[He had to admit that he had been pleased with her choice of location.
Oh, it hadn't surprised him any - it was human nature to recreate their failings, again and again, until the failure was moved past; either it changed the association by turning it into a success, or it cemented the association and became something to be avoided. He'd see how tonight turned out.
There weren't many around in the square at the center of Goldenrod City, especially not on a Monday night toward the middle of the month; those who relied on spending their paychecks on the bare necessities with one hand while the other tightened their belts were reaching those lean weeks toward the middle of the month where money was scarce and squirreled away for those last few days, and those who had extra money to burn surely would be doing so at the Game Corner or the more expensive quarters of town rather than buying training supplies. There were a few people here and there, and Kimblee was aware that they would likely be causing enough of a spectacle to be noticed by people on the street - large Pokémon attacks tended to do that, after all - but battling was commonplace in this world; it would likely go unreported. For the time being, he wasn't in much danger of being spotted; dark clothes against the dark skyline tended to have that sort of effect, and the black hooded mask concealing the entirety of his face was more than enough to ensure that he wouldn't be recognized.
He had foregone the common Rocket grunt uniform for something a bit different - a sharply tailored black suit, the only color standing out in the form of a bloodred tie and a smaller version of the Rocket insignia emblazoned just to the left of the lapels. Unlike last time, he doesn't have the Gardevoir out with him; however, unlike last time, he doesn't need him out just yet - there's another Pokémon there, invisible for the time being but still very present. He's taken up Archer's offer of using Alekhine; he trusts he'll be notified when his opponent for the evening arrives. For the time being, he's standing on the edge of that rooftop, hands clasped lightly behind his back, watching the few people still out and about in the square.
The scattered showers from earlier in the day have passed; it's looking to be an interesting night.]
EMMY ALTAVA - 03/11/13; AFTER DARK, ROOFTOPS OF THE CITY
Oh, it hadn't surprised him any - it was human nature to recreate their failings, again and again, until the failure was moved past; either it changed the association by turning it into a success, or it cemented the association and became something to be avoided. He'd see how tonight turned out.
There weren't many around in the square at the center of Goldenrod City, especially not on a Monday night toward the middle of the month; those who relied on spending their paychecks on the bare necessities with one hand while the other tightened their belts were reaching those lean weeks toward the middle of the month where money was scarce and squirreled away for those last few days, and those who had extra money to burn surely would be doing so at the Game Corner or the more expensive quarters of town rather than buying training supplies. There were a few people here and there, and Kimblee was aware that they would likely be causing enough of a spectacle to be noticed by people on the street - large Pokémon attacks tended to do that, after all - but battling was commonplace in this world; it would likely go unreported. For the time being, he wasn't in much danger of being spotted; dark clothes against the dark skyline tended to have that sort of effect, and the black hooded mask concealing the entirety of his face was more than enough to ensure that he wouldn't be recognized.
He had foregone the common Rocket grunt uniform for something a bit different - a sharply tailored black suit, the only color standing out in the form of a bloodred tie and a smaller version of the Rocket insignia emblazoned just to the left of the lapels. Unlike last time, he doesn't have the Gardevoir out with him; however, unlike last time, he doesn't need him out just yet - there's another Pokémon there, invisible for the time being but still very present. He's taken up Archer's offer of using Alekhine; he trusts he'll be notified when his opponent for the evening arrives. For the time being, he's standing on the edge of that rooftop, hands clasped lightly behind his back, watching the few people still out and about in the square.
The scattered showers from earlier in the day have passed; it's looking to be an interesting night.]