[center][h2][color=E37915]𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 '𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻' 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓻[/color][/h2]
May 4th, 2020, Norilsk Airport, 14:00 Local Time[/center]

If Jason were to ever be forced with choosing between Paris and France, or this god-forsaken country, France would win every time. He made sure that he'd done up the heavy jacket he'd bought properly again before muttering to himself. [color=E37915]"Pourquoi les gens vivent-ils dans ces conditions volontairement..."[/color] He had almost wholeheartedly embraced the French language, taking time to learn the English language only in so much that most everyone they would meet would at the very least have a basic understanding of it. He appraised those around him, noting they were all trainers as well, and pretty sure that, at some point in his hunt for the legendary Latios, he had met some of them.

Still, as he adjusted his sword on his hip so he could sit more comfortably, he kept to himself, allowing Lucky out to get a feel for the auras of those around him. Rowan came in some time after and informed them that their human charges, and soon to be counterparts, would be arriving soon. He left shortly after and, after some hushed discussion amongst the others, several trainers headed outside, Jason among them. [color=E37915][i]No harm in meeting them. Always good to know who could be tripping into my way once I set off to see if Latios is in this world.[/i][/color] He observed the Russian drill sergeant yell at them and then waited, watching the two groups begin to mingle.

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[center][h2][color=C10F0F]𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 '𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊' 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕[/color][/h2]
May 4th, 2020, Norilsk Airport, 14:00 Local Time[/center]

Even as the buses pulled up, Forest knew what they were. Not only that, he was having flashbacks to when he'd gone to Fort Sill for his own basic training. Course, that had been in hot and humid Oklahoma, this was nice, frozen and freezing Russia. Which was NOT a trade up if he was being honest. The ride had been uneventful, going from the airport to their temporary home for the week. Disembarking was quick enough, but the moment he stepped on the line, he snapped to attention, knowing what was coming.

And sure enough, the man started in on the classic drill sergeant shout, though it was with a heavy Russian accent. They were told what they needed to know and shown where they were staying, and then the man left. The group of people behind him were hesitant for all of ten seconds before they moved towards the people of Group 3. Forest himself hung back a bit, trying to get a feel for who they were before he spotted the pokeballs. From there and with a grin, he just tried to find one he was OK with talking to.