Carrie, who had tuned out most of the following conversation, stared down at the gently slumbering Pikachu in her lap. Pearl didn't like Pokeballs that much, but it must be ten times more comfortable there than rattling along on a train.
Carrie reached for Pearl's Pokeball and quietly recalled her. She put the ball away, fingering one of her others, wondering if she should let them out. Lapras and Charles were no gos; they were far too large. Train rides made Raichu sick, and Jolteon wouldn't be able to stand all the noise. He'd have most likely demanded to be recalled the instant upon coming out. Carrie's hand drifted to Mischief's before she looked around. It didn't seem as if any particularly red-headed girls were present, which meant it might be safe to let him out. She looked around once more, making sure no pointy objects or things with which he could cause havoc were about, and there were none. She slowly let out a breath.
"Hey, guys? I'm going to let Mischief out. Just warning you." Carrie would have had to be sadistic not to warn them. Mischief was trouble, as his name implied. She grabbed his Pokeball and let him out, his floating form materializing a foot above her head.
The Misdreavus was ecstatic to be let out, and he circled the small group's heads for a moment before pausing. He eyed once the camera Rei held and the Pichu huddling within her coat; he eyed Sonjo and his Riolu, recognizing them both and therefore passing over them without interest; he watched Lute and his Chatot, mildly fascinated but not yet spurned to action. And finally his attention fell upon Elle, who sat with her Umbreon near them. A positively wicked grin spread across his face, and he floated near to them with an innocent chirp.
"Mischief," Carrie called out in mild warning, knowing he was about to pull a prank. Mischief's grin widened.
Carrie reached for Pearl's Pokeball and quietly recalled her. She put the ball away, fingering one of her others, wondering if she should let them out. Lapras and Charles were no gos; they were far too large. Train rides made Raichu sick, and Jolteon wouldn't be able to stand all the noise. He'd have most likely demanded to be recalled the instant upon coming out. Carrie's hand drifted to Mischief's before she looked around. It didn't seem as if any particularly red-headed girls were present, which meant it might be safe to let him out. She looked around once more, making sure no pointy objects or things with which he could cause havoc were about, and there were none. She slowly let out a breath.
"Hey, guys? I'm going to let Mischief out. Just warning you." Carrie would have had to be sadistic not to warn them. Mischief was trouble, as his name implied. She grabbed his Pokeball and let him out, his floating form materializing a foot above her head.
The Misdreavus was ecstatic to be let out, and he circled the small group's heads for a moment before pausing. He eyed once the camera Rei held and the Pichu huddling within her coat; he eyed Sonjo and his Riolu, recognizing them both and therefore passing over them without interest; he watched Lute and his Chatot, mildly fascinated but not yet spurned to action. And finally his attention fell upon Elle, who sat with her Umbreon near them. A positively wicked grin spread across his face, and he floated near to them with an innocent chirp.
"Mischief," Carrie called out in mild warning, knowing he was about to pull a prank. Mischief's grin widened.