[h3][color=#71C41D]Sergei Samsonov[/color][/h3]
[i]New Amber Town[/i]
[@void liege][@ninian][@experiment 249]

Sergei hated large groups.

He didn't really know what it was about them. Perhaps it was just a kind of natural misanthropy he always had, or maybe so many people in one place reminded him of being bullied in the schoolyard when he was a kid. Regardless this crowd of people gathered around the girl and her Dragonite was leaving a bitter taste in Sergei's mouth, though he was trying his best to hide his discomfort behind a stone expression. Of course he had half a mind to call things off and just walk away here and now, it wouldn't be hard to just slip away through the doors of the Pokemon Center. However that was looking less and less like an option, as there was practically an itemized list of people he had to deal with at this point.

 First of all there was the rude girl, while she was probably about to launch into some tirade in attempt to get Sergei's blood boiling, she was distracted again by the need to insult the large orange dragon that could probably crush her in a moment. While Sergei could have butted in with a lesson on what the thing was capable of another Trainer, one older and more experienced as evidenced by the Blaziken at his side was doing that for him.

Then there was the young girl with the Dragonite. She seemed to be talking to the thing, as in actually having a conversation, not just working off of gestures. She was either crazy, or a witch. Sergei wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't sit well with him. The Dragonite also was looking directly at him, that didn't sit well with the Sinnohian either. He gave a curt nod back to the Pokemon, hoping it meant well. Moroza was much less intimidated, with the usual swagger about her, she walked up to the Dragonite and Duskull.

[color=#99CC97]<Hey big guy, how's it goin'?>[/color] She said, giving short salute to the Dragonite. To the humans around it sounded like a strange whistling sound, perhaps like wind moving through a frozen forest. The Snover then turned to the Duskull [color=#99CC97]<And you! Boy you got the short end of the stick huh? And I thought Sergei could be a wet blanket sometimes, but your trainer takes the cake!>[/color]

Sergei sighed, he supposed with Moroza interacting with the other Pokemon he'd be stuck here at least for a while longer. He could never get too mad at the Snover, but still cursed her curiosity sometimes. It wasn't all bad however, Sergei wasn't ready to leave quite yet. The third person he had to deal with was the bastard shooting him the hateful glares. He wasn't even part of the group that had gathered around the Pokemon center, yet soon after Sergei made his remarks he spotted him. The guy was decked out in pricey clothes, and just from looking at him you could tell he had lived an easy life. Sergei hated people like that, but was willing to let it pass until he saw the young man mouth a very audible [color=mediumvioletred]"Eugh"[/color]. Sometimes it's the little things that can set a person off.

Still Sergei maintained his usual cold composure as he watched the trainer walk into the group and start schmoozing with the others. Particularly the older one with the Blaziken, and the woman with the Snivy. But conversations didn't really matter once Sergei was dead set on something, neither did age. This guy had several years on him and parents told him to respect his elders, but Sergei never think being older was any reason to assume somebody was his better. Instead he kept his glare dead set on this Leopold guy, hoping that if the he did turn around he'd catch it. 

[color=#71C41D]"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt."[/color] Sergei said to the other two trainers, he didn't have any qualms or cares for them. Her turned back to Leopold, his accent thick [color=#71C41D]"I saw you giving leer back there. Do you have problem?"[/color]