Dayara paused before turning to face Morien. She gestured towards the pokeballs and raised an eyebrow.
"I um, don't think I should do this journey thingy." Morien tried to explain. Dayara wasn't having it.
"I've gone through all of this trouble to get us Pokemon so you're gonna pick a ball and then were gonna go and be Pokemon masters. I'm not actually giving you a choice this time." Morien stared at the two balls suspiciously. Dayara didn't do nice things, Dayara gave you candy and then revealed that she actually stold that candy from an old woman. Morien chose the pokeball to the left. Dayara grinned before opening the remaining one. A fluffy bat came out. Of course she would choose woobat the woman's love of bats was only rivaled by her love of shoving small children down the stairs. Although Morien was pretty sure that was actually a rumor. Maybe. She opened her pokeball. It was a tympole. Morien blinked. It blinked back at her. Dayara ignored this in favor of spritzing her woobat with water and glaring at it. Morien studied the little monster suspiciously.
"How do I tell if it's a boy or a girl?" she asked.
"That one's a girl I know because I caught her myself and asked Nurse Joy and everything." Morien stared at Dayara suspiciously.
"Since when are you not banned from the Pokemon center?"
Morien discovered that duct tape on her mouth was not pleasant and neither was removing the duct tape. Dayara was angry with her for bringing up the Pokemon center accident, and she was pretty sure her tympole was Satan. Morien was stalking ahead of her and glancing around as if she was looking for someone. Of course, she could be trying to keep them from being run over by the bustling crowds but that was so drastically out of character for her that Morien didn't even bother considering it. Dayara's woobat (currently unnamed) was sitting on her hat. Morien wondered where the hat had come from. The tympole attached itself to her leg with its tail and hissed at her.
"Put the thing back into its pokeball if you're so scared of it, sheesh." Dayara said
"I think it ate its ball." Morien explained, while wondering if she could get away with calling it Satan. It would at the very least give people a split second of fear before they saw it.
Dayara suddenly leaned forwards and grabbed someone's arm. The arm's owner didn't seem surprised by this turn of events. The arm's owner was also one of the wierdly neon loving goths that Dayara was always hanging out with. Morien just hoped that they weren't going to be travelling with the girl. Goths were scary.
"I thought you said you would be here an hour ago?" The girl asked, she looked kind of annoyed. The annoyance could possibly be form heatstroke due to all of the black she was wearing.
"We were here an hour ago! It's not my fault you can't read street signs!"
Morien wondered if she could take Satan and run before they started fighting. Dayara would probably kill her and then they would be on run from the cops and she would be an accessory to the crime or something. Satan bit her ankle. Morien looked back at the other girls and wondered how she was going to survive this journey (without dying (or getting rabies)).