<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Bridgette3_zpskn20uo5w.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette LeFeu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Academy Concourse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Walking, Boasting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Other:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>The walk had been... long. That was the only way to describe it, really. The road from Benfield to the Academy wound through the forest on occasion and even though the trees provided some measure of shade, it was exhausting walking out in the sun (and uphill) for so long. Five miles of hiking uphill with her pokemon in tow, a ratty old duffle over one shoulder and her VCR under the other. At one point she had wrapped the cables neatly around the ancient device, but they'd come undone and for the last half mile or so she'd been dragging them on the ground. The walk had been a necessity, another result of strict adherence to what she considered her 'Personal Code'. Her pokemon were not to be in pokeballs. Ever. The ship over was fine, but the bus driver insisted that all pokemon be in pokeballs. He didn't want trainers causing trouble or pokemon 'acting up' in the small confines of the bus. She had argued with the man for quite some time about it, but he would not relent. So, she had been forced to walk.<br/><br/>She had not captured her pokemon. Not exactly. They had joined her because they wanted to. Maybe she would get to tell someone, a new friend, about how she met them all. She loved the memories and smiled a little at the adventures she had. Athos, the serious and protective blaziken. Porthos, the fun-loving and free-spirited monferno. Armais, the jovial and good-natured. They all had distinct personalities. At least that she could see. Then again, they were hers. Her friends. The 'Three Musketeers' followed along with her as she traveled, Athos out in front and the other two following behind.<br/><br/>As they entered the academy grounds, Bridgette sighed and tugged at the collar of her shirt a little, fanning herself.<em>"Merde! Qui était épuisant!" </em><br/><br/>Bridgette found a shady spot to stand and set her things down. She took a breath and set her hands on her hips, looking out over the ocean of students pouring in. Her pokemon all did the same, rather comically. They stood behind her, hands on hips. Porthos made a face while he did it.<em>"Ah!"</em>said Bridgette,<em>"Notre nouvelle maison! Nous allons apprendre beaucoup ici! Nous allons être le meilleur!"</em><br/><br/>She grinned and raised her fist, clutching at the sky. The Three Musketters did the same. Bridgette shouted,<em>"Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno!"</em>in such a way that caused several people to stop and look at her. Most of them just stared a moment and walked on. One rolled his eyes and said something derogitory about Kalosians. Bridgette did not pay him any mind. She felt refreshed and hopeful now. She thrust her arm out and opened her hand.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Attencion!"</em></strong>said the ashen-haired trainer, Kalosian accent thick,<em><strong>"I see we have time before the meeting! Now is perfect time to meet the future founder of pokemon martial arts and greatest Kalos trainer ever! Bridgette LeFeu! Come around, come around!"</strong></em>She grinned wide.