"It’s a good listener," Rival would reiterate the Dean. Perhaps
some slack was given during the trainer’s inhibition of not being entirely mobile for a long time. Like admittance would be given to a flaw. However Rival had a little respect in his body for authority. “It’s just too friendly and playful - but it wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Rival never knew how to handle those.
A delighted trill was given, the Crobat unlatched with everyone unscathed. Taking his hand allowing the to latch onto, he didn’t look as excited - the woman just said that it’d hurt someone but asked if it wanted to play. “Dean, huh? I think you found what it wants. Are you sure?”
“Perhaps I was just to inviting for him to head your warnings…” A coquettish smile played upon Lucy’s lips. Confidence was not something she lacked. Everything from her posture and how she spoke made that evident. “I do hope you are right. Though even it were dangerous, I would not mind. There is not a single person or pokemon I am afraid of in this world…”
Lucy took a pokeball from her purse, and let out her Seviper. “Sevi…It seems as if a pokemon wants to make our acquaintance…” Lucy was not unfriendly, but she was hardened by her life. Like Rival her pokemon was much friendlier then she was. The Seviper let a soft, “Vipeerr,” and shook her tail in greeting.
“Yes…I am Lucy LaReine..the Dean of this establishment..and I am sure…” So far there was a single interesting thing about the boy in front of her. The scar upon his lip was not an ordinary scar. As if it were casually conversation Lucy asked, “You have a battle scar…While I see only one..I am sure you have more…Interesting” Lucy pulled up her top, to just under her breasts. All over her abdomen were knife and bullet scars. “It is rare to meet someone else on this campus…that is like this…”
