Winter's ears went down and he just ducked his head, hoping one of
the larger Pokemon would step in. He wasn't in the mood for
fighting pokemon larger than himself right now... his ice typing
put him at a pretty big disadvantage. While Typhoon's prior
training had helped his confidence, he just wanted to eat at the
moment. Or maybe his nervousness was coming from the fact that the
headmaster's eye was twitching slightly.
Emerald decided to step over and finally talk with his old friend.
He wanted to after all and of course...It’d be a shame not to make
even more memories, right? Plus, he had something he wanted to show
him...to show that he hadn’t slacked on becoming at least a little
bit stronger. Thus...he gently tapped the Alolan Vulpix’s shoulder
Rushelle looked around. "That was..weird." Since it seemed like the
Steelix was too busy to talk, she went wandering, looking for food
and someone to talk to. Her long fur trailed behind her, and she
often tripped over it. She had always promised herself she would
learn not to, but for now it was a definite problem.
Winter's head snapped around, the tap startling him from his
thoughts. "Oh! Emerald, hey!" He hadn't expected to be talked to in
the middle of all the chaos already beginning, he had started to
wonder if he should eat.
The cafeteria was huge, clearly intended for more students than
just the ones here. Long tables stretched across the entire grand
room, each individual one had a flag hanging over it, representing
one of the four houses. A gauntlet of shining metal for Armor, a
fist for Brawling, a pink star for Magic, and a black, shadowy orb
for Void. The sound of breakfasty foods filled the air, coming from
a room next to the cafeteria, various Murkrows were setting up the
tables with a royalty sized breakfast, one for each student, coming
from said room.
“Another school, another adventure right?” He winked as he held out
his letter, tail wagging, all smiles. He looked around and he saw
the food that was being laid out for them. “Looks like we’re
getting quite the welcome...” He murmured as he stood near him
"Another adventure indeed....can't help but wonder what's gonna
happen this time...demons attacking the school? The library is
cursed, or is it just gonna be a normal year...who knows?" He
cracked a smile back at this. Despite all the drama he'd been
through, all the friends he'd met was what kept him coming back.
That, and the fact that his sister had supposedly made this whole
thing, or the idea, anyway
Rushelle found her table and sat down. She kept having to brush her
fur out of the way, but she did find food and began to eat.
Rushelle was a noisy eater by habit, but she did her best not to
attract any attention. She looked around the table at the others,
hoping to see a potential friend.
“I...definitely won’t say about it being a normal year...I
seriously doubt iy.” He grinned as he sat down. “Well~ either way I
have something to show...later.” He looked around at all of the
newcomers, wondering who would be interesting to talk to
The pancakes landed near Winter on the armor table, and he jumped
into the seat. He always loved pancakes, having not gotten to taste
them until the first time he ever left his hometown, when he
started school.
The Murkrows were working quickly, even giving the students
friendly greetings as they fluttered past. "Welcome! Welcome!
Enjoy, enjoy!"
Rushelle was watching the Murkrows with awe. Her family had always
stayed away from the fliers, so she had never seen a flying
pokemon. She leaned back to follow their path through the air so
far that she slipped and fell. Again. Grumbling, she got up,
saying, "Why do I always do that?"
“You seem excited.” Emerald smiled as he put his paws together and
did a small prayer before he looked over at Winter. He smiled at
the sight of his friend’s expression and the tail wag
"This is...kinda unusual for me. Most of my food is market bought,
and even in the other schools, the food wasn't served to you like
this. Besides, doesn't it look delicious?" He took a fork and
enthusiastically stabbed the pancake stack.
Rushelle noticed the pancakes and her eyes grew wide with delight.
She got up and impatiently stabbed a fork through one and began
tearing pieces off of it. This was so good! She stopped herself
once she realized that she was making a mess and meekly finished
her pancake.