Starhue Valley

[Nanu's been procrastinating on this for a while but eventually decides to show his beautiful frowning mug to the network. If you met him during the Stardrop Festival you'll notice the black cat ears he was sporting are now long gone. He appears to be in a small office but the windows and more couch-styled seating also suggest a trailer.]

Before everyone gets too comfortable here I guess I should address something. No doubt you've become acquainted with the local wildlife. Some of them are actually Pokemon.

You see this? [He holds up a small orange tabby kitten by the scruff of the neck. It mewls adorably.] Not a Pokemon.

[He sets the kitten down gently then steps aside to reveal a large cougar-sized gray feline standing at his side--his Persian.] This one's a Pokemon. [Persian's version of an adorable mewl comes out more like a raspy growling Perhh-nyaaawl~!]

Some are dangerous. Some are tame. The difference between these guys and the monsters in the mountains are that Pokemon can be captured in these. [He tosses a small red and white sphere in his hand up and down, and shows it can be enlarged to about baseball size with a press of a button.] That Jojamart place seems to carry Pokeballs.

You can train Pokemon and battle with them. Breed them too, if you're into that. They lay eggs. Don't eat them. That's weird.

[He sighs, like talking this much was exhausting or he's already predicting his breath is going to be wasted to some degree. Whatever. Now he can say it's done. If anyone has questions they'll ask. Hopefully not him. He wasn't the only Pokemon trainer around here.]

That's all.

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[This can also be a general bother-Nanu mingle. He honestly doesn't keep much of a schedule, running into him is going to mostly be by chance. He frequently taking naps during the day and obliging insomnia at night. Dark-types, you know? A lot of them are nocturnal, that's just how it is. He's an officer so he prowls the borders of the forests, often at night, often with one of his Pokemon out, looking for trouble and usually not finding it. Maybe this could be the night he does!

If he's not out and about, more reliably he can be found at the bar of the saloon, nursing a drink or a smoke. Or he can sometimes be found fishing; rivers, ocean, wherever there's things that make for good sushi.

Alternatively he naps. Like. A lot. Especially during the heat of the afternoon. His living quarters are not terribly well insulated so sometimes it's more practical to just hunker down in the shade of a tree somewhere and doze the hours away. Or in a shaded hay-pile. Hopefully it's not yours. Or on that bench. Or a shaded spot on the beach. Did you want that spot? Too bad, he's there, and very very comfortable.]