Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24296957-20140528204445

Amet took Shiro's hand and shook it the best he could. Gazing into his eyes, Amet tried to read the boy. Finding no malice, he nodded again. He smiled at Ken, his Scyther. It had been a while since he saw one of those.

Lost in Shiro's Pokemon, Amet's own Pokemon cried happily again and went towards another newcomer. She wore a long, loose sweater, looking more akin to a shawl. Amet looked past Shiro, hearing the girl mumbling to herself.

"Hail, welcome to Cerulean's PokeCenter." Amet smiled, his voice hoarse. He bowed, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Amet, this is Vampa, Palla, and Fenice," he pointed to his Pokemon, circling the newcomer. "I...couldn't help but notice that you were looking around when you came in.  Is there something I could hep you with, perhaps?"