Alexei Stratos
Rustboro City - Pokémon Trainer School
Affected RPers: Phantasm.Angel

Alex could tell that the other trainer took a few seconds to plan a response, which was good. She was honestly surprised with some of the stupid things that trainers blurted out in this apocalyptic world. In fact, she was surprised at some of the things that trainers blurted out in the pre-apocalyptic world, but talking wasn’t half as big of a deal back then, so she had let it slide.

“My Pokémon heard a noise,” the man said bluntly, “and we decided to investigate in case its source posed a threat to us. In addition, we surmised that it could have been caused by a survivor or group of survivors that may be recruiting.”

Alex was pleasantly surprised by this. The man wasn’t a leader - going as far as saying it openly, in that he wanted to join an existing group - which would make it much easier for the two to work together. Furthermore, he went to investigate a sound when it was a potential danger to himself, which demanded bravery. If he weren’t brave he may as well not exist, in this new world.

Alex was dragged from her thoughts by the man’s laugh.

“You can probably tell, but the two of us aren’t the toughest of customers,” the man confirmed. “Traveling in a group would provide far greater protection, and it would restore some semblance of law and order.”

He was still being blunt, Alex noted with an approving nod of the head, which could easily be mistaken for her saying that she understood what he was saying. There was only one things she didn’t agree with, and she was certainly going to comment on it.

“Unfortunately, this world is now lawless,” she said, adding a sigh in for good measure. “All the groups I’ve encountered have resembled Team Rocket, not the League. It’s possible that there’s one which follows the beliefs you hold, but they’re certainly not anywhere around here.”

The girl’s eyes swept over the two once more, and when her eyes landed on the Pachirisu an idea struck her.

“I happen to have a radio in my pocket,” she said, hitting her pocket lightly with her palm. “It’s out of power, unfortunately, but do you think it would be possible for your Pachirisu to power it? I’m afraid I’ve never raised an electric type, so I wouldn’t know.”