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Post by Atticus on Sept 27, 2011 21:11:33 GMT -5
Delilah snuggled against her mate, drinking in his endearingly familiar aroma. "What do you want to do now, love? We can't just sit here and wait until our child arrives," she purred, flicking her tail at the Charizard's stomach.
Chris sat down and thought about it for a moment. "I don't know... Fire moves are really destructive and cool," she murmured, a mischievous glint rippling through her eyes. "But then dark types are good for intimidating other Pokémon. I tell everyone I know Dream Eater so they don't mess with me," the Houndour chimed proudly, puffing out her broad chest.
Zane swatted his hand. "It's fine. Asher tries to be a ladies man. She isn't the first Pokémon to get offended by this," he gave her a toothy grin, not realizing that this event hadn't been caused by his cool-kid Sneasel.
Milo nodded. He knew his Pokémon were like him in the way where they never went out of their way to start trouble. Looking at Sullivan, his shy posture and the way her nervously clicked his fingers together caused him to feel kind of guilty and kind of relieved at the same time. Sullivan hated fighting, whether is was physical or emotional which was kind of bad at Pokémon battles, but he was the one Pokémon he could trust to not start trouble. Ever.
Asher hardly acknowledged as the arrogant Pikachu hippity-hopped away. At the compliment, the Sneasel raised his brows and grinned down at the Electrike. "Thank you, Fire. You're not too shabby yourself," he winked, his long, feathered ear twitching. "And I'm from around here, you know? I'm a Johto Pokémon and the second one my trainer ever picked up," he boasted, lifting his chin into the air.
Ellie ran down the stairs, looking at Dr. Louis and Note the same. "Is he okay? Did it go well? Is he going to make it?" The helpless girl bombarded the poor doctor with a large concoction of questions. She wasn't able to keep herself concealed. After all, he best friend was dying right before her eyes.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 27, 2011 21:37:16 GMT -5
"Heavens, why not?" Elliot said innocently, but he drew himself up and looked around the ranch. "I do wonder what we missed around us, consumed in our thoughts and dreams, my love. I feel a change in the air; mayhaps we look around, see what our newly arrived comrads have been up to?"
Don mirrored her expression. He had done the same thing in his younger years, and he nad absolutely reaked havoc. One speculative look around the ranch told him that Chris was not nearly as destructive and mischeivious as he had been; he would have had the whole place in chaos by now when he was at his worst. "You would be surprised by how intimidating fire and dark moves can be made to look if you do them a certain way," he chuckled mischeiviously.
Zane's misunderstanding made Tunes gaze self-consciously at the Pikachu hiding in her pocket. She did't want to tell him that this was no fault of Asher's.
The Electrike's eyes shined. "Oh, thank you! I've never seen your species in the wilf before," she crooned. "You are very interesting." She nodded, as if it was necessary that she agree with herself, and as a more appropriate word for his description came to her it rolled off her tongue in an almost aing-songy way. "Exotic."
Note looked at her with a light smile, his eyes hazey with the morphine clogging a small pkrtion of his mind. "Are you talkng about me?" He laughed. "You're asking silly questions, Ellie."
The sentence was laced with a kind of uninhibited affection that assured the doctor of several things, among which being this boy would not be feeling any pain for a very long time. Adjusting his glasses consciously he stood. "He should be fine," he assured her. "Just don't let him bet up and move around for a while and the wound will heal on his own." He turned, eying the red mutant Pokémon again, which was still staring him down murderously. "I don't know if your Pokémon will let me anywhere near it," he told her apologetically. "I'm sorry, Eleanor, I'm not trained to handle Pokémon. But your friend should be just fine." He started slowly for the door. "As long as he stays still, you have nothing to worry about and should not need my services. But you have my number." He paused, and then added, "He is on very heavy pain medicationa... so he may act a little silly."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 27, 2011 21:59:14 GMT -5
Delilah giggled at her husband's words. "All right," she agreed with a regal dip of her head.
Chris nodded. "When a newer generation comes, I'll be able to control them with both paws tied behind my back," she snickered, twitching her sharp, triangular ears. Brook glanced between her daughter and Don and couldn't help the small grin that teased the corners of her lips.
Asher felt his ego expand by 10 fold. "Heh, thanks. I do consider myself quite rare," he bragged, looking at his claws in a critical kind of fashion. "Your species is pretty cool, too. What region are you from?" he inquired.
Ellie stared at Note, her jaw dangling off of its hinges. He was laughing? Nevertheless talking? She turned to the Doctor, relieved by his explanation. So he'd be a little silly... It would be kind of cool to see the looser side of her friend. She was just all-in-all glad to see him smile again.
His news about Vivian upset her, though. "Do you know anyone who could handle her better? She's in dire need of attention," she pleaded, blue eyes round and hopeful. "Please Dr. Louis," she begged, brows creased back.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 27, 2011 22:23:30 GMT -5
Donetello chuckled. "That's my girl... Wait. I probably shouldn't be encouraging that." He thought about it a minute and shrugged. Nothing they couldn't get over, right?
Firecracker's little body wiggled with prjde. "Hoenn," she replied. "I've traveled a very long way from home."
Dr. Louis turned back to her thoughtfully. "I can make a call," he concluded, "but I can't guarentee anything. I don't know many doctors trained to deal with this kind of thing. I'm sorry." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After a short conversation where he explained the situation and destination, he hung up. "There will be a doctor here for your Pokémon as soon as possible. But that may take some time. I'm sorry," he apologized again.
Note watched the two with a puzzled frown, twirling his thumbs, and Vivian jumped from the low sofa unsteadily and tried to limp from the room, wincing visibly but determined to leave. The doctor turned to face her quickly, surprised and apprehensive.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 27, 2011 22:29:10 GMT -5
Chris smirked, staring up at her father with a new found admiration. He wasn't too bad for a hound she'd just met a few minutes ago.
"Sounds like a cool place," he agreed with a nod. "Is that your trainer's home-region?" he inquired, his red tail twitching.
"I understand," Ellie said grimly, listening quietly as the Doctor made a call. After he hung up and gave her the news, a small flame of hope ignited in the pit of her stomach. "There has to be someone able to do something... We can't just let her die," she pleaded, her bottom lip quivering. She let out a deep, shaky exhale and sat on the armchair next to the sofa Note was laying on.
She glanced at the boy from the corner of her eye. "How are you feeling?"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 28, 2011 6:03:22 GMT -5
"What else do you do for fun?" Donetello inquired. "You can only scare other Pokémon so often."
Firecracker mused for a moment. "Um, I don't think so," she finally concluded. "I couldn't answer for sure; I don't really pay attention." She smiled bashfully. She had never been very observant.
Note smiled at her. "I feel fine. What's the matter, Ellie?" He asked innocently.
Vivian pushed by the doctor and started unsteadily up the stairs. Somwhere in the back of her mind she knew where she was going, but in the front of her mind she simply wanted to get away from the humans. It was allnjust too solemn for her.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 28, 2011 16:12:33 GMT -5
Chris stared at the ground. "I dunno," she mumbled. "I usually have lessons with Errol on how to hunt and use my attacks more effectively," she shrugged.
Brook stared at her paws. That's all her baby thought of her childhood? Scaring and training other children? ...Sounds about right.
"S'all good," the Sneasel swatted his paw, suggesting that it didn't bother him one bit.
"Well, Note, you did just recently take a bullet, so..." she mused almost casually, but was rubbing her hand against her temples repeatedly.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 28, 2011 16:28:05 GMT -5
"That's all?" He asked incredulously. "There must be more to do here than that."
Firecracker smiled. "Did you battle at whatever was going on earlier, Asher? I couldn't really tell what was going on, but it sounded very exciting." As soon as she said it she wished she had taken it back. 'Exciting' was not the right word.
Note's eyes widened. "A bullet? Really?" He looked down, eying the bandaged wound on the left side of his chest. "Is that what this is?" He asked, poking the white bandages.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 28, 2011 16:40:26 GMT -5
"Nope," Chris insisted, blinking dull eyes at her father.
The Sneasel shook his head. "Nah, we came after the fight was over. But if I was there, I can assure you I'd have done some serious ass kicking," he smirked, flashing his small, pointed teeth.
"Yes-- Don't poke it!" she almost shrieked but covered her mouth. "You don't feel any pain now but if you keep poking at it, it'll hurt later," she pleaded, not wanting to see her friend suffer more than he already had.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 28, 2011 16:49:19 GMT -5
"That's strange." He looked at Brook with a sly glint in his eyes. "We always found something to do."
Firecracker giggled excitedly. "I'm sure you would!"
He looked at her curiously. "Are you sure?" An affectionate smile spread across his face. "I can't feel anything now, maybe you're just worrying..."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 28, 2011 17:01:56 GMT -5
Brook blinked at Don and finally, for the first time since he arrived, a smirk grew on her face. "Yep... seems like we did." Chris just stared the two down in confusion.
Flint faced-palmed at Asher's boasting. Nudging Otto, he sighed. "Poor kid... Wrapped around Asher's finger faster than a fat man on a doughnut," he concluded with a shake of his head. The Sneasel just continued to puff out his chest, straightening his posture to appear like a bold hero even though he hadn't done absolutely anything.
Seeing him smile so warmly made Ellie's cheeks redden a tad, but she quickly dismissed it. "The Doc gave you some Moro... mara... mora... whatever. You won't feel any pain for a while."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 28, 2011 17:12:28 GMT -5
"As long as there aren't any of those damn snowman things around here..." He trailed off, willing the Mightyena to finished the sentence as she pleased. "But really. Ellie does not bring toys?"
Halloween slithered up to Otto and Flint. "Poor naive Fire doesn't even realize what she's done," he muttered, shaking his head. "I see your friend doesn't mind her stroking his ego."
"I got shot?" Hw reitterated, his eyebrows raising. "I don't remember... you are so cute when you blush like that..."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 28, 2011 17:21:48 GMT -5
Brook felt her fur heat up at the mention of the snowman. Damn snowman...
"She does bring toys," Chris objected. "She doesn't bring new snowman that often, anymore," she frowned, unaware that her mother and her father's fooling around with a snowman was what resulted in her birth.
"Not one bit," Flint agreed, sighing. Otto couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "We can talk to Asher tonight if you want about this," Otto suggested, elbowing Flint lightly.
"Yes, you did," Ellie murmured, but was cut off by the latter comment. Wait... what?! Had he seriously just called her cute? Well, the Doc had said he'd be behaving pretty abnormally. Still, she couldn't help it as her next few words were awkward stutters and her blush deepened.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 28, 2011 17:36:56 GMT -5
Donetello smirked at the look on Brook's face. He loved making her squirm. "Well, that's probably for the best," he said slowly. "But I wonder why that is... I found them entertaining."
"I'm not sure if it would do any good," Halloween sighed. He did not seem too bothered by it. "Forecracker doesn't even know. And it is majorly her fault, she is encouraging him."
Note giggled cutely as her face reddened, only partially aware that it was his doing. Questions about his injury fluttered through his hazy mind but he could not form them, the thoughts blocked out by the more prominant statements his clear mind wouls not let him say. "You're so sweet. How long haveyou been sittingnhere with me? I don't even remwmber how I got here."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 28, 2011 19:13:40 GMT -5
"I'm sure you did," Brook hissed back, brows furrowed but a hidden amusement dancing in her red-and-yellow eyes.
"Yeah, she should keep innocence as long as she can, though," Flint murmured, scratching the back of his head. Otto nodded in agreement.
Ellie swallowed her nervousness. "Uhh, since you got shot," she muttered, rubbing her finger against her thumb. "And me and Elliot flew you here after we got you out of the tower," the blonde explained.
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