The interior of the Crimson Guild HQ was just as massive as the exterior seemed to hint at, if not more so. Comprised mostly of wood, the atmosphere inside was bright and glowing. There was a main desk in the center of the room, a staircase in the back that led to the upper floors, several glowing bulbs that accented the warm atmosphere, and circular windows to provide more light. The right wall had a massive map posted to it, detailing every Region in Ruula with several pins and markers of various colors tacked to several locations. On the left wall stood a bulletin board detailing jobs and tasks to be completed as well as a leader board for all the members. Most of the names were too small to read, but the top five were easily legible from most spots in the room:
1. Team Madness
2. Team Volt
3. Team Vitality
4. Team Razor
5. Team Slowpoke
Likely to Shirako's surprise, there were very few Pokemon roaming around the building. In fact, now that she recalled, there weren't really many Pokemon in the area at all. And while she was sure there was a reason, it didn't stop the nervousness beginning to swell within her. The area was friendly enough, but she felt unsettled.
But the place wasn't completely bare of Pokemon. In fact, there were two standing behind the desk...a Plusle and Minun combination. The Plusle seemed as positive in attitude as his positive energy implied, a smile painted on his face as he continued to work. The Minun represented the opposite of that, her eyes darting all across as she bounced around the interior counter. Both seemed to be too hard at work to have noticed Shirako come in initially. And both seemed to be under a lot of stress.
Finally, the Minun glanced in the direction of the front door and stopped, "Hello! Is there something I can help you two with?"
Two?"Oh, uh...I-I'm not with her. Y-You can go ahead of me."
A younger voice stammered behind Shirako and when she turned around to see who it belonged to, she would find another Eevee, sitting behind her like he was waiting patiently in line. He looked as young as he sounded, probably no older than eight. His gaze was on the map to their right, examining it as if he was trying to decipher what it meant. He looked about as timid as she was.