[center][color=82ca9d][h1][u][b]Ivy Aspen[/b][/u][/h1][/color]
[h2]“A damsel in distress… not.”[/h2]

[color=1a7b30]“No shit. But when’s the last time you felt an earthquake in fucking Johto,”[/color] said Exhibitionist Extraordinaire.

Well, someone was in a bad mood today. She’d count her blessings, though – at least he wasn’t babying her. She’d take snark over cooing any day.

Ivy blinked at him coolly, seeing no particular need to respond. So earthquakes weren’t common in Johto — what was [i]she[/i] supposed to do about it?

Instead, she just shrugged again. Earthquake or not… she just wanted to be in Cherrygrove right now. 

Honestly, didn’t this whole earthquake thing just kind of prove her point? Nature was an awful, disgusting thing, and it was out to get you.

It turned out that she didn’t even have to respond, however, because all of a sudden, a familiar face was there to save the day.

[color=6ecff6]"Have no idea,”[/color] said Boy Wonder of the Purple Hair, having apparently finished making strange baby noises at his Pokemon. [color=6ecff6]“But for the most part, I'm more worried about that wound of hers festering since the seismic activity has cooled down for now." 
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At that, Tesla finally ripped his soulless black gaze off the Exhibitionist in order to growl menacingly at Boy Wonder. Yuu. He’d introduced himself as that, hadn’t he? The noise was like something that you’d expect to come out of the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus.

F… festering? Well, that sounded… disgusting. Her cut was [i]definitely[/i] not that bad. He made it sound like her arm was going to need amputation or something.

But, well, maybe Boy Wonder wasn’t as awful as she’d initially pegged him to be. He seemed to care enough about her wellbeing, sort of… but there was still just something about his stupidly happy face that kind of ticked her off.

And she didn’t need his help, either! She wasn’t some damsel in distress that wanted to be swept off her feet, so she could just take his stupid hero complex and shove it where the sun didn’t shine.

Honestly, she could disinfect her cut by herself later. She’d probably do a better job of it than this punk would, too — her parents ran an apothecary, for crying out loud. Of course she knew how to dress a wound. This wasn’t even that serious.

He didn’t look like he’d take no for an answer? Well, fine. So what?

Ivy Aspen didn’t take orders from anyone.

[color=82ca9d]“Thanks,”[/color] she said stiffly. [color=82ca9d]“But I’m fine. I’ll do it myself later.”
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Deftly, she tore a strip from the bottom of her much maligned shirt and tied it, rough and quick, around her cut. That would be fine for stopping the bleeding. Applying a poultice or whatever could come later.

For now, though— for now she’d make herself useful.

And maybe if she could prove that she was a fully functioning, perfectly capable human being… people would stop treating her like she was made of glass.

[color=82ca9d]“Let’s go, Tesla,” [/color]she said calmly, and turned on her heel. Fixing her own tent would require some nifty sewing that she just didn’t have the patience for… so why not help someone else with theirs?

What? She wasn’t a [i]total[/i] bitch.[sub]probably.[/sub]

Exhibitionist had wandered off to rebuild his pathetic excuse for a tent, so she’d help with that… or something.

Meanwhile, Boy Wonder said something about borrowing his tent for the night. Sleeping in a boy’s tent? 

Um... 

Ivy's cheeks flamed red. She wasn’t even going dignify that with a response.

ANYWAY. Helping the Exhibitionist. Right.

She ambled over, picked up a fallen branch-twig-disgustingplantthing, and started on the other side of the Exhibitionist’s tent in complete silence. Honestly, she was doing a pretty good job of it too.

She’d said she’d help, but that didn’t mean she had to be chatty about it.

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