[color=40E0D0][center][h3][i]Haze Kanoa[/i][/h3][/center][/color]

[color=40E0D0]"This Machamp looks roughed up, is he hurt?” … "Are you alright?”[/color] Haze pressed again with her most earnest attempt at being patient. The Machamp suddenly grew embarrassed and and Haze looked at him sympathetically. She didn't mean to seismic toss all consideration out the window. This was her first meeting with a third-tier evolution, and one of the first to be documented at that. Haze should have known better than to bruise the fabled pride a Machamp takes in its physical condition.

Sugar pieced together the situation. To be sure, Haze didn't have much to offer in the ways of reasoning out what had happened, but she knew what she wanted to do next.

[color=pink]“Oh, Garscon recognises you!”[/color]

The colour suddenly drained from her face. She tried to imagine a tall figure or hulking mass of muscle at one of the parties she hosted. A few Coordinators and guests fit that build, including one with striking patterns on his face. No, this was a silly thought trail, Haze thought, as he was surely meaning The Lucky Catch.

[colour=40E0D0]"That's right," she recovered. "I... Uh, my boss is a big fan of your cooking”[/colour] The response from Sugar reassured her. It was hard to know these days, who was a rabid netizen wanting a million pictures and videos and exclusives, and who was a normal, decent person. Seeing how well this Machamp behaved and was cared for, Sugar seemed like the latter.

[color=pink]“Aw, I’m so gl… Wait a second, I can’t help but think this sure ain’t the time for chatter. I reckon, we ought to find out what’s going on.”[/colour]

[color=00a651]"Yo... wazzup..."[/color]

Before she could suggest anything, a greeting straight out of a high-school movie entered the space. Without turning her head, she flicked her eyes to a side to observe the newcomer. He was tall, dark and spectacled, backed by a very brave looking hound. Although she knew nothing of this man, she knew the breed of mon at his side, and how picky they were with whom they entrusted their loyalty to. Greeting aside, that alone bode well for him, and based on this detail she tilted her head, and her attention towards him.

[color=00a651]"Are you two doing alright? You look awful...[/color]

Oh...

[color=00a651]"Ah, not in that way! Just physically! I mean mentally! Both are actually looking pretty bad."[/color]

...No, he didn't.

[color=00a651]"But I mean, no one looks good in situations like this anyways."[/color] 

The moment the newcomer's chocolate-brown tresses tossed with a chuckle, Haze rounded on him with a hand on her hip and head cocked to a side, ready to relay a response. A glimmer distracted her in a familiar way, and at once she noticed the one she had glimpsed before, with the suit of legendary birds on his shoulders. He made his way through the awakening crowd, waving, and offered comments that diffused Haze's reaction. A giggle tumbled forward quicker than she could repress it, and a rise of bashfulness quickly followed.

[color=orange]"Speaking of which..."[/color] He presented a business card, his details in crimson. Haze took it in two fingers, memorised his name and title, and flicked it towards Sugar with a flourish of her wrist. As he offered an introduction and quizzed about the collective nightmare they just shared, she gave him a once-over. It was now understood why his clothes fit just right and shone as brilliantly as they did. He was a tailor. Hopefully his eye was just as sharp for this situation.

[color=40E0D0]"Time has moved and those masked people are likely behind it. We need to find the captain,"[/color] Haze stated in a flat tone. Her eyes flicked to the Stoutland standing loyally at his trainer's heel. [color=40E0D0]"You, Specks, could your Pokemon pick up the scent of those who were in the judge's booth?"[/color] 

She looked at the young man a little longer, noticing his grey eyes behind the spectacles, and realised he, too, was from The Lucky Catch. Quite the coincidence. He and Sugar should know where the Captain's Quarters were, or the types of staff who might know where to find them. Again, a thought of food pulled her closer to that maelstrom of hunger. It was him who dispatched her order right before this calamity happened. An order Checkers chewed through in record time. [i][color=40E0D0]"Darn that rascal"[/color][/i]