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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:50 pm
The woman looked like she was ready to take her own hand at knocking out a ghost type for a second until the words hit with full force. A patient ...she would rub one hand across her eye.
"What do you have there?"
Professor Allison would ask. SHe wasn't used to having a pokemon have to block her with a patient ...normally they are pretty upfront with that. Though Burnout definitely had her attention then.
"So, what is the problem?"
She would change her question as she realized the tiredness of her own statement.
Jasmine wasn't the only one who had an adventure in 24hrs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 6:02 pm
Burnout lowered the bag to the floor, the last thing he wanted to do was damage the vial as carefully he would pull back the cover to show the sample collection section of the bag.
And slowly he'd rise, his spindly metal hands wound around the vial as he'd hold it out to her, maybe she'd recognise the consistency, maybe the pattern of the gunk would be visible... [His name is Snot.]
[He's a very unique Grimer that was at Damian's laboratory. When defeated by being cut, it split and formed identical copies of itself... but defeated by other means, it has been reduced to this.]
[It appears the Academy Mainframe is not the only experiment he has been conducting.]
[We're uncertain what could possibly have been done to make this Grimer like this... but we'd like to find a way to help it.]
He'd extend the vial towards her. [Is there anything we can do to help him?]
The rest of the room was quiet, even Jasmine there wouldn't utter anything... it seemed that she was certainly just as desperate to hear an answer as well...
The room was hanging on Allison's answer, what she would make of the find...
Suddenly there was a rattling, then suddenly a burst as something escaped Jasmine's bandages... Allison had covered her pokéballs after all!
Something large, pink and round hit the floor, as Nightingale stood, and here, within the last 24 hours to her, the former Happiny now stood a Chansey! [It was a terrible place!]
She emphasised as she would walk forward, to join alongside Burnout. [The lab was filled with all sorts of strange concoctions, devices... and there was this... Thing... hidden in one of the walls... why, Lindbergh drank one and she turned green!]
[Yeah! I- Wha?! THAT's why you were staring at me, and you didn't even tell me??!]
[I don't know what kind of laboratory it was, but they were certainly not shy about hiding they were working on some very unsavory works!]
[10/10]
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 6:14 pm
Professor Allison would take the vial from Burnout.
"I will have to analyze it to see if I can help, but it sounds like a molecule might have been unstabilize if not gotten rid of completely. The compound that tells a Grimer's body how solid it's to be."
"I will try my best, but Genetic damage, is actually more int he field of Tactics than Nursing. We heal wounds, and correct mistakes medically, but genetic damage generally go beyond our ability."
She would tell Jasmine as she took it away.
"Though I won't bother with it until tomorrow, and I will ask more questions about that lab as well."
Professor Allison would tell them as she take the vial and walk away.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 6:29 pm
The girl would lie there, she couldn't speak, she couldn't see, the bandages even muffled her hearing as she lay there, so she only concentrated as much as she could, listening intently...
And as Allison explained how desperate a situation it was for Snot, she would only nod.
There was little else she could add that would be understood anyway.
Now, and only now Burnout would stand aside for Joy, Nightingale plucking up the girls' bag to ensure it wasn't tripped over as well.
The Chansey would bob and bow to her, with nurses, there was no member no more senior in a center than a Joy. [We'll ensure she stays tied to the bed, don't worry.]
And from Burnout, the Lampent's flame slowly faded downward to a calm flicker. [Thank you.]
Joy would leave and Burnout would shut the door behind them, a heady sigh. The woman was quick to act, but he understood her deepseated desire to see Jasmine safe, especially after they had just vanished whilst directly under her care.
The pokémon would float back to Jasmine, looking at the mummified girl, and there, Lindbergh kept the egg propped up against her as she peeked out. [Well... what now?]
[11/50]
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 6:41 pm
[So you taught me Psychic, hmm?] Nightingale chuckled warmly as she had extracted the girls pokéballs from the bandages around her waist, Queen and Primal released and already intermingling.
But with a few strategic pulls, Jasmine's face - or what would normally be visible of it - was revealed, the girl looking up at the Chansey, "Well... I had to give you something you could defend yourself with?"
"...Won't you get in trouble for this?"
The Chansey shrugged, and in answer, Jasmine yelped as the bandages unwound were suddenly redistributed, tightening their hold on the girl and making it so even if she wasn't tied down, every limb was far too rigid to budge!
[Your Matron told you that you were to remain tied to the bed.] Nightingale scolded. [I'll see you don't move anywhere tonight. But the face is excessive, it's hard enough for you to breathe in that huge cast, you need to have your airways fully exposed, as well as your eye visible so I can check your pupil dilation.]
[I wouldn't do anything unless it has a medical reason!] She reaffirmed, adding her own wink before looking round the room. [It's quite a gathering, isn't it?]
"It is something..." Jasmine smiled, her eye wandering around... Lindbergh already asleep and coiled around the arm of her shoulder's cast, the egg nestled in against her side... Burnout's constant vigil.... "But we have a long way to go."
[And you know what they say.] The Chansey walked right up to Burnout and yanked him down indignantly. [Every journey begins with a single step...]
And then she blew, and the room fell into darkness for the night.
[Good night.]
[12/50]
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 7:08 pm
Though someone had taken the time to shove Victoria in a burlap sack, she wouldn't be given much time to ponder the who or the why...because both would be rather promptly answered.
Swiftly as she'd been shoved into the sack she'd find herself being thrown out onto the floor. The sent of medical salves and cleaning supplies would alter her to her location before she was able to properly see it. The lobby of the Pokemon Center. Why the Pokemon Center? Because he'd been banned from the Cafe after that incident with the gravy-boat...but that was beside the point.
Looking upward Victoria would find herself faced with the all too cheery face of Professor Wilde. "Do I have a mission for you!" He stated with a grin, holding out what appeared to be a rather large magnifying glass for the girl "Ever wanted to play detective?"
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:30 pm
If she could say she was embarrass with how she got here ...it would be the world's biggest understatement. She would land with a roll, and was quick to get back to her feet ....there was a time she would have had a poison barb in her hands.
Though she couldn't help remembering that she had given a certain item to Animus.
That meant she was coming up empty handed .....as she slide to a stop and look up into the face of ......Professor Wilde.
"AH!"
Her scream would echo through the place as she points at him.
"I thought ..........I thought ...I was free of you."
Though as he continued to talk, and her facial expression return to normal ...she would sigh hugely as she looks away from him. Studying the room, she would be able to tell where she is ....he hadn't taken her too far ...she hoped. Afterall, if you see one Pokemon Center ....you seen them all, for the most part, except for the academy's. She looked for the tell-tale signs of the place even as she continued to speak.
"This is kidnapping .....and I have other plans, but, as for wanting to play detective ..... "
The sigh turned into a fox like grin as she became sure of her surroundings, and something occurred to her.
"Actually, yes ....yes I did, so what do you have in mind. Be fully aware, my services won't be cheap or for free now ...that I am no longer under your instruction."
The girl looked him in the face on that note.
(13/50)
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:56 pm
Morning would come soon enough ....though the strange sounds inside of the place couldn't be missed. Yet, strap to a bed she couldn't investigate, and if Jasmine thought that Professor Allison would appear any time soon she was wrong.
The woman would come, but she was in no rush after being given such a late night assignment to work with.
Besides, the girl had another 24hours to deal with ...didn't she?
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 5:13 am
Jasmine would rouse little by little, cracking an eye open she looked around the room, where Ironclaw lay curled and roosting, Queen had chosen an empty bed all to herself, Primal had used the egg's hammock to hang himself a bed from the ceiling, whilst Burnout hung nearly merged into the bedroom lamp...
And there, curled in the nook of her arm, aside the new egg, was Lindbergh.
She smiled, just a little, trying to stretch, before suddenly feeling her body cry out in pain at the resistance, seething suddenly before she looked down...
Her chest was still casted, her shoulder and arm covered as well, as if she was perpetually stuck in high-five, the other arm, her neck, head, hips, legs, everything was covered in gauze and bound good and tight...
She tried to turn her head but that was nearly impossible, her eye flitting at the noise coming from the other room.
"Professor Allison?" She would try, to no avail as a large pink egg-shaped creature would loom over her.
[Good morning!] Nightingale sounded sweetly, before as Jasmine would plea and cry out she began throwing everything into the air, performing a complex set of folds and catches, before suddenly Jasmine would hit the bed again on a soft new pillow and sheets, Lindbergh still sound asleep and the egg safely nestled!
Somehow the Chansey had changed the bedsheets without even untying Jasmine from the bed!
[How are you feeling today?] Nightingale would ask, putting away the old sheets into a basket, before turning back to the girl.
"Well, my shoulder is starting to feel better... um... I don't know about the rest of me, if you wanna let me u-"
[NOT until Allison says so!] The Chansey threw up her chin in a humpfh, about turning again. [You will rest in bed until you're safe to be allowed out of bed!]
Jasmine could only groan. "Well... can you at least see if Allison is up, if she'll let me out of bed? I think she's in the other room there?"
Nightingale would only sigh herself. [Well, I need to go put the laundry away anyway...]
"Thanks..." Jasmine laughed nervously as the Chansey would walk away.
And Nightingale stopped at a supply cupboard, spotting a set of Audino nurses' caps... taking a second, to pop it on herself, looking every bit the part as she smiled and resumed taking her basket out.... right into the middle of the scene of Victoria and Wilde... the man still with the burlap sack in hand and the girl whom she would recognise as Jasmine's former partner, now on the defensive. [Victoria?]
She flung a look this way and that before she dropped the sheets in a bundle with a light thump on the floor, hands on her sides, the man looked like a Professor... but Professor or not...
[WHAT is going on here?!] She demanded, chest thrust out at the scene.
[13/50]
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 5:50 am
"Huh?"
It wasn't the smartest of answer, but, as she looked towards the outrage Chansey she was more than a bit taken aback with her tone. It wasn't everyday that one saw a pokemon carrying laundry, and since they were in the pokemon center ....she couldn't figure out what she might be getting upset about.
It wasn't like she saw her being dumped out of the bag.
And didn't she ......
"How do you know my name?"
Victoria would asks the pokemon. Aella would move from her head to her shoulder again as she looked over at the pokemon. Afterall, Victoria had left her out ....and it had been sheer luck that Victoria and him hadn't gotten shock in the little exchange that they had had.
(14/50)
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 6:56 am
[You're both creating a scene, we have patients here in need of rest!] She would declare, storming over her laundry and then placing herself directly between the girl and the Professor, her small beady eyes set back and forth.
[You're either here for business with the Nurse Joy, or visiting patients, we are not here for public forum. So I suggest you both calm yourselves.]
It was obvious enough she hadn't seen enough to know what was going on, but it was obvious enough to enter the room after hearing thier ruckus to see something was amiss.
Would Wilde continue with a spectator to their dealings?
And would Victoria realise, when finally Nightingale would calm her fury somewhat, still somewhat testy. [Honestly... you would think you recognise me. Didn't Jasmine's time with you leave any impression?]
The small Happiny Jasmine used to heal her pokémon's status ailments...
She'd already evolved?!
Well... Jasmine WAS a team Medic, wasn't she?
[14/50]
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:11 am
The Chansey would receive her response toward what was going on in the form of a foot in her face, the Professor then proceeding to lean on her as he placed one arm over his knee. She'd just demonstrated she was a student's Pokemon, not a member of the nursing staff, and for it she'd just been demoted to footrest! "Pipe down Easter Egg. This is official Academy business, we won't be long" He stated in a sharp, commanding tone. This wasn't a debate, it was an order to keep quiet; a rather uncharacteristic thing for the usually upbeat Professor Wilde.
"As for you..." Chase looked back to Victoria "I may not be in charge of the class, but you're still a student and I'm still a Professor. So long as that remains true you're a member of this organization and will follow the chain of command" He said, his voice still somewhat sharp.
"I've been ordered back to the front-lines...and you're coming with me. It's about time you learn what we're dealing with..." He spoke much more grimly this time, his gaze shifting off to the side "...transportation is going to take time though, so we'll be making a detour along the way. We've got a Zorua in the Torchic house."
"That said..." Chase seemed to brighten up, rolling Nightingale's egg-shaped body beneath his foot "...go and prepare. Don't just think you're prepared already. Double check. Triple check, because in the next few days you're more then likely going to die" He stated with his usual broad, cheery grin.
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:17 am
Nightingale would cry out, but it would be silenced by the foot on top of her, tiny little arms flailed as he rolled her body back and forth on the spot across the floor, helpless to get herself upright as he used her body as a stool!
If she could have made a noise, it would have been something wailing and small, for all her grandstanding and nursely ways, she was still no more than a small child.
And there on the floor, she certainly could not have felt smaller... it seemed, she would not be getting up... nor would she be able to speak, until the girl gave the Professor the answer he wanted...
Even if she could fight back, he said it himself, he was a Professor, surely she'd get in trouble if she did... wouldn't she?
[15/50]
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:31 am
Victoria wasn't surprised as the Professor Wilde answer after the Chansey spoke. She wasn't the smartest was she ...getting inbetween the two ...as she watches the egg being rolled and rolled her eyes.
All bets were off with her trainer and her, but, Medic intelligences wasn't the same as Tactics.
It was a shame .....as she would walk towards him.
"I little help Aella."
The electric squirrel would nod as her cheeks spark.
"I don't know nothing anything about some change in command, and I have my own personal mission to work on. Though, I have no way to get there, and I rather deal with ...an known evil than an unknown one at the moment. "
"So, I am game ...now, if you don't mind ...let her go ....she won't talk ....I know her trainer."
Aella's cheeks were sparking then a clear warning of their intent ....though she knew they were going to make a lot of noise, and she doubt this was a battle she could win. She was going to make sure though, that they have to spend a few days here otherwise.
"Besides, I can maybe get the Chansey to help me shop." "Medics probably get a discount or something at the market place."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 7:41 am
The nurse looked up with watery eyes at Victoria as the girl spoke up for her to get the man to let her go...
She had no idea what they were really talking about, but seeing the girl and her Emolga standing up for her...
Well, up until her last line that was, as her expression dropped like an oval stone, she just wanted her to help her with shopping?
Oh, it was always the same...
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Jasmine looked around, just a little anxiously, she didn't expect Nightingale to be back quickly, but the others were already beginning to wake up and the Chansey still hadn't returned.
"Nightingale?" She called through.
She could still hear noises from the other room... was something happening? Was there some kind of emergency?
And here she was, stuck tied to the bed? She bit her lip, pulling on her bandaged arm, trying to prise it free somehow, gritting teeth and seething, she'd keep going, ready to tear those bandages if need be to get loose!
[16/50]
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