<em>Pik pik pik pik...</em><br/><br/>Dai had been doing his best to ignore the persistent tapping of the pidgey pecking at the window of his hotel room. The damn thing had been at it for hours, and at this point he was ignoring it out of spite as he tried to focus on his magazine. It was the contest off-season and the poke-fan convention he had been invited to had been a complete bust. It was a tiny little thing and there was hardly any media here. With a sigh he put the magazine down and took out his notebook. He still had to decide the order of his routine for his next magic show. When the Contest Spectaculars were away, the magician would play.<br/><br/><em>Pik pik pik pikpikpikpik!</em><br/><br/><strong>"Ugh, you nasty little ball of feathers what do you want?"</strong>Dai huffed and opened the window, leaning away as he let the pidgey flutter in. It quickly settled down on top of the dresser, a puffing up its feathers as it settled in after its long hours of pecking. It was the first time Dai had actually looked at the bird, and he finally noticed the message tied around its leg.<br/><br/><strong>"That's an old-fashioned way of sending fan-mail,"</strong>Dai said as he plucked the mail off of its leg. He unrolled the small scroll, and his eyebrows raised as he read it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the five trainers spoke softly to each other, Dai strode onto the scene, wearing a black suit with shimmering purple sequined accents and a pair of sunglasses on his face. He certainly wasn't dressed for roughing it, or the beach. In one hand was a shopping bag from Cerulean's stores and he lowered his sun glasses down a moment to take in the sight of all the trainers and pokemon gathered around. His gaze halted a moment on the wailren and his expression tightened a moment, but he quickly tried to brush it away as he ran a hand through his strawberry blond hair and flicked his bangs casually as if to brush off the tenseness.<br/><br/><strong>"Not going to lie I expecting this to be some sort of scam or something,"</strong>Dai said, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose to their proper place. He didn't follow the competitive battle scene at all, but a few of them vaguely pinged his memory as being a Someone in the battle world. Not necessarily a band of shmucks then and maybe not a scam. Really though, Mewtwo? Dai didn't believe THAT for a second.<br/><br/>From behind him a sleek roserade showed herself, taking her own gauge of the situation. She looked almost more on top of absorbing her surroundings than her vapid trainer. She practically oozed cleverness and grace, calm and collected with every one of her movements. A fancy green ribbon was tied around her neck, the golden badge of a master rank clever contest glimmering in the light.<br/><strong><br/>"Rade..."</strong>she prowled forward a bit, placing herself naturally between the walrein and Dai as he approached the group.<br/><strong><br/>"Daiki Ikeda,"</strong>Dai introduced himself,<strong>"Master ranked contest spectacular star and stage magician at your service. You may have heard of me..."</strong>