Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-4681758-20140524032118

A lone, dark figure stood outside the Pokémon Center, with a Hoothoot resting on his shoulder, and a Zubat flying around him. He looked toward them for a moment, and sighed.

"We're doing enough on our own.  We don't need to get help from the people in there."

The Hoothoot stared back at its trainer, and narrowed its gaze on him.

"Don't give me that look, Nabu!  We don't need them, and they don't need us!  We need to survive this to get back to Goldenrod one day."

While the Zubat remained docile, the Hoothoot began to peck at its trainer's face.

"Alright, alright, quit it, Nabu!  We'll head in.  ...Thanks for the help, Grayson."

Ciarán stepped inside the Pokémon Center, with Nabu still on his shoulder, and Grayson still flying around him, added to his already commanding presence, and within a moment, all eyes in the room were on him.