a nice human!

"A nickname?" Luke was silent for a brief moment, as if trying to call up the memory of the nickname. More likely, though, he was attempting to find a way to avoid having to tell such an embarrassingly cute name to a stranger. He could think of nothing. "Well it's... He's Mieu."

As though verifying his address, the named followed up with an energetic "fieuu!"