WCC - Day 0 (Motostoke, Galar)

[Not a Noise]

Blizzard120

"Probably as good as spot as any to look." Tristen said to Rhyme. A thought occurred to him, something that came off rather grim. He noticed in some places, there were canals similar to what Lumiose City in Kalos had. What if...

The Manetric hybrid shook his head for a second. Don't go there. Seriously, don't go there, he could only think. "We can start from the front and start working our way around to the back. Maybe Minccino didn't get far, hopefully." Tristen said.

She was glad Freth trusted the two of them together. It made her happy to have more....friends. Family was RC and Ryan. She reaches for Tristens hand, hesitates....smiles, holding it out. "To the front of Motostoke, then?" She asks the other Hybrid, a soft smile on her face.

Yes....it was good to have friends like Tristen. Nearer her own age, also a same type....that was nice to think about.  

[KrystatheMewes]

Krysta watches as al the snagems disperse into various parts of motostoke.
"well ok then..." She stares at muse trying to think what to do. Then thinking herself clever she starts following this "leader" person making notes on his behavior "What do you think he is doing muse? Do you think he is nice? are these bad people?" Muse just grunts and keeps trodding next to krysta. "well either way lets keep following this one so we can report back to the professor on what we find. she will def want details"  

[Reno Vantas]

SubonicXP

After what seemed like an eternity the girl found it in herself to finally gather her thoughts and speak. She would extent one of her meek looking hands and jab a finger against Leslie's steely shoulder. "What does ye mum call ye other than mistake?" One might assume she was asking for her name. In that moment of physical contact Leslie could since the girl was attempting to use a move on her, something that threatened to sap her will to fight, even verbally, trying to force her to 'Play Nice'. Her ponytails behind her rhythmically knocked against each other, as if to intimidate, like a person punching their other palm.

Leslie could feel herself preparing to gloat over her small victory, watching as her adversary almost broke down into incoherent sobbing over the verbal lambasting that she had received. But she wouldn't tip her over the edge just yet, she wanted to savor this moment. She had finally been the victor in a verbal sparring match against someone and she would damn well take it. And it was during this moment of smugness that Leslie felt a jab in her shoulder and heard the girl begin to speak. And as she listened to the girl speak, Leslie's second mouth would slowly begin to lower and extend back behind her back....

.....Before the appendage came swinging back over Leslie's head, glowing with a dull metallic sheen as the massive bludgeon aimed to plant the mouthy hybrid into the ground like a golf tee. Because as effective as Play Nice might be at reducing aggression in rational people, it seemed to prove exceedingly ineffective against someone pushed to eclipsing rage. Finally snapping back to reality after her attempt to bludgeon the hybrid, Leslie roared at her, "The name's Leslie! No mistake! No mother! Just your WORST NIGHTMARE!" To the likely crowd that would be gathering after that outburst, they would find the small Mawile hybrid doing her best to hold a vicious snarl and a gaze that threatened to ignite the air around her. But even as she gave every appearance of a demon, they would also see a few tears slowly falling down her face. Apparently, something had finally cracked through that steel body.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

SubonicXP

Robin laughed playful as Lykas pulled him in and held him in his tentacles, as if he was enjoying where this was going and had every intent on taking it as far as possible. The moment when Lykas let go of him a different voice called out.

"Well well well, right here in public? Didn't learn the last time, did you? You barely got out of that charge, I think my influence here in Motostoke has run dry. Next time get a hotel room, dear." The owner of the voice was an absolutely beautiful woman approaching them. Long brown hair, fair skin, brown eyes, and she wore a simply blue dress that was clearly made of a fabric of ridiculous price. This woman, the way she carried herself, her beauty, and how kept she was, had an air of importance and demanded to be paid attention to.

"Marian, there you are!" Robin the Thievul hybrid said as he turned to face the woman, grabbing her head and planting a little kiss on her hand as dramatically as possible. She just rolled her eyes. "I would like you to meet our new friends, members of the famous, sometimes infamous, Team Snagem." He said, flamboyantly gesturing to them and guiding the woman around to the front of him. "This is my wife, Marian. Or as the populace likes to refer to her, Lady Marian of Hammerlocke." So she was of nobility.

"Wife? Hardly. You sure like throwing around that word, love." She teased Robin before turning her attention to the Snagems. "Pleased to meet you both. I hope my dear love here hasn't bothered you too much." She spoke. That was when she got a good look at Abby and turned her focus completely on her. "Aren't you a pretty girl. What is your name?" She asked, taking sudden interest in Abby. Even Robin seemed confused by this.

Lykas was enjoying this exchange when they were interrupted by another party. When miss 'Marian', as Robin called her, made her appearance, he'd give her a once over and catcall. "And looker number 2 arrives on the scene. If we're making this a party, I suggest someone calls us a limo and reserves a hotel room." He quipped to Robin as he offered an exaggerated bow of his own. "Not to be outdone by the company I keep, allow me to introduce myself properly." He addressed the pair together. "My name is Lykas Fenrall, Water Master of Team Snagem, soon to be Grand Master." He introduced as he stood more upright. "And this is my younger sister-" He'd be cut off as Abby introduced herself by her full name. Marian had hit a sore spot for her within the first ten seconds of their meeting. Even he knew Abby hated being called "pretty" unless it was an adjective for "strong".

"I recommend amending that statement." He'd warn the natives as he took a a step back from his sibling. She would be going off like a hydrogen bomb shortly unless the one who lit her fuse diffused it just as quickly.  

[Cecile Silverstone]

Ulla finally decided on which partner she should use after so long. Lucario looked at the Pokeball and merely smiled. "That's a good choice." While Ulla was deciding her partner, Leon noticed William's interaction with Odo. It kind of ticked him off for the poor Pokemon to cry like that. He was about to say something but merely held his words in. "You are already at a disadvantage it being your opponent is a Poison type. You sure you don't want me to face him-" "I'm sure! Even if I am at a disadvantage, I want to fight with all that I am." She said as she was very determined. Leon gazed at his sister's remark as he merely sighed. "Have it your way." He said as he stood up and started leading the way. Ulla looked at William and Odo as she smiled to them and looked at Sub and her adopted parents. She felt the pat on her back as she watched Sub depart.

"...Let's go. Quit stalling and lets get this over with. That way we can take a nap." He said looking back to make sure they were following. Leon was leading the way, until he didn't remember. Where they can actually go to battle. "I...actually don't know where to go." He said as Ulla merely sighed. Ulla looked around and saw the big arena. Probably where the gym leaders fight, but she wasn't so sure seeing how she has never been in any gyms. "Why not over there?'  

[Not a Noise]

Blizzard120

Tristen was a bit confused when Rhyme, albeit a bit reluctantly, offered her hand to him. Freth would then need a lower lip to bite as she looked pretty much at the back of Tristen's head, practically one would say if she was trying to stare into the electric hybrid's very soul, wondering if Tristen would actually just...do it. The one time the Manetric hybrid gets to be social that doesn't involve a fight or Pokemon training and actually...well, be at least a young teen, and he's at risk of botching everything because a particular father figure shelters him more often than not. Though, admittedly, not entirely his fault either considering how said father figure operates. Fortunately, Tristen would take her hand and would be off with Rhyme.

Freth would only sigh in relief once she knew Tristen wouldn't hear it. "...the kid is doomed." Freth would only say to herself. In the meantime, she'd go explore herself and get the down low on how this place operates. Frankly, she had nothing better to do other than wait for this tournament or whatever starts.

"I....I thought not grabbing your hand would be more polite." She states as they travel to go hunting for the lost Pokemon, keeping her grip on his hand because it feels...comforting. He's not necessarily a close friend and shes more used to making friends not of her age group, but Tristens....different. Always has been.

"Also....given we're both electric types, me just...snatching a hand could give us both a shock!" She adds, a laugh slipping past as she feels....like herself again. Motostoke is no Shibuya but the sounds are enough to make her feel more at home. Even her tail has perked up a bit! "Okay, the boy said that he liked water....so peering down the channels on the lower side would be a good start."  

[Not a Noise]

Blizzard120

Tristen didn't particularly mind any hand holding himself, though he didn't quite get it. Even with the explanation of manners or sharing electricity. Up until now, he was under the assumption that this sort of thing was kind of more reserved for children five and under for parents to keep their kids from straying away. Then again, he was also told not to believe everything you see on TV or the internet. Maybe this was one of those things. Or was there something else? Regardless, he didn't want to come off as rude and just went along with it. Little did Tristen realize, however, Freth was bound not to let this go later.

The two would make their way down streets, taking in the sights of the various brick buildings that made up the various storefronts, warehouses, and a Pokemon Center along the way. Eventually the two would reach their destination, at least one part of it. Going down a set of stairs, they would find a channel that spanned seemingly the entire length of Motorstoke, divided by at least one bridge that they could see which was needed to get out the front gate back to the wild area. Tristen was trying to take note of anything else that might be around for a Minccino to hide in or behind. "...see anything?" Tristen asked Rhyme.

Maybe she could talk to Freth about it later? It was a silly thing to think about, really, but she did...she was happy bouncing around town with Tristen, sometimes swinging his hand a bit and humming a soft tune. Eventually, when they get to where they're stopping, she lets go and looks around, holding the railing and peering which way and that.

"I don't see anything...." She answers back, turning to look at him. "He said that he was playing near water. That pokemons not very big...so the water source shouldn't be as big either. Do we know of any smaller places that had water in town...?"