If the other Pokémon had noticed Team Breakwater, then they hadn’t cared. The group was here to train, not to gawk or size up theoretical competition before they had hit their peak. The field [i]was[/i] big enough for both after all.

Wattrel changed that. The team seemed to look with uncanny coordination at the Wattrel. They all stared at him for a moment, not in distaste or anger, but warily. Such a loud noise put them on edge.

The hariyama eventually guffed out a low, gutter growl to his party, a scabbard locking shut on a hastily drawn blade. Sawk seemed penitent for his rude stare and renewed his Kata from the beginning. Hariyama patted the Nuzleaf on the back with a loud thud. The Nuzleaf let his glare linger for a bit longer before he turned away. The Ledian was the last to look away, offering a polite wave to the bird up high.

The trainer seemed oblivious to all of this, her face sinking into a deep frown at the basic answer that he gave her. Luckily, Kaius added a small addendum to his previous statement, and her frown completely reversed. She watched him assemble his team, marveling at the soldiers he had honed his team into. She looked back at her own team, watching Ledian overextend a punch and nearly topple head over heels. Seeing her Hariyama struggle with another push-up. Her enthusiasm for Team Breakwater dampered slightly, her bright smile wavering momentarily. 

Having not expected such a quick response, the tall woman prepared to call out to her own team but before she had a chance, Kaius seemed to already have a solution.

[color=blue]”you already know where it is, don’t you”[/color]

His abra seemed to knwo exactly where the rabbit was. His finger pointed towards the perfect hiding place. The woman shot of glare at the patch of land, but turned to look at Kaius, letting her eyes linger on his for a moment too long. The emerald colored eyes of the woman burned with a seemingly ceaseless fire, a warrior spirit vainly concealed behind pleasantries and casual conversation.

“Thank you so much” She offered a slight bow with the comment before she trudged towards the bushes with growing fury.

She plucked a raboot out of the bushes by the back of their jacket.  The Raboot had a bag of chips that it dropped but it made no move to escape and instead just accepted it’s fate. There was no indication of guilt on it’s face either.

“Where did you get these? You know Professor Hazel has you on a strict diet!” She barked her frustrations at the Raboot like a scolding mother. The Raboot rolled it’s eyes, only furthering the anger of their trainer. The massive woman dropped them to the ground, nudging them forward his their foot.

“That’s it, young lady! I don’t care if we end up missing class, you’re making up for lost time! 3, no, 4 mile run! Right now! March!”

A vein was starting to bulge out on her forehead from anger, the more she talked she louder her already booming voice became. The raboot sighed but started off on a run. The tall woman started after her but stopped when they neared the other trainer.

“Thank you for your help” She offered, letting out an exasperated sigh before offering a hand to shake.
“I’m Val by the way. I have to say, it seems like you’ve got a good grasp on your team”

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The young boy looked pained when Lucida passed up his morning meal, but that was quickly replaced by her pragmatic response. She was right, and though it could be discouraging to be denied her comments seemed to spark enough joy to replace the sad smile on his face with a more genuine, albeit thin smile.

“A potluck sounds great!” He chimed in quickly.
“Maybe one of these days I can get a list of ingredients from everyone and try to head in land for them?” The idea was already filling him with energy, and he hopped off the counter as if ready to go and find everyone, but stifled his restlessness by the time Lucida had turned the conversation to him. 

“Yeah, the bed was nice” He offered plainly, but after a short pause he let his real feelings out.
“I sort of miss sleeping under the stars though, just me and my pokemon and Nature, you know?” He said, the nostalgic comment sounding wistful, like he still missed it.
“I’ll get use to it. At least this place still has a lot of untamed land for me to explore” He added that last bit with a bit of a chuckle.

Just then, the door to one of the other dorms opened and shut, and the young man perked up. Another trainer entered the main room, this one being a fair skinned girl with long green hair. The boy waved to her enthusiastically, like seeing a second face today provided more energy than his meal. 
“Good morning!”

His smile faltered for a moment as another person scorned his morning meal, but by now he had come to terms with the reasonable presumption that this was a breakfast he would like, and not everyone would feel the same. He eyed her morning meal curiously, only for her to comment on the food he had prepared.

“Oh, I made it for everyone, feel free to take a bowl” He added, gesturing to one of the various uneaten bowls. The teddiursa had picked up a second one now and was currently scooping it’s contents into it’s mouth with a clawed hand.
“I picked some berries from the garden earlier, and used some of Combee’s honey to add some flavor” He said, before letting his eyes flicker to Lucida then to the other guest.
“Oh, we were talking about maybe doing a potluck at some point. Do you think you’d be interested?”

[hr]

The hot springs where an open area, with sweat lodges and saunas nearby in smaller rooms. Despite the early morning sky still above them the area emanated enough steam to obscure it.

The snoring was bordering on rancorous once Jordan entered the area, this close she could see the water was vibrating with the phlegmy snores coming from their culprit: a massive blue bear currently submerged out to its waist in the water. Sitting, or more accurately slumped over, the snorlax’s massive, fluffy gut was a chubby young man in nothing but swimming trunks, nuzzled into the massive pokemon like it was a water bed. The two of them were snoring in unison, but Snorlax lived up to its namesake.

The laughter, however, petered off, but a silloihette in the steamy mist remained, peeking out form behind one of the saunas. There was a feint red glow around the silhouette