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Aqua tensed up. She didn't even know Pokémon came from eggs - none had ever washed up that she'd seen. She was nervous about this, but it shouldn't be too far off taking care of an actual Pokémon, right? She picked the deep blue egg. It reminded her of the Sea.
Aria grinned. Too easy. Of course, she was legitimately impressed by Crimson, but this was going smoothly. They were friendly, maybe she should stick with them? Being part of the crowd was nice, but she wasn't sure this was the crowd. This could be fun, though. She stroked Spritzee one more time...
Aria reached out and gently scratched Spritzee under one wing. "Yeah, I've lived in Laverre for most of my life. And you're from Lumiose, huh? I love it there. Your name's Jean, right? I'm Aria, it's nice to meet you. It'll be nice to have another Kalosian around." She said and smiled.
Aria stood up as class had been dismissed by the teacher. That had certainly been an interesting class, although the rush of acts at the back end had been spectacularly disappointing - So much so that she had had enough time to completely redo her makeup and felt like she hadn't missed a single...
Aria snickered. So far, outside of Crimson, she had nothing to worry about. Her ears had perked at the sound of the word "Kalos" from Jean's mouth, surely another Kalosian would understand beauty the way she did, and something about that last name was oddly familiar. She would try and befriend...
Aria stared at the stage, entranced by the performance of the giant bug Pokémon. He may not act like it, but he most definitely knew what he was doing. She'd have to watch out for him, or maybe befriend him? They'd definitely done the most unique performances so far. Definitely someone to keep...
Aqua looked very confused. The idea of a "gym leader" was a completely foreign concept to her. She wanted to ask what a gym leader was, but that was probably a dumb question. She was more apparent than ever of how flat the ground felt beneath her, how unmoving and rigid it was, and once again...
Aria's eyes narrowed as Zap Girl took the stage. She hadn't seen her before, and already felt irked. This girl seemed really tough to please, not that she cared that much, but she also seemed really full of herself, and Aria couldn't stand people like that. Especially since they usually lacked...
Flygon can fly naturally, so I wouldn't have to instruct it to. He's basically a giant dragon bird bug desert thing. Let's keep it as Sandstorm/Fly at this point rather than edit stuff, though, since Aria did jump the gun a little anyways.
Aria seethed internally. He handed the stage over to her, and then called her out on it? And then flipped to a jovial attitude? This entire day had been nothing but a headache, but she was very proud of her performance and would be delighted to show it again. However, she did only use one move...
That was totally one move! But I'll do another one.
I've always imagined Aria as someone who thinks she's automatically better than everyone for whatever reason, and she's talented enough to pose a threat, but actually isn't as incredible as she seems to think she is. Kind of like one of those...
Aqua picked a desk away from the thief girl. She already wished she could go home, everything was so peaceful there...
She reached her hand into her bag and Nincada crawled up it to her shoulder. She grabbed a Towel, spread it over her desk and put Chinchou on it. Then, she took a water bottle...
Aria stood in the middle of the stage, poised and ready. She took a Poké Ball out of her purse and set it down by her feet. Sadly, she hadn't had time to fix her makeup, but with this performance she could probably get away with it. Their eyes would be on her Pokémon, anyways. She reached up and...
Aria was even more confused then before at Mr. Allen's laid-back attitude. This was a fancy college, and this guy was a teacher? No way, maybe the real teacher was sick and this person was filling in. And volunteer? on stage? A devious grin crept over her face for a second. He'd probably ask her...
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