Ava sat indian style on the seat cushion. Placing a pokeball in her lap. hands resting on her knees before closing her eyes. Thoughts focused to drown out the world on the observable plane. The pokeball lifted steadily in the air as she sank deeper into a meditated state.
5, 10, 12 minutes passed, a new presence entered her proximity. The intrusion provoking her to barely crack an eye. One Growlithe. One Houndour. One shiny Eevee. Hmm, mostly fire, one water pokemon might send this trainer packing home early. She reasoned as her gaze finally made its way to the owner of the three. The dark haired girl's eyes transfixed on the text before her, face nearly completely hidden by the book cover. Weird, most people flocked around in order to grab some of Ava's media attention. This girl was indifferent. The only thing she currently seemed to seek was the solitude of written words. Spoken words were clearly against her agenda. Ava's wasn't going to deprive her of her peace, though she was dying to know where this trainer had obtained the silver Eevee.
Still it was curious why the girl had decided to sit next to her...movement further down shifted her vision. Drake? His usual air of confidence gone. Ava couldn't quite understand what could have ruffled golden boy...till she followed his gaze. Straight to the girl beside her. Oh my gosh, mystery girl had rattled him. If the camera's weren't homed on her, she would have stuck out her tongue to jostled him even more. She found the whole situation absolutely delightful. Hometown hero gets unseated by feminine beauty.
But of course acting childish would damage her mother's reputation, so reigning her behavior in, she turned her attention to something else. The pokeball floating back to its spot on her belt as she watched the broadcast of the next battle. Abra. The trainer has an Abra, a psychic pokemon, both eyes now fully open and alert. Watching as no uttered verbal command. It was one thing to order a psychic pokemon normally. Another to operate on their level. The battle hit chaos as the girl ineptly established a link, passing out from the experience.
Ava swiftly exited the lounge with Drake a few strides ahead of her. Pokémon from guards, one befuddled Alakazam, one damsel in distress, Drake could be forgiven for his split second hesitation at the entrance to the arena.
It was enough to allow Ava to whisk past onto the battlefield. Doing her best to avoid the bombardment between her and the poor girl. Nearly nicked by a Nidoran as she climbed onto the stand. Abra is strong. She lowered herself, placing her two hands on either side of the unconscious's head. Alakazam is powerful. Ava closed her eyes sensing out the still intact link between the two. There. She severed it, setting herself to take the girl's place. Another minute and the girl could have easily been a vegetable for life. But without the bond, without Alakazam's trust the process was difficult. With him in his panicked state the pain excruciating.
Ava just had to keep the pokemon rooted. Keep him from hurting anyone. However that left him vulnerable to the unaccounted guards. And each attack they threw, unknowingly increased the pressure in her head.