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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 19:19:46 GMT -5
Delilah joined her husband moments later, placing her two delicate paws over the rim of the box. She suppressed a gasp, to her dismay. All of these Pokémon... Most of them were far to young to have foot on such a ravaged battlefield. She felt guilty to think of the little tykes as threats, earlier. It was obvious the heap of children was far from such a title.
Ellie's heart jumped to her throat as she heard a moan coming off from the sofa. She jumped to her feet and rushed over. He... He was awake! How unreal! She got on her knees by the couch and looked at the boy eagerly. Ooh, where was Dr. Louis? He had to hurry up!
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 19:35:30 GMT -5
Elliot put a clawed hand on Deliliah's shoulder and looked away. He wished she had not seen this.
There was the soft pound and Elliot's head shot up, stiffening in surprise. But the sound did not repeat, and he was not sure where it had come from.
Dr. Louis knocked at the door before poking his head inside. "Hello, Ms. Eleanor?" Driven by the anxiety of the call he stepped boldly into the house and closed the door behind him.
Note cringed as his fingers came in contact with the ragged, bloodied edge of the wound on his chest. His hand recoiled, andhe forcednone eye open to look at it. A look of confusion crossed his face as the sight of his crimson fingertips.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 19:40:46 GMT -5
Delilah felt her eyes tearing up. These... These poor Pokémon... No Pokémon should be treated so unfairly... especially these little champions. The tan-and-purple feline let out a shaky sigh. While there was a tense mood, she might as well tell him anyway... It was better than ruining a good moment. "Elliot, I have to talk to you," she meowed, her voice laced with seriousness and remorse. "Come with me," she requested, trotting towards her favorite sycamore.
Ellie turned around as a knock on the front door reverberated around the house. In stepped Dr. Louis, looking as alarmed as she did. Thank goodness for that; that meant he'd taken her seriously and hurried on over. Any more lag and who knows what could have happened to Note? "Yes, hello! Over here! And I... I think he's awake... but he hasn't done anything other than touch his... bullet wound..." she reported.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 19:55:54 GMT -5
Elliot's eyes turned to her curiously, and he frowned at the tone of her vojce. He followed cllse behind her and sat under the tree, his eyes on her attentively.
As the doctor wntered the room his frown deepened. "My word, Eleanor, what have you and your friends been through?" He murmured empathetically, placing his bag down.
Note's eyes shifted from his hand to the doctor, and then to Ellie. His hand dropped to his side as he seemed to lose strength to use it.
"How long has he been awake?" Dr. Loiuse asked, shocked.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 20:03:47 GMT -5
"I can tell you later," she promised and focused on his next question. "He only just woke up a few moments before you walked in," she told him, worry clouding her sky-blue gaze as she looked at her best friend, sitting right in front of her, possibly on the verge of death.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 20:10:24 GMT -5
"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Louis askes, looking at Note.
He looked at him blanly for a moment, and then shook his head no.
Deciding that was a place to start, he pulled out a syringe qnd filled it half way with a clear liquid. "I'm going to give you some morphine, son. You're not going to want to feel this."
Note eyed the needle warily, but could not have fought it if he wanted to.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 20:47:07 GMT -5
Ellie's blood ran cold at the sight of the needle. The teenager hated needles with burning passions, and had since she was a little girl. She had to look away at this. If she looked, she knew she'd feel the needle sinking down into her skin as well...
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 20:52:16 GMT -5
Note looked away as the doctor plunged the needle into his upper arm and injected the strong pain killer. It took only moments to take effect, and he fell unconscious again. Dr. Louis looked at Ellie unsurely. "Are you sure you want to watch, Eleanor? A wound like this... it's not a deljcate task to repair. He won't wake up for about half an hour. I will call you back in when he does."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 21:18:03 GMT -5
Ellie nodded, clenching her stomach. "Right..." she murmured, getting up and quickly exiting the room and entering upstairs. Once upstairs, she realized she'd left Vivian and Angelo in their Pokeballs. She quickly ran back. "When you're done, think you could help her out? But uh, she's a little untrusting," she unleashed the hybrid on the sofa and walked towards the door an unleashed the rest of Don's Pokémon into the ranch before returning to her room.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 21:29:03 GMT -5
The doctor eyed the mutant warily. He had never been good with Pokémon, and this one looked ready to kill anything that came near it. But, he reasoned, it looked a heck of a lot better off than the boy did. Turning his attention back to Note, he began working.
The feeling of familiarity of the ranch was marred by the fact that Donetello'snmost vivid memories of the place had been what had happened after dark, and it was a bright, sunny day. It felt strangw to bebhere, in light of all that had happened that day. Knowing there was nothing he could do, he pushed those gory thoughts aside now. Brook. Chris. He had not seen either of them in so long. It occured to him, rather shamefully, that his daughter might not even recognize who he was. Hopeful that that would not be the case, he started into thw ranch in search of his little family.
Elliot looked at his wife unsurely, the look on her delkcate face making him worry. "What is it, dear?" He asked, lightly stroking one of her paws.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 21:39:24 GMT -5
Brook was sitting by her brother, Chase, watching as Erol mentored her daughter in ways of hunting and fighting. It was just like being in the pack again... But Brook caught the look in Erol's eyes; the wish that Chris had been his own daughter.
Brook didn't know what she wanted anymore. Don was never here for his daughter, but she didn't know if she could truly blame him for that. He was confined to his trainer, and at least he was a loyal and that was always a good trait in a relationship... Relationship... pfft. She didn't know what to call what she and Don had.
But she couldn't think about him. All she could do was snuggle beside her brother and watch as Chris made her first successful catch; a stray leaf. She was learning.
Delilah sighed, staring at the ground and taking a deep breath. "Sweetheart... I... I don't think we can have offspring," she confessed bluntly, not wanting to tease her mate with suspense. "Our differences.... they just don't collide in a way that will let nature to allow us to reproduce. Ellie and I found out about this a few months ago and... we came to the conclusion that if I ever wanted to raise a child with you, they'd have to be adopted. She made arrangements for us to receive one soon... I'm sorry I didn't confront you about this earlier, but as you could see, I really wasn't able to," she sobbed.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 21:52:55 GMT -5
It was only by chance that several minutes later Donetello stumbled across the Mightyena pack. He almost did not recognize Chris when he saw her. She had grown so much, and with Erol as a teacher she was learning to hunt, turning her hybrid body into a agile weapon. His heart swelled with prjde, and he could not stop his long barbed tail from wagging. He trotted vorward, lowly at first, jjdging how he would be recieved. It had been too long, nd he felt terrible for that. He had obviously missed too much, and here was Erol, doing the job that should have been his as a father.
Elliot tried to hide the dismay of the discovery. As his wife sobbed, and he drew her to him in a gentle embrace. "Delilah..." he murmured, his vojce sounding more confident than he had guessed, "it's alright. I am happy to raise any child, be it my blood or not, as long as it is with you, my love. Do not fret." He looked down at her and smiled gently. "I am not."
It was a hard blow. The Charizard would not deny that. But what he said was true. Regardless of species, how could any chils go wrong with Delilah as his or her loving mother? He could love any child, regardlessnof all those details. He simply wanted to be a parent with his wife.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 22:09:47 GMT -5
Chase, dozing next to his sister, stirred from the vaguely familiar smell intruding his scent glands. Raising his head, he pivoted towards the source of the scent, recoiling his head back as he noticed a Houndoom. This wasn't De Soto, Ellie's Houndoom, but he looked very much like the large dark type. But all Pokémon looked alike despite a few individual nick-knacks engraved into their fate. He nudged his sister. "Look who finally showed up?" he muttered, causing Brook to tear her eyes off of her daughter and towards the Houndoom who was standing close by.
The wolf shook her head quickly, leaning back. It couldn't be...
Errol also happened to notice how the attention of Brook and her brother were focused on Don; even Chris had stopped her diligent training to find out what or who everyone was staring at. Errol's icy eyes pierced into Don's. He'd never really completely forgiven the fire type for mating with the female who he would have chosen as alpha female had they still belonged to the pack.
Chris cocked her head, ear twitching. This canine... she'd never seen him before... "Ma', who's this guy?" she blurted out, nodding towards the Houndoom with her muzzle.
Delilah felt pounds of stress roll off her shoulders. Her bottom lip quivered. She'd made an excellent choice when she'd decided to marry Elliot. He was truly a perfect being. "I love you, Elliot," she whimpered, reaching up and licking his cheek affectionately. "I always will, too."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 26, 2011 22:20:34 GMT -5
Don should have expected the tension created by his arrival. It was only natural; the wolf thatthought he 'stole' Brook away from him, his mate's wary brother. His mate. Could she really be called that? He wondered. Deep down, he wished he could.
And his daughter, who did not even know who he was. His heart aunk at that most of all, but he tried very hard not to look as disirited as he felt.
He dipped his head curtly to the group. "Brook... Chase... Erol..." His eyes landed on his daufhter and softened. "It's been a very long time."
"And I you," Elliot said sweetly, caressing her soft cheek gently. "So much, it hurts, my love. You have all of me, more of me than I could ever wish to have for myself. But I believe I can give a little mkre of me away... for a child." He smiled almost jubilantly. A child of his own. It had been a thought he had not had time for until now, what with all that had been going on. But now with Delilah in his arms, his world right before him, he could think of nothing but her and him and a baby that would be theirs.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2011 22:29:52 GMT -5
Brook stood up and abandoned her brother's side, walking over next to her daughter. She stared Errol down with a threatening red gaze. Brook had this way of turning the prior-alpha into a scolded puppy, which had been something the older wolf had admired.
But he wasn't about to gawk right now. He obediently abandoned his lesson with Chris and walked into the throng of Pokémon. Chase, not willing to leave but knowing Brook would chase him off eventually, reluctantly followed after Errol.
Then it was only Brook, Chris, and Don. "Chris," she started, staring indifferently at the Houndoom. "This is your father."
"And you have all of me, too," Delilah encouraged, purring for the first time that day. She felt so free now she'd gotten that off her chest. To know Elliot didn't discourage the idea at all made her even lighter. "I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl," she fantasized, spacing out as she embraced her husband. "Is there any gender you're hoping for, dear?"
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