[i][color=red]No.[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]Rebeca.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]No.[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]Rebeca, stop.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]No.[/color][/i] Rebeca tried very hard to ignore Mihkail’s insistent voice in her head as she pushed through crowd, the Rhyhorn following along behind her. [i][color=e25822]Rebeca, you’re being childish.[/color][/i] She whirled around, glaring at her brother. [i][color=red]No, I am not. And I am not signing up for any stupid tournament with a bunch of attention seekers, now drop it Mihkail.[/color][/i] Mihkail growled in irritation. [i][color=e25822]Fine. At least go up and see if they maybe have an opening. You never know. They could use extra help with security or something.[/color][/i] Rebeca’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. [i][color=red]If this is a trick to get me to sign up…[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]Have I ever?[/color][/i] [i][color=red]Yes.[/color][/i] Mihkail blinked. [i][color=e25822]In anything other than food.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]…No.[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]Well there you go. Besides, you thanked me after that time.[/color][/i] Rebeca gave the Rhyhorn a dark look as she turned and headed towards the administration desks, but even so she couldn’t help smiling just a little. [i][color=red]I also spent the rest of that day squatting over a bush, so screw you.[/color][/i] A soft rumble like laughter issued from Mihkail’s throat as he followed her. [i][color=e25822]That was your own fault. I didn’t tell you to eat [u]all[/u] of it at once.[/color][/i] The pair made their way to the administration desk, and Rebeca caught the attention of one of the men sitting there. “Ah, are you here to register?” He glanced at the black lines running down her arms and up the sides of her neck. “Let me guess, you’re supposed to be Groudon?” He chuckled. “Normally Ms. Huang’s Porygon-Z is here to verify avatar identities, but they’re both currently with the other confirmed avatars. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.” Rebeca blinked, then shook her head. “[color=red]Um, no. I just wanted to ask if there was any temp work or something that I could do.[/color]” She gestured to her arms. “[color=red]These are just tattoos.[/color]” “Oh.” The man blinked in surprise, then shrugged. “I’m sorry, it’s just that we’ve had five other people here today claiming to be the avatar for Groudon. Can you believe that? After the first three, you start getting skeptical.” Rebeca grinned nervously, scratching at her arm. “[color=red]Yeah, crazy. Guess some people will do just about anything to be famous.[/color]” He squinted at her markings. “Though, I have to admit, those look pretty convincing. Must have been painful to have done, especially on the neck and elbows there.” [i][color=e25822]Well isn’t he an observant fellow.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]Shut up.[/color][/i] Shifting her weight back and forth, Rebeca glanced towards the crowd, some of whom were starting to give curious looks her way. “[color=red]Um, is there anything I can do? I don’t exactly want people thinking I’m something I’m not.[/color]” The man nodded. “Fair enough. Unfortunately,” he glanced around, his brow creased slightly, “I don’t think there’s anything we really need right now. Maybe when the festival is over, but we’re pretty solidly set up at the moment.” He smiled apologetically. “Sorry.” Rebeca’s shoulders slumped, though whether it was in disappointment at striking out yet again or relief that he wasn’t pushing the subject, she couldn’t decide. “[color=red]That’s alright. Thanks anyways.[/color]” She was starting to make her way back into the crowd, Mihkail forging a path like a boat prow, when the man called out, “Hey! Wait a sec.” She froze, eyes flicking about the crowd. More people were looking her way, some of them starting to whisper and mutter between themselves. [i][color=e25822]Calm down, Rebeca. Just see what he wants.[/color][/i] Taking a deep breath, she turned around and faced the man as he approached her. “Sorry. You might want to try at the Ritzy Raichu, in the hotel just up the way.” He gestured further up the avenue. “I’m sure they could probably use another dishwasher or server, or something. If you’re interested.” Rebeca released a pent-up breath. “[color=red]Uh, sure, thanks.[/color]” He grinned at her. “No problem.” He turned and waved to the whispering crowd. “Sorry folks, just somebody asking for directions!” He gave Rebeca a final wave as the attention almost immediately dispersed. “Enjoy the festival.” She nodded. “[color=red]Yeah, you too,[/color]” and turned in the direction indicated. Behind her, Mihkail snorted. [i][color=e25822]You totally thought he was going to out you.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]Mihkail, so help me, I will kick you.[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]You did that once. It didn’t work so well.[/color][/i] - The distance to the hotel wasn’t too far, even with the crowd, and there was a helpful map inside the hotel’s lobby that gave her the restaurant’s location. When she finally found it, however, she stopped cold. [i][color=red]Sonuvabitch![/color][/i] Mihkail growled questioningly at her outburst, then looked towards the restaurant. [i][color=e25822]Okay, props to the human, that was clever.[/color][/i] Rebeca gritted her teeth. [i][color=red]Mihkail, I am going to murder you.[/color][/i] [i][color=e25822]Hey, you can’t pin this one on me. I had nothing to do with it.[/color][/i] [i][color=red]You sent me up to that desk in the first place![/color][/i] Gathered in front of the restaurant’s entrance were a few of the avatars from earlier, what looked like the mayor of Mauville City, given the large sash that he wore, a stern looking woman in a grey business suit, and what was probably the same Porygon-Z that had identified each of the avatars. Cursing under her breath, Rebeca spun on her heel and started walking back towards the hotel entrance.