It’s not hard to wonder why anyone would actually choose to set up a laboratory out in the country and away from proper civilization, but considering its quaint peacefulness, it’s the perfect location for Hendrix to conduct his engineering experiments. While the noise has driven some of the townsfolk mad, he’s limited his schedule to appropriate hours throughout the day.

His enthusiasm for helping others extending beyond his work as the Pokken Rider – Hendrix has recently reached out beyond his scope of engineering in an interest in fostering young would-be trainers in their own Pokemon journey.

Thus far, no one has actually taken him up on his offer - despite potentially getting a free pokemon.

And while the peace and quiet has allowed him more time in further developing his suit, he can't help but feel slightly disappointed. He can't help but wonder if the location is too much of a hassle for people to travel over to, but it's not like he's expecting some young child to approach without proper supervision from their guardians.

His ears slightly twerks at the sound of a young yet vaguely familiar voice. He pushes against his desk, causing his chair to slide out into the open as he slightly swivels in a circle. "Come in, come in!" he invites warmly with a smile. Wearing a lab coat over a navy turtleneck and jeans, Hendrix looks the part of a professor - a stark contrast to the leather jacket and shirt he wore the last time the ginger had meat him.

Hendrix thought he had put his life in law enforcement behind him, but he can’t seem to escape getting involved with the government. His experience as a former Interpol Officer and his current profession as one of Hoenn’s head professors make him a great candidate in overseeing part of the region’s military recruitment.

There have been a few good candidates thus far, and though his input doesn’t hold any weight, that doesn’t prevent him from having his opinions in the matter.

”Miss @utah ?” he calls out. ”We’re ready to see you.” he says rather plainly.

His eyes perk upwards at the odd-looking volbeat. it's unique coloring is intriguing, drawing him towards it. He calls out aran from her pokeball and with a point, she claws at it with a dragon claw.

The attack catches the bug by surprise and it goes down, giving Hendrix enough time to toss a pokeball.

The festival’s overall vibrance brings a smile to Hendrix’s face as it’s a good reprieve from all the damage dealt to the region thus far. Though the scent of nicotine from his cigarette smothers over him, he’s still able to follow his nose to the plethora of food stalls all around.

Slipping his hands out from his pocket, he stops in front of one with a smile. ”Didn’t expect you to be running one of these.” he says to the dark-haired girl.

Pointing over at one of the cheese dreamy’s, Hendrix quickly pulls out a wallet. ”So Stormy, how much for one of these?”

Another day, another stroll in the park. THe safari park, that is.

Hendrix's interest in this selection isn't great; however, he's eager to see what exactly the warden ticket might just have to offer - especially since it's a unique selection full of unique pokemon to collect.