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To say that Arashi was aggravated, annoyed, and just a bit depressed was bordering on severe understatement. Taking another break from the trials of town, it was all he could do not to try his luck in the Mint Meadow again. He had to convince himself that it wouldn't have been worth it, for it was obvious it wouldn't, not now -- he wasn't even an eevee anymore! Not in the eyes of everyone else, not downtown... heck, he was certain even Trace teetered on the belief that Arashi was still the same old eevee.

So instead, the eevee-child stuck around the beachside just outside the familiar swamp he had spent the night in numerous times. In irritation, he had grabbed a pebble and sent it speeding within its murky depths, but that did little to stem off this emotion. So he turned his back on it instead and paced what appeared to be a deserted patch of sand.

He tugged at the fabric of his jeans, finding the feeling of clothing against his body to be quite uncomfortable. How did humans get used to this? As he walked, he kicked at small dunes and various sea-bound items that had washed ashore in an attempt to vent.

Despite the fact that Arashi's ears were pinned as far back as irritation would allow, the hidden pokémon's shriek of terror came through crystal-clear. Terra was fortunate to have someone with quick reflexes rampaging through her new home, if one could be 'fortunate' in the midst of destruction of property. Arashi's bare toes were perhaps inches from where the tiny burmy lie cloaked in her surroundings, and in the middle of a swing at what appeared to be merely a mound of sand at his feet. At the sound, the eevee-child jarred the foot still on semi-solid ground, tilting his body just enough to miss the burmy playing a solo game of hide-and-seek. He stumbled a few steps, but caught himself from any danger of falling over.

He huffed a few times, adrenaline kicking him in the chest with the unexpected scream as he made certain his feet weren't moving anymore. Once he took note of everything, he spun back around to locate the mound of sand that just screeched at him, only to find the pokémon culprit behind it. It took him a moment, but gathering of thoughts seemed to fall short anyway and Arashi took hold of the situation with a shaken exclamation of, "You scared me half to death!" It didn't cross his expression, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that the burmy could probably say the exact same thing. He sighed, a reaction to a strange mixture of relief and excessively heightened senses, before he plopped himself on the sandy floor to decrease the height distance between the two of them. "You okay?"

Arashi tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched the terrified burmy lie there in a frozen state of shock. With the length of time she stayed motionless, the boy was afraid he may have literally given her a heart attack. He was half-tempted to grab some driftwood and poke at her to make sure she was still alive, but his legs were locked in place and his mind was still frazzled after such a hard reboot to the system.

Luckily, she hopped back up, and seemed to be reacting to quite a large range of emotions. He supposed that was to be expected with a... near-maiming experience. He released a pent-up breath he was unaware he had been holding and looked the pokémon over once she stood upright, attempting to verify her statement. She did seem fine, if a bit fidgety, but with all that sand it was kind of hard to tell. "I thought I had missed you, but I wasn't a hundred-percent positive," he elaborated, poking at her side to determine with more accuracy, "Does this hurt?"

Leaning back, Arashi was taken aback by the burmy's question. He frowned and huffed, "I'm a pokémon, can't you tell? Or... at least I used to be..." Really, what was he? He had no idea how to react to a question like that anymore, and with the way his fur bristled, it may have been obvious that it was the source of his rampage moments earlier.

The tiny pokémon's polar opposite exclamations caused Arashi to stare incredulously in surprise before he started laughing at her sleepy yawn. He waved a hand as though to apologize for the laughter, but he couldn't stop himself soon enough, "Sorry, sorry. Um, yeah, I didn't see you there. What were you doing, sleeping on the beach when you're so camouflaged with the surroundings like that? It's dangerous!" As though that hadn't been established...

Arashi's eyes went wide at the sandy burmy's initial reaction to his poke, afraid that he may have poked something that was actually sprained or broken. Or maybe he was just surprised at the air time, considering he couldn't very well see any definitive legs off of the pokémon that would hint at such springy abilities. After that brief moment of shock and verification that the burmy was not, indeed, actually hurt, Arashi whistled, impressed, "That was quite the leap! You an athlete or something?" He snickered, but it was partly out of relief for her response, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just sometimes you don't notice something hurts until something else forces it to hurt. Take it from someone who does it a lot." Blinking, Arashi tried examining the sand to figure out another way the burmy could keep the cloak on better, but honestly, he didn't know how she could at all. "Why not... use something other than sand?" he offered with a bit of a shrug.

While Terra's probing may have irritated and depressed him but seconds prior, the more questions she asked, the more he realized that maybe she had a point. Eevees were known for bizarre evolution cycles... maybe this was one of them? It didn't help that, when he had actually found the star that the jirachi had left for him, he didn't actually see it before the effects were already on board in his consciousness. "Umm... well, maybe it is? I'm not actually sure what happened, honestly," he noted, more light-hearted sounding now as he pondered it. He actually liked that possibility; it made him feel less of an outcast in the pokémon world he was so accustomed. "The clothing, however, was not by choice. They're really difficult to get used to," he stated with a grimace and a tug at his shirt.

The burmy's bipolar energy signatures were really amusing the eevee-boy as he watched her sway from lethargy to hyperactivity and back again. Mention that the beach was otherwise unoccupied prompted the child to survey the surrounding area and verify that she wasn't mistaken. He frowned, "Well that's weird... most people like taking a trip to the beach. Must be an off-season." He wasn't really up on the hype, but it didn't seem like it was too cold for a trip to the beach. Then again, he was used to being much too hot, so there was really no comparison he could rely on. "Nevertheless, it can get really busy around here. You should be careful where you sleep, or you could have experienced much worse," he almost seemed to lecture before he scanned the area again, "Not that... there's really much safer an area. Why were you way out here..?" While it was obvious that the burmy was new to the area, he didn't think she would just randomly opt to sleep in the middle of the beach unless she had found somewhere safer to stay. Or passed out from exhaustion, there was always that... "My name's Arashi, by the way. Are you hungry? I think I might still have some berries in my pocket..." he asked as he began digging. He hoped the random passing out wasn't a result of starvation, but wanted to be sure.

Arashi pondered on it for a bit longer, peering around behind the burmy. "Well what about... seaweed or something? That would work and be easier to work with, wouldn't it?" he offered, pointing to a sprig caught on a rock a little ways off. He scrunched his nose at it, realizing it looked like it might be a little itchy to wear for long periods of time, not to mention having to maintain it's moisture issues... "Eh, never mind; bad example," he conceded, even though sand seemed to be almost as big of a hassle to work with. Terra's explanation of how the cloak worked had the boy surprised and fascinated, "That's how it works? Wow, I was unaware. That's pretty cool!" Maybe it wasn't as bad of a disguise as he originally thought.

The burmy's rationale seemed rather sound to Arashi, for even though he was an eevee, he had no idea how the evolution cycle for them actually worked. Truthfully, if he had known, he probably would not have been carrying around his "good luck charm" so readily and constantly. "It's... very possible. That sounds about right. Hmm... it's just strange that I haven't heard of it happening before. I mean... there are a lot of eevees that live around humans. Maybe their environment makes them better suited to a different element, but still..," he thought aloud, scratching his head in confusion, "'Human' isn't really a... pokémon type." Even though he was trying to grasp for a different conclusion than the one that Terra had offered, he still found it to be the most logical thought up as of yet. It was certainly better than Havoc's insistence that he was bitten by a radioactive human and gained super powers...

Ah, Arashi had been afraid she would give him that answer. He knew the pocketful of berries wouldn't be enough for an appetite like that, but there was nothing more he could offer, at least immediately. Locating the berries he had mentioned, he pulled them off and picked the pocket lint off of the skins, offering the entire array, "Here you go, you need them more than I do. Take them all, then maybe we can look for something else for you to eat, eh?" He smiled at that, but really wasn't sure what they could find to eat on a beach... What did burmies eat, anyway? Other than the generic pokémon food, he had absolutely no idea. Regardless, he snickered, "Terra, huh? Sounds fitting, I like it!"

Arashi snickered as Terra came to the same conclusions that the eevee-boy silently had moments prior. "I'd have thought the sand would be itchy as well, but you probably get used to it more if you're in it all the time, huh?" he contemplated. Growing more wide-eyed at the thought, he attempted to imagine how a fused sand-cloak would work in tandem with a living pokémon like that. He wasn't much for solving unposed riddles like that -- that was more Trace's department -- but the tawny child still found it fascinating nonetheless. "Now that would be exceptionally handy! Kind of sucks that it takes so long to be able to do that, though... but all things come to those who wait, am I right?" he grinned, nudging slightly at the sand around his feet, "So does the sand turn to rock when it does that, or what?"

It didn't take him long to deliberate on what moves he still had at his disposal, swiftly offering Terra a shake of his head. "No, I still know all the moves I knew before I evolved. And... that's it. I haven't really learned anything other than that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He wanted to change that fact, especially before running into Rei again, but at this point he didn't even know if she'd want to battle him again, looking like this. Oh heck, why was he concerned? Of course she would, she seemed to be out to prove some point or another, good enough excuse as any. He pulled his hand back out and started tallying off his moves per finger, "Tackle, Helping Hand, Sand-Attack, Growl... nothing really unusual." His ears twitched at the mention of being a poison type and cracked up, "Well wouldn't that be something if I was?"

Arashi hadn't been expecting Terra to eat all of the berries, let alone so fast. "Oh wow, you really were hungry!" he exclaimed, his hand free of occupation within a matter of seconds. There was a slight grin offered in return to the gratitude, "Heh, it was no problem, I'm just glad I had something to offer!" Scanning the area, mostly devoid of anything willingly edible, he sighed, "Well, I was just concerned what little I had wouldn't be enough to really fill you up. I'd help you find anything else to eat, if you wanted, but I'm... not really sure where else to look." Flicking his tail, he scrunched his nose in reaction to a hazarded thought, "...Fish? I don't know."

In some strange, abstract way... Terra's sand cloak looked like it could be taken for a sweater. It still looked rather fluffy and comfy, even though Arashi was still unsure how the burmy kept the thing intact. "Hard to explain, and hard for everyone else to understand, it seems..." the eevee-boy considered, more amused than irritated. Eh, he was used to being left in the dark; at least she was trying! He shrugged, "Either way, it works! That's pretty ingenious to do, though. I would have never thought you could use sand like that."

Arashi blinked in surprise to Terra's observation, holding an arm up to his own nose to test the thought himself. "Well, I don't know what a poison-type normally smells like, but you make it sound like it's a good thing I don't smell like one. Eh, I'll figure out what I've become eventually. Probably," the boy mused with a snicker. It was probably for the best; it sounded like poison-types affected everyone around them in the worst ways possible. "Tackle is a great starting move!" the eevee cackled, hitting the air in front of him with a light fist jab, "It's alright you only have four moves so far, though. We all have to start somewhere! I didn't always have four, either." At least she had a variety of moves at her disposal in order to protect herself!

"You haven't had fish before?" the boy asked, "Oh... do you even eat meat? Or is it just because it would be kind of difficult to go fishing?" At the mention of her sandy cloak, it made sense that it would prove quite the feat not to lose it when it had been exposed to water. "Does it just... come off when you get wet at all?" he asked with a curious frown, "What if you fought a water-type? What if it rains?" It was starting to sound like a sand shell wasn't the best course to take in this area... Taking another glance toward the area past the beach, the child sighed, regarding the idea, "There might be some bushes that way, but I don't see any from here. Want to go take a look? I'll help out." He might even be able to spot something easier, with his height advantage.