Jason Connor
The trip from the depths of the forest all the way back up to the sunlight, or what at least made it around the massive trunks of the trees that were here, saw the aspiring champion mulling over things, the details of which kept popping into his head as he reached the village. He had travelled, so far at least, by himself, from the Professor's lab all the way to Starbor, had fought off a poacher, had outbattled a Hawlucha, avoided getting decapitated by a Scyther and now had won a battle with a flaming specter from the forest's past, met Celebi, and-Stop, stop, you're gonna send yourself into a fucking spiral. Just...shoot a message to a couple of other aspirants, see if they'd be up for meeting up and traveling together. Maybe I'll be less likely to keep dodging death by the skin of my teeth that way... As he reached the lift to the Scholar District, he pulled out his Pokedex, picked two names he didn't recognize from the people he'd interacted with and sent the following message to them, hoping they were fellow aspirants.
Hey, names Jason. I, uh, hope you're also aspiring to become a champ in the region, and if you aren't, just ignore this text. I'm just lookin' for a travel companion and potential friendly rival, someone I can sit and BS with around a campfire and have friendly battles with when the urge takes us. If you're interested, I'm in Starbor right now, but can meet ya somewhere else if that works better for ya. @Lunarlord34@Sanguine Rose
He sent the text and then leaned against the railing in the cart, praying one of the two answered and were up for the idea. When the lift stopped, Jason stepped off and headed to the library, where the coffee addicted scientist seemed to be more human today and helping out by working the front desk. However, when she saw him, she rushed him with excitement, saying she was glad he was save and then asking how he was and what he learned. This was where he had struggled to decide. The Professor had warned against talking about it and Helga likely didn't want a bunch of people snooping around, so he improvised, though some of it he'd decided on earlier; a white lie in many ways, but mingled with some truth. "I'm doing alright, Jacquelin, just tired. Spent a lot of time out there, but, well, I didn't find anything concrete. There were some areas that looked like they could be ruins, but with all the wild Pokemon there were, I wasn't able to get close enough to confirm much. Sorry."