Fred
```Nabbed for Black and Ingo! Will send a starter v soon.```
Ludivina
A room, an odd one at that. Ingo was told this room got destroyed by an unfortunate event, it was additionally Red's former room according to the information he could gather. He had a thing for manual work and repairing things, so the conductor offered his help in an attempt to repair some things that have been smashed and damaged. Entering the room, he looked around, wondering what could have happened here. The room was tidied up but what was broken was still here, he wondered if it was even possible to save something in here. His Chandelure by his side, he slowly stepped in. Ingo was an awfully quiet guy when he was all alone, although he sometimes mumbled some things to himself or his Pokémon, it happened he sometimes hummed songs or whistled too. The window seemed to have been replaced not so long ago, but not everything had been picked up it seemed.

Looking at the smashed television, he blinked a few times and sighed, well, this was beyond repair, unfortunately, or maybe not, maybe he could pick up some spare parts, and repair something else using the parts! What seemed to be a bed was... Also beyond repair too, though Chandelure took its sweet time to wander around the shattered bed, it seemed to like it. This little one always seemed so attracted by the weirdest of things and it Ingo could not wrap his mind around it, well. He guessed it picked on its trainer, aka himself, he too was a mysterious one after all.

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Crouching down in front of the TV nonetheless, he reached his hand over to pick it up and inspect it, something was off about this. Giving a glance to his Pokémon, he noticed it started to get unnecessarily restless all of a sudden, he knew his partners's behavior after all, so he immediately got the hint. "Something's bothering you?" He directed to the chandelier ghost, looking back at the TV he held, which started to make some sparks despite it being unplugged and smashed. The subway boss suddenly let go of the device in surprise and fear to get electrocuted, even letting a shriek escape his lips, whoever was nearby most definitely could have heard that scream!
Annette
Oddly enough, the first thing that came to the conductor's aid was a singular Yamask that looked around curiously upon hearing the shreik once it had floated it's way over. It waved slightly at seeing the Chandelure, quite pleased at seeinf another ghost type around despite it usually having a saddened expression and endless tears.

Maybe it had just appeared here. After all, in such a destroyed room that was rather dark and dusty I'm assuming, it wouldn't be all too much of a surprise that a handful of small pokémon might come in to make it their home. 

Yet it seemed so oddly comfortable around Ingo for what could be a 'wild' pokémon, even if Yamasks *Were* Humans themselves at some point, it was even put at **Ease** When seeing the man there.
James
"Yaaaam!!"

A rather childish-sounding voice called out, the quick sounds of footsteps gradually becomming louder as a brunette came into view from the doorway. He already had a small plaster on the side of his hand and another wrapped around his finger. A clumsy one, huh?

The Yamask floated in over to this boy and let itself be gently scooped into his arms and hugged like a stuffed toy, as much of a smile as it could create being on it's face as it could make. 

It's trainer, or at least what might be someone it knew, looked up at the man in dark clothing and wore an even brighter smile on his face.

"Hi Mister Ingo! Wait- MISTER INGO?! How did- Since when did you get here?"

He cocked his head to one side with a confused expression before walking over to the television and bending down to it since it had been dropped again.

"Oh cool what's this for? Well I mean I know what it's *For* But why do you have it??"

Already so many questions. The pure ghost type in his arms could only look up at Ingo with an almost apologetic look as it's trainer wondered if he could touch this broken TV or not.