Upon arrival, Wrex did a quick scan of his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the sheer number of people at the beach, surely there were some interesting characters here. Maybe he would even find someone to have a nice, casual conversation with. With all the possibilities racing through his mind, Wrex looked around for anyone who might be a good person to start up a conversation with.

Pulling out a pokeball, he called out Slater. Hopefully the bird pokemon could help him out here. Looking around, Wrex thought he saw movement. The Vulturi, scared of being left to fend for himself, followed right behind Wrex. Hopefully the movement would be a new  discovery or something worth his time. If not he was sure there were plenty of discoveries to be had around these parts.

Approaching the front desk, Wrex asked where he would take the water and wetness challenge. He didn't want to be here forever, so he had already decided what test what suit him best. Hopefully, this license would be obtained reasonably quickly, then he could go back to exploring.

The automatic door to the License Liaison slid open and Karen stepped inside with utter confidence. Her chin was held high and her stride was smooth. She might have looked like she belonged to the elite of the elite just from the way she walked. Karen didn't look the part in terms of dress, though, what with wearing a red tee shirt, jeans, and thick brown boots.

She approached the desk and slapped a hand on top of the surface, another gesture of her confidence.

The pokémorph's long neck craned and his forked tongue flicked. He tasted the air. Dunefang never encountered humans until then. Now, he smelled humans everywhere. They had come to hunt in his home. Dunefang hissed at a hami that scampered by. Hami was prey. He tried to coil up and strike at the pokémon, but he was too tall and his body wasn't serpentine anymore. His jaws only snapped open air, and the hami disappeared into the thick brush.

He cocked his head. He had rarely missed a target before. Dunefang crouched and flicked his tail. He lowered his head to the grass and flicked his tongue. He needed to learn to hunt again. But... it had been instinct before, something he already knew how to do. Now, Dunefang did not know how, and the knowledge did not automatically come to him.

The Scorchops seemed happy in the jungle, which Rei took as a good sign. Natsu hadn't been overly disobedient when Rei got her, but she still ended up with one of her pants legs burned. The soldier wasn't sure she really wanted a fire pokemon, but she supposed Natsu could be useful. As it was, she had pushed the little fossil pokemon a few feet in front of her. It was warm in the jungle, forcing Rei to wear a green tank top and light green shorts that fell to her knees, and the fire pokemon generated so much heat that she could feel it a few inches away from Natsu.

She was angry, she couldn't deny that. And upset. And depressed, and confused, and anxious and maybe a little frightened. After her confrontation with Rei she had self-harmed again for the first time in years-- the skin high on her inner thighs was once again laced with perfect, asymmetrical red lines. She felt bad about that, too; what had that accomplished? Nothing. 

Her black mood was reflected in her appearance-- her usual blue lipstick was replaced by dark grey, her expressive brows pulled down into an unshiftable scowl. Her green greatcoat was replaced by a tight black one with a stiff high neck and silver buttons, completely buttoned up. Her usual baggy trousers, too, were swapped for fitted black slacks, and her scruffy boots were exchanged for smart, polished, sensible black shoes. If it weren't for the colour of her dreaded hair-- which was completely wrapped into a tight, huge bun on the back of her head, the fringe combed into neatness-- she'd have been completely unrecognisable. She was a not a scruffy, flyaway social butterfly today. Today she was cool, calm, neat control, hiding pain and rage and sorrow.

Her Pokemon were all away in their balls, an unusual occurrence for her. The only one even remotely visible was the blue speckled egg that she carried in the crook of one arm. Even as terrible as she was currently feeling, she wasn't willing to leave the egg out of reach-- what if it hatched without her? She ran a hand over it gently, sitting on a rock facing the ocean.

As if on cue, the egg cracked. She carefully assisted the baby Pokemon in the removal of the shell until-- the Dacky was revealed. The little blue duck Pokemon quacked at her, fluttering its wings.

Akheilos stood nearby, glaring daggers at his rival of sorts. Or, rather, the pokémon that simply really annoyed him back when Alastor was still a fiskull. Oh, how Akheilos hated Alastor for all of those scary faces and his rotten behavior. Perhaps he'd get his revenge.

"Nice dragon," Alyssa squeaked. Alastor snarled and opened his mouth. A jet of flame shot out and at his trainer. Luckily, Alyssa was far enough away that she saw it coming and managed to dive out of the way. Akheilos hissed, opened his mouth, and fired a water gun at the satarix. The jet of water slammed into Alastor's side, causing him to give an otherworldly scream of rage and pain. His spaded tail lashed.

Alyssa panted and readied the squirt bottle, though she doubted that using it was any better than simply having Akheilos shoot Alastor with water guns.

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She went inside the building, heading up to the counter. She spotted the assistant, who seemed to be preoccupied with a puzzle or something, not really doing her job. Siran looked off to the sides and spotted a couple of doors labeled according to which license she was going for. So she went passed the woman and into the first door, walking into a battle arena.

Looking around, Siran didn't see anyone, so she gave a small shout. "Hello? I'm here to take the license test." she called out and waited.

The pokemon gave a small sigh as she got in the Embar's way,standing in her bounding path. Shula snout made contact with the larger pokemon's stomach, not hard enough to hurt, be enough for the piglet to find herself on her bottom. She blinked looking up at the skull covered face of the alien pokemon before her. The Embar's head tilted to the right slightly before getting back to her hooves, prancing over.

Maro... Brava mumbled as the pig came over and stared at her, wide eyed and full of wonder. Well, at least the pokemon wasn't as excited as before, she did her job. "Well you have her attention. Good." the dark skin woman told the older pokemon before going over to the piglet, bending down to her level.

"Hello there... " Siran paused trying to think of a name. "Shula. Yeah that sounds good." she quickly named the Embar. The pig looked up at the human, curiously. This was a new one to her, all she seen around were scientist. This was a nice change. She gave a happy oink and swayed her tail back and forth, embers showered from her tail.

"Shula, don't do that so much. Don't want to to burn down everything now." she told the piglet. Shula gave a small nod and tried to contain her excitement, but it was going to be hard.

Upon arrival, Wrex let his Pokemon out of its Pokeball. That lady at the research building had been right, he could easily see his new Pokemon biting off his finger. Not letting this deter him, the new explorer looked down at the water type, "Hey there fella. Let's think of  way to get to know each other, any ideas?" he said to the angry looking Pokemon.