(Here's a joint post between Selena and I. There was some confusion as to who was supposed posted it. |D)
As Valorie spoke, Selene's mind was buzzing. She barely heard what Valorie said, but she registered the important part - the I'll-Meet-You-Later-On bit - and took that as an opportunity. A chance for some
much needed alone time...not that she disliked being around Valorie. Quite the contrary. But Selene just needed a few moments to be, by herself.
"Yeah...no problem...see you later!" she said, in an attempt at cheerfulness before returning Ryan and wandering out of the canteen. Having returned her Pokemon and slung her bag over her shoulder, it
seemed as though Selene was for all intents and purposes about to make her way to Dragon-type specialisation class...but she wasn't.
Selene made her way down the corridor with a scowl etched so deeply between her arched brows that it seemed as though it would be there permanently. She knew that she should go to the class,
learning about Dragon's would really help her with Sharpay and Blu, but she just couldn't focus. She felt as though her mind was somewhere in space, not inside her body, completely separate although
she couldn't explain fully the weirdness of it all. Nor could she even begin to think about /why/ she felt that way. Striding past the classrooms part of her brain reminded her that she should go in there...but
as quickly as the thought had passed through her mind she had walked past the door. No idea where she was going. Just going.
Meanwhile, MacKenzie walked around paintbrush tail in hand. She felt incredibly weird having that tail, but it wasn't like she could get rid of it. She was a smeargle now, through and through. Currently she
had nothing with her, as she had left her clothes and the snivy egg in her dorm room, seeing as the former no longer fit her. She had no idea who she was searching for. Who could help her? Who /would/
help her? How could she get help when telling anyone what she'd done meant jail time and expulsion? Perhaps the ordeal had taken a tole on her mentally, and perhaps she hadn't thought this through,
but here she was; a smeargle looking around nervously wandering the school halls. It was only a matter of time before someone took notice and did something, really.
Rounding a corner, Selene stopped dead, seeing a random Smeargle stood in front of her...looking...nervous?!? Had it gotten lost? She frowned slightly, Smeargle weren't the most common of
Pokemon...she knew that she knew someone who had one...but she couldn't think who, no matter how hard she racked her brains. Regardless, she stopped and looked at the pokemon. "are you...lost?"
she asked, feeling rather foolish - she wouldn't understand the answer anyway. That was assuming the Smeargle understood her in the first place.
MacKenzie's eyes widened as she found herself looking up at a familiar girl. Selene?? It wasn't who she had expected to find, but to be honest she hadn't known what she was expecting to begin with. The
smeargle in front of Selene nodded her head yes. Woah! It understood the universal sign for yes and no! Apparently she could understand. MacKenzie wanted to avoid actually talking though, out of fear
that someone might find out what she did. She had revealed that she was lost, apparently. She also apparently understood Selene. Huh. What an odd smeargle?
Brows raising almost impossibly high, Selene's eyes widened as the Smeargle nodded. So...it understood human speech /and/ body language...yeah, Smeargle with their sketching and observation
abilities were amazing at picking things up...but human communication, in various forms at that, was way advanced for any pokemon! "okay...uh..." she stuttered, now trying to figure out what to do now
that she'd somehow found herself engaged in conversation with this Smeargle...at least she'd forgotten about her bad mood. "do you have a trainer? Umm...T.R.A.I.N.E.R?" she asked, as though a
pokemon would understand the concept of phonetic spelling any easier.
MacKenzie watched as Selene appeared to be surprised by something. Did she know?! MacKenzie was still very nervous, but Selene went on to ask her a question that seemed to confirm that she was still
in the clear. MacKenzie froze up momentarily when asked about having a trainer. A part of her was tempted to lie and say yes. Yet, lies tended to come back to haunt people. She could imagine being
treated as lost and found for a trainer that didn't even exist. As a result, she shook her head no. Once again she seemed to understand pretty well for a pokemon that was apparently wild.
Now Selene was astounded. Even many trained pokemon didn't understand human language this well...Selene had been willing to stake almost anything on the fact that this Smeargle had a trainer. How
was it so well versed in English? Unless..."look...if your trainer was...nasty, if you don't like them...that's okay...but..." she hesitated. How could she be sure this pokemon was a trainers? The Smeargle didn't
have any kind of Pokeball with it, and Selene wasn't sure how else a trainer's pokemon could be traced without it. She was torn. The pokemon understood English too well to be wild...but why would it lie to
her? She paused, something coming to her. If she tried to catch the pokemon, and it already belonged to someone, surely it wouldn't work...or so she believed. To this end, she took an empty pokeball
from her belt. She couldn't look the pokemon in the eye - weirdly she felt as though she were betraying it's trust, which was bizarre - as she threw the Pokeball at it. Only time would tell...
MacKenzie looked up at Selene thoughtfully. She seemed to be implying that... she had had an abusive trainer? MacKenzie silently wondered what Selene would think if she knew the truth. That was a
conversation she didn't particularly want to have, though. Selene hadn't asked a question, so MacKenzie did not communicate. Rather, she observed. Something seemed to be bothering Selene. What was
she---suddenly, she noticed Selene taking a pokeball from her belt. She froze up. She'd never been in this situation before. Normally, it wasn't a great idea to throw a pokeball at a healthy wild pokemon.
They were prone to destroying them or smacking them back at trainer's faces out of spite. However, MacKenzie was not prepared. Even then, she was also not used to her current body, and thus wasn't a
great fighter. She made a brief attempt at dodging but it failed and the ball bounced off her head before opening and absorbing her inside within a beam of red light. The ball would fall to the ground and
wiggle around for several moments before abruptly stilling. The previously red button faded to a regular old white. ...What? She had just caught a smeargle on the first try without weakening it first, and it
had even looked like it had struggled to get out! That was some crazy luck, or was it..? In truth, MacKenzie just hadn't been prepared to resist. The ball now rested on the floor idly.
Oh hell...it had worked. Selene had caught that strange Smeargle...she looked at the Pokeball with an odd sense of panic. Was it possible to catch another trainer's pokemon?? Or did it mean the
Smeargle /was/ in fact wild? In either case, she moved forward and scooped up the Pokeball, looking at it with an even deeper frown. She already had six Pokemon...at this point, she wasn't planning on
catching any more Pokemon, her other 6 were nowhere near trained to a point where she was ready to take on any further challenges...but this was Pokemon number 7 now, and she suspected that it
would be a handful...
Holding the Pokeball out, she briefly pressed the button on the front and released the Smeargle, who materialised in front of her. She looked down at the Pokemon, feeling even more bemused than
before.
"So...I guess I'm your Trainer now..." she said, feeling an odd sense of impending doom as she spoke the words.
MacKenzie just sort of fell face first onto the ground when released from her pokeball before picking herself up and dusting itself off in a moderately casual manner. When she turned her expression wasn't
particularly happy. She just sort of made a hand gesture all like 'What the heck, yo'?!' but said nothing at the last second. Shaking her head, she became frustrated. How did she even go about this? How
did she explain this to someone? What did she do? She pushed the anxiety to the side after a moment. It wasn't her style. Forcing herself to move forward she calmed herself, cleared her throat and
adressed Selene in a casual manner.
"Hi."
Oh lawdy, a talking pokemon. Freak out everyone! Of course, talking pokemon were not completely unheard of, though they were exceedingly rare. Her voice didn't sound like her voice had as a human
though. With a different body came a new voice. This voice was much more child-like, fitting with her size.
Selene's eyes narrowed as the Smeargle actually looked at her, looking totally /pissed/ , and made a weird twitchy hand movement that seemed to be related to this annoyed expression. Woah...
Then it spoke.
Eyes wide, Sel's mouth dropped open and she promptly proceeded to feel her knees give way, falling down onto her bum with a not-so-dignified muffled 'thump!' type of noise. She just looked at the
Smeargle...who had just spoken to her...now Selene wasn't like Bri. She had /never/ been able to talk to Pokemon Nor does she magically develop the skill randomly except for reading Ryan or Ri's
body language, and she was only proficient in reading their body language because she had been with them for so freaking long. This Smeargle not only understood human English exceedingly well...but
also spoke it...which explained a lot.
"Oh...my Arceus. What /are/ you?!" she questioned suddenly, actually scooting backwards across the floor, her feet pushing her backwards so she slid backwards slightly away from the Smeargle, not
thinking to get to her feet. Either that, or she just couldn't at that moment.
MacKenzie watched as Selene reacted with shock. She wasn't exactly surprised, nor could she blame her. MacKenzie just sort of looked away, her dignity slightly bruised from the entire ordeal so far.
Between losing her body and being captured her day wasn't going very well.
"Well... I /was/ MacKenzie."
Leave it to MacKenzie to approach this incredible situation with all the eligance of a stampeding bull. She didn't seem to see any reason to be gentle with these revelations.
"I'm a smeargle now..."
She looked down at her hands briefly as if she was still having trouble believing this had happened. She then looked back up at Selene.
"Ma...Ma...Enzie?" stammered Selene light-headedly, not quite managing to say the full name. MacKenzie...had turned into a Smeargle...MacKenzie. The weird girl. Who had practically terrorised Selene and Valorie - not in any violent sense, of course, but she had certainly stuck in their consciousnesses.
Selene took a deep breath.
And promptly fainted.
MacKenzie just sort of watched, raising a finger to her mouth in a puzzled expression. It might seem Selene had forgotten to breath, as she had fainted. MacKenzie moved over beside the girl and leaned over her for a moment as if to check and make sure she was actually out of it. Hooo boy, how did she deal with this one? Seeing as none of Selene's pokemon had come out to help MacKenzie sighed. On one hand? She resented the notion that she /had/ to help Selene. She was 'hers' after all. On the other, Selene's ownership was the only thing standing between her and a repeat incident. Seriously what if she got caught by someone she didn't even know? What if unlike Selene they decided to have their pokemon beat her to a pulp first? She thought about it for a few moments before begrudgingly pushing her hands underneath the fallen Selene and lifting her. She was mildly surprised at her own strength.
She then moved over and propped Selene up against the wall. Now to begin waiting for her to wake up, she supposed.