[center][h2][color=E37915]๐“™๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท '๐“‘๐“ต๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป' ๐“’๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ป[/color][/h2] May 7th, 2020, Norilsk, Russia[/center] If the young trainer was honest, he was actually impressed that any of these Earth people were able to keep up with him, Slayer, and Lucky at the front of the running pack, particularly since it would seem that not many of them had a more...physically inclined goal before the completion of the interview. When they reached the end of their run, with no sign of the Ice type they'd come to find in sight, the Sergeant said they would be going home. However when they turned, a Vulpix, from the Alolan Islands if Jason's memory served, greeted them. Before anyone else could move, a girl he'd noticed that Champion watching rushed forwards and flung her pokeball, which popped open almost as fast as it had sucked in the Pokemon. [color=E37915]"Tch, what a joke. Without any kind of Pokemon to help weaken these others, half this group, at least, is still going to be without a partner by the end of this thing. Quel gรขchis."[/color] Lucky tapped his shoulder and he turned to his Lucario, who pointed at the girl who was, herself, from Alola. From day one, the Lucario hadn't trusted or liked her, and the swordsman trusted his partner's opinion. Not to mention that Jason didn't immediately trust her himself, given how openly she distrusted any one who looked like an official from either world. [color=E37915][i]Femme trop suspsiente...[/i][/color] After the Vulpix returned to what could only be assumed to be it's mother, the group returned to the headquarters. While others mingled, he returned all his Pokemon but Slayer, instead drawing his sword and reversing his grip on it so that while the pair sparred, the square edge would be what the Gallade clashed against. The two squared off and, after a moment of no movement on either of their parts, dashed toward each other, exchanging blows at a rapid pace. They didn't care who watched or if anyone did, so long as they didn't try to interfere. [hr] [center][h2][color=C10F0F]๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’• '๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’…๐’Š' ๐‘ฏ๐’–๐’๐’•[/color][/h2] May 7th, 2020, Norilsk, Russia[/center] The moment the Ice type had revealed itself, Forest moved forwards towards it, a Pokeball in his hand. However, the goth girl with way too much personality for one beat him to it. Of course he wouldn't get to it first, that kind of thing wasn't in his future. [color=C10F0F][i]Unless it's a mushroom that I then proceed to fail to catch. Which...is honestly also my luck.[/i][/color] The Vulpix broke out shortly after going into the ball though, and the girl, after an impassioned speech, threw a second ball. He honestly had to laugh at the way the little fox avoided it and shook his head. Well, the ex-Guardsman wasn't the only one with shitty luck. Soon enough, what could be assumed to be the Vulpix's mother called for it and the Sergeant, after stopping the idiot who'd been complaining before, took them back to the HQ. As soon as he was in the door, he bolted to his room and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt before grabbing his .45 and the cleaning kit. Typically he wouldn't have brought it with him on a trip like this, but given that wild Pokemon weren't the only things living out here and in the other wildernesses they'd be going to, he wasn't taking any chances. Course, the Sergeant had been clear he wasn't to have it on him except on down time, but he wasn't sure he needed it then. A few minutes after he started cleaning it, one of the trainers, the one with the sword, and his Gallade started...[color=C10F0F]"Are they sparring? Holy shit, that's intense!"[/color]