[h3][color=e4add5]Celes Elwyn[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=f2b56f]Ranulf the Dragonite[/color], [color=a6bfe4]Mist the Dratini[/color]

[b][Route 701 - Pokémon Center][/b]

[@Shiny Keldeo][@Light Lord][@Sketcher]
Celes and Ranulf didn't make it to the Pokémon Center. Instead, the two were in a heated screaming match in the woods surrounding the Center. 

[color=e4add5]"They could be dead for all you know!"[/color] The small girl began shouting at her Dragonite.

Putting a paw to his forehead, his thick arms pointed towards the Center. [color=f2b56f]<They're fine. I heard them arrive a few moments ago. We can go inside and see if that would make you feel better.>[/color]

Tears streaming down her features she continued shrieking, [color=e4add5]"They [i]could[/i] have died!"[/color]

Hanging his head, the Dragonite let out a grunt, [color=f2b56f]<They had their Pokémon partners helping them. With such a potent distraction by the Mismagius, I was hardly able to even move myself. They were in no danger. In fact, I was lucky enough to even be able to find [i]you[/i].>[/color]

Pounding her fists into the Dragonite's large belly, Celes shrieked while sobbing, [color=e4add5]"Well, NEXT TIME we're not just leaving them, okay!? Either you grab all of us, or you grab none of us!"[/color] Making a final punch to the large Dragon-type's gut, Celes stormed off, making her way inside of the Pokémon Center. 

Taking a seat, she pouted. Seeing that everyone was seemingly all right, or at least in the condition she last remembered, she let out an annoyed, yet apologetic huff, [color=e4add5]"Sorry Ranulf's a meanie-face."[/color]

[h3][color=fbf374]Olivier Laine[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=b4f694]Libra the Ralts[/color]

[b][Route 701 - Pokémon Center][/b]

[@Sketcher][@Shiny Keldeo][@Light Lord]
The doors flung open, and Olivier's gaze immediately darted towards the source. Young Trainers, but one held an exceptionally rare Pokémon. [color=fbf374][i]....did they find one hurt?[/i][/color] His gaze fell upon the pink-haired woman whom appeared to be more shocked at the Pokémon's condition than its presence. Perhaps that was simply how a Pokémon nurses' mindset worked. 

Once the newcomers sat down, the blonde's watched as they seemingly spoke about whatever had just happened. Finally, his attention shifted back to those he had been speaking with previously. [color=fbf374]"Shaymin... yes, it would seem that way. I wonder how one managed to get here of all places?"[/color]

As Olivier talked to no one really in particular, the tiny Ralts took Michael's words as a compliment, making his way over to him. Beaming up at the young Trainer, he gave a small boy before looking back at the other group, giving a nod to Striker. [color=b4f694]<Oh! I hope everyone is well rested in the morning. Do please give Maya my regards...>[/color]

It seemed everyone was as surprised as Oliver was. Looking over to Wye, he shot the older Trainer an apologetic glance, [color=fbf374]"I can't say I'm too surprised. Well, then, there's a few hours left until it's—"[/color]

In stormed another girl. Pausing, he stared at her with a befuddled expression. After a few blank moments he mused to himself, [color=fbf374][i]...is everything all right?[/i][/color]