Valorie got up and began to follow Gene. Skye? Huh... She vaguely remembered a Skye. He... he had... trouble speaking. But the important thing was he was in her class! Cool. She glanced over at him, completely oblivious to how terrifying he found her. How exactly was he aware of how strong her Pokemon had gotten anyway, besides the stir crazy Haxorus alongside her? Clearly her reputation preceded her! Valorie honestly did not currently expect to be battling. After all, they'd been talking about bonds right? She was now of the expectation that this class would be all about friendship and maybe training exercises.

And then a small explosion was heard from somewhere down the hall. One could hear the footsteps of someone hurriedly fleeing down the hall the classroom was on. This startled and attracted the attention of students. One went to the door, and a second, and a third, and it spiraled from there. Valorie herself found that she could not resist. This was disregarding the fact that Gene himself was obligated to check out the disturbance and class would need to be paused either way. She headed out the door and squeezed her way around the mostly taller other students to get a peek at what was going on.

It was... a single pokemon. It was familiar somehow. Was that... Hmm... That was... a zorua! A rare pokemon originating from her home region. It was collapsed, fainted on the ground. Valorie heard gossip. A student was discussing the possibility of catching it. She mused to herself that she could /totally/ beat this anonymous male student to that. You see, zorua were rare, right? And this pokemon was hurt, right? She could catch it, bring it to a pokemon center, heal it up, and boom! She'd be able to flaunt her ultra rare pokemon that exactly nobody else in the RP has new pokemon! Really though it was just an easy capture right in her face, and in a moment of weakness she didn't bother to consider that training another Pokemon might not be the best idea.

She wasn't a collector, after all. She only caught pokemon she found interesting. That or Pokemon that tried to drown her love interests. She caught those too.

Thus, Valorie took out a pokeball and casually activated it, a beam of red light absorbing the fainted zorua to the dismay of said nearby student. She smirked to herself and stuffed the ball into her bag. She supposed she'd have to wait to get the pokemon healed up. Pity. She wasn't going to abandon her studies! Valorie squeezed her way back into the room, ready to resume where she had left off by following Gene.

OLIVIA'S HAIR USED COLLAPSE. IT'S SHEER WEIGHT CAUSED A BLACK HOLE!

Meanwhile, Olivia placed her hands in her lap. This one did not have much to say or do unless addressed! She was content to wait for class to start. She could save her personal adventures for later.

Elizabeth started to respond to Dante's question...

"Well...--"

...When Roxas grabbed her attention by commenting on her incredibly young age. Or at least seemingly young age. She honestly wasn't used to being an authority figure, and the comment seemed to hurt her feelings. She said nothing however, and proceeded to try and pretend it had never happened. Elizabeth directed her attention back to the class, moving in front of her desk so that they could all see her, since standing behind a desk made her quite hard to see in all honesty. She continued to speak in that sluggish manner that suggested she had to think about most of her words and phrases before she said them, not comfortable with the language.

"T-They weren't... 'mass-produced'. We... made them by hand, out of... lots of stuff, really... We had to... make the materials, too. But... today we will be using... premade materials."

She hesitated a moment, looking around at the class. Her gaze stopped on Takumi and recognition was shown.

"Come u-up and... get one. One of... each type of piece. There are enough for... everyone."

She gestured up at the briefcase and stepped aside a bit as if to allow access. Students began to make their way up. One might be able to catch some whispered gossip about the teacher. Roxas was not the only one not all that thrilled to find a little girl teaching them. Yet... Elizabeth seemed oddly competent for a 10 year old. Or at least, reasonably competent. Her poor speech really didn't help. Regardless, Elizabeth continued.

"During the creation of the... um... enchanted balls, we... put... /runes/ on them. T-Take... a brush and ink with your ball... With that you must... draw one of these... runes on your ball."

She turned and moved towards the back of the classroom and began to inscribe a series of runes on the board, or at least she tried. You see, the board was meant for someone... a bit taller than her. She seemed to realize this and grabbed her chair, moving it in front of the board and standing on it to get more height. She then resumed inscribing the runes in nice large print, causing her to have to move her chair several times before she was finished. Below each rune were words describing them. Above the runes was the phrase 'Ball of'. Apparently, it was a prefix.

Power. Durability. Speed. Catching. Healing.

It seemed that each rune would have a different effect. Presumably a rune of power would make a pokemon's attacks a bit stronger, durability make a pokemon a bit more durable, speed make a pokemon a bit faster, catching probably caught pokemon more easily and healing was a bit ambiguous.

Elizabeth went to get down off her chair and promptly lost her balance as the chair slid out from under her, falling over with a crash, and with it the mini-teacher went down as well, falling and hitting her head with a startled yelp. She emitted a rather pathetic whine and slowly got to her feet, holding one of her arms in a pained manner. She seemed a bit dizzy from the fall, and may or may not have hurt that arm. The chair had had wheels, and nobody had taught her to know better.

The strange girl approaching C.J. had an odd smile on her face. One couldn't place their finger on it, but it seemed somehow out-of-place. It was then that Gengar's glowing read eyes would become apparent. That was one mean look it was giving. The girl did have an oddly attractive style going on, if you were into that sort of things, and she honestly could've done less to flirt. The sway of her hips was not restrained whatsoever, and she had a somewhat gracefully smooth walk. Her words even took on a flirtatious, yet incredibly dangerous tone.

"Aww~ Won't you stay with me for a while..?--Forever..?"

She giggled. Her smirk became a bit malicious, or perhaps a bit haughty, and her pokemon began to glow with an odd, ghostly aura.

"Or... will you... fight..."

Her tone suggested she didn't much like the idea of a fight, but her words suggested it was the only alternative. She stopped and beckoned C.J. with a lazy hand gesture. A good distance from the academy, in a forbidden area. What had he gotten himself into?! Her pokemon looked /strong/!