#phoenixheart

@phoenix-heart liked for a starter! 

For all his thirty odd years being alive, an experience on this train was something that he did not anticipate to be exciting. His passing interest in engineering did not have him perusing every available text on the matter. The man was but an observer and he did enjoy it greatly so much so that he begins to cheer for the battlers he thought worthy. 

He did not, however, partake in any of the battles himself. Whilst he had a reasonable team, he wanted to be sure that they were not injured for he would need their assistance later. Sure, he could happily engage with the young Trainers, but that would mean spending time to heal his Pokémon and his time, right now, was precious. 

Various other spectators on the train are watching the ongoing battle. A young girl with a Sylveon, definitely been to Kalos, he muses; and another with a Mismaigus. The two Pokémon seem to be having a lot of fun even as they attack and dodge each other’s attacks. Sycamore smiles at the sight. Ah, the passion of youth! He is no longer young but he hopes that he is still a capable battler.

There is another person nearby him. Sycamore turns to that very person. He can’t really see what the other person is doing but is intrigued as he sees a flash of colour emerge near the person’s self. Why not? They can wait. He walks over and introduces himself: “Excuse me, forgive my intrusion, but what exactly are you handling right there?”