Sean was taken a little aback at Guzma's awkward reaction, but he appreciated that he took his sincere help. He was happy to see that the two like his help. He got kind of worried that Guzma thought him weird, or didn't like him, but judging by how he looks, he kind of looks like a thug or something. Maybe he just wasn't received well with others? Maybe. He wouldn't doubt it, especially if he had looked like that before.
The ride to the top was quite a peaceful one, but the action happening down below was less so. For such a peaceful region, the Pokemon here were abnormally aggressive at times. Must be mating season or something. He wouldn't doubt it, it was Spring. The gondola made its final stop and it had come to a stop slowly and nicely, letting the passengers disembark on toward the tournament. Sean smiled back at Atty, who had thanked him. When she asked him the question of how long the tournament was going to take when he caught up to her, he suddenly fished around in his backpack for a brochure about the tournament and finally pulled it out. He opened it and showed it to the couple while still allowing himself some sight, so he can read aloud. He found the passage, and pointed at it, while reading: " 'The tournament will be up for no later than a week. All participants must register by Sunday, and housing and food will be paid for the participants to stay and be fed while they train for the battle.' Wow, they are pretty hospitable. Uh... Anyway, 'The festivities will last until Sunday next week. If the participants can't battle for any reason when they are set to battle at 12 that day, they will be forced to forfeit their position, and their opponent will automatically win.' Well, that's less nice. Well, I wouldn't doubt it. I heard from one of the locals that the stadium was going to be used after the tournament as a kind of a Pokemon Ranger stadium, where Rangers compete with their Styluses to capture as many Pokemon as they can and they get points by how many they catch and how strong they are. I heard they were supposed be up in about a half a year, but I'm not so certain. I'd watch it, though."
After that, he put the brochure away and looked up to see the area sprawling with stands with food and merchandise being sold from places all over the world. Lumiose galettes, Castelia cones, Lava Cookies, Rage Candy Bars, Old Gateaus, Shalour Sables, Sweet Hearts, Poke Beans, Poke Puffs, Poffins, Poke Blocks, Apricorn Juice, Tapu Cocoa, Pinap Juice, Roserade Tea, Komala Coffee, and even the ol' Lemonade, Fresh Water, and Moomoo Milk. Anything anyone wants, they'll find here, including cinnamon Donphan ears and Pika-Cola. The registration building was huge, towering over all the concession stands and casting the nicely paved path towards the doors in shadow. The grass was neatly trimmed, and the registration building had three floors. The first floor had a lobby and a registration office, with a Pokemon Center and a specialized Almian Pokemon Mart that sells Pokemon Ranger merchandise. It also has a cafeteria for the participants. At the basement, there are gyms specialized in training the Pokemon one brings over for the tournament, and the top two floors have living areas and little lobbies with elevators and stairs that lead to the main lobby at the entrance. At the back of the main lobby, there is a plexi-glass, reinforced tunnel that leads towards the stadium, where people can take the stairs leading up to the bleachers to watch. There are specialized key card slots at the gates, that allow the trainers to swipe their cards and enter the battle arena when it is their time to fight, where they meet up in the middle, show some good sportsmanship, and then head off to the opposite sides of the battlefield to start the battle. The registration office is where one could give their trainer ID if they are participating, where they can enter their room, order food with the ID and enter the battle arena, which all have key card slots next to them for this very purpose (thanks, vaultie, for giving me this idea on your own RP XD).
Sean looked around in astonishment. There seemed to be a whole lot of everything happening all at once. He saw a nicely dressed man in a suit and tie, slicked back, black hair with bright blue eyes and pale skin. The man stood a good five feet and eight inches and he was entertaining the kids. When he saw the three walk over, he let the kids play somewhere else and approached them with a friendly wave. When he greeted, his voice boomed with confidence and projected itself, something that any host needed for their show.
"Hello! I assume you are going to be battlers. Step right into the facility and you will meet with Alaina, the secretary who works at the Registration Office. Give your ID, so she can clock you in as official participants of the tournaments, so you can receive all the benefits here. There's also another brochure to see what you are really getting, as well as a map for the entire building. Now, excuse me, I have to make sure the kids don't tear down any stands. I'll see you at the main lobby when tomorrow rolls around. See ya! Hey, kids, get away from there!" As the man dashed off to stop the mischievous little kids from tearing down the peanut stand, Sean just chuckled at the kids' antics and then walked up to the large building's door. It was glass that was edged with aluminum and steel with a metal door handle. He looked back and asked them if they were coming inside first to get registered. Joltz and Arboria, tired from all the days of staying up late to get here, retired into their Poke Balls, a flash of red light marking their departure towards their spherical confines.
