Cresion Breezes
Beta Tester of Life
ALTAIR
Prasiola
August 3rd, Route 203
Interactions: Ramona (
Merciless Medic
), Ouyi (
Vaudivolt
)#ff50e7
Altair gently side-eyed as Ramona tried to explain herself, still somewhat poorly, but at least with more detail than before. Based on her behavior so far, with her hesitation to speak, the inability to explain things clearly, and emotional seeming disposition, perhaps whoever evaluated her did have a point. Altair shrugged off that thought, hoping it was just some first impression bias and not the truth, because if it was true, it seems like he might've agreed to something quite troublesome.
"I don't think that's what rangers are there for." Altair replied dryly as Ramona went on a spiel about what rangers were, being strangely defensive about it in the process. "Most of the ones I've encountered barely even mention their, uh, disc thing. But I've never had any in-depth relations with any rangers either, I'm not even that sure what those disk things even do." He calmly added, trying to assure Ramona that he doesn't hold the ideas that she seems to assume he does.
"Running the gym circuit to work on that?" He raised an eyebrow when Ramon mentioned that it seems like her supervisors believe that doing a gym circuit can help her work on speaking with people and Pokemon. Pokemon, perhaps there was a point, gym battles did require a level of cooperation between trainer and Pokemon after all, the people skills part was a bit more questionable.
"Are you sure that would work? I was an asshole teenager when I went through my first gym circuit, and I came out of it still an asshole teenager, just more cyberbullied." Altair crossed his arms and leaned back, but in a more relaxed fashion than his conversation partner.
Though before he could express more doubt, Ramona seems to take more interest in the smell of a small campfire in the distance. She dashed off before Altair could question her more. "I think it's probably just-" But the girl seems to be already gone. Altair sighed and flicked his wrist, hurling out a few Pokeballs that returned the group of Pokemon he had sitting around the clearing, with only Togedemaru, one of his faster Pokemon running after Ramona at adequate speed.
The source of the smell was indeed a travel, a trainer who seems to have set up camp and was cooking a meal along with... three poison type Pokemon. Altair wasn't scared of poison types on the account of almost all of his Pokemon being immune to poison types in the first place, but it was still strange to have them so closely proximate to food. Perhaps this trainer is quite confident in himself and his Pokemon.
"First of all, we're not friends. I've known you for less than an hour." The white-haired trainer said in a defeated tone, as he stepped out of the foliage after Ramona, glancing at her and giving a small apologetic nod to the man running the camp. "Second of all, rude." The young man side-eyed the fumbling trainer and muttered, he then looked at the man who was just preparing his meal.
"Well...how awkward." He sighed. Route 203 is known for milder Pokemon and beginner trainers, so he hoped that whoever set up shop here would be on the friendlier side. "Uhh......Hello. My name is Altair...and I am just...a trainer doing a bit of training in this area." Altair explained, in perhaps the flattest voice possible, trying to alleviate Ramona's explosive comments. He hoped this guy hadn't felt his literal explosions beforehand. "And this is..." He nudged Ramona slightly and glanced at her, hoping she would take a hint.
