[H1]Rolf Bannian [/H1]
Whistling an old sea dog tune, Rolf stopped a few feet away from the professors. It looked like the same up dressed girl was angry about... something, and in general, he was too embarassed to walk up to the professors in his soaking wet attire. He'd never get any credibility if anyone important found out he was molested by a group of tiny poliwag! He was missing a shoe, his arms were tinged red from being slapped, and mud was caked around his pants and hands. He looked like something that had crawled straight oUT of the Castelia Sewers, like a messy muk or a mangy ratata. Thinking of the city gave his stomach a squeeze.he couldn't help but worry that the entire situation was just highly unusual. His boat goes missing and he happens to wash up in a town having what is pretty much a pokemon giveaway? 

The soaked young man stopped immediately in front of a strange little kiosk. There was a long line, and there was a sign that held the motif of an ice cream shaped pokemon. Vanillite! But... wasn't he in the Fordis region, not Unova? Intrigued, or perhaps a little downtrodden, Rolf walked over and stood in line, still dripping though he had walked a few blocks from the sanctuary. The golden-eyed sailor noticed that some of the people in line had pokemon with them and looked to be teenagers. Maybe they had just come from the sanctuary as well. Realizing that he had a pokeball containing a buizel still, Rolf pulled it out, and tried to release it by pressing the button. 

No, that didn't do anything... the button was to recall the damn thing. How did he call it out? All those trainers made it look so easy. Wait. He was a trainer now! That meant that he couldn't blatantly ignore other trainers when they challenged him to a battle! He even had a trainer card with his name on it, as well a picture he was grateful was only shoulders-up. Otherwise, it would be a lot less exciting to carry around. 

The line was moving pretty quickly, aND before he knew it, Rolf was at the beginning of the line. He walked with a little bit of a limp, because he was only wearing a single shoe and thus didn't stand level. He took the opportunity to simulate what he had always seen, and tossed the pokeball at the ground. It worked, to an extent. The pokeball opened and the buizel popped out, not looking too happy about being trapped in the ball without even getting to know it's trainer. But they both had a bigger issue. The metal ball ricocheted off the sidewalk and hit the vendor flat in the eye, causing her to curse aloud. The ball landed on top of the glass sneeze guard that held the cones, and Rolf quickly picked it up and put it in his pocket. "One, please." 

The vendor rubbed her eye, but grumbled and made him a cone. He watched her closely, wary she would spit into it. "That'll be 300, sir." He froze, knowing that he didn't have any money. 
"I'm sorry, I don't have that much-"
"Than get out of my line, wet Willie!" She cried aloud, tossing the cone at him and hitting him square in the eye, but not before she spat into it. Rof quickly shook it off of his face, and knelt down to pick up his buizel so they could go somewhere else, hopefully somewhere hot where he could dry up. If anything, the sailor expected his pokemon to lick the ice cream off his face, but the sea weasel instead flew out of his hands, over the counter. Almost as if he had thrown him. The purple haired young man could only watch dumbfounded as the free spirited pokemon splashed around in the tubs of ice cream. When the vendor shouted, the buizel stood back up on the counter- and spun its tails, splattering her in a flurry of ice cream. 

"HEY, THAT BOY USED HIS POKEMON TO DESTROY THE ICE CREAM!" 

"What? That's not at all what... happened." Slowly, Rolf rose a palm to his face. That... was glaringly correct. But he'd be damned if he was going to jail in a foreign country for public discrepancy and theft! But all he could think of while feeling the heat of other trainers' glares -those that were behind him in line anyways- was that a good name for his pokemon would be Pinwheel.