Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tristen stared in confusion for just a brief second. The last guy out of Team Star wasn’t found and his parents and academy are keeping it silent? Reno and Sol didn’t mention anything about that. Did they even know? Mela, Atticus, and Eri though still on medical lock down, however. If anyone he’d imagine that still would be out of it, it probably would have been Atticus, if not for the mushrooms, then the massive shock treatment that he got when he ended up fighting the Manetric hybrid, never mind the resulting chi machine explosion. It left Tristen to wonder just how long were they stuck under the mushroom influence; probably long enough to give them the courage to go fight the likes of Team Snagem as they were. The Giacomo guy, however, is still a slight point in contention for him…still remembering how Penny was pertaining to him. It was a something that nagged at him; why in the world did she give any level of a care about Team Star, let alone one of their leaders. Must have been something. Matteo was part of them at one time too, apparently. Nothing that he’d try to pry into unless he had to. All the same, he almost wondered why he hadn’t found himself in any class with Giacomo, now that he thought about it.

When Matteo finally finished the second bag, Tristen took it when Matteo handed it over and took a look over. It was just as good as the first one. Matteo actually had a knack for this, which astounded him. He didn’t think someone like this hybrid who tried to come off tough and cool would take up something such as sewing and crafts like this. It was almost as if he enjoyed this; no one would have put this much effort, never mind was capable of doing that in so little time. It was crazy. “Sure, Im good with the nicer one going to Mr. Sanguaro.” Tristen spoke up. He then looked over towards the clock himself when Matteo brought up the clock too and it astounded how much time did in fact fly. That story of Shadow Pokémon apparently took up a lot of the time; he didn’t even think it took up that much of time. It only got Tristen to realize that even though he only scratched the surface in Team Snagem’s endeavors against the likes of Ein and Shadow Pokémon, just doing so took a bit. “…time flies is right.”

Tristen raised a brow when Matteo started to ask if Team Snagem was recruiting, only for him to retract that question under the excuse of jest. Part of him didn’t believe that there was any ‘kidding’ to it. He noticed at the very least where Matteo was enthralled in about anything that he said about his time with the team. Like telling him about the shadow Pokémon story or even how he and Dragonite met. Matteo had made it no secret that he was jealous of Tristen, and probably harbors that jealousy still, albeit managed to keep it…restrained, for lack of a better term. Kept it under wraps and instead of out in the open in public. If Matteo didn’t understand why Tristen would have been craving for the likes of boring, Tristen was almost the exact opposite. In spite of the adventure, the places he’s seen, the strength and power he worked hard to build, all he had was effectively the ‘family’ that was Team Snagem, which each last one of those lives could have been gone in an instant. In fact, half of them nearly was, no thanks to Ein. Tristen severely doubted Matteo could grasp just how it would affect someone who practically lived in that constantly. Matteo had the peace and generally the capabilities of having at bare minimum a social life. Where a Pokémon battle wasn’t with lives on the line. While Tristen had grew to be numb to it a decent bit, Matteo had no such conditioning. He was better off waiting until he got older, just as Tristen figured he should have now that he was here in this academy. It left Tristen to just then question if he regretted getting his adoptive father to train him and put him within the Snagem ranks, if only for the sake of wanting to be a help and be able to see the world those years ago that was explicitly hidden from him by those who had him before. To repay the kindness that was given to him those years ago even though he was explicitly told he didn’t have to. Probably a little bit.

When Mr. Sanguaro finally came over to make his assessment of the bags that were made. Tristen noticed that Matteo’s history was creeping back, one of those things that probably any other day if Tristen weren’t around would have left him high and dry. “Its true, Mr. Sanguaro. If anything, he helped me a lot since I wasn’t around the past couple of weeks.” Tristen concurred with Matteo. It was only right, after all. Either way, however, it seemed an A was in order. Another job well done. When Mr. Sanguaro walked off, Tristen looked over towards Matteo as he messed around with the zipper. “You are good at this…thanks for teaching me how to work the machine.” He said to the Growlithe hybrid.

Tristen couldn’t help but to tilt his head out of confusion when Matteo brought up that he didn’t want his talents brought up to everyone else. It seemed contradictory; he made it a point to just be better than most anyone well before Tristen even showed up at this academy. Why was mere sowing a point in contention? “Uh…yea, sure.” Tristen said, sincere in his reply, though it was going to make Tristen rack his mind over this. Was this one of those things that he missed out on to be able to understand? Who knows?

Tristen would help out getting the station cleaned up and ready for the next class after them and it wasn’t long after that until the bell rang. Tristen started to put away his own things at that point, giving a nod to Matteo that he would be seeing him at lunch. But as he was about to get up himself, the super brief exchange between Matteo and Gloria on the way out didn’t escape his notice. He would stash the bag as well that Matteo made, making sure that nothing happens to that either in any capacity then got up and made his way off for lunch.

Making his way out the door and starting down the halls, Tristen marked off in the back of his mind the half-way point in his day, though he had to admit he was leery about the moment he gets into the lunchroom. Having not seeing Fela since yesterday afternoon, he wondered if everything remained alright between Vivillion and her. It nagged at him since then if he should have left Vivillion in her care last night on her request, but he wanted to have faith that she would do the right thing. Hopefully his faith wasn’t misplaced.

Tristen found his way into the lunch room and waited in line as he did for his sandwich for lunch; typical deal, nothing to write home about. Though it was nice seeing Ms. Picante again. Not wanting to keep her, he’d go on ahead with his order and make his way off to get his drink and chips and find his way back to the table where he usually met with everyone. Though as he walked over, he started to realize something. Usually he was one of the last ones here. But then…no Fela. Tristen would sit down with his sandwich, only to be greeted with Nemona’s question. Her once again fishing for a Pokémon battle. Well, at least some things doesn’t change. This girl is relentless. Tristen glanced over towards Matteo as well. Does he bring up going off somewhere with Matteo? Would Nemona find that as an invitation to try to come with them? He really didn’t know how to play this… “Well, I…am still trying to get that together.” Tristen said. “I got something in mind already that might be an all day thing, still trying to work out what day, but I got the other day of the weekend to figure out.” He said, not putting really any emphasis that he and Matteo already had plans. If he knew Matteo, he wouldn’t want it public to much of anyone, even his own friends that he made an invitation to go train Pokémon.

Though as Tristen explained that, he was distracted, more so trying to pay attention to the door because Tristen found something odd in this whole situation. Something Penny was quick to catch up on. “Uhhh, yeaaahhh…has…anyone heard from Fela since yesterday? I saw her yesterday afternoon before I went off to meet with Mr. Salvatore right after homeroom yesterday and she wasn’t…the greatest. She was upset with more than likely having to part ways with Vivillion. I tried to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I been having the nagging feeling that she might not have believed that fully. Ooooh, I hope she isn’t doing anything to mess things up for Vivillion later…”

Tristen sweatdropped at B and E’s escalation of assessing the situation, which how on earth did they even jump to that conclusion. This was about a Vivillion, not because she was sick. Tristen wondered if he was ever like that and he honestly couldn’t recall. He didn’t think so. Penny would then get his attention when Fela finally found her way in, which…honestly was weird for her. She was usually prompt in most anything. Probably one of the first ones to even make it to the lunch room, let alone to any class. When Penny asked, he silently sighed. “I certainly hope not…” he said to Penny as he watched Fela make her way to the lunch line. He certainly was going to make it a note to ask about Vivillion as soon as she sat down. Maybe he could work it in a little naturally…it’s a little underhanded, but honestly? Better than asking point blank the second she sat down. At least there’d be a conversation already going about it.

“So, speaking of, what about you two? How is yours and Camp’s project?” he asked. “Any more progress on getting your Spewpa to a Vivillion?”

“I suppose that comes with the territory when you make it your life to do that. That’s actually a bit amazing. It took at least a few days for ours to go from Scatterbug to Spew-“ Tristen would get cut off just then when Fela made her way around with only merely a ‘Hey’, only to sit down and say nary a word beyond that. Tristen would join the others, giving each other a side eye, most everyone very well aware that something was up. She hardly would give a reaction when B and E started blurting out their relief, which one would have thought that would have brought questions in and of itself. “Uh…Fela? Is…everything okay?” Tristen asked the girl, concerned.

Tristen would once again take a quick glance towards everyone else at the table, getting their general reaction and he was pretty much sure at this point that they knew what he knew. She was full of it. She wasn’t doing all too well in hiding it, something is really pressing and he was pretty sure what was on her mind. She would then pull out the Premier Ball and hand it over towards Tristen, staring in confusion for a moment. “Uh, yea, sure.” He said taking back the Premier ball. He took a look at the ball for a second then looked over towards her for a second. He wouldn’t have an opportunity to check on Vivillion until after classes today. “Fela you seem out of it.” Tristen said. “Did something happen last night?”

Tristen looked over towards the others real quick then back at Fela. A faint sigh came from him. "I know, Fela. It doesn't feel fair at all." Tristen said. "I had a adopted brother, you know. A Vulpix hybrid. He was one of the ones that got me on my feet in the world other than Blizz and Freth. But unlike here with Vivillion, where you know the day is coming, he just...up and left. Not even a word. Not even a word to Blizz or anyone in Snagem. He just...left. Blizz eventually found him, then later found out Sub had a hand in it; kinda really complicated situation, but didn't say anything because of how Blizz tends to be. But it was a decision of something he felt he needed to do, nothing against me or Blizz or anyone, really. When Blizz was up and fighting the bad guys alongside Freth and stuff, he was who I ended up having to go to. And then suddenly...he left. It used to not be all that uncommon. He'd like to go exploring in a lot of places. Even took me out on a trip here and there, even though sometimes the places he went to was fairly scary to me at the time. Might be gone a day or two at a time. But then suddenly two days turned into a week, then several weeks. And with one problem after the next that Snagem had to take care of at the time, we didn't really get any opportunity to go looking and asking questions until around the time we first made ourselves known in Kalos a first years ago."

"It will be hard, Fela, I get it. But there's a point where you have to let go. Like I tried telling you yesterday afternoon, it will be fine. But you have to let it be. Miss Vivillion, sure, but I'm pretty certain that Vivillion isn't going to want you like this all the time just because its gone to live its life." Tristen said to her.