Rave didn't really feel any particular inclination to head for his newly assigned room, choosing instead to make his way to one of the less populated corners of the reception area and lean against the wall, lazily studying the crowd to get some kind of overview of his coming opposition while his tail continued to flick slowly back and forth under his cloak. Unlike most of the people around, the youth wasn't the least bit bothered by dressing in such dark colours as his outfit despite the fact that the sun was shining brightly from above, a clear indication that the day was on its merry way to become warmer, and despite the fact that the sheer number of people crowding the place was quite significantly contributing to the temperature with their combined body heat. Rave was a Houndoom morph, after all, and if anything, heat only served to increase his energy, making him all the more eager to hunt. Still, he restrained himself from these thoughts...it wouldn't do to start out a hunt in the middle of this crowd, tempting though the thought was, as that would surely lead to him being disqualified from the place where he could do some real hunting...the battleground. Yes, he just had to play nice for a while.
The Houndoom morph's gaze drifted to a rather peculiar morph, her coral pink hair and antennae, not to mention that scaled tail, standing in quite stark contrast to the dark and baggy clothing that she wore. Apparently the heat had gotten the better of little miss gothy, though, Rave noted, seeing as how she had undone her jacket. The Houndoom morph smirked, this morph seemed clearly water-based, even though he couldn't tell the exact species, and he came to think of that she could prove an...amusing opponent. Yes, even though Rave was not too fond of sunshine he could certainly picture having some fun with slowly exhausting her energy with a well timed Sunny Day, and it looked like learning those solar moves was finally going to begin paying off.
"Got fire?"
Hearing a male, deadpan voice surprisingly close to him, Rave turned away from his thoughts about the morph for a moment, focusing on the person adressing him instead; it was a lanky boy with an almost cipher-like appearance; messy faded black hair, squinty little brown eyes, and pale skin which bore a slight greyish decoloration, probably the result of long time smoking. His clothing wasn't any better; a messy greyish black t-shirt which had once more the name of some band or the other, a half-faded 'H' now the only readable letter, and a pair of baggy jeans which were hanging so low on his lanky frame that Rave wondered if it was possible for them to go any lower. The boy's expression was one of vacant emptiness, an unlit cigarette stretched towards the Houndoom morph in an almost pleading manner by a slightly wobbly hand, all of this pointing to the fact that this squib seemed completely oblivious to who he was talking to. Although Rave's initial reaction to such cadgers would have been quite violent, a more amusing thought entered his mind and he decided to go by it instead.
"Sure..." he replied in a would-be friendly voice, smiling politely as brought up his empty right hand right in front of the boy's face and suddenly lit it on fire, the flames wreathing so close to the youngster's face that they almost touched it, igniting and scorching away about half of his cigarette, "Help yourself."
The smoker's eyes suddenly widened in realization, his entire body trembling as he released the burning cigarette, allowing it to fall onto the floor as he rushed off with a sound from somewhere between a frightened squeak and a scream of terror.
Rave nonchalantly flicked his wrist, extinguishing the flames just as quickly as he had ignited them and watching in amusement as the boy fled, the Houndoom morph's tail now lashing far faster than before as the sight of a running target entered his mind.
"Allright then..." he said for himself, reaching out into the pocket of his trousers and procuring a coin which he weighed tentatively in his palm for a while, "Heads I hunt him down and kill him, tails I don't."
He flipped the coin into the air, the piece of metal twirling and glinting in the sunlight until it reached the top of its motion, at which point gravity had finally won out and now promptly dragged the object back down again, the Houndoom morph effortlessly snatching it from the air and palming it.
"Tails..." he noted for himself as he checked the result, his voice not really bearing any emotion whatsoever as he returned the piece of currency to his pocket, "It figures. Better luck next time, I guess." with that, Rave proceeded to stamp down his right foot on the still sizzling cigarette, using his heel to drive the burning tip back and forth a bit, the fire struggling for its survival for a couple of minutes before its energy ran out, a few last, thin wisps of smoke escaping into the air as it was extinguished.