[h3][color=#C72E5C]Monday Mallory[/color][/h3]
[@Shiny Keldeo] [@Experiment 249]
Monday bit back a sigh of relief as the kid, apparently named Sergei, played along. Her little ruse successful, she turned to leave but stopped in her tracks at the sight of yet [i]another[/i] veteran. This one had a mega keystone embedded in a ring on his finger and talked like he was just [i]leagues[/i] better than the rest of them. He probably was, but still, Monday didn't like being condescended to.

[color=#C72E5C]"Yeah yeah, we get it, Denim Fetish. You're a Veteran. Good for you. Have fun with that."[/color] she snapped, pushing past the older man. [color=#C72E5C]"C'mon, Asystole. Let's get that stupid Pokedex or whatever so we can move the hell on."[/color] 

[color=DC2B04]<...Oh dear.>[/color] Asystole hesitated, watching her trainer stalk towards the lab, fists shoved deep in her pockets. This wasn't a regular bad mood; normally, Monday would challenge anyone that so much as made eye contact. The harried little Duskull looked around for a source. 'Denim Fetish' could've triggered it; Monday hated Veteran trainers, but...

Ah. Asystole took one look at the trainer that'd been talking with the Snover's trainer and understood. She floated up to the elegant man and looked him up and down. Definitely a coordinator. Monday [i]despised[/i] coordinators. With a rattling sigh, Asystole gave the man and his pokemon a polite bow before hurrying after her irritated human. She could only hope they didn't run into any more flashy annoyances.