<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/gqTJHn/pok.jpg)</div>Before Minora could have her questions properly answered, another person showed up. She seemed to recognize the brown haired male. apparently, his name was Tristan. And the very loud and assertive brunette called herself Naomi. Apparently they were trainers, and champions at that. Minora hadn't delved much into that world herself, and never bothered keeping up on news of people that battled pokémon for sport. Her affairs had always been focused on the safeguarding of the creatures, and to the green eyed ranger, fighting them against one another seemed to be an antithesis to that. Nonetheless, it was a legal practice, and the fame of Pokémon battles did also bring about a lot of funding to keeping their many sanctuaries safe. That, and wild pokémon were a necessity to keeping the sport alive. So it was a double edged sword, as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/>She was about to introduce herself to the two champions, when yet another person arrived on the scene. A tall, blonde man; very fit and arriving up to the cave in clothes meant for travel. Minora had to admit, he was a bit handsome. When he spoke, he spoke of MewTwo. The other two continued to converse and it seemed that they had all been summoned here as well. Minora rifled through her baggy pants and produced the letter that had been brought to her by the pidgey. She read it over again, finding no mention of MewTwo's name on it.<br/><strong><em><br/>"I just got this letter by a Pidgey. Sooo.. yeah, here I am. If there's information about the Legendaries going missing, I need to find out. Oh. My name's Minora, by the way. Minora Eventide... of the Kanto Region Pokémon Rangers"</em></strong><br/><br/>Minora decided to leave out her disgraced status for the moment. No need to have to give a bad impression or have to go through the explanation of that fiasco.<br/><strong><em><br/>"So... Mewtwo, huh? I've never heard of him...her..it?* And I live in these parts."</em></strong>, Minor addressed the three, as yet another person came up.<br/><br/>This last addition to the group was a bit older than the rest of them, a woman with very motherly endowments. She'd fallen on the ice bridge her pokémon had laid out form the boat she'd come down the waterway to the shore. As the woman got up and adjusted herself, Minora caught herself staring at her chest for just a moment too long before looking back up.<br/><br/><strong><em>(I'd like to bury my face in those bazongas!)</em></strong>, the ranger's crude inner monologue slobbered.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Minora."</strong></em>, the ranger cleared her throat and introduced herself once more, offering out her hand to Mio while nodding to the others.<br/><br/>The sweater clad matron was quickly stolen away in conversation by the woman claimant to a TV personality, Naomi. She seemed very full of herself, and already Minora's underbelly of a personality was starting to dislike her. Meanwhile, everyone's pokémon seemed to have all started up with their individual antics. Renzo himself had kept quiet and hidden from the new company, as was his nature. He wasn't shy, just cautious. If there was ever an advantage to not being known, Renzo would take it. Minora counted up the heads, and did her best to attach their names to their faces as she listened in on their conversations.<br/><br/><strong><em>(Poke the blonde one, Ivan!)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(Why would I poke Ivan?)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(Because he's cute!)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(No he's not! and why does that matter?)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(Just do it!)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(Shut the fuck up and let me think!)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(How about the hot momma?)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(GO. AWAY!)</em></strong></div><br/>Minora rapped herself on the side of her head a few times before shaking it in a flurry of messy, blue locks as she tried to shake away her own argument.<br/><br/><strong>*Edit</strong>