The air swirls lazily but audibly around the orb, red and white blinking into existence across each other, Dakarai's fingers hovering over the pokéball, tipping it back into full-on spin every once in a while. His left elbow is ground into the table surface before him, his desk, fingers curled against his jawline, an analytic expression watching the ball as it twirls, his thoughts working silently for him.
Fracture. There was, perhaps, a certain irony in giving that name to a Marowak, but he liked that metaphor. Yes, he would call it Fracture, that, at least, he was finally sure about, having sat here for the better part of the last hour. It was interesting, having won that bet with that bully - and he wouldn't have stayed true to his word of giving Dakarai a pokémon if the whole thing hadn't been set up as publicly as all that.
One last time, his fingers sent the pokéball into a twirl, even as his shape finally stirred from its contemplative pose, a certain nervousness lancing as a tingle through his veins, the anticipation of a First Time. Time to see what the effort had been worth. His right hand snaps into a grip around the swirling pokéball - and a moment later, the spin is abruptly halted, and the ball whisked from the table. Silently, the tip of his index finger comes to push the white button, triggering the release mechanism, the ball directed at the ground, expression of his almost sceptical, watching the red slowly swirl and manifest itself into the pokémon he was an entirely new trainer to.
The pokémon appears out of its pokéball and blinks, looking around a little without that it says anything before looking up at Dakarai, blinking amber eyes before it looks away, clearly not understanding straight away but when it does it stares up at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
Dakarai peers down at the pokémon with that analytic glance - he's evidently not fazed by the narrowing eyes. And what's that in his hand? That's the pokéball! What! When did this person get a hold of her? What happened to her old trainer? Where was everyone? Perhaps, a frantic glance around the room might be had - revealing no other pokéballs in sight, a glaringly lonely concept.
The pokémon backs a step, hissing lowly although she doesn't actually say anything before a shiver runs through her and she cringes, almost terrified as she falls silent. The bone she's carrying; she shifts to her other shoulder, eyes widening slightly as she takes in the room before she inhales, trying to pick up any familiar scents but the only one she knows is the smell of the pokéball she just left.
Dakarai in turn narrows his own eyes, expression touched by an unsettling leer. “Can you, like… understand speech?” he asks; but without waiting for a specific answer, his expression hardens slightly, testingly, lips pulling taut for a brief moment, paling; before they are released from the tension and he speaks: “I'm Dakarai - I expect you to answer to me henceforth. Your name will be Fracture for the duration of your servitude to me.” Simple, matter-of-factly, with a strange hint of venom laced around the otherwise neutral tone.
The Marowak hisses a note, trembling visibly before she nods, cringing against the wall, terrified of him. She is silent now, staring at him with wide eyes, not daring to say anything or make a sound. Pushing herself to her feet again since she'd crouched she warily edges nearer to Dakarai, ready to bolt or to attack should he either try and hurt her or to grab her.
“Good,” he remarks, simply, without changing the tone of his voice. The grip on the pokéball loosens abruptly, only to tighten in the same motion, as it is seems, before he brings it down and slides it into his pocket. “Follow me, then, Fracture,” he remarks, aloofly, turning away from the desk to begin to walk through his single-room appartment and to the door. “Time to see what your skills are,” he adds as if in afterthought, a chilling coldness in that voice.
Fracture shudders and bounds after him silently, feeling hurt, angry and scared all at the same time. A trembles runs through her but she still doesn't make a noise, her eyes almost closing fully, following her new trainer by scent alone. She didn't like him though, at least not yet…