[h3][color=e4add5]Celes Elwyn[/color], [color=fbf374]Olivier Laine[/color], and [color=fc3862]Nasir the Zoroark[/color][/h3][b]Team Celes:[/b] [color=f2b56f]Ranulf the Dragonite[/color], [color=a6bfe4]Mist the Dratini[/color]
[b]Team Olivier:[/b] [color=b4f694]Libra the Ralts[/color]

[b][Route 701 - Pokémon Center][/b]

[@Shiny Keldeo][@Light Lord]
Nasir raised a brow at his Trainer's words, [color=fc3862]"...Another member of our team? I suppose... all right, I understand. I will rest up."[/color] With those words said, the Zoroark followed his Trainer wherever he planned to go for the evening. 

The green-haired girl's words did little to ease Celes, but she gave a small nod, speaking softly. [color=e4add5]"...I guess you're right. I'll... go fetch him, I guess..."[/color] Her words said one thing, but her movements said another. 

[h3][color=f2b56f]Ranulf the Dragonite[/color][/h3][b][Route 701 - Pokémon Center][/b]

[@Shiny Keldeo]
Seeing Brooks leave the center piqued Ranulf's interest. At least, it was the only interesting thing going on that evening, outside. Still, he hadn't decided upon what he was going to say to Celes. Watching the man approach a bush, the silhouette of a Pokémon visible. It was nothing Ranulf had ever seen before, and apparently, the man's words were directed at him. Pointing to himself, he raised a brow, [color=f2b56f]<...Me? ...I suppose?>[/color]

Once the mysterious Pokémon and Trainer finished conversing, the Dragonite slowly made his way towards the group. [color=f2b56f]<I don't mean to intrude upon your conversation, but... This Team Royal Skies... that's the group that hurt that... Grass-type from earlier? Shaymin I believe you said?>[/color]

[h3][color=#FFCC66]Pent Faraday[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=#46bddf]Shinon the Lucario[/color], [color=#A0E6FF]Aenir the Froslass[/color], [color=#CEC8EF]Jill the Skarmory[/color]

[b][Viore International Airport][/b]

[@Ophidian]
Looking over his shoulder, the professor let out a sigh. [color=#FFCC66]"So this was... not in fact a hallucination. You did... actually steal whatever it was you used on me. Ah... dear."[/color] Closing his eyes, a groan escaped his lips, [color=#FFCC66]"Right... well... I do not normally condone this sort of behavior, but you did likely save my life, and you did at least... help me, considerably. I ... owe you. Quite a bit..."[/color]

Pausing, Pent let out a reluctant sigh. [color=#FFCC66]"...The longer I stew on this, the worse chance you have. So yes, you should... probably make your way out of town. I believe I mentioned before, but you can always leave me at any moment. Though I do, truly owe you..."[/color]

Pondering for a moment he continued, [color=#FFCC66]"I believe the closet route is south, though I'll eventually need to head north, that said I do not believe you can simply head north... there's that large mountain..."[/color] Catching himself, he continued, [color=#FFCC66]"Right... babbling... apologies."[/color]