Sergei Samsonov
New Amber Town
@void liege@ninian@experiment 249@Shiny Keldeo
Sergei blinked a couple of times, just staring a bit confusedly at this Leopold fellow. He honestly had no idea what this man was talking about. Fashion genius? Had this been about his clothes? Sergei had to admit, he had never given much thought to his clothes, except for the hat which was just something he held near to him for no real good reason. Acting? Did he think Sergei was putting on an act? The Snowpointian panicked a little in his head, was this guy trying to tell him that Sergei was overcompensating for something? The immediate reaction was more anger, as this seemed like the work of some body subtly messing with Sergei. But he stopped himself, maybe this guy was just a bit of an eccentric. There were more than a handful of them up in northern Sinnoh. He had settled on the courteous approach, but before Sergei could even think to introduce himself, he felt a hand slam down on his shoulder.
It was the rude girl from before. She spouted something about how the two of them needed to get going, and then whispered in his ear about how she was doing this as a favor to Sergei. As if he believed that for a moment seeing how she had acted before. That iron grip not doing her any favors either. However, there were options to be weighed, Sergei could either sit here talking to Leopold for god knows how long, or leave now and possibly never see anyone here again. Given the option of groups or no groups, it should be obvious which one Sergei was going with.
"Yes, yes! I am so sorry for interruption. It was all big misunderstanding, I thought you were much angrier than you actually seem." Sergei shook the Duskull girl's hand off his shoulder, and reached out to offer a courteous handshake. No reason to leave on too sour of a note. "I am Sergei. Sergei Samsonov. But my friend is uh. Right. We should leave."
That's when yet another man arrived on the scene. This one a veteran, easily recognizable by the six polished Pokeballs gleaming on his belt, not to mention the way which he talked. It had the hint of arrogance that inspired both awe and a bit of loathing in Sergei. He said a few words about how trainers should meet to become friends, or rivals, but not enemies. Sergei shrugged it off, philosophical differences he supposed as he wasn't buying it. Not only that but he swore the man, like most others, give a confused glance at his outfit. Sergei had to admit he was sweating like a pig at this point. He hadn't counted on being outside for this long. He wiped off his face with his hands, though it didn't do much good in terms of keeping himself cool.
Moroza however, was feeling just fine in the weather. She laughed a bit at the Dragonite's concern <I wouldn't worry. I think he's feeling the heat, but the guy is tough as nails. He'll take it off when he needs to.> The winter Pokemon just sort of shrugged, <Fights, fights, fights. Sometimes I wonder who are the more volatile ones, the trainers or the Pokemon? The new guy has the right idea over here. We should have a big battle! Been too long since I've been in a good scrap.
Sergei however, had no will to stick around for much longer. He adjusted his unshanka, and began to take off his coat. As if coincidentally on cue with his Pokemon's point. "I don't know about you all but I am ready to start being a trainer here." He started, not loudly enough to be addressed to the group, but not really to anyone in particular either. "For that. I need a new Pokedex, so I am off to go find where that may be. At this lab right? Moroza are you ready to go?" The Snover gave a quick hop in affirmation.
"The let's get moving"