Let's just pretend that we know what we're doing :: Bianca and Looker
The Region of Unova: also known as The Land of Truth and Ideals. It was a strange region, with strange, fascinating Pokemon and people alike! Looker was no exception. Of course, despite the officer not being a native to this diverse region, he found himself in it all the time, quite recently for work, and other occurrences.
Today's ordeal: Team Plasma. The pesky bunch of old men would have been better off knitting sweaters with the old ladies, but alas, nothing was ever that simple.
The officer shook his head at the thought. Ever since the last run in with these guys, Looker found himself on top of the world; having captured the strongest, most feared man in the regions, Ghetsis... only to have him and the other sages escape just two years later. Currently, Looker found himself on a warning watch: one more screw up, and it could be over. The ironic thing here was that, even the International Police themselves had banned the officer from anymore involvement of Team Plasma. Still, Looker was dedicated to his job, with the excuse of "having to fix what was broken". With no assistence of any kind from the organization, Looker found himself alone in the vast region, unsure of where to turn next.
Today, the officer found himself traversing the serene little area known as Nuvema Town. A few people bustled around, but all in all, it was quiet. The officer sighed; he certainly wasn't used to this. He glanced around, his eyes finally settling on a large building that stretched alongside the path, "The lab, I assume..." I asked to no one in particular.
After a few minutes of second guessing his location, he found a young lady standing near the lab, her blonde hair short, and her little green hat askew in the slightest. He approached her quickly, and tapped her shoulder, gainer her attention, "Should I have interrupted, please forgive me. If it is not any trouble, I would care to ask the route in which I should travel to..." He paused, pulling out his communicator, only to remember that he was forever alone in this. He sighed, "Er... may I ask, for what path shall I take to reach ... je ne sais pas-- Driftveil City?" .
