Field Studies Morning Class- Eins, Partnering Up (Open)

[Stephen Chabet]

Stephen was quickly drawn out of his reverie by the movement of the foxes, a bigger Jolteon growling at the other Pokemon, which caused them to stop playing. Taking that as a hint that the class was going to begin soon, he left the paper on the teacher's desk and scurried away to find a desk to sit in. The class had filled in almost all the way, leaving a single desk vacant. It was in the front, which he really didn't mind and so he sat down with Batista sitting to the side of the desk.

"Batista, don't sit in the aisle, the professor might try and walk through." he whispered. The weasel scoffed, before climbing up the metal siding and plopped down on the desk itself, drawing a sigh from Stephen. Batista turned slightly and gave him a cheesy smile. Silly thing.

The boy's suspicions had been correct as Professor Drescher soon got up from his desk, carrying what looked like notebooks and a small pencil case. The new student accepted the items with a nod and a "thank you", as the professor continued his way around the room. Opening the case, he took a pen out and wrote his name on the notebook. Stephen wondered how much he had missed and if catching up would be something doable. It was then, that Drescher began speaking, Stephen giving the older trainer his full attention. As if his mind was being read, the last class was addressed, but since he wasn't here, he knew that he fell into that latter category, and would just do what he could once he started.

Stephen shouldn't have been surprised about a paired assignment, but at the same time....he wasn't looking forward to it. He was very much an independent worker and the idea of a partner made him uneasy. From his experiences, people tended to slack more when they were working in groups and that led to one person doing much more work that half.  Being new, he couldn't think like that though, he needed to be positive. Maybe he'd get a great partner and luck would be on his side.

As the professor went through the matchups, Stephen's ear perked at his name and then the name of his partner. Brooke. Turning his head lightly, since he was in the front, Stephen noticed that there were quite a few girls in this class, and he could not be sure which one was the one that he was partnered with. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Not that anything besides their assignment would be taking place, but at least he was getting a chance to meet some new people. That was the point, right? Looking to his weasel, Stephen smiled.

"Well, guess we are all set." he said, stroking Batista's head. The Buizel chirped in agreement, also looking around at the different Pokemon that were in the classroom. Many of them, they had never seen before.

[Marci St. Pierre]

As he took note of their surroundings the Zoroark peered at each student and pokemon through squinted blue eyes while he settled in near Sterben, Creeper and the unknown sableeye that he had seen around a time or two. "Mjorn... good, with you and your girl here, maybe this class won't be so bad." Seemingly satisfied with what he'd gathered during his brief observation, the six foot creature dropped down to all fours, no bigger than a great dane that way. "I have a feeling that it will be a drag regardless..." Mjorn had the tendency to be a bit pessimistic, and today was no different. The sableye was introduced to him as 'Forsythe', a curious name that the zoroark filed away under curious things he wouldn't give much thought to. The instructor, Professor Drescher as Mjorn understood him to be called, had signaled for the start to class. The newly introduced Sableye clambered up into his masters lap and Mjorn glanced over his shoulder for signal from his own master.

Marci had slouched into a seat, noting the other students only enough to note that her presence had been taken notice of by Eloises' other blonde hound. Zayne gave her a silent nod in greeting, which was returned in a similar manner by Marci. That was when her eyes met the Asian boys. For a second there was a dangerous glint to her gaze and her nose wrinkled up just a bit. She had no problem with the other student yet, but if she displeased Zayne or hurt him... Zayne was as much in Marci's realm of concern as Eloise was, as Zayne belonged to Eloise, and nobody broke her things.

Christof called things to order and her gaze broke from Ransom as his squat purple pokemon clambered up into his lap. Mjorn turned his head just in time for Marci to snap her fingers rapidly, once, twice and three times. She wouldn't tolerate him acting an unattentive fool in public. Silently the zoroark fell into place beside her, seemingly unphased by the irritated summons he'd received. Marci after all, was typically irritated at one thing or another. There was a spike in her anxiety that drew Mjorns attention once more as he had let his mind wander while the teacher talked. Something about pairing up? Whoever his master had been paired with, Mjorn could sense that she wasn't too pleased with it. Shifting around a bit, the zoroark laid a forepaw over his masters foot, a subtle signal to remind her that he was still there, one small enough that others wouldn't see it. Marci promptly kicked his forepaw away and Mjorn retracted it without so much as a sullen glance.

Marci's eyes roaved around the room, seeking the girl she had seen before at the Halloween dance. Ylva...yes that was her name. She found the student in question, staring the dark haired miner down. In truth, Marci wasn't sure what pokemon the other girl had, but she was sure her Mjorn was superior in every way. The latter mentioned Zoroark had sensed her anxiety over the pairing, and it had been the unknown pokemon that had seeded it.

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Word Count: 597
Notes: Mjorn [Zoroark]

[Sinclair Van Etten]

Sinclair paid little mind to what was actually going on in the classroom, merely keeping his eyes focused on what the teacher might say and the motion of that rolling pencil. Such a thing soothed him, and made it less likely that he'd fidget in his chair and accidentally disrupt Chlori or Amaryllis's comfort in where they'd chosen to settle. It was because of this that he very nearly hadn't heard the girl beside him...or even noticed that she'd just sat down. In fact, the only reason his attention was even drawn in her direction was because of Titan - the gligar straightening on his perch and zeroing in on the petite blonde with that stern, suspicious glare of his.

"Huh?" Sinclair said, arching a brow and turning towards her a minute to both get a better look at the person talking and to better be able to reply. That brow only arched up higher as he took in the mini-skirt and the tiny top, and something in his head had him wondering exactly what sort of attention a girl that dressed like that was looking for. Oh, Sinclair knew well enough what most girls expected out of him, and it hadn't been beyond him to take advantage of those expectations a time or two in the past...but this girl. Well, she looked too young to be thinking about that sort of stuff. Too sweet and innocent.

"Brooke, huh?", he said somewhat gruffly, letting his gaze dart down her form again before meeting her eyes with a lazy sort of smirk curving his lips."Sinclair. Nice to meet you." That brow of his arched up again, and then after a moment he just shook his head, and bit back any comments he might have about her clothing choice. After all, there was no need to be rude right away - even if he did want to give her some 'friendly' advice about what might be appropriate to wear for a class called "Field Studies" and what might not be. It wasn't his place, it was Professor Drescher's. So let him deal with it. He gave the girl a final nod and then settled back into the rolling of his pencil, only slouching down a bit further into his seat as the teacher called things to order and began his treck around the room. 


A frown formed on his face as Drescher began to talk of last class's work, and his gaze absently darted down to his backpack. Oh, his work was in there, but it was - of course - unfinished. After all, it was difficult to fully finish something, at least for him, when the assignment had been so vague and there was just so much that was important to actually note. His frown only increased as the teacher stopped by his desk. This was it. He was positive that his pencil was going to be taken away and he was going to be asked to leave. A hint of a cynical little smirk briefly flickered at the corners of his lips, even as he tensed subtly in waiting. That frown quickly turned to a look of confusion though as that puzzle was placed covertly on his desk and then the teacher walked on. 


At first, he was hesitant, as if he wasn't sure if that puzzle had actually been given to him or if somehow he'd just started seeing things. Finally though, Sinclair would shift his gaze off that puzzle and focus it briefly on the teacher's back...as if waiting for Drescher to turn around and pick the thing up and put it back in his pocket. When the professor just moved further back into the room, Sinclair shrugged and then - miraculously - set aside the pencil and picked up the puzzle, his mind already working out various combinations of movements that could have the colors lining up. Fingers began to move, shifting pieces this way and that, a frown of concentration on his face as he worked. And while his hands were occupied, his ears continued to pick out what the teacher was saying - and every now and then he'd give a subtle little nod to show that he was still paying attention even though it appeared as if he wasn't. 


And if that wasn't evident by just that, it was likely evident by the way he jerked back in his seat in surprise and allowed his wide, unguarded gaze fly towards the blond teacher. Why? His gaze seemed to say. Why the hell would you do this to me? He quickly caught himself though, and even made a small derisive noise in the back of his throat. Pfft. Like he should have been surprised. Of course Drescher would want Sinclair to pair up with him. It was easier to get rid of him that way, wasn't it? To see how 'bad' of a student he was firsthand? 

He sighed some, and found himself wanting to fidget, instead, he let a slight nod be the only acknowledgement of what the teacher said, and his attention went promptly back to the puzzle in his hands - the motions of his hands over the pieces flying by quicker now as he tried to quell the unhappy rush of adrenaline spiked by worry that flooded through him. Sinclair did /not/ want to be stuck with a teacher. This was how rumors started after all. A teacher spent time alone with him, and then soon enough people started talking. And with that little shithead Zayne sitting so near, well, he hardly wanted such a thing to even enter into people's minds. It wasn't something he could help though, so he merely accepted it for now, and tried to settle back into the routine of keeping his hands occupied and keeping his troublesome mouth shut. He'd only move when Christof instructed them too, so he could gather his things and then gently extricate his foot out from beneath the two pokemon settled warmly on it. And then he'd wait for further instruction - as he was supposed to. His time in this school, it was limited now, really limited. He could feel it, and there was nothing he could do but wait or be the one to run first. But running wasn't really an option, so he decided to just wait. Wait and see.  

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Word Count: 1066
Tags: Brooke, Christof, Class 
Notes: Sinclair, Titan, Amaryllis

[Ylva Mandara]

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Ylva drummed her fingers on her desk but froze when Lariat burst out of the ball, barely fitting in the space he had for the classroom. She dropped her head on the desk as her Pokemon froze, not moving an inch.

Lariat couldn't tell which was more cramped. He hated the ball with a burning passion and always burst free of it when he knew it wouldn't hurt anyone. Grumbling in anger, all at the fact that he couldn't stretch his arms out. The large Pokemon looked around the room carefully, observing all the different Pokemon. He went to speak to his master but was silenced.

Ylva placed a hand on him and told him not to say anything under her breath. When he spoke, it was loud. Unnecessarily loud. Now that her Pokemon was silenced, she looked for Marci, finding that it was the same trainer who had the mesmerizing Zoroark. Ylva didn't know her but when she turned to her, she was already looking at her as well. The girl gave a short nod of recognition to the trainer and looked back to the teacher.

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Word Count: 189
Notes: Marci, Zoroark
Lariat is a butt.

[Zayne Maddox]

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   Wasn't this just perfect. He had to work with someone. Zayne's mostly emotionless gaze was broken up only by the occasional lowering of his lashes. In his head though, it was a very different story. In the time it took for his partner to be announced, he had already went though his tactics for getting his partner to stick well away from him.  Maybe 'casually' bringing up the fact that Banette were know for practicing voodoo. Or maybe a few well placed pokes with one of Sterben's larger pins would do the trick. He didn't want anyone getting near him and possibly seeing just how poorly he wrote.

     The only difficulty in this would be Marci.  If he was paired with her, well he certainly wasn't about to try anything like that with her. They were, after all, both Eloise's. He'd just have to be extra careful with her.  Then, Drescher announced who his partner was. Slowly his gaze lowered to focus on that notebook. He still kept his expression neutral, forcibly so.  Just what would he do now? He could try to intimidate Ransom... but, he really couldn't. Squirming just a big, he tried to focus on the fact that he at least might be able to stay inside... if that 'yes sir' indicated Ransom was agreeable.  Resisting the urge to pull his notebook into his lap, he spared a glance at the other boy, to try to gauge how he felt about their pairing. Maybe he would be disappointed, not that Zayne cared or didn't expect it, but this could have been a chance for the other boy to get to know someone he should be talking to. 

    Sterben was still rather cross, and for once (recently) it wasn't in regards to the Asian boy. No, the Banette had noticed that Houndoom.  He had made a point to give the other a pointed warning. Pulling one of his larger, round ended pins from his tail pouch, to absently raise the three inch 'weapon' absently so that he could consider it's tip, as if he were merely bored, but his button eyes pointedly shifted back towards that fire/dark type. Whether or not the canine understood it, he had sent his message. He wouldn't hesitate to make the other's trainer pay for any problems that uppity pokèmon sent his way, or his child's way. Whether he would have rather went after the pokèmon or not was irrelevant, Sterben knew the pooch had the type advantage, and Sterben had only one concern, the safety of -his- child. 

     "Yes, Zayne is a good boy", Creeper had offered very softly.  He didn't mind being referred to as 'psychic', even though Sterben often threw it at him like an insult. His actual name, well it might not have bothered him if it had been given to him by one who hadn't been vicious.  Zayne's older brother was not someone the Mr. Mime ever missed, not for one second. Unfortunately, Zayne had only ever known him by that name, and he had no way to communicate a desire for it to be changed, or to inform the boy what his name had been before his parents had melted their brains. He had to say, it was nice to meet the Sableye. 

    Well, the pleasantness had been a nice change, but it was doomed to brief. He had also noticed the Houndoom's look.  More concerning was the emotions that wafted from Sterben. Sighing tiredly, he did his best to ignore the fury, and malicious aggression that flowed all too readily from his 'teammate'. Fidgeting some, he took a moment to concentrate on the round red pads on his finger tips as they brushed against one another.  "Perhaps... we should at least wait until Goliath is on hand?", he suggests softly.  He didn't like when Sterben provoked other pokèmon, especially dark types. Both of them were at the disadvantage against dark types, it was bound to get them into trouble one of these times.  At least with Goliath around, the impressive fighting type had the muscle and the type advantage to discourage an attack by said dark types. Well, at least this time, Sterben's only response was a displeased sniff, as he returned his pin to his tail pouch. 
 

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Word Count: 724
Tags: N/A
Notes: Zayne, Sterben(Banette), Creeper(Mr.Mime)
  *for those who may check Bulbapedia, Mr. Mime is in fact weak against Dark types, it's only due to Gen VI introduction of Fairy types (which currently aren't considered to exist) that it says otherwise on the Mr. Mime page.* 

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[Brooke Kinsey]

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The cute boy took a moment to notice her, but when he did, he definitely noticed. The way his eyes took in her choice of attire had shivers running down Brooke's spine. His rough voice had her mouth drying up. That lazy smirk made her knees weak... Yes. Brooke did believe she had a crush. A blush made it's way over her cheeks as she smirked, not noticing the small shake of his head.

He hadn't noticed the small sableye in favor of the bannette, mr. mime, and the zoroark that moved towards them. Not until it had gazed at him so sternly. The tall bannette pulled out a needle, obviously threatening Giggles and his trainer. Oh yes... The ghost would pay for that... It would pay dearly...

He couldn't help but snort derisively at the thing before turning to ignore the four of them. Just as he turned to make his way back to his Brooke, the professor's espeon, a beautiful specimen, walked right underneath his long muzzle, brushing the underside of his chin with the tips of her forked tail. Giggles simply lifted a brow at the small female and continued on towards his girl.

The bossy jolteon said it was time to stop and she got licked by her new playmates. Comfortable with her new friends, Tiny curled up against the flareon's body and began to drift off while their trainer talked.

Brooke snapped to attention when Mr. Drescher began to speak. The pens and notebook that were placed on her desk were quickly taken care of, her name immediately written on the front in what her grandmother (who insisted she learn to write) called "Brooke calligraphy". Every line fluid and graceful. She heard him say something about pairing up and an assignment. Brooke was listening, she just wasn't the type to hang on every word someone said. When he began listing off partners, Brooke listened for her name and heard that she was paired with someone named Stephen.

She was a bit disappointed that she hadn't been paired with the adorable Sinclair, but she could always flirt with him later. She looked around the room but found herself completely in awe when Lariat, Ylva's aggron, burst out of his pokeball and filled an entire corner of the room. Sure, he was the same size he was before, but seeing him in such a small space really carried it home. 

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Word Count: 403 (Sorry that took so long. She wasn't workin with me. >w<)

[Christof Drescher]

   Christof did notice the look Mr. Van Etten leveled at him.  His only response, however, was the slow lifting of a single brow.  He couldn't fathom the other's misgivings.  Oh, he knew well enough, that he wasn't exactly a desirable partner for any of the students, but the other seemed genuinely... was it afraid? He would have thought the student had more sense then that.  Then again, he did still get feel that there was more to Mr. Van Etten than the boy would let on. It would take time for him to get a full measure of what went on in the boy's head, and he would have to be patient if he wanted to figure it out. 

   It was nearly time to get moving. Christof's pokèmon certainly knew, and were preparing to head out. Chlori offered Amaryllis a little lick, before waiting for the Sneasle to move first, before picking herself up and stretching.  She'd walk with Sinclair and his pokèmon, she had decided.  Cerberus, in the mean time, had settled down, and let the little Shinx cub settle in for a nap.  So, as Nephthyus got up and stretched his fins, the Flareon offered the cub a little lick, and if she didn't mind, would pick her up by the scruff gently to carry her along. Cerberus wasn't currently papa to any young cubs, but he'd carried around and Eevee or two; he knew how to be gentle.  Aphrodite, for her part, wasn't the least bit troubled by the Houndoom's response to her, and merely yawned, before stretching out.

   Arching her back absently she absently filed away the goings on of the day for later.  After all, a lady knew how to always get what she wanted, it was only a matter of time. really.  Just as her dainty paws were about to carry her to a desk near the door, where she would settle on the top and wait for her Christof, that was when Lariat popped out of his pokèball without warning. With a startled growl, she used teleport and ended up at the side of Christof's desk, hackles raised and tail stiff.  The reaction of his teammate drew Shattenblitz's attention away from the Banette that he had been keeping an eye on, a deeper growl of warning making it clear that messing with members of his pack wouldn't be tolerated, as his ears twitched and he looked to see what the situation at paw was. 


   "Zurücktreten!", the order came, firm but without anger. Aphrodite and Shattenblitz both settling their ears back into a submissive and calm state.  The psychic of the pair even sat herself down to do a little pointed grooming. She was rather indignant over having been startled by the other pokèmon.  At least she was calm now, knowing that her Christof was in charge of matters. 

   "Ms. Mandara", began Christof in a firm, and somewhat displeased tone.  He had stiffened a bit, ready for what might come of the sudden appearance of the large pokèmon.  As it was, the Aggron only seemed a bit perplexed by his current situation, and was hardly aggressive or fearful.  "Return your pokèmon to its ball", he commanded sternly.  Nitro was fixing a stern glare on the Aggron himself.  He didn't issue a sound, letting his master do the talking, but his gaze was likely just as clear.  He was no more pleased by this than his Christof, and he was ready to bring things to order if the student and her pokèmon were unable to do it themselves. 

    Christof waited, watching to see how the girl would manage.  No, he wasn't pleased, but at the same time, there were matters to observe even in this exchange.  The students were young, and all from different sorts of backgrounds, as such, they had different needs when it came to relating to their pokèmon. The best way to figure out what those were was to note the behavior of the pokèmon themselves, rather than focus on what a student might choose to show him. 

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Word Count: 694
Tags: N/A
Notes: after one more post from Chris, I'll start another thread so that we can separate Ransom and Zayne (who will be staying in the classroom) and everyone who's going 'outside'.  I'll have a link for the outside, and get the Zayne/Ransom one going when the time comes.  Everyone in this thread should claim this one as a class thread once we move to the next, and can claim the next one separately.  Those who didn't join this Field studies class will have an opportunity with an 'Afternoon one'.  Further instruction will come on the next post <3

[Ransom Takahashi]

The grin on Ransom's lips was likely a clear sign that he was actually quite happy indeed with who he'd been paired up. It was certainly more comfortable working with someone whom one already knew...but even more so, it was really rather pleasing to be able to spend the next hour or so in the pretty blond male's company. "It's nice that we get to stay inside, don't you think?" He asked the smaller boy easily enough, a hand settling lightly on his Sableye's upper arm. "Bannette don't generally care for bright light, do they?" His attention shifted briefly to Sterben, and then down to Creeper as well before glancing up again. "Or Mr. Mimes?" This last bit, well it had to be a question as he was unfamiliar with the psychic type's habits...but it might seem like he didn't care for them. 


Forsythe himself was just as pleased, his gaze taking in the others across the way. It was always more comfortable for him to be indoors, and he couldn't help but think that Mr. Drescher was doing them both a kindness - as the German teacher's instructions both saved his eyes from aching and kept his human in the company of the blond boy that Ransom seemed so infatuated with - and because of that, the edges of his mouth curved upwards in a bit of a smile. Still, he didn't venture to say anything and merely shifted as was needed while Ransom readied notebooks and pens and whatever other supplies he'd need to be able to do the assignment at hand. 

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Word Count: 272
Tags: Zayne/Sterben/Creeper, Class
Notes: Ransom/Forsythe(Sableye)

[Christof Drescher]

Posting for Stephen Chabet

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       Stephen was surprised by the shift that took place in the classroom.  With what started with a sudden appearance of a rather large pokèmon, things became a bit tense.  Fortunately, everything seemed to be under control, as the Professor dealt with the disruption.  He wasn't as surprised as Batista.  The curious water type had already been engrossed in the classroom, eager to see the new sights and smell all the new smells.  The Buizle jumped some at the appearance of the Aagron.  She valiantly resisted the  urge to hide under the desk as a growl was exchanged, and a firm tone was issued from the teacher, but did duck down just a bit, ready for whatever came. 


    When the time came that things were completely clam once more, and either the duel steel/rock type returned to his ball, or some other outcome was determined, the loss of that sudden spike in adrenaline got to her.  Buizle tended to have a  lot of energy, but even they had their limits, and after their long trip to get to the school, her limits were being reached. First it was a simple yawn, eyes squinting shut slightly, as her jaws parted in a long drawing of breath.  By the time she released that breath, and her mouth lightly snapped shut, she was feeling quite ready for a nap, but tried to content herself with a bit of grooming instead. 

     At such a point, the Buizel's state wouldn't be missed by the professor. He couldn't really know what the other's motives were, but Stephen would then be instructed that he should go to his dorm and let his pokèmon rest up, there was even a neutrally offered suggestion that he should do the same.   With that, and equally emotionless 'assurances' that they could discuss getting him caught up later,  he took Batista along with him to get some needed rest.  It was a bit disappointing to have missed out on the chance to get to know the girl that would have been his partner, but there would be plenty of time for that, when his pokèmon was at 100%.  It really had been a long trip for both of them. 

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Our friend Rex needed to step out of the game for a bit.  As such, we will consider Stephen to have left the classroom as the other students do, but he will go to his dorm instead, as  the professor suggested.  In my post as Christof, I will officially reassign partners, so everyone has a match.  

[Sinclair Van Etten]

Honestly, he still wasn't sure what to think about being paired with the /teacher/...but Amaryllis could sense his nerves and did the best she could to try to assuage them. As the leafeon shifted away from where they'd been cuddled, she stayed beneath the desk as the human gathered up his things to head outside, and stretched up to rest forepaws on Sinclair's knees, giving him what she hoped was a comforting look. Even Titan's gaze seemed to have sympathy warring with the normal worry...but Sinclair paid no mind and merely offered the sneasel some soothing pats and Titan a slightly tight but genuine smile. After all, he didn't want his pokemon to suffer simply because he was having some kind of inward fit about having to work with the teacher. 


Honestly, he didn't even know what the big deal was anyway. It wasn't like Sin had never been made to work with teachers before - they all thought he was up to some kind of trouble or other, even when he wasn't. Either that or they all thought he was too stupid to function without a teacher hovering over him. Why should any of the teachers in this place be any different? A slightly brooding expression settled on his features, but he was quick to stifle it - shifting his gaze down to the two cat-like pokemon at his feet. "All right guys, guess it's time to go face the music, huh?", he said softly, giving a bit of a stretch before settling his backpack up over one shoulder and then the other - after Amaryllis made it clear that she would walk like Chlori. 


Titan, meanwhile, was busy preening at a bit of fur on his chest - his head bent momentarily away. The sound of a large, heavy pokemon bursting out of it's ball, though was enough to have the fur he'd been working on ruffling all over again as he turned squinty eyes on the Aggron as it stood there, looking confused. A bit of a huff escaped the ground-type and he actually glared at both the steel-type and the girl who couldn't control it, and then finally shifted off of the desk that had been his perch to start to take flight. 


Even Sinclair turned to watch the proceedings, a slight shake of his head given as first - the Aggron burst from it's ball - and then the boy that had come in last left too. He sighed, slipping a gaze down back to the pokemon at his feet before raising it to Titan. People in this class were dropping like flies, that simple exchanged look seemed to say. And it was likely that they would be next. Sinclair sighed, a moment taken to school his expression and posture back into something closer to the detachment and I-don't-care attitude that got him through crap like this, and then just stood there, waiting to figure out what to do next. 

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Word Count: 499
Tags: Class
Notes: Ready to move when you are! ^_^ 

[Marci St. Pierre]

While Marci wasn't the kind of person to start easily, she jumped visibly when Lariat burst fourth from his pokeball unannounced. The large steely pokemon was too big for the space his trainer had been sitting in and she closed one eye tight as desks and chairs shifted around the large creature. On the bright side, he was no fighting pokemon so if it came down to showing him who was boss, Marci was sure Mjorn could handle himself.

Mjorn glanced over at Lariat, a bit surprised himself though he didn't start as his trainer had. He blinked slowly, blue eyes showing a hint of shock. If he burst out his pokeball like that when he'd been intentionally put away... He looked to Marci who was appraising the other trainer and her pokemon. Mjorn could only imagine how curious his Marci would be if he'd done something similar.

The thin blonde allowed her eyes to slide to the Professor, who didn't look pleased with the situation. He didn't show any clear anger aside from the hint of displeasure in his voice, but it was apparent enough that he was unhappy. Backing up the Professors order was Nitro, his stony faced Jolteon. She could tell easily enough that the eletric type canid would see the dual type back into his pokeball of it were necessary. Her delicate hand reached out and Marci let it rest possessively on Mjorns head. He was a good boy...for now.

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Word Count: 260
Notes: Mjorn [Zoroark] Sorry it took so long, didn't realize it was my turn.

[Ylva Mandara]

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Ylva buried her face in her hands. Not again, and not now. SHE understood that he grew up outside of a ball and that the only time he's ever had to be in one was when she came here, but as for the others, they didn't understand and she knew that. "Sorry guys." she apologized to the startled classmates and ignored being pushed by his sudden size, used to being partially sat on by him several times in her life.
"Get you thick ass back into the ball! You could have hurt someone you dolt!" She whispered in harsh tones, although it did little good, as some of the class was in shocked silence. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but he had to learn, stiffened or not.

Lariat stretched his sore joints, grumbling and looking at the startled class, feeling kind of bad about that.
"But, I... I.." He was helpless to say anything, his master had a good point and he knew that both of them would be in a lot of trouble if he decided to sweep her over with his tail.
"No. No arguing. Back in the ball. I'm tired of fighting you on this." Ylva rubbed her forehead, but decided to pat his stomach. She never wanted to hurt his feelings, but the harsh words were the only way to get anything through his thick skull.

Lariat helplessly ducked his head and returned to the ball, giving an apologetic sorry to the Pokemon in the room and what few trainers could understand that he was saying sorry, even though it sounded like a large metallic mess to most people, his master petted him and returned him to his ball.

The ball shook some little and Ylva gave it a soft pat, looking back to the teacher and giving a slight pained face, popping her hip. She needed that, considering she nearly got sat on. "Sorry for the disturbance Mr.Drescher." Ylva sat a little lower in her seat and stayed still, trying to make herself invisible to the rest of the room. She wasn't used to being looked at by very many people at once, or drawing that much attention. Hopefully he could stay out of his ball outside. Everyone else would be a lot happier if he's happy.

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Word Count: 391
Notes: Lariat (Aggron)

[Zayne Maddox]

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   Zayne considered the other male's questions, and what all he might say. He didn't usually care to speak at all, so he liekly would have preferred a simple yes or no response. It wasn't. however, as simple as that, it seemed.  Well, whatever he might have said found itself on the back burner.  The disruption to the class took precedent. He was startled, yes, but in cases such as this, he was used to not registering shock.  Sudden, loud crashes, things being scattered across a room, they were common enough (to him), not to be noticed.  Besides, it was safer not to show to much of a response... much, much safer.  Still, inwardly Zayne was surprised bythe large pokèmon's appearance. 

    One good thing about the desks, he could gently squeeze a Sterben hand without others noticing.   This, was precisely what he did, the possessed plushie like pokèmon a source of comfort for him.  Sterben, for his part was not amused.  No, he wasn't amused at all, unlike all the idiot humans in the room, and their equally idiotic pokèmon (Marci, Mjorn, Sterben, and -maybe - Ransom excluded ), he could feel that his Zane was anxious.  Once the initial shock of the moment passed, and his child could loosen his grip, a Sterben was up on his feet, standing on his seat to glare his red button eyes right at the girl and her oversized hunk of rusted scrap metal. Oh, the ghost type was furious, and wanted nothing more to make that girl hurt, to bad the instructor and his dark type... stupid dark types anyway, was around.  Then, he'd make those two pay for upsetting -his - child. 

    Creeper, for his part, was just as accustomed to chaos and dangerous things existing in what others considered safe.  His concerns, however, were more towards his ghostly teammate. Sterben didn't usually think before he acted, not when he felt someone had crossed over into what was his.  Sometimes that not only meant trouble for the ghost, but for the very boy that the possessed plushie meant to 'protect'. The Mr. Mime was on his feet, but fidgeted a bit with his long fingers, worrying his hands some.  He wanted to try to talk a Sterben down, but he wasn't much in the mood for more abuse from the aggressive plushie. 

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[Brooke Kinsey]

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Giggles had run to her side as soon as Lariat busted out of his ball, but she hadn't noticed until he put a large, warm paw on her bare leg and growled softly. "It's okay buddy. Don't worry, I'm fine." She grinned at him and looked back to watch Ylva get the enormous aggron back into his ball. She never carried a ball for Giggles or Tiny. As a matter of fact, the only time they were even in their balls was when it was necessary, like on the plane coming to the academy. 

When Ylva got the pokemon back into his ball, Mr. Drescher dismissed a student. She wasn't sure who he was, but then the teacher called him Stephen. Well isn't that just great. Brooke couldn't help but sigh a bit. It seemed that, unless she was paired with someone else, she'd be alone, probably put to doing busywork. She didn't mind in the least, but it'd be much more interesting to spend time talking to someone about their pokemon during class. 

At Brooke's visible sigh, Giggles looked around and it seemed that, after the aggron was put back in his ball, another student was asked to leave. He hadn't paid attention to anything that the professor had said, so he didn't realize that this whelp was to be his girl's partner and assumed that she had taken a liking to the boy. He didn't care much for boys around his Brooke, but he couldn't stop her and made note to watch that one. 

Something else caught his eye, something that he wasn't sure he was comfortable with. The flareon picked up Tiny. She didn't fight or cry in pain. She actually seemed to be half asleep, so he'd allow it as long as she was within his line of sight. 

She couldn't help but "dawwww" internally when she saw the eon lift Tiny so gently. It was cute and it seemed as if the small shinx cub had found a new friend. She was happy for her and simply smiled as he carried her pokemon towards the door, ready for the next part of the class. 

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Word Count: 359

[Christof Drescher]

   With the pokèmon returned to it's ball, Christof relaxed a bit, making mental notes on matters that would have to be dealt with when it came to that student and her pokèmon.  Well, perhaps conditioning class' next activity would be useful.  Then there was the matter of the lost student.  Shrugging off the matter of the Steel/Rock type, for now, as well as the fact that his initial plans had been, somewhat interrupted, the German decided the best way to deal with this was the most simple. 

    "Mr. Van Etten... you will now partner up with Ms. Kinsey", he offers in his typical, neutral but firm tones.  He wasn't about to let any of them have any sense of emotion he might have in regards to the disruption. "I will be monitoring the class progress, and yes this work will be graded.  It is due next week along with your previous assignment."  He reminds firmly, before seeing to the evacuation of the classroom.  The exception was Mr. Maddox and Mr. Takahashi, who would be remaining indoors. 

     Aphrodite was a bit less amused by the way of things. Grooming a paw daintily, she almost pointedly ignored the room at large.  Indeed, she didn't like to appear to be ruffled, or surprised really.  She'd get over it though, especially as it was time to head out. Cerberus, for his part, hardly noticed he had gained Giggles attention, and didn't even think twice about the fact that he was carrying around the sleeping cub, nope, his only concern was getting the little cub where they were all going. 

      Once they were all outdoors, Chris wouldn't take them too far, before picking area on campus where there was a fair wind break, and space for the students to spread out with their pokèmon. 

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