[color=sienna][h2][center]Regan Calhoun[/center][/h2][/color]

[hider=Inventory]GP: 6000
Items: Potion x1, Pokeball x9, [E] Ranger Cap, Rotom Phone[/hider]
[hider=Roster][hider=#1, Kaebe][url=https://i.imgur.com/n5ff3cJ.jpeg]Tyrunt[/url] ♂, Lv 5
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar, Dragon Dance 
Ability: Strong Jaw[/hider]
[hider=#2, Magnemite (guest)]
A, Lv 4
Moves: Tackle, Thundershock, Supersonic[/hider]
[hider=PC]Empty[/hider][/hider]
[@Remram]

Oh, wow. The Rotom Phone was [i]fancy[/i]. She watched as the devicèmon held itself aloft and displayed the information she sought in a way she’d seen on Sci-Fi shows. She marveled softly to herself, briefly, before carrying on.

The restaurant was impressively bland. How’d they manage it? A loud sound from behind the restaurant snapped her out of the eldritch trance she’d been sucked into, after which point she found it easy to keep her eyes away. It was such a bland thing, anyway. Such a great noise was rather concerning, and the aspiring ranger found herself circling behind the restaurant.

She drew her shirt up over her nose as the odor assailed her. It was trash, no mistaking it. The nauseating, moldy pungentness of restaurant trash. She took a moment as she stood before the dumpster, considering how to approach the situation. The smell was awful, Kaebe would hate it. Probably.

Ah.

[color=sienna]“Magnemite.”[/color] Regan let the metal ball without a nose out from its pokeball. If she could get away without alerting whatever was in the trashbin, she would. Surprise attack it, maybe. She pointed up, indicated her eyes, and then pointed to the dumpster. Magnemite, though disappointed that this was not a power plant, nodded to her orders and elevated, to try and peek in on their target.