Though Sethis and Marinea had missed out on their measly orientation meeting, and missed out on the instruction of where and when to be that morning, they seemed to have some divine luck following them about. As the young man from Fuschia would learn, his Johtoan counterpart was a light sleeper - Mari slept on the floor, curled up with her Heracross all night, and arose at quarter to 5 in the morning, dragging the restless Sethis with her in the noise of her rising.
"What the he-?" The confused and drowsy Seth peaked his head up as Mari threw on her school uniform and cracked her neck.
"Morning training," is all she said, "We go."
"Wha-?"
Mari grabbed his wrist and with surprising strength dragged the larger man from his small bed. He cried out in surprise, thudded against the floor, and propped himself back up in anger. Before he could finger wag accusations in her face, he noticed Mari had gone.
Ever-lost, Seth wondered where she could have gone to. He paused to make himself some morning coffee and offer some food to Nidorino, Koffing and Gastly. When that was done, he took Nidorino along with him in search of Mari. She had a hop in her step all night, and seemed raring to train until she fell down. Seth didn't feel similar, although it couldn't hurt to have someone such as her to push his training along. But when he saw the clock display "5:30", he grumbled and groaned.
It took another half an hour to find Mari jogging around the track field with Heracross. When she spotted him, she waved. He did so back, though annoyed and with the hand holding as large a mug of coffee as he could transport.
"Stretch!" She yelled.
"Huh?"
"Stretch!"
He groaned, whimpered a little, and dropped to his butt, starting off with some lower leg stretches. Seth made that last as long as he could. Mari jogged over to him, some ten or so meters off the track, and remained jogging in place, as did her Heracross.
"Don't you and your pokemon have to eat?" He asked.
"We eat at four."
"We went to bed at midnight."
"I feel great!" Mari and Heracross bolted off toward the track again, taking their time and enjoying the field. Seth, freshly stretched, looked out over the same field and kind of wanted to vomit. Cautiously, he released Nidorino from its ball, placing a hand just above its horn.
"Come on, boy. I guess we got some work to do."
Seth and Nidorino got jogging at 6:30, and he felt as though his ribs would collapse in on themselves. The thought occurred to him that he still had no idea when classes officially started. He couldn't remember the letter mentioning when, though he assumed they had a few days to get the lay of the land. And this wasn't how he thought he'd spend it.
