Noah
*Late at night,*
 *Under a deep fog,*
 *Some stores keep their doors open.*

 *To let in the cold,*
 *To welcome new guests,*
*Or sometimes by accident.*

*From Stella's Shop of Curiosity's open door, a soft purple smoke rolled onto the streets. Not of magic or supernatural phenomena, but of her heavy smoking habit, which filled her store daily.*

*Little odds and ends,*
 *Trinkets from near and far,*
*Little statues and clay pots and dream catchers lined the walls, so much that you couldn't see the wood behind them,*

*And yet, through all this mess, Stella was content organizing her things. She stood to the side, shuffling her little spirit-rocks...*
Annie
*Fabrixo took a stroll through the markets without purpose. Simply a night walk, something he hadn't found himself doing that often. Usually he did so only to think or just for fun. It was somewhat quiet, clear of major distraction for the most part so it was perfect to wind down.*

*He didn't really have a set destination, or even path. He had merely wandered into the market plaza. He looked left and right at some of the stores as he passed, not to take in anything about them, but to just give his eyes something to look at. Turning back to face forward down the street, he noticed something strange that drifted from one of the stores. Smoke...?*

*He paused, staring at the purple smoke, debating investigating it or turning around to go another way. Ultimately he decided to go forward. What's the worst that could happen anyway? He moved towards the store... Stella's Shop... Huh.*

*He stopped in the doorway, admiring the room; it was an interesting little shop suffice to say. He stood there, bringing his eyes about, not really focusing on anything in specific. Just looking around.*
Noah
*There was all sorts of stuff, all kinds of things,*
 *Little glass beads on wires, some hung row by row to make a little curtain,*
*Some essence and other noxious stuff... It just goes on and on,*
 *The more you look around, the more you see- in every nook, in every cranny.*
*And in the center of it all, an old nanny.*
 "Good evening," *The old codger mutters, taking a puff from her pipe.* "Uhm... You are...

"Mmm..." *The Xatu tilts her head up.* "... I'm getting a reading. Yes, yes... Your name is Fabio? Fabix- mm...
 Never heard a name like that before...
 A little strange... Quite lovely...
 Hmm...
But... I don't think you buy anything here today.
 But,
That also means, if you do buy something, it's really your own decision.

I'm a seer, if you're wondering." *She tilted her head up.* "But, whether or not I needed to tell you that, I'm not sure.
You look
 a bit
Nervous.

Mm..." *She took a puff of her pipe, then blew the smoke into a line through the air.* "Hmm..."
Annie
*He slowly stepped in, looking all around at the little goodies that filled the entire store. Nothing quite caught his eye, but the place still intrigued him. His eyes slowly settled on the ol' nanny*

"Uhm, Fabrixo, yes." *He said as the Xatu seemed to struggle. Wasn't a difficult name, he thought, though that was most likely because it was his name and he should know how to say it and pronouce it... He perked up a little bit as the bird called his name 'quite lovely'. He wasn't sure if he had ever heard that specific compliment before, but either way he appreciated it.* 

"I didn't really plan on buying anything tonight but, I brought some money just in case..."

*He gently nodded* "That... Reads yeah, I'd probably be weird that you got my name otherwise-... Not... Nervous no-" *He shook his head* "Just... Curious I suppose, haha." *He said, tilting his head.* 

*He brought his hands together, interlocking the fingers* "So, whatschur name? Can't quite read like you, heh."
Noah
"Mm... Be careful where you bring money, young man! Having money in hand makes it easier to spend it when you don't need to. What if you spend it all on lil' ol' me?" *She gestured to herself a bit too dramatically.*

*She took a long draw of smoke from her pipe, a long huff as her beak cradled that lip;*
 *And, in one swell motion,*
 Out
 *Shot the smoke, in a line,*
*Trailing far above Fabrixo's head and towards the ceiling. Smelled like herbs and cigars.*

"My name is 
 Stella!
 Which is quite stellar.
Because I am a stellar Pokemon,
 and quite a decent seer,
If I do say so myself... Not to come off as too bold.

If you've come here, then you have a chance to ask a question about your future!
 But.
 That's not for everyone.
And someone like you,
 you have a lot of futures,
And so, it's more what opportunities you take for yourself.
 And also, I don't do it for free.
As lovely as that would be."
Annie
"That's okay. I spend my money on pointless stuff sometimes, but not as much as my other family members. They're almost like hoarders." *He again looked around at the surrounding trinkets and what have you.* "What *If* I spend it on little ol' you, mh?" *He tilted his head with a small playful grin.* 

*He glanced up at the smoke as it swirled and drifted about above him. He had always wondered what it was like to smoke. He never actually wanted to do so, nor was he probably able to considering his living status bordering that of both living and that of a spirit or ghost, but a man can still wonder; for one though, the smell didn't bother Fabrixo too much.* 

"Stella, huh? Neat name." *He said as he watched the smoke before it finally dispersed. Returning his attention to the bird, he seemed quite interested in their occupation of choice... A seer.* "Hmh. And how much might one of these uh... Readings or questions or whatever be, mh? I only got so much poke of course." *He reached into under his cloth, digging for poke until he pulled out some, glancing down at the coins.* "One, two, three, four... Eight hundred on me right now." *He added, looking back up at Stella.*
Noah
"Well, then,
 hm,
I think that if you did spend a little,
 just a little,
 on me,
 then...
... I...
 Would be a little richer, wouldn't you think?" *She flaps her wing.* "Ohoho. But there's more to life than being wealthy."

*In the smoke, as it drifted above Fabrixo's head, he could make out small figures- visions of some time other than now, somewhere else, of things to happen... Eventually... Or, maybe not. Who knows?*

"Oh, you want to know the future." *Her voice went flat as she took a puff or two from her pipe.* "Mm... Mmm... It will run you about... 500 Poke. That is, five-and-two-zeroes, I specify, not for you, but, because I was supposed to,
 here and now,
Which doesn't make a lot of sense. But, how could I say no? To a simple changing of outcomes?
 It's mysterious. And it makes it more fun.
That is, if I say strange things, isn't it? It's part of the experience.

I take it that's a reasonable price?" *She turns around, waddling to the front counter.* "Just a warning, Pokemon who know their future,
 well,
You're free to very well change it.
 ... But.
Don't be surprised if the prediction is wrong afterwards.
 One of the many boons of being a Pokemon,
 is that you can control your own fate."