I walked up the stairs and saw the guard.
"Is Kirihara Reiji Here?" I asked before I went in.
"Yes he is, Silver-sama. Just got here yesterday." He nodded
"Great thanks." Then I walked into his room.
[Exit to first floor]
Walking up the stairs, a guard was guarding the door. I sighed slightly was all this heavy security needed, I wondered. When was this implemented anyway and who signed off on it? The guard was a very tall man, bulging muscles fit in a tight fitting armored suit. He was rather intimidating, but I was an heir of power so this didn't have a true affect on me. Though I could see how it could nerve some young trainers coming to challenge us.
"Is Kirijara Reiji here?" I asked the guard.
"Yes, Silver-sama, just got back from his wild adventures" the guard paused, "Hey...erm...so my son, he's eight now and talking non stop about Pokemon. Any good advice for a first time father and trying to teach his kid about Pokemon?"
"Oh he wants to become a trainer," I said with a smile, "Well let's just say fire is the best choice."
I moved past him and into the room. I didn't know Reiji that long, he was the replacement of another member who went MIA. I knew him very little, he was a quiet individual whom didn't speak a lot. Most of his views poinant and passionate. He was an artist at heart. Obviously he wasn't trying to make an impression, as there was more light in the room than what usually was there. The ceiling was an illuminated night sky of galaxies and paths. The floor was ground like and made of sand. And I was probably the only one whom knew under this platform was an aquarium.
"Kirihara-san," I said making my presence known to him wherever he was, "Are you here?"