Pokemon Tabletop United

Lucian glares sullenly after Theo, sinking into himself. Three out of five to avoid already, one of which didn't seem amenable to being ignored. Neither ideal nor practical, but not exactly new, either. At least he was getting it out of the way this time. His gaze sweeps over the guards, one of whom seems to be watching him intently. Why was he here? Buying into this loathsome system so... what, so he could dismantle it from within? What kind of halfwit thought like that? Aside from Champion bait...

It was all just... so tiresome.

"It's uh...not been the...most auspicious start to the journey, has it?"

Shaken from reverie, Lucian looks to... the... small one, briefly cursing his minimum of attention during the certificate ceremony. Why were they still here, anyway?

“It's... ah... nice to meet you."

Oh, right. Meeting and greeting. A lie, of course, but one he can’t muster the drive to refute. Instead, he cocks an eyebrow and grumbles, "Is it? That's new." He accepts Ivy’s hand, gripping more gently than might be expected. "Lucian Mandragora. Mechanist, futurist, humanist. Hopefully, the rest of our journey will go more smoothly. Eventually."

Zeus radiates <doubt> before popping off to scour for sour at the buffet. Annoyance begins to bubble back.