Valorie heard a familiar voice and Dragonair began stopping of her on volition. Hmm? Valorie turned her head to spot what looked like Mark partially dressed in a costume. Valorie was of course wearing a full Dratini costume, only her face visible. Dragonair was wearing a costume modeled after eastern dragons, causing her to look vaguely similar to a Rayquaza, only smaller, darker green, lacking any color patterns, and bearing two long whiskers. Dragonair proceeded to turn and nudge Mark affectionately with the nose of her costume. Seeing as Valorie had no use of her legs she was currently riding on Dragonair's back. She also could not feel any pokes through her costume, and thus Snype went mostly unnoticed.
"Hey Mark. Classes went alright. I went to dragon specialization. Apparently Dragonair is supposed to be able to expand the wings on her head enough to fly with th-"
Abruptly Dragonair cried out, being hit with an aerial ace she hadn't seen coming. The startled pokemon made an abrupt and sharp turn to face her attacker, accidentally toppling Valorie off her back. Valorie let out a shriek and hit the ground with a thud, landing on her back. She hadn't been able to hold onto Dragonair because, y'know, no limbs.
Dragonair: "Hey!"
The attack had torn straight through Dragonair's costume leaving a gash. However, it had left only a minor wound on Dragonair's skin. Dragonair had far more training under her belt. Dragonair made a trilling, growling noise before abruptly launching a shock wave attack at Isaac's quilava, Raizer. Equally unavoidable, Raizer could expect this attack to hurt many times more than his had hurt her.
Dragonair: "You. Don't. Hurt. My. Mommy!"
Dragonair's voice was still rather childlike to go with her mannerisms despite her huge size. She also apparently thought Raizer was after Valorie. That or an invisible Dragonite. Before Raizer could even react Dragonair would be all over him using extremespeed to deliver powerful blows at a speed not entirely visible to the naked eye. There were literally planes that only wished they could go that fast. Given, it was totally not safe to ride her whilst she was.
Meanwhile Valorie just sort of groaned. Her head was sore.
Pryce shook his head briefly.
"Well... Not exactly. This jacket belongs to a student--Valorie Ryder."
Pryce's voice became slightly hushed out of respect for Valorie's privacy.
"You see, she has been the victim of some rather serious bullying. I believe this to have been stolen from her by said bullies. While I've.already dealt with /them/ I was unable to catch Valorie after class. I am very concerned about her emotional state, as I've seen how deeply the bullying has been effecting her. I would search for her myself, but I am both old and busy attending to other things. Do you think you could spare the time to help me by bringing this to her..? If you can't, that's alright, but..."
Notice how neither of Pryce's reasons were 'I'm old, dangit!' He may have not been a spring chicken, but he made it his business to keep active and healthy even in his old age. And I could beat you and your rubix cube thing any day, whippersnapper!
Meanwhile, WHAM, Olivia was run into by a boy. She shrieked and went down, absurdly long hair and all. Meanwhile her RPer experiences deja vu. Olivia managed to vary herself with her hand, though pain soon followed, as she had scraped her hand up pretty good doing that. Her knees too, but not nearly as bad as her hand.
"Ow ow..! Ow... ow..."
Olivia turned her hand over to look at the palm, finding it pretty scraped up. Her hand quivered a bit and she made a face, sucking in a breath as Kenshin moved to help her up. She accepted his help, but her attention was locked onto her scraped up hand as if horrified. It was really nothing serious, but she would need bandages and disinfectant. Meanwhile Skitty, momentarily startled by what had happened, got over it and started examining Kenshin curiously by sniffing at his leg, her tail lazily waving around behind her.
"I... I need a band-aid."
That was all she had thought to say, her voice nervous and semi-upset. Lucky Kenshin. She was too busy fretting about a little blood to hameleasly flirt with him. Will he run while he still has the chance? Y/N