Snippet #2570066

Tulip sighed as she finally reached the desk. This whole place was a mess; hopefully the rest of the island wasn't the same way. She handed her ferry ticket and, after some searching, her pokedex. Maybe she needed to clear out her bag one of these days. It was always such a mess...but then, ho would she find anything if it wasn't a mess? She nodded as the receptionist advised her to keep them with her at all times. It wasn't like she had intended to leave them anywhere, after all. Those were important; the only reasons she was able to come to this island.

She turned around, looking around. Where to first? But something else grabbed her attention. Was there a battle going on over there? She glanced at Flare, who looked up at her curiously. With a small nod to herself, she made her way towards the battle, occasionally bumping into others along the way. She stopped as soon as she could see the battle. It was one of the people she had bumped into earlier, and someone else, too. She glanced between the two. One looked to be older, but that didn't always matter. It could go either way...though she hoped the winner wasn't the older one. He seemed...far too cocky. That didn't usually end up well.

She looked over the Pokemon curiously, using her pokedex for any Pokemon she didn't recognize. Which was all but the Pidgeot. But she couldn't tell which was stronger. Instead, her thoughts were turned more towards a contest state of mind. Gardevoir was pretty...and Pidgeot wasn't too bad, with suck long, graceful feathers, and even Metang was alright, with a metallic gleam. But Dusknoir would never be her choice in any contest. What did he call them? Grim and Blue? Oh well. She found herself a spot where she could clearly watch the battle, and gave Flare a brief glance.

"Maybe, if we watch, we can learn a few tricks. There aren't any fire types...but any attack could be useful in a contest, when used properly. Pay attention, alright?" she noted to Flare, who nodded eagerly.