Rain Calder
Ryme City Transit Station
Arceus, she hated public transit, and traveling from one region to another was always a pain. She’d done it a few times before, but she usually traveled with her unit rather than alone--or, at least, without another human. She snapped her head towards her Gengar as he growled at yet another person that got too close, and did her best impression of a scowl. “Azriel, manners,” she ground out, “we are here as a gesture of goodwill from Sinnoh! Act like a good representative, not a rabid Luxray.” Next to her ear, there was a soft hiss--a sigh from her overprotective Gengar. It wasn’t an actual answer from him, but it was as good an answer as any, as she didn’t feel him bristle or hear him hiss at the poor souls stuck around them again.

“Everything looks good, Ms. Calder, you can head just past me, through those doors to the left, down the hall through to the grand entryway and reach the rest of the city from there. Welcome to Ryme City, we hope you have a pleasant stay.” The agent who had been looking over her information seemed nice enough, but it appeared he’d failed to notice that she couldn’t see. Not that she minded--it wasn’t as though she was helpless. She let Azriel’s hand against her arm urge her forward, up to the table on which her suitcase and messenger bag rested, but it was one of her twin Gastly that nudged her hand up to find the handle of her suitcase, then the strap of her messenger bag, which she collected easily before allowing Azriel to guide her through the aforementioned doors, what sounded like a very large entrance hall, and finally out into the open air of Ryme City. Thankfully, even with as on edge as he was, Azriel remained on good behavior, and they reached the street without incident. She could feel the ever-shifting press of Nuala and Cerridwen close to her, and she was reminded again of how those who saw the pair wondered how she could breathe with the two of them and Azriel hovering so close to her.

Finally out of the building, Rain paused to dig a bone conduction headset out of her bag, which she plugged into her personal cell phone. Before she could slip it into place, however, Azriel spoke up. “Catching a cab would be best,” his familiar rasping voice warned, but she shook her head in reply.

“Catching a cab is easiest,” she corrected, slipping effortlessly into her first language, the one she and Azriel shared. “But walking will give you and the girls the opportunity to sightsee. New terrain means we need new intel.” The Gengar huffed yet again beside her—Az knew she was right, and he hated it. That didn’t mean he was done yet, though.

“A compromise, then?” he proposed, and she tilted her head, eyebrows arching over the plastic frames of her oversized sunglasses.

“What kind of compromise, Az?” Rain asked lifting the headset to put it on anyway, pressing the power button to turn it on.

“We take a cab to the hotel, you check in, drop off your suitcase, and then we can walk to the police station.” He had a point with that one, at least--Rain didn’t care much for her appearance, but she knew others would, and dragging her suitcase around would likely attract more attention than she was interested in drawing to herself just yet. That, and she didn’t need Azriel and the Gastly ripping into any poor fool who thought it might be wise to attempt mugging her.

“Fine, fine,” she conceded in English before adding in, “if you want us to catch a cab, you’re going to have to help me hail one.”

Byron Parisi and Rain Calder
Ryme City Police Department
Though busy days at Ryme City’s Police Department were great for job security, Byron Parisi wouldn’t have minded a slow day or two. Or even a slow hour. As it was now, when he wasn’t greeting visitors (who were usually in to report yet another instance of illegal battling or rogue Pokemon, he was answering phone calls from citizens about...well, much the same thing. Rarely, there was a more average call--an old lady whose Eevee had gotten stuck in a tree, noisy neighbors, Aipom that wouldn’t stop rifling through trash cans, that kind of stuff, and Perry was thankful for the normalcy of those calls, though he knew they were low priority for the RCPD.

Oddly, Perry didn't find himself inclined to worry about his safety. Though busy, the RCPD was doing a fantastic job...and he had faith that he could rely on his Pokemon partner in a pinch.

Well, at least when the little fluffball was awake. A glance down at the backpack resting on the floor told him that Kiri the Espurr was still very much asleep at the moment, and he smiled down at the bag his partner used as his personal sleeping bag before the doors to the lobby from the outside opened. “Hello, welcome to the Ryme City Police Department, how...can we...assist you...today?” He started the greeting on instinct, but it slowly failed as he actually took in the woman who walked into the lobby.

There wasn’t much impressive about her, exactly—she was short, maybe in her late teens at the most, with short, dark hair and most of her face obscured by large sunglasses. What drew more attention, though, was the Gengar beside her, its arm wrapped around the girl’s in an almost gentlemanly manner. A pair of vapor shimmers shifted around the odd pair, and once or twice, Perry would have sworn he saw a flash of eyes, or the haze take on an almost purple color—other ghosts? Gastly, maybe?

The pair made their way across the lobby, and some of those waiting shifted away from the group, murmuring to each other. Perry thought he saw the corners of the girl’s mouth twitch up as she and her Gengar continued to move, until they reached the desk where he sat. Curiously, the woman’s head did not quite turn towards him in a way that would suggest she was looking at him, even when she spoke. “Hello, I’m Agent Rain Calder from Sinnoh’s FBI, and this is my partner, Azriel.” She made a vague gesture towards the Gengar, and Perry felt his eyes going wide as saucers. “I was told Chief Moretti is expecting us. We’d have had an appointment, but with the way travel has been lately, you can’t tell how quickly you’ll get through travel checkpoints here,” she sighed, and shook her head slightly from side to side.

“Ah, Chief Moretti--just a moment, I think he’s in a meeting at this time, but let me check…” Looking into the scheduling system to figure out if the chief was already occupied took far longer than it normally would. FBI, this woman worked for the Sinnoh FBI--what was she doing here in Ryme? Sure, the situation was far from ideal, but was it really necessary for visitors from other regions to start coming in? The surprise from the information was making it hard to concentrate, and Perry found himself misclicking everything he tried to hit.

“...And I thought the computer systems back home were convoluted,” the woman commented softly after a few minutes of awkward silence as Perry struggled to pull up the information he needed. In a moment, the young man found his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“No, no, it’s really not that bad, I’m--uh, I’m just new. I apologize for the inconvenience, Agent Calder,” he offered quickly, and the woman chuckled. A moment later, Chief Moretti’s schedule flashed across the screen, and Perry found himself breathing a sigh of relief before looking back up to the tiny FBI agent. “There it is! It looks like he’s in a meeting right now, but he should be done in the next twenty minutes, if you don’t mind waiting? I’ll send up a message to let him know you’re here as soon as possible, though.” This time, a smile did tug at the woman’s lips, and the Gengar at her side let out what sounded like a snicker.

“We can wait.” she told him simply. “It’s not as though we have anywhere more pressing to be.”