The pain of creation [Vivienne]

[Nia Mckelleigh]

Nia simply lied on her bed in deep thought, frowning deeply as she had left all three of her pokemon somewhere at the nursery. She could just get them to get them to her dorm room with the PC anyways, so it wouldn't hurt her to be without her hands for a while. 

The tiles on her roof looked nice. They were white, all of them, yet you could clearly see their borders and all. And they did have some clear differences, with some being grayer than the others, and with some seemingly having been replaced with newer ones. But then her thoughts returned to the reason why she was lying here.

Creation. 

She had no clear idea on what to do. Only a few hours ago, or something like that, her friend... Were they friends? People who knew her and who she knew, were battling. Yet this person knew she didn't want to battle. Why did the challenge her. This had bothered her so much all of her thought had scrabbled over to it, abandoning everything creative.

She kicked the wall between her and Viv's room in frustration. 

[Vivienne Montmarche]

Her room had become slightly more organized in the last few days; she'd managed to straighten up her supply area and Vivienne had organized her crafting station to a more manageable array. In her lap was a Pokemon Egg, pink in color with a single brown triagle shape marking the top. She was rubbing it with a slight cloth, and it was rocking even without the force. The breeding center had paid off with an Egg she'd been waiting on for a long time. When it hatched, she'd have another fairy for her ever growing repertoire; of course, it also meant training another baby Pokemon, which Vivienne had slowly grown to be somewhat of an expert on.

The sudden, violent shake of her wall nearly sent the egg toppling out of her grasp and onto the floor. That wasn't exactly the way she'd imagined hatching her Cleffa; fortunately, she caught the egg in a small embrace before glancing back. That was Nia's room....

The pair had battled earlier in the day, with the egg tucked in the knapsack on her back. Nia had put up a bit of a fight, but in the end Vivienne had won. She wondered if the other girl had any hard feelings. She rose from her bed, placing the shaking egg in a padded basket. A Ralts, sitting on the bed with her, rose to accompany her trainer. Flan was a fairly new addition to the team, and a bit wicked to boot. Entering the hall and heading down it, she paused outside the wall, Nia's doorframe just on the edge of her vision. She knocked on the wall to alert the other of her presence.

"Nia?" She asked

[Nia Mckelleigh]

There was a voice outside. It was either Vivienne. Or a Chatot mimicking her voice. It was probably Vivienne. She furrowed her brow for a moment as she, with some trouble, managed to get up onto a sitting position. She then got herself up to standing. Great, great, she still had some skill in her body. She then wobbled over to her closed room before carefully raising her left leg up, balancing on her right one for a moment, almost looking like one of those martial artists about to do a sick kick...

And then she proceeded to kick the door open as hard as she could, the door opening very quickly. "Come in."

[Vivienne Montmarche]

If Vivienne had been standing on the other side of the door frame, it would've undoubtedly smacked her fairly hard. Maybe even upset her basket with the shaking egg. Wow. Nia must've been pissed, or at least that's the way Vivienne saw it. She whistled softly as she walked through, her steps slightly mincing.

Her right arm was supporting the basket holding the rocking egg, and the Ralts was waddling along beside her, poking her head around Vivienne's leg. The Kalosian looked around the room for Nia's Ralts, but didn't spy him. That might explain some of the anger and pacing. She held her tongue for a moment as she stood there, just waiting to see what Nia might do.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

Nia proceed to grunt, stomping his leg onto the ground once the door was opened and Viv walked in. She then slowly walked over to one of her canvases. It had some work on it. It wasn't that great, honestly. Too much color to distinguish everything, when it clearly tried to point out something. She simply grunted, kicking her leg at the canvas and knocking it down. "Why." It was a simple word, really. Why.

"Why force me." She asked, this time actually getting to her point without sounding too dramatic. or well, her voice echoed with something sort of a frustration. She then looked to Viv for a moment, her eyes half closed in a strange manner as she then looked to a empty canvas, seemingly greatly frustrated.

[Vivienne Montmarche]

Vivienne watched the girl, the way she was kicking at her canvas and the rough work on top of it. Even the look on her face seemed alien compared to what the Kalosian had experienced of Nia. There wasn't quite the rage she'd come in expecting, but then again wasn't Vivienne herself good at hiding her real emotions. Maybe a little frustration then? Given the question, the why of it all, that seemed a little more likely in Vivienne's mind. She'd learned to read people in the course of her con-games as a child, and unlike some who grew out of such precocious trickery, we all knew what Vivienne had opted for as she grew.

"Why what?" She asked, innocently enough, "I didn't force you into anything. You didn't have to show up to the Battle Dome, y'know." The girl's manner of speaking was plain, maybe a little blunt. The Ralts beside her, getting a read on the emotions in the room, nearly snickered.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

She, for once, snarled. Or well, grunted. Whatever a good angry, seething sound could be. "Because it would've been rude. I do not want to be rude to one of my first... Friends? Stranger? Whoever cares, I don't want to be rude like that. It's forcing me to a situation which I would not prefer." She sighed, sitting down to her bed and rubbing her face with her left leg.

After a while of just doing that, she pulled her leg away from her face, frustration still imminent. "Why ask me for something like that. I told I don't like to battle."

[Vivienne Montmarche]

Ooooh. Nia was getting testy. The Ralts let out a little yip at the girls snarl, and Vivienne glanced back at her to make sure she was okay. The smile on Flan's face told her that the Ralts was actually enjoying the little drama play out. She made a small face at her to warn the Ralts not to pull anything as she contemplated. At least Nia wasn't really that explosively angry in the end. She wanted an explanation? Vivienne guessed she'd give her one.

"Honestly Nia." She said for a moment, glancing down at the egg in the basket. Cracks were beginning to show on it as it shook; it was probably going to hatch anytime soon. "If not me, then who?" She ran a hand on the egg, as if to reassure the occupant everything would be fine in the end. "Look around, Nia. You're not in art school. You're in a Pokemon Academy, like it or not. Sooner or later, someone was going to pressure you into a battle."

[Nia Mckelleigh]

She squinted her eyes for a moment. It was clear gears were turning behind her eyes, as if she was trying to come up with a clear and good answer. Sure, her logic here had been screwed, but at the very least she should be able to be reasonable. Right?

Bang.

Nia slammed her head against the wall, groaning for a moment as she then rested it for a moment against legs. She then lifted it, a few tears of pain on her eyes. "Anyone! Anyone but someone I would trust! Anyone but a friend! A friend shouldn't do that! A friend shouldn't force uncomfortable situations, even if they don't mean it!"

Yeah. Maybe not that reasonable.

[Vivienne Montmarche]

When she hurt herself, Vivienne was a little conflicted. She was worried for the other girl, but a part of her on the inside just wanted to roll her eyes. How naive was Nia? Hadn't she figured out that in the end, no matter how great of friends two people claimed to be, someone was bound to try screwing the other over. Her own family had sent her off, so maybe Vivienne had simply assumed the girl would have known it by now.

"So a friend should sit back and watch you waste your time?" Vivienne said with a slight chuckle. "Or better yet, a friend should sit back and watch you get yourself hurt, even killed?" The normal demeanor that Vivienne had, the cute and slightly ditzy foreigner, was gone when she uttered the last sentence. "Newsflash Nia, there are bad people in the this world. Bad people on this island." The Ralts, noting her trainers shift in moods, clung to her leg lightly. "Or are you honestly telling me you still haven't heard about how Team Origin wrecked the town a few weeks before you got here? How they nearly killed some of the students, or worse?"

The egg began breaking off chunks in cracks, and sounds were coming from inside of it.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

More gears turned behind her eyes as she processed this all. She knew about team Origin, yes. Or well, had heard of them. She shook her head. "I'm not stupid. I'm not slow, either. I know what was going on here before I was forced here." She closed her eyes for a while, letting out a long sigh.

"I do not consider what I do, a waste of time." She looked around her room, at her paintings, at her canvases. "I do not consider it anything like that, no." She opened her eyes, sadness glistening in them. "I just consider it doing the only thing I'm good at." She frowned.

"Only thing I'm decent at, even."

[Vivienne Montmarche]

"I didn't mean to call you stupid, or that your art's a waste of time." Vivienne said, her voice growing soft. "But you can't say that coming to a Pokemon Academy and barely doing anything with your Pokemon besides for painting them is logical." She glanced back out the door, wondering if she could just skip away for a while. Of course not, she was in the conversation too deep to leave now. "Even if it's just for their sakes. You can't deny that Axew of yours liked a good fight."

"What if there's more to you than just art though? Who says you can't be a decent trainer, or breeder, or adventurer?" The basket shook as the egg shell began deteriorating rapidly. Vivienne paused her thoughts to watch the Cleffa emerge from the egg with a small squeal. She settled the basket on the floor, picking up the baby with a calm smile and humming to it lightly. "Hello there." She whispered to it calmly. "Hello little Madeleine."

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"I don't have the tactical mind to be a trainer. That all went to my brothers." She wistfully looked outside of her window. "I don't have much interest in breeding pokemon. They can do that in their own time, in the wild, for love." She looked to the knocked over canvas. "And I don't have the body to adventure." She shook her head for a moment, letting her hair ruffle wild.

"I'll give Maya away, if it makes her happy. Her drive does not fit me, nor does my drive fit her." Nia sighed a bit. "Truth can be sad." She looked to the canvas one more time. "As said... Art's the only thing I'm even decent at."

[Vivienne Montmarche]

Vivienne glanced over at Flan. "Flan, would you mind carrying the basket for me?" She asked the psychic fairy. The little alien-looking fey complied, lifting the basket with psychic power while the pink haired girl cradled the newborn in her arms. Nia shrugged off her words, pushing off everything she said as things other people were capable of, things she couldn't do. Vivienne sighed at that.

"So what then. Give up, leave the Academy?" Vivienne asked her, rocking the baby Pokemon in her arms. "Oh wait. That's right. You can't, can you? You got shipped off here against your will too." She tickled the Cleffa's belly slightly. Raising a Budew and a Togepi had left her with a plethora of skills when it came to baby Pokemon. "So you can sit there and keep feeling sorry for yourself, or you could do something about it."

[Nia Mckelleigh]

She tilted her head a bit, smiling weakly. "I never said I felt sorry for myself. I just stated logical things I really can't do." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll go to the necessary amounts of classes needed to pass. I'll wait the years it takes. I'll paint a bit. Maybe better myself from average to decently good. Make some friends, if I can."

She begun to rock her feet a bit from her sitting position. "Sometimes, things don't need to change." She sighed a bit, cracking her back before speaking once more, maybe in a slightly sad tone. "And honestly... I don't need to change here. I just need to endure."