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Guys, going to another state now for my vacation. Peace~
Gray nodded, crossing his arms and glancing up at the large clock that rested on the school's wall. It was getting well into the afternoon, but he had planned on getting to Pewter by the evening time, so he still had a few hours. The boy turned back to Neku, curiosity now tilting at the corners of his eyes. "Yes. Are you here for the same reason?" His eyes turned downwards, towards the Ralts. It didn't look specifically powerful or intimidating, but looks could be deceiving.
Currently, Neku and Gray are both in Pewter City, at the Training School. I believe that Soulless is in the park of Pewter City.

Pokémon-wise, yes, that does seem to be a constant factor. Hm...that could actually come back to hurt him later on. He's not going to specifically focus on one type, but he may be centered around Dark, Dragon, and Ground.
Gray took yet another gulp of his ice-cold water, glancing up through wisping bangs of gray hair. The boy who talked to him seemed to have shocking orange or ginger hair, and a Ralts walked beside him. Interesting..."Yes," He finally spoke, his quiet, stoic voice barely hearable, "They weren't that strong." He tilted his hat downwards, finishing off his bottle of water and standing up. The black and gray-clad boy noticed that he was a bit taller than the other teen. It wasn't that shocking, however. His height was always a bit taller than most children his age.

"I'm guessing that you're going to challenge me as well?" He asked, not really caring either way. His Pokémon weren't tired, and neither was he, although he planned on taking care of the Gym Leader relatively soon, so that he could move on to the next city.
Gray's not unbeatable. He's just...really good at what he does. xD
Hm?
xD Yeah, that's where the 'some find him to be a cold, heartless jerk' part of his personality comes into play. It's really fun RPing as him, that's for sure.
Yeah, sure, Gray's currently in the Trainer's School.
"Geodude, Rock Throw! Sandshrew, Scratch!"

Gray watched as the two Pokémon launched their moves. Geodude punched the concrete, gathering a large rock in his stony hands, and launching it at Nidoran, while Sandshrew rolled towards Gible, claws glowing an eerie white. Gray knew that it wouldn't take him long - at all - to completely slice into these trainers, and he could tell that Nidoran was really, really close to evolving...so the boy opted to quickly knock the Pokémon out.

"...Dragon Rage. Double Kick." He commanded quietly, his voice only reaching his two Pokémon. Nidoran released a shrill cry, leaping into the air and flipping, so that his two back legs slammed against the large boulder. It completely tore through the rock, and Nidoran landed right in front of the Geodude. Another Double-Kick slammed against the rock-type's face, and stone chipped off, as the Geodude was launched backwards and into it's trainer.

Gible, meanwhile, took only a second. It roared, releasing a large blast of Dragon Rage at the rolling Sandshrew, catching it mid-roll and, similarly, sending it flying towards it's trainer, knocked out. The two Lackeys dragged their Leader away, while Gray leaned against the wall, watching another trainer walk up. This one was a female, and she grinned, throwing out a Poke-Ball with an overdramatic flourish.

"Let's Dazzle him, Roselia-!" She began, but was cut off as, Roselia, whom was in the middle of twirling for Gible, was suddenly blasted back into the stone wall due to a Dragon Rage slamming into it's small body. Oddly enough, it wasn't knocked out - just stuck in the wall...but one more Dragon Rage knocked it out fully. The trainer gazed fearfully at Gray, before sniffling and returning her Roselia, running out of the school.

Gray's face stayed carefully stoic as he collected his winnings, after returning his Pokémon. For now, a break. With a grunt, he sat in his winner's circle, taking out a bottle of water.
Gray got multiple looks of caution as he strolled into Pewter. The boy thought for a second, before frowning and gazing back at the citizens with a cold aura. It was because of his clothing. Since he wore a slim, protective black and gray hoodie with a R on the chest, long black and gray gloaves, black pants, boots, and hat, he was seen as a Rocket member by some of the more weaker willed civilians. He wasn't one, however - he wore his clothing in honor of his father, whom he was sure died, like his mother. Not even bothering with commenting on their gazes, Gray entered the Pewter City Pokémon Center.
After quickly healing his two Pokémon, Gray exited the Center, quickly going through his mental map. There was quite a few facilities going throughout the entirety of Pewter City, but one in particular garnered his attention. A Training School...

It only took him a few seconds to find it, and as soon as he entered the School, the boy was pierced with multiple scrutinizing looks. The room was large, with one side dedicated to teaching, and the other side dedicated to battling. There was mostly children his own age there, but there was also a few teenagers and teachers.

"Welcome to the Pewter Training School!" A middle-aged man smiled, walking over to Gray. His nametag read 'Robbie'. Instead of answering, Gray nodded, brushing past the man and heading towards the small battle room. No one was currently battling, so he walked over to one side of the ring. A small group of boys walked to the other side, and Gray tilted his head, silently asking for a battle. It was three guys, and they were all rather tall - maybe around 15 or 16.

"Kid, do you really want to battle us? We're known as The Deviants." The leader asked with a grin, twirling a Poke-Ball between his fingers. Gray didn't reply. In a flash of gray light, both Nidoran and Gible appeared on the field. The leader shook his head, throwing out two Pokémon as well; A Sandshrew, and a Geodude. His two lackeys flanked him.

"Your funeral. Let's go, Geodude, Sandshrew!"

Gray tilted his hat downwards, shading his eyes, while sliding his left hand into his pocket. A chilling smirk appeared, unnoticed on his face.

"...Dominate the fools...Ravage, King."
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