Emil wasn't sure if he was more relieved or disappointed to hear that Stella had no further input to give on the matter; on the other hand it meant that at least now he wouldn't look stupid or inferior to her, but on the other, it also meant he wouldn't learn anything more about this new type, not here. He raised his hand to his chin and allowed himself to fall into ponder, still listening as the girl next to her spoke. At the mention of the proposed name, Emil's brow furrowed slightly. Fairy? The name didn't feel right on his tongue. Was that a joke? The rest of the types were named in reference to their elements, while as Fairy sounded more like a way to describe a Pokémon's appearance than anything. Then again, Dragon type shared that detail with the new type... Was there a connection somewhere, then? Something he didn't see?

"Similar to Rock and Ground?" Emil repeated, one brow raised. He didn't see it. "I must strongly disagree with that point of view. Rock's separation from Ground was a slow process over centuries, directly influenced by the change in certain species' environment. It was evolution to support Pokémon living in mountains or caverns, much like the recent discovery of the Dark type amongst Pokémon that preferred to hunt during nighttime. Fairy, however, does not sound like it has any connection to the world as a whole. Perhaps it's just the peculiar naming sense whoever coined up that name has, but I do not think you can compare it to the relationship between Ground and Rock."

He fell back into thought. "And indeed, the immunity to Dragon sounds more than just a little baseless..."

Before he could think on that any further, a loud crying sound snapped the boy from his thoughts and almost sent him stumbling down from his seat. A quick look towards the arena revealed the source of the noise to be no one else but Whitney, apparently incredibly disheartened by what seemed to be a loss. Emil's mouth opened in surprise. Did... did Nerissa really defeat the strongest Pokémon Whitney had? This[i] fast? [/i]Whatever pride he had felt over being academically more gifted than her was quick to vanish. He did regain some of it when he realized that it was not a clean win, however, rather a tie. Still impressive, but something he was willing to handle.

As Nerissa was trying to cheer Whitney up (if it could be called that - she seemed more annoyed by her crying than anything, really), a well dressed man pushed himself away from the backmost inner wall of the Gym and walked into the middle of the battlefield, steps calm but determined. He cleared his throat loudly to gain the newbie trainers' attention, then brought a paper up to his face.

"Emil Shields, Stella Gold, Nerissa Lovell," he began, his voice loud and clear. "I hereby declare you three official members of the Trainers' League, as per the International Rules of Qualification." He didn't turn when he addressed each of them separately. "Emil Shields, for displaying impressive strategical ability and preparation, Stella Gold, for displaying impressive calm and confidence in the skills of yourself and your Pokémon and Nerissa Lovell for displaying an unyielding spirit even in the face of a powerful opponent, you three shall receive the official seal of the League" - as he said this, three assistants walked up to the young trainers and pressed gold seals on each of their license cards - "and are free to challenge the Gyms worldover. Your goal? To become the Champion of the Pokémon League."

He lowered the paper he was reading from, and then offered the three a far less formal smile. "Good job, you three." He turned to look at Nerissa, and nodded. "And should you wonder why you passed despite the tie - I can tell you that victory is not the only proof of skill. You did well. Be proud." He turned to them all again, and this time addressed the whole group once more. "Your next step, if you'd like the advice, should be to stock up on supplies at the Department Store, have you not yet done so. They have some amazing sales just for greenhorn trainers like you."

Emil looked down at his newly 'upgraded' license, and allowed a small smile to grace his lips. He'd done it. He'd really become a trainer. If it hadn't been very uncharacteristic of him, he would have let his inner child take over for a second and scream his success for the whole Gym to hear.

But, since Emil was just Emil, he merely scoffed, pocketing his license and walking to the Gym's door with hasty steps before turning around. "Are you two coming?" He groaned impatiently. "I would like to pick up my supplies before they sell out on everything useful."