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Sergei Samsonov

New Amber Town
@void liege@ninian@experiment 249@Shiny Keldeo

Sergei blinked a couple of times, just staring a bit confusedly at this Leopold fellow. He honestly had no idea what this man was talking about. Fashion genius? Had this been about his clothes? Sergei had to admit, he had never given much thought to his clothes, except for the hat which was just something he held near to him for no real good reason. Acting? Did he think Sergei was putting on an act? The Snowpointian panicked a little in his head, was this guy trying to tell him that Sergei was overcompensating for something? The immediate reaction was more anger, as this seemed like the work of some body subtly messing with Sergei. But he stopped himself, maybe this guy was just a bit of an eccentric. There were more than a handful of them up in northern Sinnoh. He had settled on the courteous approach, but before Sergei could even think to introduce himself, he felt a hand slam down on his shoulder.

It was the rude girl from before. She spouted something about how the two of them needed to get going, and then whispered in his ear about how she was doing this as a favor to Sergei. As if he believed that for a moment seeing how she had acted before. That iron grip not doing her any favors either. However, there were options to be weighed, Sergei could either sit here talking to Leopold for god knows how long, or leave now and possibly never see anyone here again. Given the option of groups or no groups, it should be obvious which one Sergei was going with.

"Yes, yes! I am so sorry for interruption. It was all big misunderstanding, I thought you were much angrier than you actually seem." Sergei shook the Duskull girl's hand off his shoulder, and reached out to offer a courteous handshake. No reason to leave on too sour of a note. "I am Sergei. Sergei Samsonov. But my friend is uh. Right. We should leave."

That's when yet another man arrived on the scene. This one a veteran, easily recognizable by the six polished Pokeballs gleaming on his belt, not to mention the way which he talked. It had the hint of arrogance that inspired both awe and a bit of loathing in Sergei. He said a few words about how trainers should meet to become friends, or rivals, but not enemies. Sergei shrugged it off, philosophical differences he supposed as he wasn't buying it. Not only that but he swore the man, like most others, give a confused glance at his outfit. Sergei had to admit he was sweating like a pig at this point. He hadn't counted on being outside for this long. He wiped off his face with his hands, though it didn't do much good in terms of keeping himself cool.

Moroza however, was feeling just fine in the weather. She laughed a bit at the Dragonite's concern <I wouldn't worry. I think he's feeling the heat, but the guy is tough as nails. He'll take it off when he needs to.> The winter Pokemon just sort of shrugged, <Fights, fights, fights. Sometimes I wonder who are the more volatile ones, the trainers or the Pokemon? The new guy has the right idea over here. We should have a big battle! Been too long since I've been in a good scrap.

Sergei however, had no will to stick around for much longer. He adjusted his unshanka, and began to take off his coat. As if coincidentally on cue with his Pokemon's point. "I don't know about you all but I am ready to start being a trainer here." He started, not loudly enough to be addressed to the group, but not really to anyone in particular either. "For that. I need a new Pokedex, so I am off to go find where that may be. At this lab right? Moroza are you ready to go?" The Snover gave a quick hop in affirmation.

"The let's get moving"
Back to the land of the living!
I'll post shortly this afternoon
Wew. Not the reaction I was expecting there Leo, going to leave Sergei pretty flustered actually

Anyway, today is a special occasion for one of my friends, so I'm going to be spending most of the evening getting absolutely smashed with him. I'll try to get a post up today, but no promises. Sorry for slowing things down a bit.
Yup. That's exactly what I did. Decided to make Sergei's accent thick rather than slight too.
Sergei Samsonov

New Amber Town
@void liege@ninian@experiment 249

Sergei hated large groups.

He didn't really know what it was about them. Perhaps it was just a kind of natural misanthropy he always had, or maybe so many people in one place reminded him of being bullied in the schoolyard when he was a kid. Regardless this crowd of people gathered around the girl and her Dragonite was leaving a bitter taste in Sergei's mouth, though he was trying his best to hide his discomfort behind a stone expression. Of course he had half a mind to call things off and just walk away here and now, it wouldn't be hard to just slip away through the doors of the Pokemon Center. However that was looking less and less like an option, as there was practically an itemized list of people he had to deal with at this point.

First of all there was the rude girl, while she was probably about to launch into some tirade in attempt to get Sergei's blood boiling, she was distracted again by the need to insult the large orange dragon that could probably crush her in a moment. While Sergei could have butted in with a lesson on what the thing was capable of another Trainer, one older and more experienced as evidenced by the Blaziken at his side was doing that for him.

Then there was the young girl with the Dragonite. She seemed to be talking to the thing, as in actually having a conversation, not just working off of gestures. She was either crazy, or a witch. Sergei wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't sit well with him. The Dragonite also was looking directly at him, that didn't sit well with the Sinnohian either. He gave a curt nod back to the Pokemon, hoping it meant well. Moroza was much less intimidated, with the usual swagger about her, she walked up to the Dragonite and Duskull.

<Hey big guy, how's it goin'?> She said, giving short salute to the Dragonite. To the humans around it sounded like a strange whistling sound, perhaps like wind moving through a frozen forest. The Snover then turned to the Duskull <And you! Boy you got the short end of the stick huh? And I thought Sergei could be a wet blanket sometimes, but your trainer takes the cake!>

Sergei sighed, he supposed with Moroza interacting with the other Pokemon he'd be stuck here at least for a while longer. He could never get too mad at the Snover, but still cursed her curiosity sometimes. It wasn't all bad however, Sergei wasn't ready to leave quite yet. The third person he had to deal with was the bastard shooting him the hateful glares. He wasn't even part of the group that had gathered around the Pokemon center, yet soon after Sergei made his remarks he spotted him. The guy was decked out in pricey clothes, and just from looking at him you could tell he had lived an easy life. Sergei hated people like that, but was willing to let it pass until he saw the young man mouth a very audible "Eugh". Sometimes it's the little things that can set a person off.

Still Sergei maintained his usual cold composure as he watched the trainer walk into the group and start schmoozing with the others. Particularly the older one with the Blaziken, and the woman with the Snivy. But conversations didn't really matter once Sergei was dead set on something, neither did age. This guy had several years on him and parents told him to respect his elders, but Sergei never think being older was any reason to assume somebody was his better. Instead he kept his glare dead set on this Leopold guy, hoping that if the he did turn around he'd catch it.

"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt." Sergei said to the other two trainers, he didn't have any qualms or cares for them. Her turned back to Leopold, his accent thick "I saw you giving leer back there. Do you have problem?"
Damn it man. I was about to post Sergei's confrontation with you haha
Ah well, time to re edit it.
Wow that was a lot people getting in Sergei's business real fast, also a lot of people hating on his style real fast. Love the line "The most boring blizzard of all time" though.

@Experiment 249 You'll have to drag him into a mall, much less a clothing store. I'm absolutely serious

@Ophidian I wish I could say more besides just come to the Pokemon center because it seems that's where just about everyone is, but I am traditionally really bad at ideas for first interactions. That being said I'm sure some shit will go down there to give you ample opportunity for a stylish entrance. I was going to say more but I literally got beaten to the punch as I was making this post
Sergei Samsonov

New Amber Town
@void liege@ninian

Welcome to Viore! If You Are a Trainer and This is Your First Time Here, Head to Professor Maple's Laboratory at the Farthest North Side of Town!

Sergei looked blankly at the flashing digital sign, it was the usual expression on his face. "Well then, at least they're to the point about it." He thought, giving a slight shrug as he began following the crowds of people towards the exit. They were certainly right to put up such an unavoidable message, Sergei has scarcely seen so many trainers packed into one place. Maneuvering through the crowds Sergei found himself leaving the terminal and entering baggage claim. There were certainly plenty of fresh trainers around him, kids who probably didn't have anything more than a Rattatta or Bidoof to their name, but also a good few veterans as well. One with an Ampharos, Monferno, Marrill and Mismagius caught his eye, so many strong Pokemon, it would take days upon days of training to challenge a trainer such as that. Other Trainers weren't hard to spot, they had a certain odd look about them after all, Sergei only assumed this got weirder as they became more experienced. Then again Sergei's appearance hadn't really changed at all since starting out. Same ratty clothes, same worn hat, did that mean he hadn't really progressed as a trainer? Sergei shook his head as he approached the exit of the airport. His brain was concocting a stupid superstition and he wasn't going to fall for it.

Thankfully without any stowed bags to his name, the Snowpoint native was able to quickly make his way out, the large groups of people thinning as he left the airport. Sergei could feel himself sweating a bit underneath the jacket, but didn't bother changing his clearly out of season attire just yet. The climate here was much warmer than he was used to, even when he left for southern Sinnoh it scarcely got this hot. Making his way down the main road, Sergei pulled out a wrinkled and folded piece of paper which unfurled into a map of New Amber Town, something he had picked up in Veilstone Airport for safekeeping. He also drew after some digging, a small red and white ball with a white sticker on it. Pushing the button in its center, the pokeball expanded and upon throwing opened to release it's resident in a flash of light.

"Let's go Moroza." He said in an uncharacteristically warm way, it was a tone he would scarcely take with other people. Besides maybe his parents. The Snover puffed out its chest proudly upon materializing, but almost on beat made a kind of whistling noise as it wiped its brow in an exaggerated manner. Plants don't sweat, but she got the point across to Sergei. [color=fff79a]"Yes, I know. I'm not the biggest fan of how not-cold it is either. I suppose we'll just have to deal, eh?" Moroza nodded, almost on instinct as a response to one of its trainer's questions. Sergei turned back to his map and began walking, the Snover plodding along behind cheerfully.

"Now let's see." Sergei muttered under his breath, "If I want to get to the Lab I'll need to go past the Pokemon center and..." A quick realization dawned on him, "Чёрт. I have to let my parents know I made it." The teenager didn't own a cell phone, his parents couldn't afford one, but what he did know was that there should be a pay-phone in the Pokemon Center. Or at the very least a PC he could email from. Luckily for Sergei, the way there didn't even need a detour from the lab for him.

Approaching the lab left him with quite the sight however. A young girl with a Dragonite quite clearly in her possession and a couple of older trainers gathered around her. Sergei was floored. Either the girl was not the age she looked, or she really did have a Dragonite on her team. He'd be lying if he didn't feel a bit of anger and jealousy as well, he had trained hard every day while this girl had been handed a Dragonite on a silver platter. Maybe he shouldn't assume such things, but he still gritted his teeth in all too familiar disdain, perhaps out of habit. That was when somebody else got his attention.

"Ugh. Of all the dragons in the world, that's probably the stupidest looking one ever. Whoever's trying to show off by having that out has some seriously bad taste." It was the girl from the airplane, the rude one with no sense of patience. Being what else? Rude. "What? It's true! Look at that thing, it's so fat! And its face is so... so... lame!" She said, still rather loudly, to the Duskull tugging on her forehead. This too made Sergei angry, while he could understand being jealous of the girl, to insult such a powerful Pokemon seemed criminal to somebody like himself who was a dedicated trainer.

He passed behind her, making sure he was within earshot, but still not stopping on his way to the doors of the Center. "You know nothing says 'I have an inferiority complex' like feeling need to insult other trainer's Pokemon."

Yo remember how I said I would post later today?
Well I still am it's just going to be at 3 in the morning or something

also welcome to the party Ophidian
Ugh, busy day. I'll get a post up tonight.
If anyone wants to talk to Sergei obviously they can
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