A man came in not long after the four had to explain the situation. "Afternoon trainers. I'm just going to quickly brief you on the situation out here. I'm sure you are all wondering why the military had to call in civilian trainers like yourselves. Well it's simple really. This cult has an army of their own and many ancient weapons at their disposal practically made for the defense of that spire. We didn't want it to come to this, but it is what it is. We don't have the manpower on our own, so it has to be done. Now, you are squad thirty-two. You will work together and stick together on and off the battlefield. We are not however going to be using you as a military squad. Organized conflicts just turn into chaos out there, and we figure trainers like you would be better off making your own decisions anyways. It would be best if you pick a squad leader amongst yourselves. You will be heading out in the morning. From there you're free to fight as you wish. We don't have any specific objective yet other than defeat as many cultists as you can, and if possible gather information. How do we get into the spire, how do we stop it. Anything helps."

He looked around for a moment before clearing his throat. There is a battle room down the hall, first left, at the end of that hall. It's open to use at any time and can accommodate up to six battles at once. It's designed for squads to go against one another at the same time, but single trainer-on-trainer battles are encouraged too." He nodded before finishing. "Meals in the mess hall down the hall, end of the all on the first right. If you go back the way you came in there is an office behind the stage. The General is inside and can answer any questions you might have. Through the door directly at the end of this hall, well... only one place left. No-man's-land is beyond those doors, and a constant conflict. Stand strong, stand together, and be safe." He saluted them before turning, heading off to brief the next room of trainers.

Bell had taken a bed as secluded from the others as she could. No that she didn't like the or anything, she just wasn't used to people. She was honestly a little afraid of them. Strong trainers who had come to stop the end of the world, putting their lives on the line to protect everything they loved. Whatever their reason, Bell was there too... but she couldn't possibly compare to them. She was just an average trainer, with average Pokemon. She was afraid she would be dead before the sun went down the next day. 

She pulled a Pokeball from her bag and opened it, releasing her Espeon. Her smallest Pokemon seemed suitable for the time being, so she wouldn't get in the way of others. Bell got up onto the bed and curled up, wrapping one arm around her knees while petting her Espeon with her free hand. She didn't seem to notice the others, distracted by her own thoughts.