Area 2

The warm humidity and muck of the wetlands was one that El could adjust to - both due to their Lavaridge origins, and their regular outings into the wilderness. But the rain and fog made for unfavorable conditions for a different reason - namely, that of how far one could see.

Were the weather clear, they would've been happy to mount up on Akero and scout from the skies above until they found some more solid evidence of the hostile pokemon's presence. It'd be safer that way, too, they imagined - although the jury was still out on whether or not the pokemon was land-bound. But if they tried here and now, all they'd see was fog, fog, and more fog.

So instead, El would be on foot. And though in theory it'd be dangerous for someone like themself to be trekking the wetlands solo, well... It wasn't exactly as though they were alone - or on their own feet.

As a certain Isaac Merlo spoke, El perked up - unable to help a snicker at their brother's dry humor. "I'm okay!" They called back with a warm smile; although after a moment, the smile shifted to something a bit more concerned. "Are you holding up okay, Isaac..?" They questioned in turn; because even if he seemed put together and alright... They knew that under the hood, Isaac may not have been as healthy and hale as he used to be, even if he was still their plenty capable and clever brother.

There was multiple reasons why El had brought Akero with them.

But for the time being, it was Yggy who was out and about - the fully-grown Torterra easily plodding along like a moving island through the water and muck. El was seated on her back, using her tree as a crow's nest as they kept an eye on their surroundings. She didn't seem to mind these conditions one bit - looking quite content with exploring the marshlands - though that wasn't to say her guard was down. Much like El, her eyes scanned their surroundings -watching.

Waiting to see, if that fabled beast would appear.

But more often, what the two saw was Isaac glancing back at them - and in turn, El couldn't help but find their own gaze regularly shifting towards Isaac. As if they both needed the reassurance that their sibling was still present, still within sight.

But, voices would soon draw the two's attention - and El would follow Isaac's lead in meeting up with a number of people. A couple of the faces (namely that of Genevieve Cromwell and Aurelie Lefevre ,) were familiar - in that weird sort of deja-vu sense, that El had grown quite familiar with after the events of that dreamworld Galar. And for that reason, they were more than ready to greet everyone with a smile and wave as Yggy approached. "Hello!"

While Isaac was happy to provide a map for the group though, El would just answer Aurelie's question outright - confirming "Yeah; this is 119. I think we're in the... Southern parts of it?" Being a Ranger, especially one stationed out of nearby Fortree, they had a pretty good grasp on the surrounding area - even if the fog made things tricky.

But for the group at large, especially those who looked as though they were having a hard time (such as NIKOLA SAMSA ,) they'd offer "If anyone's having a hard time with all this muck and needs a ride, my Torterra - Yggy - is big enough and more than happy to carry a few folks." And they had a distinct feeling that she enjoyed carrying things around, now that she was big enough for it - perhaps because it was a display of how strong she is now.

TLDR:
- El is in Area 2, riding on their Torterra's tree and using it like a crow's nest.
- Following Isaac Merlo , joins up with the others of Area 2 and greets them
- Recognizes Genevieve Cromwell and Aurelie Lefevre in a deja-vu sense.
- Confirms to Aurelie that they're in 119
- Offers to let people hitch a ride on their Torterra's back.

There was a monster hiding out near Fortree. A sordid beast with a taste for blood and flesh. The creature's vile activities within the woods became impossible to ignore, it had to be found and stopped before it could harm anything else. Most probably sought to hunt it down and slay the monstrosity, but not Ambrose. Ambrose read the the news and thought of only one thing: Adding this badass to his team.

I mean how could he pass up a chance like this? It was like a metal album cover came to life, a pokemon like this would be the ultimate mascot for Ambrose's comeback! Ignoring the tragic loss of life that surrounded this hunt, Ambrose came to Route 119 far too eager to encounter this mysterious predator. The weather was not ideal, it was far too rainy and muddy to hunt efficiently. Not that Ambrose cared, he just threw on a see-through poncho (had to show off his abs, otherwise why were they there?) and his favorite boots and marched through the mud with unyielding gusto.

There was a path he could follow to get deeper into the wetlands, and he would likely encounter the other members of the hunting party should Ambrose follow it. But Ambrose was convinced that the best way to track down the monster would be to avoid the paths! It was what the monster would least expect--maybe. So Ambrose would wander into the wilderness, gallantly getting lost without a care in the world.

He did not expect to find anyone else out here, but it would seem that at least two others would have the same idea. That or they were two serial killers waiting to ambush careless stragglers, either-or sounded like a fun time to Ambrose! He marched up to the figures and passed them by with a skip in his step.

"Evening gents! Great night for it huh? Gotta love that fresh, WET air!"

tl;dr
--Ambrose is disturbingly excited to encounter a psychopathic cryptid.
--Ambrose goes to AREA 1 and avoids the main path, coming upon Shred and Grigori Sokolov . Greets them accordingly.