[h1][color=2e8b57]Isla Gill[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=2e8b57]Mentions:[/color] [@Pyromania99] [@PKMNB0Y] [@XxFellsingxX] [@Savo] [color=2e8b57] Location:[/color] Byjerlfal City Docks[/sub]

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[/list][color=2e8b57]Inventory:[/color] 1000p[list]
1 x Potion
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[quote][i]"Richard and Isla alright, got it."

"Oh, and this is Aster!"[/i][/quote]
Isla watched as the Aipom perched atop the girl’s head gave a little wave, and for some reason or another just gave a slight, little wave back to the small Pokemon. There was something cute about it, though she could recall somewhere in her studies that that specific Pokemon was a tricksy sort, inclined for jokes and sorta…thievery? Maybe it just is when they don’t intend on giving things back. She hadn’t ever dealt with a mean-spirited Pokemon like that which had more human in it than most, but those definitely did exist somewhere, with some trainers, if they didn’t exist like that on their own. She huffed out a bit at the thought, dismissing it away. Things to learn in the future, that’s all it was, and for the time being she could keep one slight eye on the Pokemon she didn’t know. At least the trainer seemed OK.

Folding her arms as the trio began to make its way over, she could see another guy approach closer. Must be another one of the new hires, then, she thought. He was pretty tall, though, lanky as can be with a dead stare and a way of moving that just sort said a hostility to Isla. She’d seen that sort of walk before, at the trainer tower, with the ones who thought they not only were good enough to beat everyone but also that they were [i]destined[/i] for it. She hoped that was wrong. What was a little pinprick of movement about his head, a trick of the light maybe, soon was a small Pokemon in the shape of a…a phone? Isla stared for a second, wracking her head for what the heck that could be. Nothing really came to mind, though. What was it? The guy took the Pokemon in his hand, though, and started taking pictures left and right of…she couldn’t really tell from where she was at.

Of course, some others approaching threw themselves into the forefront of attention and Camila’s introduction soon dropped from Isla’s attention. The Captain, she recognized him when they’d first boarded, and someone else…maybe the other trainer he’d been battling? Isla didn’t recognize him, though the remnants of the passengers made comments here, there, that made her feel like she [i]should[/i] know who he was. Valarie’s contest stars, one of them had said…who was Valarie again? Isla really didn’t know. Gym leaders and above hierarchies, maybe? She knew they did those a little bit different to back home, though then again Kanto wasn’t exactly ‘back home’. He didn’t seem to like the attention though, and she caught him leaving. Of course, the Captain didn’t make much of it.

[quote][i]“Surprisingly one to shy away from the limelight, eh? Captain Tuule, at your service. How was the trip if I may inquire? Any complaints? Ah, and before I forget again, lass. You must be Camila. Camphors said good things about you. Here, Camphor’s delivery. Be sure this gets to her.”[/i][/quote]
Isla watched as a little box was handed over to the assistant, a bit of a whisper between the two that she couldn’t quite catch, though looking over she couldn’t help but catch the taller guy…seeming to have a crisis of faith? Some sort of concern? He didn’t look outwardly well. What’d set him off? Isla wasn’t sure of that either as the guy seemed to shake his thoughts away and return back to reality.

[quote][i]"Ah! Captain! Yes, I am the new assistant. H-has she said good things about me? I'm glad to hear it then."

"I shall keep it safe. With that in mind...Come now, new workers. We should get going. You guys can ask me questions along the way if you want."[/i][/quote]
Isla paused, waiting for someone else to ask a question before she felt she could just ask her own question, “What’s the professor like, exactly?”