"Itâs a good listener," Rival would reiterate the Dean. Perhaps
some slack  was given  during  the  trainerâs 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. âItâs  just too  friendly  and playful  -  but it wouldnât hurt anyone.â 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 didnât look as excited - the woman just said that itâd hurt someone but asked if it wanted to play. âDean, huh? I think you found what it wants. Are you sure?â
âPerhaps I was just to inviting for him to head your warningsâŚâ A coquettish smile played upon Lucyâs lips. Confidence was not something she lacked. Everything from her posture and how she spoke made that evident. âI 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 worldâŚâ
Lucy took a pokeball from her purse, and let out her Seviper. âSeviâŚIt seems as if a pokemon wants to make our acquaintanceâŚâ 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, âVipeerr,â and shook her tail in greeting.
âYesâŚI am Lucy LaReine..the Dean of this establishment..and I am sureâŚâ 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, âYou have a battle scarâŚWhile I see only one..I am sure you have moreâŚInterestingâ Lucy pulled up her top, to just under her breasts. All over her abdomen were knife and bullet scars. âIt is rare to meet someone else on this campusâŚthat is like thisâŚâ













