"I don’t think we’ve met before…"
"We haven’t."
The words were sharp and curt and the tiny brunette barely glanced over her book.
Until her unown sideswiped her head, forcing the small woman to look up and focus on the blonde. A soft, fuzzy noise filtered into her head from Keeper and the girl’s eyes narrowed, focusing slightly past the girls shoulder before dark eyes flickered back up to the girl’s face. “But I would be inclined to introduce myself.” She shut her book as she spoke, her lips pressing into a thin line. “And inquire about the presence about you.”
Star nodded as she paid attention to the Unown flickering around. Yup. They definitely, or at least, the Unown, picked up Lucy’s violent nature. Poor thing practically jumped right back to it’s trainer.
"Star…" Lucy was starting to sound worried. She held onto her sisters shoulders. She didn’t like this. This is the first time they were confronted in this situation. At the possibility that another person could see or sense her. She didn’t know what to do.
Star, feeling the light touch on her shoulders, responded by reaching her hand over and touching her right shoulder. Or at least, the hand on her right shoulder. She was telling Lucy that it’s okay. She took the researchers offer, and sat in the seat in front of her.
"Calm down Lucy…" She whispered. She didn’t have to, it was quite obvious that the two in front of them know that she is around. "They are just…curious."
Lucy rolled her eyes. "I can’t believe you said that." She calmed a little, however she was still a bit angry. Angry that she was confronted like this and her sister was okay with it. She could never control her sister when it involved her curiosity. Whatever. She decided instead to play around with the Unown. She began to make all kinds of weird faces, to see if it could truly see her. "Bleeeeeh" She said as she stuck out her tongue and stuck her thumbs to the side of her cheeks, wiggling her other free fingers in the air.
"…I appreciate that the unown finds me, or should I say…..us interesting.” She gave a quick side glance to Lucy and then back at the Professor.
"…But I’m more interested in the fact that it seems you can talk with your pokemon…” Star is not going to let this go. She is not simply going to answer questions and leave it like that. Nope. This is going to be a fair trade.
As the girl sat across from Lulabelle, the tiny woman relaxed, her shoulders slumping as she released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The fact that a pair this unique could have just walked right past her, but instead took her offer to sit down and talk with her,lifted some weight from her shoulders. Now if she just could get keeper calm enough to make sense of the babbling white noise in her head, that would have been perfect.
Keeper shivered in her hands, staring off just beside the woman, occasionally flinching back into his trainer.
Lulabelle couldn't help the small laugh that slipped from her, her strangely monotone expression faltering as her lips quirked. "You're wandering around with a presence, and you're more interested in how I can speak with my psychic pokemon?" Brown eyes warmed behind her glasses and she glanced down to the unown in her hands. "Keeper has been with me for fourteen years, you are bound to have a connection with your pokemon after that long." The brunette smiled slightly. "But I believe all psychic pokemon have the ability to communicate with their trainers depending upon how powerful their abilities are, so the farther down the evolutionary lines, the more honed their minds are. Unown are a particularly interesting case, being from another dimension and all."
The smaller woman glanced back up. "But it took us years to form the bond, and even longer for me to understand him. I am still trying to perfect that connection myself with Weston, but she is proving a little more resistant to learning to communicate properly. She's only able to provide pictures to voice her intentions or concerns."
Her lips pressed into a line as she realized just how much she had said. She had a terrible habit to gush over Weston and Keeper, her pride and joys, and this had been exactly that.
The brunette cleared her throat, shaking her head. "I am afraid I may have run my mouth a touch. My apologies, but I believe it is now your turn." She shifted, allowing Keeper to once more float about freely, the little unown hovering just beside Lulabelle's shoulder as she laced her hands together in front of her. "What is...or I assume in this case, Who is, Lucy?"
