Rochelle watched Terinth go, wondering what her deal was. "So much for trying to help," she began, talking to her Pokémon... then she stopped. A minor epiphany had struck. Rochelle knew how to help herself, she'd done it many a time for her friends in Goldenrod. In her experience, a distraction cured most problems similar to that of her own. With that in mind, Rochelle stood up and returned Kirsten and Phoenix to their Poké Balls. "Natalya, up on my shoulder," she told the Murkrow, who complied a little reluctantly. She had found a scrap of something shiny, and she held it in her beak as Rochelle made her way to the Poké Mart, opening the door and walking inside.
Evidently the cashiers at the Poké Mart were used to Trainers walking with their Pokémon rather than keeping them inside their balls, as Natalya's presence raised no complaints from the staff. Rochelle browsed the shelves for a while until she found what she was looking for; labels and stationery. She picked up a pack of twelve blank labels on which she would write names, and a few pens just in case. While she was there, she also selected a small ringed notebook for general writing purposes and a packet of the small brown cubes she'd seen Tyler feed his Pokémon.
The cashier accepted her payment with a smile as he had done the previous day, asking genially, "Having trouble telling which Poké Ball contains which Pokémon?"
"It's more to make sure I don't mess up at a critical moment in a battle, but yeah," Rochelle answered, smiling a little half-heartedly as her mind was still not completely distracted. "So I can just stick these straight onto the balls, right?"
"Yep, nothing against it. There used to be a system where you had to get some kind of special overlay for the Poké Ball and then apply stickers however you wished, but that was too expensive and too costly in terms of materials, so Silph Co. canned the project after a couple of years," the cashier explained. "Have a good day," he added, beckoning the next customer forward as Rochelle moved aside and subsequently out of the Poké Mart.
She spent a few minutes decorating her Poké Balls with the appropriate labeling, noting the name of the Pokémon inside and adding her own name to ensure they were recognised as hers. Natalya, however, seemed more interested in getting at the food Rochelle had bought, and she had to be bodily pulled out of Rochelle's pack when she stuck her beak in too far and fell in. "Silly bird, you ate at breakfast," Rochelle reprimanded the Murkrow. "You guys aren't getting any of those until I have lunch, otherwise you'll end up fat and lazy. And you and Phoenix won't be able to fly." She giggled at that thought, but lightly scratched Natalya's 'hat feathers' to appease the bird.
Evidently the cashiers at the Poké Mart were used to Trainers walking with their Pokémon rather than keeping them inside their balls, as Natalya's presence raised no complaints from the staff. Rochelle browsed the shelves for a while until she found what she was looking for; labels and stationery. She picked up a pack of twelve blank labels on which she would write names, and a few pens just in case. While she was there, she also selected a small ringed notebook for general writing purposes and a packet of the small brown cubes she'd seen Tyler feed his Pokémon.
The cashier accepted her payment with a smile as he had done the previous day, asking genially, "Having trouble telling which Poké Ball contains which Pokémon?"
"It's more to make sure I don't mess up at a critical moment in a battle, but yeah," Rochelle answered, smiling a little half-heartedly as her mind was still not completely distracted. "So I can just stick these straight onto the balls, right?"
"Yep, nothing against it. There used to be a system where you had to get some kind of special overlay for the Poké Ball and then apply stickers however you wished, but that was too expensive and too costly in terms of materials, so Silph Co. canned the project after a couple of years," the cashier explained. "Have a good day," he added, beckoning the next customer forward as Rochelle moved aside and subsequently out of the Poké Mart.
She spent a few minutes decorating her Poké Balls with the appropriate labeling, noting the name of the Pokémon inside and adding her own name to ensure they were recognised as hers. Natalya, however, seemed more interested in getting at the food Rochelle had bought, and she had to be bodily pulled out of Rochelle's pack when she stuck her beak in too far and fell in. "Silly bird, you ate at breakfast," Rochelle reprimanded the Murkrow. "You guys aren't getting any of those until I have lunch, otherwise you'll end up fat and lazy. And you and Phoenix won't be able to fly." She giggled at that thought, but lightly scratched Natalya's 'hat feathers' to appease the bird.
