A murky gray sky spreads over the Park, shrouding the Park in an almost depressing dimness. The scent of rain weighs heavy in the air, as if the sky is about to drop in a downpour at any moment. Babbs hopes that the unstableness of the Ruins doesn't plop them straight into a rainstorm, but she's prepared for it nonetheless--impossibly huge pack carries all manner of plastic ponchos, ready for distribution, as well as a towel or two.

Babbs knows, though, that no matter how prepared she is, the Park always has something up its sleeve that she won't be prepared for. Such was just the nature of things around here. The Galarian Pokemon had been on the island for a long, long time--they'd migrated here in minute numbers a long time ago, with a bit more trickling in every year. This year's biannual population census had finally revealed the Galarian Pokemon to be in populous enough numbers to allow Trainers to encounter and capture; until now, they'd been instructed to steer them clear, not wanting to threaten the sensitive populations.

The old Ranger grumbles and scratches at snow-white hair as she approaches the gate, reaching for the rolled-up sheet of paper in the waterproof box attached to its post. Watery blue eyes scrape over it as she unfurls it, and slightly-sour expression perks slowly into a bit of a smile as she reads it.

"Algar, ehh?" she muses underneath her breath, stifling a bit of a chuckle. If there's one thing she was good at, it was giving that boy shit every time he came through here. She bundles up the piece of paper and returns it to the box, casting her gaze out toward the direction of the docks. Hopefully, the boy won't be late--she's not looking forward to getting rained on.

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The air was humid and thick, as if ready to burst at any moment. Algar made a last check on his things before leaving the house; 2 Pokeballs on his waist, large backpack with all the necessities, an umbrella and raincoat for the inevitable rain (though if they were going to be in the ruins the whole time, he doubted he needed them, but better to be prepared right?). With his preparations done, Algar picked up his stuff, bounded down the stairs, and took off towards the Park.

Once there, Algar took the Parkrail to the station nearest the Ruins. Yep, definitely going to rain, he thought, arms grasping at his backpack straps as he took a look around. The Ruins themselves were up ahead, and he could just barely make out a figure standing near the gate that'd let them in. Algar quivered a bit with excitement; He'd found some fun new Pokemon recently, and he'd be able to use them for the first time on this run, and would you believe his luck? He got Babbs as his Ranger again! Algar started to suspect that the old dame was purposefully grabbing his applications, as he walked towards the gate happily. He didn't release a Pokemon yet, as he wanted to surprise Babbs when they got in there. With a cheerful smile on, Algar greeted Babbs with a "Hey there young lady, you wouldn't happen to be the legendary Babbs, would you?"
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