[color=darkturquoise][h3]Devon Lyton[/h3][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=yellow]Shock the Ampharos[/color], [color=cyan]Cyan the Marill[/color], [color=orangered]Quill the Monferno[/color], [color=DarkOrchid]Missy the Mismagius[/color], [color=fc3862]Nasir the Zoroark[/color]
[b][Route 701 - Pokémon Center][/b]

[@Ninian][@Shiny Keldeo][@Sketcher]
The experienced Trainer gave a dismissive wave to Olivier's apology. [color=darkturquoise]"Ah it's ok. Not everyday you meet a talking Pokémon right?"[/color] A small delicate voice turned Devon's head downwards as he looked upon what appeared to be a waddling white cloth with a spiked green cap. A curious smile came over his face as Nasir's translated the Ralts' tiny words. [color=darkturquoise]"Oh, ok. Sure. I've never really seen a Ralts up close."[/color] 

Crouching down to the ground, the Sinnoh native reached out and put his hands on Libra's waist. Lifting the short Psychic upwards as he stood up and pulled him close to somewhat cradle the mon. [color=darkturquoise]"Ok, one thing I always wondered....Where are your eyes man?"[/color] The brown haired boy questioned as he peered down at the Ralts. Soon spotting the bottom of the small creatures eyes he grinned. [color=darkturquoise]"Oh, there they are. Under your little cap thing. That's really cool little dude. I always thought that Pokémon with natural kinda clothing were neat."[/color]

Celes' continued pouting did nothing to raise Devon's spirits, and the teen frowned as she released her snake-like dragon and proceeded to remain angry. Even after the Dratini tried to convince her as well. [color=darkturquoise][i]Aw man, Celes....[/i][/color]

Missy looked between both Mist and Nasir, crossing her wispy arms as she looked over at the tiny blonde with a disturbed frown. [color=DarkOrchid]<I'm certain she'll be in higher spirits in the morning. That encounter was alot to take in for such a young child, and It seems that Ranulf's hasty actions intensified her distress...>[/color] 

Still cradling Libra while petting the Ralts' green cap lightly, Devon's head turned towards the door when a vaguely familiar voice. [color=darkturquoise][i]It's that guy from earlier!....Damn, I guess he drove them off.....[/i][/color] Listening intently to the older Trainer who he now knew was named Brooks, the scarred teenager placed Libra back on the ground near his feet and snorted. Crossing his arms with an annoyed glare. [color=darkturquoise]"Great, so they really are another stupid terrorist team....What I don't get is why they keep trying. If it didn't work in one region, it isn't gonna work in any of the other ones."[/color]

Sighing, he directed his gaze towards the denim clad man. [color=darkturquoise]"How did those other encounters with them play out? They try the same shit? Stealing rare Pokémon?"[/color]

The other Pokémon down on the floor appeared to be engaging in a conversation of their own. Missy looked away for a moment, seemingly paused in thought before she lowered herself to the floor and bowed to the other mon. [color=DarkOrchid]<Hello. Turtwig and Glameow correct? I am Missy. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance>[/color]