[ Not many things could rattle Minfilia to her core. Or, at least, that's what she told herself. She'd adjusted to this world. To the technology, to the fact that battles were held this way.
But she had not adjusted to the fact that she was ignorant. Of so damned much. She knew she had to watch the other fights to figure out how to adjust how her Pokemon fought - especially since she had been automatically advanced. But that name - that damned name - had shaken her very way of thinking.
So she had retreated. To go over strategy again. She was now talking with her Meowstic, about how she may not have time to set up. That she may need to use her abilities at lower power then expected. (It is easier to ignore your worldview collapsing slightly when you have work to do.)
But she is listening all around. So even before a hand goes to her, she glances over. ]
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But she had not adjusted to the fact that she was ignorant. Of so damned much. She knew she had to watch the other fights to figure out how to adjust how her Pokemon fought - especially since she had been automatically advanced. But that name - that damned name - had shaken her very way of thinking.
So she had retreated. To go over strategy again. She was now talking with her Meowstic, about how she may not have time to set up. That she may need to use her abilities at lower power then expected. (It is easier to ignore your worldview collapsing slightly when you have work to do.)
But she is listening all around. So even before a hand goes to her, she glances over. ]
...Ah. G'rhyf - I believe I have time, yes.