[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3]Cillian Weiss[/h3][/color]
— Feyhollow Town —[/center]
The alarm on Cillian’s Pokedex blared with annoying clarity, rousing him from his slumber on the left bed. Blinking blearily, Cillian’s newly awakened brain registered his location and the boy in the other bed. 


[color=lightsteelblue]“Morning,”[/color] he yawned to Damian who had sat up in his bed as well. Cillian snagged his clothes from their pile on the sofa, looking to the other boy. [color=lightsteelblue]“Calling the bathroom for five minutes,”[/color] he said, making a dash for the room. 


Five minutes later, Cillian was all ready to go. [color=lightsteelblue]“I’ll find someplace to eat while you get ready,”[/color] Cillian said, brandishing his Pokedex with a grin. [color=lightsteelblue]”I’m in the mood for waffles.”[/color]

[hr]Cillian (HHG): 39+2
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[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color]
— Atana Mountain Range —[/center]
The man gave Shanae a scrutinizing look over the top of his newspaper, a frown on his face as he extracted the pipe from his mouth. “Skilled trainer? Been some time since you’ve been out and about, hasn’t it?”


[color=indianred]“Yes, actually,”[/color] Shanae said, surprised at how quickly the man had placed her. Sure it probably wasn’t hard to tell that she was no longer of beginner rank, but to tell that she was skilled [i]and[/i] hadn’t been training for a while? That took a experienced eye.


“Good to hear,” the man said, groaning and rising from his chair to head to the back of the small shack. After some shuffling noises, the man returned with a metal box of sorts, dropping it on his desk with a heavy thunk. Fidgeting with the lock, the man stuck the pipe in his mouth in frustration and jostled the metal some more. “Give me a minute. Damn thing’s old as can be…”
[hr]Shanae (HHG): 27+1
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