Some days were longer than others; didn’t matter all that much to her, since challengers were all she would typically be concerned with. There were quite a few of them throughout the day, and although a few of them had certainly proved their strength, they were ultimately no match for the Elites put before them. By the end of it all her Pokemon were well worked, but in no way exhausted from the challengers’ attempts to blaze through the Elite Four. Liv herself felt particularly refreshed, thrilled (although she didn’t show it) to have been able to battle against some pretty tough trainers. As was usually the case, a handful of them she didn’t get the chance to see at all. So it goes.
Getting close to the end of the day, she decided against waiting around to see if there were any last-minute challengers, but she figured it would be good to end the day’s string of battles on a high note for herself. Though, it wasn’t as though she had much to prove to anybody - if anything, it left her team motivated and eager for the next day. Ultimately she retired from her chamber, heading toward the League’s kitchen to figure out dinner plans for herself.
Resting aside on one of the counter tops was a tablet, one of many that they would often use to check on the status of challengers, among other things. The system also served as an answering service for any important calls they might receive, and as Liv picked up the device, she noticed a blinking notification in the top corner of the screen. She thought that perhaps their secretary had been on break, as there was an unread message that’d been left for them - from the police force in Norite City, she mentally noted. Liv tapped the screen to play the message, and the image of an officer flickered onto the screen.
“The city is under attack! We don’t know where they came from, but there’s a hoard of Charizard terrorizing citizens and burning buildings! They’re proving difficult to control - please, Mr. Montague and company, we need your help.”
A map then appeared on the screen, with their destination highlighted by a blinking bullet point. The map remained on the screen at her disposal, and for a brief moment she wondered if the champion had caught wind of this situation at all . . . no, actually, odds are he’s passed out in his chambers.
Giving a sigh, the young woman brought the tablet along with her as she headed directly for Iggy’s room. She could smell the ash of his favorite brand of cigarette as she walked along the long hall to the champion’s room. There was a brief flicker of thought that perhaps he’d actually be conscious and aware, but her hopes were pretty quickly stomped out. Liv breathed a sigh, easily disregarding his privacy to pull him from his slumber with a good shove to his shoulder.
“Iggy, there’s a problem.”
