[RAID] PokéCon

[Gwennythe]

Nicolette, Hall

"Huh? Wha'?" Henrietta was confused by Nicolette's question at first until she remembered just why her hands, needs and, particularly, side, were still hurting.
"Oh! Yeah! It was just a fall! Totally fine!" The younger girl grinned, she hoped, reassuringly. "Better than them!" Henrietta pointed out the Rockets being led away and gave a raspberry in their direction.

The chaos of battle, the sound and sight of building damage, and the presence of the paramedics got her to pay a little more attention to what was going on beyond just the main room.
"Oh man.." Paramedics meant people were really hurt.  

[Catzandbirdz]

Luke and Akira

With Alder assisting the girl, Glacia hitched up the skirt of her dress and the legs of the pants underneath and stepped down from the platform. The hems still got a little wet, but it at least made it easier to navigate around the various debris to get to the red-haired boy and his friend. They seemed physically fine for the most part, for which the Elite Four member was thankful. “Are all of you alright?” She paused to give them time to respond. She directed her attention to the trainer and his Crobat. “Thank you for your efforts. Please move outside to have your license checked.”

With an overconfident smirk, the trainer backed off at last and left. Good. As far as he was concerned, the lousy Rocket would get what he deserved.

Turning back to Luke and Akira with a weary sigh, she waved a hand to signal over an assistant. “Take this young man out to have his ID cleared for me and to put the police at ease, will you?” she directed him to Akira. For Luke, she personally wanted to take care of that matter. “I apologize on behalf of the League and myself,” she said. “Today was unfortunate, and your mistreatment unjustified.” She took a second to pull together the most reassuring smile she could muster, given the circumstances. “Alder was impressed with you and your friend earlier. And you handled yourself very admirably in the face of adversity. If you would come with me, we’d like to ask some questions and finish clearing this entire situation. Is that agreeable for you?”  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Hall, Henrietta

The girl nodded, glad that the young trainer was alright, and offered a brief smile. "That's good, I'm glad." Mention of 'them' made her glance up again at the two women who'd caused a commotion just a few moments before, and it made her nervous again. What made her more nervous, though, were the paramedics that moved into the conference room. Luke and Rosie were still in there. Ohh, she hoped they were both alright...

"Por?" A Vaporeon maneuvered around the legs of various people and pokemon as he wandered, his fins slicked back as his dark eyes cast around for Inigo. He couldn't find him, though, and that worried him. The area had been too crowded, and he'd got separated somehow - and now had lost the grunt. What to do..? Oh! Oh, that girl from before! His fins perked up slightly as Nerius trotted over to Henrietta, and he looked up at her hopefully. Maybe she knew where Inigo was. "Vapor?"  

[Gwennythe]

Hall- Nicolette, Nerius

Henrietta gave a smile in return to Nicolette commenting that she was glad, then blinked as a Vaporeon, a familiar one, was making his way over to her. With a wince, setting Gummy down, the purple haired girl crouched to meet him, extending her hand gently.

"Hey there! Aren't you with Inigo?" She asked, confused, but brightened up. "Well, that's okay! He just went somewhere with the officers but I bet he'll be out any second!"  

[Catzandbirdz]

With the battles ceased and IDs largely cleared, it was time for the investigation teams to move in and clear the area, beginning with the main hall. Outside, the trainers slowly dispersed, and news vans were kept at bay. Those waiting for news regarding any friends still detained inside were asked to return home for the time being. Rosie was removed to an ambulance headed for the hospital, while Luke was escorted out for questioning.


Main Hall

By the time the vendors were allowed back in to check on their wares, things were certainly a mess. There were puddles of standing water in some areas, scrapes and scorch marks here and there, and trash and other dropped items were trampled into the ground. One place even had a set of burrowed holes! (“Bruno!” “...Hoo hah?”) The booth that had been selling Pokeballs wasn’t in much better shape, though the sealed storage bins had protected the merchandise from the worst of it.

Stopping at a puddle next to the booth, the pink-haired vendor picked up and shook off a small, plastic rectangle with a pin on the back. The text on the front side read, “HONEY.”

“Oh! I found my nametag!”


Detained Rockets

As for Izaya, the two female Rockets, and the Rocket known as Alphonse, they were handcuffed if they weren’t already, their Pokemon confiscated, and then removed to a windowless meeting room in the back. Inigo was already sitting there, waiting; as as soon as he’d been pulled from public view, he’d been forced to the floor, handcuffed, and had his pokemon confiscated as well, due to his outstanding arrest warrant in Sandalwood.

Not 10 minutes later, the sound of a door slamming could be heard, followed by the sharp sound of angry bootfalls approaching down the hallway. “What the HELL is going on here?” demanded a very aggravated voice. From the sounds of it, it belonged to a very furious woman, who was also the owner of the nearing boots. “Get me whoever was in charge of security and tell them to meet me in conference room five. They had all day to do their job, I want to know why it took a bunch of attendees and the PANELISTS to actually DO IT.” The guards around the detained Rockets flinched as the door to the room was flung open.

The woman who entered stood at roughly 5’7”, if the black boots peeking out from under beige pants were ignored. In her left hand hung a basic gray backpack. In her right, a silver PDA was being abused by angry strokes with a single thumb as messages were received, sorted, or sent.

Giving the poor device a rest, the woman swung her head to clear her view of medium length auburn hair. Orange eyes quickly scanned the room and all officials and staff within, before coming to rest on the group of detained Rockets. The fiery emotion fell bitingly flat.

“Oh, great.”