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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 0:16:55 GMT -5
("I hope so. Right now he's pretty much our only chance of ever leaving this dump. Or... err... reviving it. Ellie cares about this place a lot, it being her home-town and such,") he explained in an awkward jumble of words. ("I kind of enjoy this place, too. I would like it more if it was a lot quieter, but what are you gonna do?") he shrugged as if he'd given up hope of the city hustle and bustle ever settling down a long time ago.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 0:29:02 GMT -5
"I see." She stared at him boredly, her attention lost.
Lemondrop's ears twitched, and she suddenly jumped off the Futon, ran across the floor, and scaled the bed, starting toward the three Eeveelutions. EV turned to her, her eyes narrowing.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 0:32:18 GMT -5
Angelo quieted down when he could tell she'd lost interest in what he'd been saying. Now he just stared around awkwardly, his spacing out interrupted as the tiny punk ran over to them. The hell does she want? He quickly looked away, preparing to ignore her existence.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 0:35:04 GMT -5
"Don't look at me like that," the Pikachu said lowly, glaring back at her.
"Why are you over here?" EV demanded, her glare unwavering.
"Because of him." She pointed a tiny finger at Chance, and as EV turned she walked over to him, putting a hand on his head. Her ears drooped. "He's sick, Vivian. I thought you might like to know."
She stared down at the sleeping Eevee, now restlessly fidgeting in his sleep, and a look of dismay came across her features that no one had ever seen there before.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 0:36:56 GMT -5
("How is he sick? He was fine minutes ago!") Angelo protested, his concerns from before rising again. He completely forgot about ignoring Lemondrop, now gawking at her with almond-shaped crimson eyes. ("How do you know he's sick?") he demanded to know. For all he knew, Lemondrop could have poisoned him. It wouldn't surprise him.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 0:52:51 GMT -5
"He's just a baby, babies get sicker than adults. He probably got sick in the night." She patted the little Eevee's head and then took a step back. "Vivian probably coudln't tell cause she's a fire type. But he didn't look right to me." She crossed her arms and looked up at the flareon mutant. "You can tell now, though, can't you?"
EV nosed Chance gently, but he simply turned away from her in his sleep. She could smell sickness on his fur. He was definitely sick. She stayed silent, staring at the little Eevee helplessly.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 1:06:23 GMT -5
Angelo frowned. ("Great. Just what we need. Another sick one.") The Dark Type got to his paws and shook out his fur, leaping to the floor. ("But how is he sick? He didn't catch Ellie's illness did he? After all, I didn't think humans could transfer sickness to Pokémon,") he mused haughtily. He didn't like the idea of having to care for two creatures, now. One being his precious Trainer and the other being some attention-whore. Maybe he wasn't even sick. Maybe this was all just for attention.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 1:14:32 GMT -5
"I didn't think so either," Lemondrop murmured, frowning. "But one way or another, he's sick. I'll tell Tunes." She turned, leaping from the bed and going into the other room, where Tunes was attempting to make a meal for Ellie out of her limited supplies.
"Damn it," EV murmured, still staring helplessly at the Eevee. She picked him up and jumped from the bed, placing him on the Futon, as he was becoming rather lost in the sheets of Ellie's bed. He shivered as she placed him down, but did not fully awaken.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 1:19:19 GMT -5
Angelo paced back and forth, dissatisfied by the unfortunate turn of events. He hoped that Pidgey was a fast flyer. The Umbreon trotted over to the Pokeblocks bag and pulled one out, beginning to gnaw at it. He was stressed out and hungry. When he was stressed he needed to chew on something. Since he was hungry as well, what would making at least one thing in his life better hurt?
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 1:24:56 GMT -5
Tunes walked back into the room with Lemondrop in her pocket, and upon seeing the sick Eevee her face fell. "Oh no," she said softly, kneeling by the little creature and feeling his head. He was definitely warm, and he sneezed roughly as she petted him. She stood, covering her mouth with her hand. This was bad. She needed to do something for Ellie and Chance before either of them got much sicker.
She bit her lip as she had an idea, and she slowly stood and grabbed her bag. She pulled from it all her Pokémon and people food and laid it on the nightstand within Ellie's reach before pulling out her pokenav and shoving it in her pocket. Then she marched for the door.
"I'm going to get some medicine," she said determinedly, to no one in particular. "I'm going to help you, Ellie."
She stopped as she clutched the door knob, fear growing in her chest. Was she really going to do this? What if she got caught? What if something happened when she was away? She looked back over her shoulder, taking in the Pokémon and Ellie, who she would be leaving behind.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 1:39:25 GMT -5
Angelo watched as Tunes appeared to leave. He glanced at EV. ("Are you going to go with her? It's crazy out there,)" he warned. He was sure his friend would be good protection to the female, but she was rather bright and may attract some attention with her oddity. Whatever; it was her decision anyway.
He looked up at Ellie's bed as she groaned, rolling on her side weakly. The wet drag dropped onto her bed with a plop. Instinctively, Angelo hopped on the bed and grabbed it, dragging it over her neck. He'd learned that was another very hot area on the human body that would probably be best if it was cooler.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 1:45:30 GMT -5
EV looked at Angelo, and then up at Tunes, deliberating. She may not look it, but Lemondrop was pretty strong. If nothing else she would make sure that nobody touched Tunes, and the Pikachu was not above playing dirty. Besides, she wanted to stay with Chance. With Angelo taking care of Ellie, she knew that he had no interest in the Eevee.
"She'll be alright," she told the Umbreon, her eyes still on the young trainer.
Hearing Ellie's moan was enough for her. Her face hardened, and she turned, sliding out the door. And she was gone.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 1:49:13 GMT -5
Angelo's eyes flickered to his red-colored ally and back towards Tunes as she rushed out the door. He padded over to the window and nosed past the curtains to look out into the ocean. The ocean... if Elouise knew surf, then they wouldn't be stuck here... Stupid Maril. Then again, it wouldn't be safe for Ellie to travel underwater in such a condition. He sighed and hopped away from the window, back to his master's bed.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 1:52:01 GMT -5
It was nearly an hour later when there was a knock at the door, and then the doorknob tried to turn, but Tunes had locked it on her way out. EV, who was lying below the futon, raised her head and narrowed her eyes. She looked at Angelo, unsure.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 1:54:52 GMT -5
Angelo raised his head, narrowing his eyes. Jumping to his paws, he ran over to the window closest to the outside doorway. His red eyes widened and he hopped down, quickly using his old, sly method of opening doors. He quickly stepped out of the way to let the boy in, glancing between Ellie, EV, and the Trainer.
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