Ales lounged against a pillar in the Snowpoint Train Station, turning his face up to the weak sunlight and closing his eyes. He knew he radiated calmness and confidence; he had to. Shooter's pokemon were worrying enough him. He couldn’t let them see that he, too, was anxious. After all this time…how would they get along? Maybe it hadn’t been so smart a decision after all. But he need to have a pokemon or two, and his old pokemon is nowhere. It would work out all right. It had to.
One of Shooter's pokemon, Corona, the Combusken, whom Ales had known for only two hours, stomped about, going a little way down one of the four paths at this train station platform, then returning to venture a short distance down another. His breath was visible in the chill, and his irritation was obviously growing by the minute. (Ales.) he finally ventured, (we’ve been waiting here for thirty minutes. Are you sure this friend of yours is coming?)
Ales’ lips curved in a slight smile as he answered without opening his eyes. “I’m sure.” He was. He thought about all the other times he had patiently waited for her. “Shy girls usually runs a little late. She'll be here soon...”
(Meh.) Corona sighed as he folded his arms and approached Ales. (I still couldn't believe, all this time a Celestrian is living inside Shooter's body. I don't know whether I should be happy, surprised, or mad...)
(You never know what to do, that's for sure. Think with your brain for once, idiot.) said a sharp, mocking, and confident voice. Standing beside Ales, is a green pokemon with leaf sprouting from his head and he has a lizard like appearance. He's Roy the Grovyle. (We've been with Shooter for seventeen years, and yet, you know nothing.)
Corona growled, his feet engulfed in flames, and he jumped to strike the Grovyle down, but the Grovyle's leaves that grows on his hand sharpened, now as sharp as a sword.
a moment before the pokemon clashed, pulled Corona's and Roy's tail, throwing them in opposite direction. "That's enough, you two!" The red haired Celestrian ordered, glaring at the pokemon.
This is going to be hard.
Right now, Ales is wearing the standard uniform for Snowpoint Academy student; The uniform for boys consists of a white, short sleeved button up shirt with the academy crest on the left chest, and long, black trouser. A pitch black cloak with raised collar completed the outfit, giving the impression of a royal or noble person because well... The school is intended for the elite.
The uniform for girls is white lace-frilled short dress, with a pair of white fingerless glove and white high heels, giving the impression of a 'lolita'
Some people would like the uniform, but not Ales.
He wore his button up shirt open, revealing a black shirt underneath, and he doesn't really feel comfortable with the cloak, though, it made him warm... Snowpoint is the exact opposite of Twinleaf...
Ales took a deep sigh as his eyes scanned the area, looking for Midori.