And, at last... Kalos!

(Wait until Saturday! :P)

(And Saturday it is! Let the RPing commence!)

"Woo-hoo! Woo-Woo, woo-hoo!" Did someone woot in victory at the scene in front of him. This male didn't exactly look like the average youngster. No, he had more of a... wilder disposition to him, with his spiky, orage hair, blue shorts and a white shirt with a red X overlapping his pants a bit, as well as a bag big enough to fit a body, and he was shouting out in some sort of victory There was a man opposite of him, a camper of sorts with a similar-looking backpack, sighing in disappointment as he stared at the scene himself. Two Pokemon were on a grassy field, one being everyone's favorite little spark-mouse, Pikachu, fainted flatly on the ground. Standing on top of the mouse with glee was a mon' of Cotton. Arms raised to a sky and look on his face that can only be described as... Whimsicott.

"That was a great battle, Gale Storm! You rocked his world!" The trainer beamed, to which the Pokemon matched as he hopped off of the defeated Pikachu and hopped over to the red-head, immediately scaling his leg and into his hair, before letting out a similar chime to the one his trainer made earlier. That chime wasn't interrupted when the camper approached them. "What's this? Is my opponent looking for a re-match already? The number one Pokemon Trainer's always up for a fight!"

The response his got was muttering under his mouth and money held to his person. "No. Can't you see my Pokemon are unable to battle? You make it seem like I have Revives on me."

"...Oh, well..." The excited trainer scratched the back of his head, before simply snatching the money from his hands, pocketing the cash with a grin on his face. "I'm sorry that I beat down your Pokemon like that, but hey, you decided to battle the world's stronger. Come on, Gale Storm! Let's destroy all of these trainers!"

"Whimsiiii!" Gale Storm nodded readily, hanging onto his trainer's large hair tuffs as he dashed out of the field of flowers to find another Pokemon Trainer and figuratively smash them all into the ground

"Okay, Gray! Where are you?" Aile stopped walking and looked around, placing a hand on her hip. A deep frown was etched onto her face. She reached up to readjust her hat as she moved on once more. "I'm not kidding! Get out here!" SHe couldn't believe Gray had gone missing here of all places. How do you lose someone in a field of flowers? There were barely any tall hills either. Aile was visibly annoyed at this point.

Finally, she noticed a kid with wild orange hair running around with a whimsicott. He kind of reminded her of her brother. But maybe he'd seen Gray. It was worth a shot, anyway. "Hey, kid!" She shouted. "You seen a kid with a munchlax running around here?"

This 'kid', which he had been labeled as by the clear-adult female, had skid to a stop with mild surprise on his face, the back-pack he would nearly tipping the orange-haired trainer over, during said stop. Even Gale Storm had almost been flung off, as he was now dangling from his trainer's hair by a tuff. "A Munchlax, huh? I... don't think-" he stopped, having an idea strike him, and a smug look had grown onto his face as he looked her in the eyes. "Yeah, I've seen the guy. Of course, if you want to know where he is," He pointed his thumb back at himself, that smug expression being bumped up by a toothy grin. "You're gonna have to beat the number one in a Pokemon battle!"

"Whimsicott!" The cottony thing beamed, leaping from his trainer's head and floating gently down into position, pulling a wide grin as he held his little arm high and and straight at the girl in challenge. They both looked ready for a fierce battle of some sort, even after the current two battles they've been in.

Well, Aile definitely noticed the complete shift in tone there. It was obvious he hadn't seen Gray. But it was also obvious that he was one of those 'battle for everything' types. Totally crazy. In any case, there was no getting out of this. So, she reached down to the side of her bag and pulled a pokeball out of one of the many pockets. "Fine. Let's do this, even if you don't know. I've got time to kill." To be honest, Pan would probably find the kid and bring him back eventually.

She tossed the pokeball into the air, releasing Rend in a burst of shadows before the ball went back to her hand. The Mismagius floated there, waiting for a command. To be honest, she looked fairly out of it. "So, you want to go first? I'm fine either way."

"Awesome! Of course, you're not gonna have an easy time with this one, because..." The trainer stepped back, but stood a strong front. "My name is Crash, the Whirlwind, and I am the number one Pokemon Trainer!" This 'Crash' had shouted in firm belief as his Whimsicott pumped his little arm and hopped in place, signifying its readiness for battle. Watching the Mismagius come from its Pokeball, Crash's face lit up with excitement, while Gale Storm just looked his own eyes with it. Just like that, the battle commenced.

(Battle Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYQfWZ8vuiE)

Seeing the girl's offer of move choice, Crash wasted no time calling out his first command. "With pleasure! Gale Storm, plant the Leech Seeds!" He ordered, pointing directly to the battlefield. The Grass-Type seemed just as focused as his trainer as he bent down down, revealing his back, which fired off a multitude of seeds with the jerk of his legs at the targeted Ghost-Type. The seeds, however, were much faster than your ordinary seeds. It was almost as if the seeds themselves were using Quick Attack.

With no time to do anything, Rend was struck with the seeds, scattered across her body. Aile raised an eyebrow at this. This kid wasn't as N00B-ish as previously assumed. However, that revelation simply made her grin. She could go all out now. It'd been a while since she had been able to do that. Sensing this, Rend finally seemed to appear alert.

"Okay then, Rend. Mystical Fire."

"Magius!" Rend nodded and flew forward, her ethereal body trailing behind her. once she was close, she pulled back for an instant and let loose a billowing fire from... well, who knows where. Possibly her mouth. No one can be sure. of course, she flinched immediately afterward, the seeds that were implanted in her body sucking a bit of health out.

"Alright, seeded!" Crash muttered to himself with a fist pump to accompany it. Those seeds would be great for their chip damage, and he was pretty sure that such a Pokemon would have some good health to siphon... or at least, so he thought. What he didn't account for was the very thing that came out of the trainer's mouth, this 'Mystical Fire'. Of course, his quick thinking kicked in as the feisty trainer pointed towards the sky. "Whimsicott, glide with Tailwind!"

Seeing the Mismagius trail quite close to him with the threat of being burnt to a crisp, the Windveiled Pokemon swiftly grabbed the end of his wind tuff and flapped it once, blasting a great, turbulent whirlwind of sorts in his own direction. Of course, being so light with that body of his, Gale Storm was easily blasted forward by his own move, slipping right the Mismagius and, in turn, the "Mystical Fire". There wasn't no excitement on his face, in that moment. That was straight-up fear.

Of course, his trainer was relieved as well, if anyone could tell from his sigh. "That was close..."

This guy was a quick thinker. And so were his pokemon. That put a small smile on Aile's face. He was definitely no beginner; there was some truth behind his big talk at least. "Okay, Rend. Time to use Ominous Phantom." The recently annoyed Mismagius suddenly gained a quite sinister look as she heard her trainer's command. It was certainly no conventional move, but it got the job done.

Rend spun to face the Whimsicott floating in the wind it had created. At once, a black wind spread from her body, heading toward the grass type. The Ominous Wind would hopefully overtake the target, but it also shrouded their battlefield in darkness. And once it cleared, Rend was gone, having utilised Phantom Force in the darkness.

"Dodge it!" Did Crash order, though that was no feat. Far from it, actually. Of course, if a Whimsicott was using wind to get away, then something like Ominous Wind would've been the best way to turn the tides on his opponent. And it was, as when Gale Storm tried to veer to the side, with the use of his Tailwind, the black winds took advantage of his own Tailwind, and thus blasted the Grass-Type forward. Flailing with its mouth wide as he spiraled out of control, he cried as he flipped right into a tree, with a soft impact, mind you. What wasn't soft was the dastardly wind that blasted his face for the remainder of the attack, which he had to close his eyes to, just to brace it. Once it was over though, Gale Storm blinked, somewhat confused by the attack as he fell onto his head, regaining a slight amount of energy from the seeds he planted. "Cott?"

The trainer, meanwhile, had to squint his eyes as the dark winds shrouded the field, though Crash could tell that his star Pokemon didn't escape that attack. "Gale Storm!" he called, eyes darting around as the attack ended, and he found himself unable to actually track his Pokemon for a moment. The dark winds had carried it right out of his line. That small 'Cott', however, was enough to find him again, upside-down and against a tree. Crash would've been relieved... but that Mismagius was gone too. No where in sight, no matter where he looked. "Tch... alright then Gale Storm, fly up and use your Substitute!"

Gale Storm's 'brows' furrowed in response as he hopped off of the tree while hanging to the sides of his big cotton puff, the Tailwind he created literally blasting his form into the air without any trouble at all. Now he was sky-high, in a territory he certainly liked. Using the time he has left, the Whimsicott focused his bodily energy to create a rather large Substitute doll in his little limbs, molded somewhat after himself, but with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

In Lumiose City, several different events were going on. Four people arrived almost simultaneously and each one was having different reactions to the sights before them.

From the Route 4 Entrance, two people came walking into the city. One, a teenage girl, was rather calm while the young man beside her was gawking at everything. The young girl, who was named Koewami, smiled at the young man, her brother, as he freaked out about the different sights. After a few minutes of watching him spaz out about everything, Koemi tapped his arm lightly, as to get his attention, and began leading him around. He was looking for Professor Sycamore's Lab so he could get his starter and begin his journey.

From the Route 13 Entrance, on the other side of the city, another young man, known as Zuraiyn, stepped back into the city. He was a guy who seemed like he was just looking for clues to set his path, but since he had no particular rush, he was rather relaxed, or as relaxed as one could get in a city as busy as what Lumiose was.

The fourth person was actually a young boy. He had just stepped off a plane and into the city proper. He was excited until he actually gazed upon the different tall buildings and the number of people actually walking about. He was as obvious as a sore thumb, earning many stares from the passerby, as he stood, pressed against a building in a Buizel costume. He hadn't expected everything to be this different from what he was used to. Fear and apprehension took over where excitement and happiness once stood. He knew that he needed to find Professor Sycamore, but with the way he was now, he wasn't going to be finding anyone any time soon. In fact, the poor kid looked like he was on the verge of tears.

The first time she'd visited Lumiose, Arisa had been mesmerized, enchanted, and totally and completely intimidated by the grandiose of the city. Now, she still found the place wonderful, but her semi-frequent visits had led her to become slightly familiar with the layout of the city; enough so that she could get around to a few key spots without being hopelessly lost. One familiar route was the walk to the galette stand, a visit that was ultimately a success, judging by the pastry she was happily nibbling at.

She was on her own for the time being, and had no plans other than to wander and do some window shopping (at least, that was the plan, but knowing her window shopping would turn into her arriving home with a new dress or skirt). It was a fine way to spend time, in her opinion, and nothing was getting in her way-

That was, until she noticed a teary-eyed child dressed in a Buizel costume. Her brows furrowed with concern as she hurried over to the boy, crouching down (admittedly, she didn't have to crouch all that far) to get to his level.

"Oh, dear. Are y'lost, sweetie?" She was rather worried, but still smiled at him, hoping to ease his mind.

"What do you mean you'll call me?!"

A rather angry-looking man dressed in all black glowered over a table of judges, two of which had fallen backwards in their chairs from the man's sudden attack on them. The four of them were in a rather old theatre, with the table facing center stage. An embarrased Pansage stood alone on the stage, shaking his head at the man's, his trainer's, behavior.

"If you wish for the great Philippe Labelle to perform in your production, you will tell him now that he will be performing!" the man now known as Philippe yelled in the judge's faces. "I will not be insulted by these despicable actions, no-siree!" he then turned back towards the stage, giving a dramatic gesture around the area.

"If you want the greatest actor Kalos has ever seen on that stage in front of hundreds, you must not bother him with petty phone calls and empty promises! I demand that-" he was cut off by a judge's yell for security, and only had time to stare in shock at the table before being picked up by a rather burly man. The Pansage could offer nothing but an apologetic smile.

Philippe threw a stone into a fountain on Route 4. He stared mournfully at his reflection in the water as his Pansage and Ledyba sat with him on the side of said fountain. While the two Pokemon felt sorry for their trainer, they seemed more preoccupied with the flowers blooming in the field beside them.

Meanwhile Philippe cursed the judges, the security, and his dumb luck, angrily hitting the water in the pool. Unfortunately, the water only came back and splashed him in the face. The man wondered why he can never get a good role in theater productions and why he no one seemed to like him. It couldn't have anything to do with his amazing intelligence, looks or his humble attitude, could it? He looked up at the Pokemon sculpted at the top of the fountain as his Pansage and Ledyba decided they'd rather play in the flowers than mope with their trainer.

"If only I could be immortalized in stone," Philippe said aloud, remembering to be dramatic as possible for the sake of anyone listening.

The boy watched the lady that walked up to him and nodded in response to her question. He was too cared to speak still, though her smile did help some. He reached a hand into one of the pockets on the inside of his costume and pulled out a Poké Ball. He wanted one of his friend out to help comfort him. He opened the sphere and let out an actual Buizel who noticed his trainer's condition and allowed the boy to sit down and hug the Sea Weasel.

Arisa pursed her lips when the little boy just nodded without saying a word. She wasn't sure what was going on- if the child had been separated from his parents or friends or what, but she was glad that he at least had his pokemon to comfort him.

"Are y'looking for your parents? Do y'want me t'help you find them?"

She wasn't good at reading people or situations, but she was at least aware that she was a stranger, and that might be why the boy wasn't saying anything. So she just kept smiling, trying to get across the fact that she was only trying to help.

The boy looked at his Buizel with a questioning look, only to receive a couple pats on the back and an approving look from the Sea Weasel. This encouraged the boy to look at the lady and actually speak.

"N-No. I'm just...looking for Professor Sycamore." He said in a small voice. "I've never been somewhere like this before."

He didn't want to seem rude since she was only trying to help, but he was definitely on sensory overload at this point. He let a small smile through to show that he was appreciative of the help.

"Oh, is that so?"

Arisa perked up immediately when the boy started talking to her, grin growing ever wider.

"I know where he is! Well, I know where his lab is. I've never actually been inside it before, but I've been outside it, so I can help y'find it! I'm not from here either, you know. But I've come to visit so many times that I know how to get around pretty well. Y'don't have to worry about getting lost, not with me!" She was babbling now, something she often did, and was unaware that the boy was already overwhelmed enough as it was.

"Well, should we get going?"

The boy's smile flatered a bit as the ladu kept babbling on. The exuberance being emitted was a bit more than he could handle. Being the honest little boy he was, he felt that he should let her know.

"Yeah...we should probably get going." He said. "Though could you maybe tone down your exuberance? It's nice, but...i can't help but hypothesize that just the way everything is around here is what is causing my problem."

His wordy side was coming out again , which made it a good thing since it meant that he was starting to get more comfortable. He reached out a hand, still holding onto his Buizel.

"Oh! I- yeah, yeah!"

Her grin slipped as well- this little kid was using words she'd never uttered in her life, and though she was pretty sure she could guess their meaning, she couldn't help but feel a bit put out that a child had a more developed vocabulary than she.

But a moment later and the smile was back; she couldn't really be kept down for long. Though she did have to resist the urge to start talking again, and did so by taking a bite of her galette. A moment later and she took his free hand with hers, swallowing and looking down at him.

"My name's Arisa, by th'way. What should I call you, sweetie?"

A reasonably tall and lightly tanned female figure leaned back in her chair, sipping at a cup of tea. A truly exquisite brownie was lying half eaten on a plate before her, and the woman in question was scanning the avenue up and down. At her side, a Pansear chattered quietly, chomping on a roasted berry.

"Well, Darryn," she remarked, more to herself than to her Pokemon companion. "It seems that rollerskating is quite popular here in Kalos." Her eyes flitted to the sign outside of the cafe - Cafe Rouleau, on Estival Avenue. When she had first entered, she had gotten a fair bit of information about rollerskates while ordering. More than she cared to know, really, but all information was useful information, if its holder was creative enough. "Perhaps I'll have to obtain a pair for myself. That is, assuming I could skate properly. That would remain to be seen." She munched another bite of her brownie, savoring the taste. A truly delicious dessert indeed, moist, but not moist enough to fall apart, with just enough chocolate to tempt even the most sour tastebuds, but not enough to overpower... yes, a well baked dessert indeed.

Finishing it off, she drained the rest of her teacup, and placed it on the plate the brownie had been on. Palming a Pokeball, she faced her Pansear with a smile. "Thanks for keeping me company, Darryn," she said, patting the Pansear gently on the shoulder. Darryn grinned excitedly as she returned him to his Pokeball. "Now, there was that bakery I've heard so much about?" Looking around briefly, she turned and strode down the avenue with the air of a woman on a mission.

Aile frowned at the Whimsicott creating itself a substitute. Sure, it would definitely be destroyed, but it would extend this battle a bit. Well, there was nothing to be done about it. As a matter of fact, a shadow that had gone unnoticed on the ground soon extended upwards at an incredibly fast pace. It quickly gained Rend's form and she fired a dark energy at Gale Storm. Or more accurately, the substitute he hid behind. It wasn't fooling anyone, but there was no getting around it.

"Rend, get ready to do it," Aile ordered, purposefully being vague.

Unnoticed it was, and only when Rend was completely visible did Crash spot her. While it looked like trouble, Crash only seemed to smirk as the blast came down on his Substitute. That attack seemed to just have enough power to destroy the doll in completion, sending cotton exploding left and right, but that left Gale Storm right below the Mismagius, swatting cotton from his face in annoyance. "We got 'em now, Gale Storm! Hurricaaaaane!!" Did his trainer howled with much more enthusiasm.

It was at that point did Gale Storm figured out his orange-haired companion's plan, and the very moment he did, a smirk matching his trainer's etched itself onto his face for just a moment. Pulling his large cotton-puff out, which in turned dropped him a bit of feet, the speed of his execution being boosted by Tailwind, the Whimsicott let loose a large, exerting cry as he flapped the cotton on his back forward to create a monstrously strong wind, which, with the help of Tailwind, should catch the Ghost-Type by the second. Whether successful or not, the wind would wrap around and create momentarily-large hurricane, even stronger with the fact that they're so high up. (Going by "Double Damage on Fly/Bounce/Sky Drop" rule.) Of course, the force of his own winds would blast Gale Storm back, but not enough to hit the ground, due to its light, cottony form that kept it hovering a few feet from the ground. From there, he and his trainer could only watch the storm engulf the sky above their battlefield and how the opposing party would take it. Crash was just staring up at the sky, hand above his eyes and grinning at the storm.

Philippe's self-pity was interrupted by what seemed to, at first, be a light wind. He made to grab the beret on his head, only for the wind to suddenly get stronger, blowing the hat away. Philippe fell backwards at the strong wind but managed to regain his balance and stared in wonder at the sky, which had somehow gone from clear to a raging storm. His Ledyba, who happened to be flying at the time, was blown away by the strong gusts, leaving the Pansage to take cover behind a bush.

It didn't take long for Philippe to figure out that the weather change must have been the work of a Pokemon battle, and the man slowly moved in the direction the wind was coming from, interested as to who created this strong storm.

Now, both Aile and Rend were caught off guard by that attack. Neither expected such a strong wind to be generated. But that didn't mean that they were going to be defeated by such a thing. As Rend was buffeted painfully by the winds, her trainer gave her order. "Okay, Rend! Now!" At once, Rend let loose with Ominous Wind again, However, it wasn't particularly directed at Gale Storm. Instead, at the hurricane around the Mismagius.

Eventually, the wind around Rend was stained black with her own move. Her body was still battered, but much less so now. And then, she made her move. With a cry, she edged the wind forward, closer toward Gale Storm.

"Now? Now what?" Crash wondered as he stared up at the storm, confused by the order. Gale Storm, of course, was also in confusion as to what they were referring to. It took time, but both their eyes widened in surprise once the two noticed the change in winds. The winds were much darker than before, just like that Ominous Wind, and it was then did the two of them figured out what she was doing... in a sense. "We're not going to be caught off-guard by our own attack! Finish them off with another Hurricane!"

On the last strings of his Tailwind, Gale Storm still had the advantage with the wind on his back. Instead of fear on the black wind, his eyes narrowed in determination and his grip on his cotton sides tightened. This was all or nothing, because if that boosted Hurricane made contact with the Grass-Type, it was pretty much game over. The Whimsicott stretched his cottony back back one more time, falling straight by the time, but still with the speedier execution as the fierce, black winds edged closer. In the same fashion did Gale Storm flapped his cotton-back, blasting forward another monstrously strong gale that rode on the winds of his own Tailwind, thus making his newly-created winds even faster than the previous ones.

Wrapping around itself, the winds turned into another large, newly-created windstorm that rose straight towards Rend and her own blackened gale, which caused a chaotic clash of air that sent wind blasting around everywhere. The Whimsicott had to brace himself for the winds that forced him to the ground while Crash squinted as he stared up at the storm of winds that was created by their attacks. Of course, with the Mismagius being right inside those Hurricane, it would be expected for her to take the most damage.

Philippe managed to make his way to the scene of the battle against the the fierce winds, only to come upon what seemed to be a swirling vortex of black terror. The man's eyes widened at the sight as he gave a rather girlish squeak and hid behind a bush.

"By Arceus, it's the apocalypse!" he said to himself over the winds. He then took out a pad and paper. "I should write this down to use in my production!"

With the concentration required in keeping the vortex of Ominous Wind alive, Rend was almost unable to see that Gale Storm had created yet another one. This time, there was no way to take it over with her own attack. Just to go in with brute force. "Rend, do you think you can manage Mystical Fire?" Aile shouted. She was trying hard to keep her hat on her head. It threatened to blow off to who knows where.

"Mismag!" Came the reply. From the outside, it looked as if nothing happened for a moment, the two whirlwinds practically at a stalemate (Rend's was being forced back a bit). However, a flicker of light came from within, steadily growing and being enveloped into the storm. Soon, it was a veritable tornado of fire and darkness itself. The mere act in of itself was exhausting. So with her last bit of energy, Rend forced hers forward, toward Gale Storm, before attempting to drop lower where the winds wouldn't hurt as much. But from the outside, it was nearly impossible to see what was happening.

It was then that Gray made his appearance. He rode on the back of an obviously annoyed Pan with Lan. At least this battle made it easy for them to find Aile. Gray hopped off to get a closer look, stopping next to the man who had just arrived (most likely not to the later's notice). "Wow, it's really windy around here!" He exclaimed loudly.

"My name is Nobuyuki Hideyoshi, but everyone just calls me Nobu." The boy said, introducing himself. When Arisa grabbed his hand, he stood up, allowing his Buizel's paw to fall into his hand.

"Oh and this is Rimen." He added, introducing the Pokémon.

Zuraiyn stepped out onto Centrico Plaza and looked up at the Prism Tower. He knew that it was a Gym, but he wasn't going to be able to beat it yet. After letting out a sigh, he went down Estival Avenue and stopped at Café Gallant. He figured stopping for food would be a decent idea. He was hopeful that someone around would know where another Gym was beside the one in the Prism Tower.

That push towards Gale Storm would've been the case, but it wasn't, merely because the last of Tailwind had its back against his own Hurricane, and thus, had the storms of wind and fire still in a stalemate. Of course, with wind being... wind and all, the dark flames would also be somewhat sucked into the other attack. Gale Storm himself was at least able to get up off the ground while resisting the storm. Crash's clothes, as well as his hair, were actually rippling from the intensity of the move clash. It was breathtaking, but that didn't stop Crash's brain from coming up with a solution to his problems, or at least, a 'solution'. "We just need one more push! Go, Gale Storm! End this windstorm with Fairy Wind!"

And as if there wasn't enough elements inside those hurricanes, the wild-haired trainer decided to add one more into the fray. Gale Storm grinned at the command as the half-fairy type spread his cottony back once again, this time letting a mild pink glow encompass before he flapped it forward. Instead of a super-fierce gale wind, it was merely strong wind accompanied by an elemental force. The pinkness of the wind was an indicator to it. This wind was merely used to feed the hurricane he created to grow even larger. Since the one Rend took control of wasn't getting the same treatment, it would petter down. Thus, scientific being met with a stronger wind-force, the tornado of fire and darkness would outright be absorbed by the larger tornado, now that it was even bigger than before. The two would basically merge with the updrafts that went along with it, into one great hurricane of darkness, fire and fairy power. Whether Rend was up or down, there was no escaping that monstrosity of elements, at least not from it sides.

"Nobody can be Gale Storm in a battle of wind! In that type, he'll blow you away!" Crash boasted with confidence as panted from the large releases of attacks at once. If the tornado wasn't going to knock her out, which the feisty boy was so sure it was, it would certain act as a long-enough distraction for the Whimsicott for get his breath back.

Philippe glanced up from his notepad at the boy next to him, only for it to almost fly out of his hands. After securing it, the man nodded.

"Yes, I suppose it is," he replied before turning back to his notepad. It was then that a stray blast of Mystical Fire hit the bush Philippe was crouching behind, causing it to go up in flames. The actor yelped and jumped away from the bush before looking up to see that the swirling vortex of dark wind had now grown into a swirling vortex of fire and... Fairy energy.

"I must talk to these trainers before I take my leave," he said, more to himself than the boy next to him.