The sun was half-hidden by the horizon by the time their small band of Avatars arrived at Mauville city. Together, they had checked into the festival moments before the stall shut and the officials left. Since it was so late, there wasn’t much sightseeing to be done that night. Aktzin and his Umbreon settled into the hotel room provided, as two of his companions left him behind to take care of ‘business’. 

It wasn’t the first time, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. Even on this trip.

Regardless, he slept soundly and rose late, only waking from slumber early afternoon. Salem had other ideas, and getting her to follow on would take several pokes and prods. After a fair bit of persuasion, the two left the hotel - almost - ready to face the day. Breakfast would have been nice, but they stopped serving it several hours before either of them woke. Yet another strange practise that was lost on Aktzin. Why stop serving food so early?

Heading to the central plaza, the glass roof allowed him to truly appreciate the day. The gaping hole played it’s part as well. It was a bright, sunny, breezy… blistering hot day. How much the sun actually played in his discomfort wasn’t clear, but the sweat on his forehead was there regardless. The real reason was more likely the heavy black leather overcoat he wore. It’s back was blazoned with a large skeletal dragon, coloured teal blue, with harsh bolts flaring from it. To those looking for it, the jacket marked him out as the Avatar of Zekrom and was a gift from a friend. A commissioned piece courtesy of some tailor in Fuschia city given to him by one Drystan Graye. He made some mutterings about carrots and sticks as he handed Aktzin the jacket, although the ex-tribal was too focused on the jacket to listen closely. He had various reasons for following him, but the free goodies were a favourite. 

Wandering around the first green Aktzin had seen since arriving, he smiled to himself. The garden on the roof was his first destination but it was mostly sealed off as a result of some structural damage. [i]Probably those damned terrorists,[/i] he thought to himself. Standing before a large and impressive crystal, the plaque said that it changes colour based on recent events. He wasn’t sure how it worked, but it seemed almost entirely random. Whether that said more about the crystal or recent events remained to be seen. 

For the next little while, Aktzin and Salem wandered the attractions the city had to offer. Various shops selling potions, pokeballs and ribbons. Centres offering battles and training. Even a trip to the local gym - where Zekrom had proved a firm favourite due to the electric currents. Finally, he arriving to sign up for the tournament which someone had moved underground without his knowledge. According to some man on the gate, however, signing up had stopped roughly…

4 hours ago.

”[color=00fffb]Bother[/color]”, Aktzin sighed.

Just then, his stomach began to rumble. City humans had such strict deadlines. Without anyone around to show him the way, and with no idea where his friends had run off to, Aktzin headed off in search of food for himself and Salem. Drystan had listed various foods to try and those to avoid but the names had little meaning to him. A quaint little restaurant was close by and so he decided to try his luck there.