Raymon
"Well... Yes. I requested an audience, and I managed to get it." They paused, crossing their arms. "Well. I suppose that oversimplifies it a little bit. He was interested in hearing the word of Eden."

"Let's just say thoughts and whispers enter my mind... Not necessarily premonitions, but information I should never be able to know. It gives me... Some kind of credibility beyond that of most prophets and witnesses." The Mienfoo stopped for a moment.

"It's a possibility that our marvelous mechanical friend in the other room is a result of my meeting." They stopped again, surveying the room. Their voice, however young, was calm and mystical in some odd way— Like a calm sage telling an old tale. The kind of mysticism that's gentle, yet utterly demands attention and respect... A demeanor far beyond their time. 

**"Four chambers. Four talismans. Four moulds. Four keys to Eden, each in the tombs of the crowned heroes of olde. Keys to open the way to an age of peace, prosperity, wisdom... Nirvana itself. It perhaps sounds like religious jargon, or a deal that's too good to be true... But then that, in and of itself, wouldn't make very much sense, for these treasures are very real, and well-documented... But very secure, though the Princes of this age know of little reason as to why."** They trailed off.

"Many apologies. I tend to, um, really get into it, aha... My name is **Tesseracts Within Clouds,** But most Pokemon would much rather refer to me as Tesse. I'm a prophet!" They outstretched their paw to the Eevee— clearly very friendly, if just a little naive.

By this time, Lunisse had fished Beta out of the kitchen and practically dragged her back over the counter. "Employees only, ya bucket of bolts."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just—!" The robot was quickly silenced by the plantbug.

"Yea, yea, you can give me your lip service later, hon. Go back to answering for your crimes or whatever."

...And now she was right back where she started:

In a room full of strangers who she didn't trust, who didn't trust her, and who may have reasonably wanted to tear her to bits. Fun!
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David
The tiny fairy was still attempting to accost the grass-type cowering in the doorway, completely missing the unusual Mienfoo's preaching- not that she had paid them much notice to begin with.

Still though, February had absolutely no idea *Who* This guy thought he was but the Floette found him to be pretty rude if his first impression was to demand somebody kill Beta at the sight of her.
Sure, Beta might be a tad strange looking but everybody else is perfectly capable of meeting new species every day and don't have a reaction quite as shocking as *That.*

'Hey! What was that reaction all about, do you speak to everybody like that, Hm? Just where are your manners?!'
'Ms Beta is under the custody of the sheriff already. She might be unusual but she hasn't done anything worthy of being executed over-'
Larry
"Give 'em hell, tiny fairy!" Torstein yelled to Febuary from across the tavern, completely oblivious to the highly important plot details happening around him.