Ranger A. Silverswift.
"Chimey, I haven't had a run for so long," Argent complained, looking towards his trusted partner, a Chimecho -- she was probably one of his smallest Pokémon, but the one with the biggest heart and the one whom he worked best with. He enjoyed spending time with the Wind Chime Pokémon, and that was how he'd spent most of his life -- even when he was doing his paperwork in the Ranger Outposts, Chimey was always either in a very close proximity or otherwise resting on his desk as he wrote furiously. Argent was quite frustrated with being pent up in his office, however, as he hadn't been out on a run in quite a while now -- every time he went to claim a run, he found that it had already been claimed by someone else, and that kind of irked him. He'd also gathered a reputation, somehow, of being kind of slow when he was rangering the trainers that passed through the park -- he'd show them, and he knew it. He'd be as fast as he possibly can -- if he wanted to, he could possibly sprint the whole way through the run, bashing through and making his trainer capture ALL the Pokémon!
That day where he'd finally get another run would be today. He sat wide-eyed at his computer screen for hours upon hours, just looking to see if someone new was signing up for a run in the Park -- he'd been getting desperate, sure, but he simply had to get out of the office during working hours. He was going stir crazy. All of a sudden, more text - text that hadn't been there before - appeared on the screen, and Argent jolted upright, looking at it almost like it was some kind of mirage. But it wasn't. If he was fast, no-one else would claim it. So, like a bullet, he quickly clicked on the post, typed in an acceptance message and that was it. He'd finally got another run to take, and he almost whooped with excitement -- but he didn't, because, y'know, that would be socially unacceptable and also against the rules, him being in an office and everything. He quickly printed off the necessary files from his computer, snatching the scattered pieces of paper as soon as they had left the printer. They were still warm when he picked them up.
Stuffing these in his satchel, Argent swiftly rose from his seat, and swept on a heavy jacket -- he'd be going to Oktori, after all, and that was, truth be told, quite a cold place. Especially now it was winter, Argent would have to wear some warm clothes in order to make sure that he didn't get ill. Chimey could see that Argent was being overly quick, so she delivered a sharp slap to his face with her flowing, ribbon-like tail... in a not-so-elegant manner.
Slow down, Argent. You'll do yourself an injury, Chimey jingled at him. We're not in any real rush here, you know.
Okay, Chimey, Argent replied back through his thoughts, sighing slightly. Let's just go.
With that, Argent headed out of the outpost, looking into the sky -- the island had a rather strange climate, even though it was winter. It wasn't as harsh as other places -- having stayed in Mahogany Town in the wintertime when he was younger, Argent knew how bad winters could be there. It seemed here, however, it was only mild -- that was not true for other sections of the island, though. Argent knew that each part almost had a different mini-climate to the other, and as such it would be bitterly cold at Mt. Oktori, which was, unfortunately, where he had to go. Quickly changing before he left, he emerged from the building in a black trenchcoat, large snow boots, a deep blue scarf, gloves and a hat with earflaps -- trousers too, evidently. As he stepped outside, he whistled sharply -- a signal to his Arcanine, Luwenhart. He'd obtained it from a young girl named Georgia Stacks as a Growlithe, and he'd trained it into being the strong Pokémon he knew today.
Obediently, a large Fire-type rounded the corner on Argent's whistle, barking all the while. It was a rather large canine creature, striped red-and-black. Argent vaulted onto its back acrobatically, and on his command, the ex-Puppy Pokémon sped away from the area, positively bounding. It seemed to be moving at a speed beyond anything Argent had experienced before -- this was actually his first time on Luwenhart's back, so he was completely new to the experience of riding a Pokémon (not in that way, pervert).
In a while, they'd arrived. Argent dismounted, but stayed close to the Fire-type with one hand on his side, glad of the heat that Luwenhart produced for him by just being there.
"Now all there is to do is to wait for Eraizaa," Argent said to himself, and he began to whistle into the bitter breeze.