Ty Westgrove
- Mesalon Gym -
Ty looked around curiously as the group of trainers entered the monastery. There were a couple dated yet nice old benches, some quaint latticed windows, and some hot chick who seemed out of place yet welcome to the young man's eyes. Ty's smile morphed into a wide-eyed gaze as the purple-haired woman and Sophia immediately got into a catty argument. This was a situation the chill trainer both wanted to resolve ASAP, and had absolutely no idea how to do so.
Just as Sophia started to respond to that randomly rude flick, Ty heard a loud thump directly behind him, followed by a complaining grumble. He turned and looked down to see Hunk grunting urgently and gesturing toward a smaller hallway, where the gym trainers would be.
"Alright, alright buddy," Ty said to appease the Timburr. "I didn't forget. We just have to wait just a minute for everyone else to get ready."
Hunk sighed and sourly crossed his arms but accepted the terms, much like a small child in a grocery store.
The punk trainer returned to the larger conversation just in time to hear more about glory. The front desk dude explained how people were to enter the main gym, which seemed to be the destination of everyone but Ty, he presumed. Ty broke away from the group to ask the man about battling with a couple gym trainers. The front desk man pressed another pager and then immediately instructed Ty where to go.
"I gotta fight some gym trainers first," Ty explained generally toward the group, whoever cared to hear him. "Hunk needs a little more training. I'll try to go fast so I can watch as many of you as I can, though."
Ty peered over various heads to find Sophia, who was already forging ahead. He frowned a bit. A bunch of these random people were acting like jerks to her, for no good reason, on an important and stressful day, no less. Nobody needed that.
"'Ey, Sophia!" Ty shouted, pumping a fist into the air. "You got dis! ...Everyone got dis!"
With that, Ty and Hunk began to stroll toward the gym trainers' arena.