"Of all the idiots we could've been paired up with, we had to get stuck with the suicide bomber and Mr. Drug-your-own-teammates." Kael grunted to Lupus, offering his companion a cigarette from his package. "They're scented, so they don't leave that tobacco smell on your breath." The statue offered just enough shelter for both of the men to stay dry, and keep the tiny flames of their cigs from going out. Kael took a deep drag off of his before exhaling a thin tendril of smoke from between his teeth, "I personally don't have a problem with killing...Just, not like that. Not so reckless, and not with risk of hurting my own allies. Loyalty is everything, and if you can't trust your own team to not put you to sleep with spores or blast you into the Distortion world, then who can you trust?" Kael murmured with a sigh, lightly dropping the used cig to the ground before crushing it with his boot.
Kael pulled up his sleeve, exposing a pale arm covered with twisting black tribal designs occasionally marred by a scar. A black waterproof watch coiled around his wrist; it had been nearly an hour and a half since the Squads had split up. Biting back a curse, the trainer rolled his sleeve back down and lifted himself up onto the statue before sitting down between Dialga's leg-pillars. Kaine emerged from her ball in a shadowy haze as her master pulled his guitar out of his bag and began to strum a familiar slow, sad melody on the instrument. "If you want, we could have a friendly little battle between our pokemon whilst we wait--I doubt the other teams will be finishing anytime soon, and we're close enough to the pokecenter should we need to heal up." Kael suggested, continuing to pluck at the guitar strings as his Luxray let out a slow yawn.