[h3][color=#71C41D]Sergei Samsonov[/color][/h3]
[i]New Amber Town[/i]
[@void liege][@ninian]

[i]Welcome to Viore! If You Are a Trainer and This is Your First Time Here, Head to Professor Maple's Laboratory at the Farthest North Side of Town![/i]

Sergei looked blankly at the flashing digital sign, it was the usual expression on his face. [color=#71C41D][i]"Well then, at least they're to the point about it."[/i][/color] He thought, giving a slight shrug as he began following the crowds of people towards the exit. They were certainly right to put up such an unavoidable message, Sergei has scarcely seen so many trainers packed into one place. Maneuvering through the crowds Sergei found himself leaving the terminal and entering baggage claim. There were certainly plenty of fresh trainers around him, kids who probably didn't have anything more than a Rattatta or Bidoof to their name, but also a good few veterans as well. One with an Ampharos, Monferno, Marrill and Mismagius caught his eye, so many strong Pokemon, it would take days upon days of training to challenge a trainer such as that. Other Trainers weren't hard to spot, they had a certain odd look about them after all, Sergei only assumed this got weirder as they became more experienced. Then again Sergei's appearance hadn't really changed at all since starting out. Same ratty clothes, same worn hat, did that mean he hadn't really progressed as a trainer? Sergei shook his head as he approached the exit of the airport. His brain was concocting a stupid superstition and he wasn't going to fall for it.

Thankfully without any stowed bags to his name, the Snowpoint native was able to quickly make his way out, the large groups of people thinning as he left the airport. Sergei could feel himself sweating a bit underneath the jacket, but didn't bother changing his clearly out of season attire just yet. The climate here was much warmer than he was used to, even when he left for southern Sinnoh it scarcely got this hot. Making his way down the main road, Sergei pulled out a wrinkled and folded piece of paper which unfurled into a map of New Amber Town, something he had picked up in Veilstone Airport for safekeeping. He also drew after some digging, a small red and white ball with a white sticker on it. Pushing the button in its center, the pokeball expanded and upon throwing opened to release it's resident in a flash of light.

[color=#71C41D]"Let's go Moroza."[/color] He said in an uncharacteristically warm way, it was a tone he would scarcely take with other people. Besides maybe his parents. The Snover puffed out its chest proudly upon materializing, but almost on beat made a kind of whistling noise as it wiped its brow in an exaggerated manner. Plants don't sweat, but she got the point across to Sergei. [color=fff79a]"Yes, I know. I'm not the biggest fan of how not-cold it is either. I suppose we'll just have to deal, eh?" Moroza nodded, almost on instinct as a response to one of its trainer's questions. Sergei turned back to his map and began walking, the Snover plodding along behind cheerfully.

[color=#71C41D]"Now let's see."[/color] Sergei muttered under his breath, [color=#71C41D]"If I want to get to the Lab I'll need to go past the Pokemon center and..."[/color] A quick realization dawned on him, [color=#71C41D]"Чёрт. I have to let my parents know I made it."[/color] The teenager didn't own a cell phone, his parents couldn't afford one, but what he did know was that there should be a pay-phone in the Pokemon Center. Or at the very least a PC he could email from. Luckily for Sergei, the way there didn't even need a detour from the lab for him. 

Approaching the lab left him with quite the sight however. A young girl with a Dragonite quite clearly in her possession and a couple of older trainers gathered around her. Sergei was floored. Either the girl was not the age she looked, or she really did have a Dragonite on her team. He'd be lying if he didn't feel a bit of anger and jealousy as well, he had trained hard every day while this girl had been handed a Dragonite on a silver platter. Maybe he shouldn't assume such things, but he still gritted his teeth in all too familiar disdain, perhaps out of habit. That was when somebody else got his attention. 

[color=#C72E5C]"Ugh. Of all the dragons in the world, that's probably the stupidest looking one ever. Whoever's trying to show off by having [i]that[/i] out has some seriously bad taste."[/color] It was the girl from the airplane, the rude one with no sense of patience. Being what else? Rude. [color=#C72E5C]"What? It's true! Look at that thing, it's so fat! And its face is so... so... lame!"[/color] She said, still rather loudly, to the Duskull tugging on her forehead. This too made Sergei angry, while he could understand being jealous of the girl, to insult such a powerful Pokemon seemed criminal to somebody like himself who was a dedicated trainer.

He passed behind her, making sure he was within earshot, but still not stopping on his way to the doors of the Center. [color=#71C41D]"You know nothing says 'I have an inferiority complex' like feeling need to insult other trainer's Pokemon."[/color]