Charlene
While the gym leader was on his way to Canalave City, he jumped from a gentle poke behind him. "**Argh!** Shit, don't surprise me like that", he turned around to see a man dressed in a tuxedo. In the senior's hand a letter with a wax seal on it. "Is that for me?", seeing the man nod in approval, the maroon haired male snatched the envelope. Ripping the edge of it, he skimmed to the letter. 

"Huh... A gathering place for the strongest trainers? As long as I could train my rock types there, I don't mind going", he accepted the man's offer. After the flight, Roark arrived in a mansion that was the height of a Wailord. "Damn, it's so easy for someone to get lost here", he furrowed his brows as his wandered.
Robert
Venturing around the mansion was a must for a journalist like Lao as he's almost always curious. Lately though it's been quiet, too quiet. Maybe *Just* Maybe would be a right time to do some training. He's really not an experienced trainer, but giving Rinni some fresh air might be a good idea. *Or so he thought.* 

Releasing the Chingling out of it's ball, the first thing it did was plop to the ground face flat. It's squishy body got up, gazing around the new place. "So so so buddy? Whaddaya think?" At first it stared into his soul, opening it's mouth as if ready for an opera performance. "WAIT DON'T—" Chingling screamed, vibrating the mansion as if it were an earthquake. A few frames fell and nearby glass broke, on top of that there was a passerby too! Lao covering his ears ran up to the pudgy yellow ball and pushed his foot into his head.
Charlene
It was quiet, but that didn't bother him too much. That wasn't until he heard an ungodly screeching nearby. Covering his ears, he winced from the sound of the demon spawn. Hearing a cracking noise, his glasses lens shattered from the piercing cry. 

"Great...", he mumbled to himself. Looking in front of him, the mocha skinned man saw a fuzzy figure with a yellow blob. Having difficulty figuring out what the hell those things are, he approached them with loud footsteps. "What the hell is that **Thing** You brought here?!", Roark frowned at the supposed trainer.