Ooc:
Hey, I like that idea, Tombi! Tieren will be gray and Dominic will be poop brown.
Ic:
Tieren smiled.
"You need any help?" he asked of Leyton as he retracted his left claw and offered the arm to the tired Pokemon. He looked away for a brief moment, lost in thought.
I'm going to have to reveal to them that I used to work for Nero at some point... but before I do that, I'll have to gain their trust. I won't betray them, but they can't betray me either if any of us want to survive. I'm the one who knows the inner workings of the PokeColosseum.
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Dominic calmed down for a moment as he saw a Cyndiquil ask the group if everyone was okay. Cyndiquil was a small Pokemon, no matter the specimen, and it somehow reassured Dominic to know that even a small Pokemon such as that was able to take responsibility and love the group even though none of them had met.
He realized that the Piplup and Cyndiquil seemed to have a special bond, so it was possible that they had known each other before the escape, but he couldn't be sure. Nonetheless, he approached the Cyndiquil.
"Good afternoon," he said, bowing in the way he had been taught by his father.
"I am glad to know that you find concern for all of us. Any caring emotion is highly valued right now." He paused.
Oh, I'm sorry! Where are my manners? My name is Dominic; I am a Vibrava. What are you called?"
Ooc:
Yeah, there's no poop brown...