She cast a wayward sigh. An uplifted feeling had swept her in its embrace from the speech, stirred something in her, but that could only get itself so far with her less than stellar consciousness. Maybe she needed to just take something for her sleep. It made the most amount of sense, yet something pulled in a challenge for that all in itself. Left to her own devices, she admitted she already missed the accompaniment of the somewhat quirky MacKenzie. She'd eternally be grateful for the pick-me-up she so kindly provided. She would probably eternally groan at herself for just…going to sleep on the girl. Maybe Annalise would be lucky enough to encounter her again to properly thank her, maybe if she were lucky enough—"Hey you!"
"E-Eh?" Annalise was taken off-guard, but she was quick to reassert herself as she turned around and stared at a new teenager, a boy of her age, standing with a bit of a slouch as he let his left arm loom and dangle over his form. "Yeah, you, you're new here, right?" New was an understatement to be sure, but something about being asked so directly would rub her the wrong way. Still, she sheepishly rubbed her arm and nodded, wondering where this was supposed to go. Given the fact that she'd already been treated nicely by a student, she gave a warm smile after her less than strong display—she couldn't help it, she'd take to it in time, but so many kids her own age…she just didn't know where to start. Perhaps this was just another chance at company, possibly to have some conversation she felt she was cravi—"Let's have a pokemon battle!" …What?
"…What?" repeating her own thoughts only made him step forward a bit, revealing a pokeball that he deftly spun over his index finger. "If you're new, Suicune dorm or not, I bet I can take ya, so let's go!" It was easy to tell, she supposed, the girl clad in the blue of the dorm, or he was just assuming. Her immediate response to the declaration, however, was to wrinkle her nose in some form of disgust if only because she didn't like being talked to in such a fashion, but she put that aside, wondering if that was just how those her age really talked…hard for her to say, all she could really do was nod and produce her own ball. "All…right," she said with a bit of hesitation. Maybe the girl should just reserve herself to getting used to this.
The boy threw his ball with a cry of, "Let's go, Gible!" and the small pokemon emerged, teeth gnashing as Annalise sighed a bit inwardly. She recognized the type, she also wondered if the match would have been more fun if she picked a different pokemon, but in a way, she felt it was too late now. She kissed her pokeball before merely standing upright, palms clasped together, cradling the ball as it opened. "Have fun, LapTrap." Immediately, the ball opened and the creature emerged, casting a melodious cry before she lowered her head and towered over the tinier adversary.
Despite the obvious type advantage issue, the boy charged on, ordering a Take Down, steadfast in the presence of the Lapras. Unfortunately, she gave a gentle command of, "Ice Shard, please." The match was threateningly quick, but carried with it the hint of a winter-fresh cool, all the more exemplified by Annalise's attitude on it all, her walking to her pokemon to give a congratulatory pet. "Good work, did you have fun? Hm?"
She began to giggle with her pokemon, a friendly nuzzle before being called out by the boy, "We're not done yet! You got lucky, but I've got five more to go, alright!? I hope you're ready to stop playing around because it's time to get serious!" The boy had recalled his defeated Gible and was reaching for his next ball during his announcement and with one last stroke to LapTrap, she nodded. "Alright, no more playing around." Whatever that meant, oh well. Perhaps it meant she needed to simply give him a stronger display. She gave an affectionate nuzzle to LapTrap before returning to her position. He threw his, a Pidgeotto, and while he said something confident to it, but she wasn't really listening anymore.
It flitted about, making a show of its agility in the air as it nimbly danced around LapTrap in its own little display. It went about as far as, "LapTrap, Thunderbolt…please be gentle." A soft coo came from the gentle beast as she complied, a bolt of lightning streaking from it, grazing the sky and…its opponent. Down it went again. At least this time, Annalise simply considered the pokemon's levels must not have been too high…but still, it was another glaring mistake of a Pokemon to use.
"Don't you have anything else you can be using instead of that…thing?" was hissed In ill fashion, something that finally broke Annalise's mood. "She's not a thing, she's one of my most beautiful friends," she announced, her voice wavering a bit, cracking slightly. An insult to her pokemon of all things! She cooed to LapTrap as she returned the ball. If this was how kids her age talked and acted…she was all the more grateful for her upbringing. She wanted this friendly duel to go elsewhere now, and as he produced his Houndour, she found herself…wanting to shut this kid up and felt ashamed for it.
"Okay, Falke," she whispered as she kissed her next pokeball, "please help us teach him a lesson." Even in her mood, her voice was gentle and the girl carried with her the want to not really…hurt the other, it wasn't its fault if its trainer was a jerk. From her outstretched palm came a burst of light, a small spin, and the immediate unfurling of a gracious wingspan. Her Aerodactyl had taken to the field. There was a slight widening of the boy's eyes as Falke immediately used Roar without any order, turning a ready and eager Houndour into a cowering mess that huddled to its trainer. It was now unwilling to fight and Annalise raised her voice, "Bring the next one please."
It was a downward spiral for the male trainer as his Drowzee fell to Bite, Beedrill to Wing Attack, and as if she were in the mood to rub something in his face, she simply let Falke Roar once more to send his Doduo cowering. Annalise opened her mouth to speak to the boy, to reprimand him about his mannerisms when he stammered, "N-Not fair, h-how the heck did you get a F-Foss…..cheater!" The word stunned her as he accused her again with it, pointing at her in strict fashion, something Falke was none too appreciative of, the prehistoric pokemon opening its jaws as it stared him down…he would hae attacked had the boy not simply ran from its aggressive stance and Annalise couldn't help but sigh as she petted her friend. "Too far," she told him, something that made it throw its head to the side and scoff. "It was just a competition, you don't need to…." She yawned as she waved to him a bit, wrapping her arms over his neck before returning Falke to his pokeball. At least it was good experience…for the pokemon, not so much for her.
