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Aila said her thanks in return for the potion as she climbed into the car and fastened herself into the seat. She turned to look at Shuppet at mention of him. "He is no trouble," she assured, then glanced between the healing spray bottle and the pokeball in her hands. With a thought equating to a mental shrug, she pressed the release switch, and the resulting light found an exhausted Misdreavus in her lap. A female, she decided, with a subtly different coloration in her eyes and blush-like markings on her cheeks. She was a lovely thing with all capacity to be graceful and proper, much as Fleur had never been able to accomplish. A few spritzes from the potion and the ghost flickered back to life, shrieking loudly in something akin to distress.

Aila clamped her hands over her ears, brow furrowed, in response to the close and sudden shout. It seemed the species name for Misdreavus was well-deserved. "Hush," she commanded with a stern glare. "This is no way to behave. Not before coworkers, not before comrades, not before anyone."

"Dreeea..." How dare that insolent human scold her? Who did she think she was, invading her home, attacking her, stuffing her into some little contraption, then calling her out again and yelling at her, of all things, for her completely justified retaliation? The Misdreavus huffed and turned away; had she arms, they would be indignantly folded across her tiny chest.

Aila sighed, lowering her hands into her lap. The sudden braking, and the jerking of the car that accompanied it, had caught her almost as off-guard as her pokemon's screeching. Here's to an uneventful returning trip, she thought idly. She inclined herself towards the Misdreavus slowly, as if the ghost were a child whom sudden movements would startle. "You should conduct yourself with a degree of grace," she admonished. "Your form is lovely, like a girl in dance. You mustn't waste your innate qualities."

The screech pokemon bristled slightly at the compliment but otherwise made no outward signs of acknowledging her human's words.

"Dreavus, dreeeaa," she replied, Perhaps I would rather die than blindly follow a fool, bound in eternal servitude. She turned from the Absol with a huff. What pokemon could honestly say that they were happy to be a slave, a tool to be used and disposed of at its owner's whims? There was no grace nor honor in such captivity, nor any hope of escape.

Aila observed the incoherent conversation with a disproving frown. It certainly did not appear to be friendly chatter, at least on the part of the Misdreavus.

The Misdreavus glared at Umbreon, "Misdrea." I will not. Her tone was cold, almost venomous. She had been living in a single location all her life and was forcibly removed from that location, taken into captivity against her will by some unknown human, and she was meant to get to used to it?

the ghost pokemon replied to her kin, She ignored the fact that she was still quite young, of course.

"Certainly they are talkative," Aila said in a similar murmur that could be interpreted either as a reply or an offhanded observation. Something within her wished that the Misdreavus was in the midst of befriending Faleen's companions, but something about the atmosphere of the vehicle told her otherwise.

the Misdreavus countered, flicking her head to a side as if to turn up her nose in a scoff.

Even if the words were incomprehensible, the body language was enough for anyone to understand the nature of the conversation, and Aila supplemented Faleen's entreaty with her own, "Come away from there, Revenant. If you cannot speak without quarreling, it is better to say nothing at all."

"Drea?" the Misdreavus tilted her head in slight confusion. Revenant, was it? Was that how she was to be addressed?

Aila noted the ghost's perplexed expression and elaborated, "Revenant is a word in my mother's tongue that equates to returned spirit. In folklore, the term identifies a visible specter returned from the dead to torment the living." It seemed appropriate, considering how the pokemon had endeavored to frighten the two young women.

A muted sigh indicated Aila's relief that the pokemon's spat had come to an end, even if not peaceably. She beckoned Revenant closer to her side in hopes of preventing any other arguments during the remainder of the ride.

She nodded in acknowledgment at Faleen's estimate. Tonight, she predicted, Aila was bound to sleep quite soundly. Hopefully her new companion would not act against that...

The excursion had been a welcome departure from mundanity, but Aila was glad to see the silhouette of the headquarters building as it drew ever closer.

"Indeed," she agreed, "and thank you." The Misdreavus was bound to be trouble, but hopefully the fact that she had caught it in the first place said something for her abilities as a trainer. She undid the buckles that secured her to the seat and pushed open the jeep's door, bidding Revenant follow her. She turned and curtsied, "You have my gratitude, both for your invitation on the excursion and for your assistance in the matters that arose throughout." A reserved smile crossed her lips - a silent farewell - and she took a few steps in withdrawal towards the stairs that would bring her to the trainee dorms.