Margaret continued her rant for a few minutes after they left Dan, her thoughts coming out in a nonsensical jumble after awhile. And, in fact, the satisfaction of telling Indy off wore off after she began to realize she couldn't come up with anything else that he did wrong--plus, he wasn't even saying anything back. What's the point in trying to teach him a lesson if he wouldn't learn? Instead, they sunk into an awkward silence that followed them to the gym. Their occasional glances reignited Margo's frustration towards the boy, but they flickered out after a few seconds. Eventually, her anger was completely gone, replaced instead with wonder as they reached the large gym. 

She could hear Indy speaking to her, but not much was filtering through her ears as she gawked at the beautiful gym. "I can't wait to go inside.." Margo murmured, a picture of the trees inside with sunlight filtering through their canopies while gym battles echoed through the walls down below--she had a very vivid image in her head that she would have to sketch out later. She was about to grab a small notepad out of her backpack to do so once they entered the gym, but she didn't have the chance to before running into the back of Indy. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance, Poinsettia almost falling off her trainer's shoulder; before launching into another bite-off-Indigo's-head session, she realized he had stopped because of two trainers leaving the gym with beaming faces. 

They were twins as it turned out, and they knew Indigo apparently. Margo glanced at Indy with an arched brow--she hadn't gotten a chance to get to know the boy's age but he looked closer to her age than these twins. They looked... a lot younger than them, in her opinion, but in any case she gave them a polite smile in acknowledgement. They didn't seem too interested in her, and while it somewhat annoyed her, she hardly felt like Indigo should give her an introduction to his little friends. Her head switched back and forth subtly, like an onlooker of a tennis match, her arch brow returning when Indy wasn't sure of who he was challenging. She supposed she didn't know who she'd be challenging either. A contestant didn't really seem like the most interesting to her, so she would probably be going down the trainer route, herself. Her art form was on canvas and paper, not through pokemon. 

Indigo seemed to be losing this game of verbal tennis, feeling kind of bad for the boy. She felt a sort of embarrassment coming off of him as he spoke to these younger people, as if he was ashamed of the answers to the questions they continued posing. 

Shockingly, the little boy seemed to be trash-talking Indigo. Even more shockingly, she felt bad for Indigo being trash-talked by this young boy. Instead of casting her harsh look towards her new companion, she instead gave it to these smart-mouth twins--apparently all of these teenagers she met in Septoh were little brats. Perhaps her upbringing was a blessing in disguise compared to the way children were raised here. Once more, she found herself looking back at Indigo as he challenged this boy to a battle. And then, they were gone, an invitation of where to meet left in the air behind them.

Margo followed Indy inside, noticing how his gaze wouldn't meet her own. She tried not to care, but her interest was piqued at these new characters that gave him a hard time. Maybe she would have to back off... just enough so she could get the information she wanted. New Margo was such a manipulator.

[color=mediumseagreen]"What was that all about? You know those children?"[/color] She couldn't help but snicker at the word children--they really didn't look [i]that[/i] young, but she also got the feeling that Indy perhaps to lost to one of them, possibly both of them if he were really unlucky. [color=mediumseagreen]"Say, I asked for a battle first, by the way. Battling me might prepare you for that twerp. I'm just saying~"[/color] Her voice picked up into a sing-song tune at her last sentence, stepping into the expansive gym and feeling her heart flutter as she looked around her.

The main lobby was simple enough, similar in architecture to the Pokemon center with a tile pattern on the floor. It had three branching paths--presumably one to a main training area, the contestant's area, and the gym leader's area. Her eyes were set upon the main training area, her legs walking without her commanding them to do so, as if they were drawn straight into it. The skylights from the dome above them shown down on an almost barren battlefield. It was a sort of soft packed dirt with rocks dabbled across it in random spots, some spots outlined in white for trainers to battle across from each other in mock gym battles, while on the other side it appeared to be where contestant's would train. A sort of rocky mesa stood out among the other side where trainers could step up and show their stuff with their pokemon. 

While it appeared to be nothing, Margo was entranced with the sunlight bouncing off the various pebbles and stones embedded in the dirt, the light spreading from above and mingling with the dirt below. For some reason, she felt as if she had fallen in love. [color=mediumseagreen]"What a lovely place to start training, don'tcha think?"[/color] Margo purred to Poinsettia, the little buck-tooth bug crawling down her trainer's arm and into her hands, looking around the place expectantly. The Scatterbug had expected something truly magical the way her trainer was ogling the place, but really all she saw was dirt. Sometimes Poinsettia worried her trainer was mad.

Margo turned back to Indy, spinning on her heel and stopping with a small cloud of dust behind her and her hands clasped together in front of her chest. [color=mediumseagreen]"Are you ready to battle or what?"[/color] She had a confident smile on her face, but her heart was racing with apprehension. She hadn't really had many battles and she was excited to see what she could truly pull off with Indy as her test subject.