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Kaithe DameThankfully it was a quick trip back to the clinic. Mericifully everything was still in place and it hadn't burned to the ground in Isaiah's abscence. According to his co-owner, a stern woman named Myra, everything had been running smoothly. Or as smoothly as it could with the news of the ceremony being cancelled. He was immediately hounded with questions from the younger nurses and residents, but a severe look had sent them scurrying back to work.
The tournament season meant that said younger employees, a good number of them, would be leaving to join the campers outside of Iris' gym. That left him, unfortunately, short-staffed and injuries didn't stop just because he didn't have the employees. In fact they usually jumped in number as the universe spited him.
He at least knew of one person who would be more than willing to help, as much as he detested asking for it. Once he hit a break he pulled out his phone to shoot the ice type leader a text, Bit short-staffed with the tournament. Mind coming around and lending a hand?
After about a minute or two, Bianca responded:
On my way!
It'd take a moment longer for her to make her way over to Motostoke, giving Isaiah some time to finish up with whatever he was working on.
The quick response was appreciated. He sent her a thumbs up before tucking his phone away again to finish with an unruly Ninetales that'd gotten its foot broken. The glare that it had given him made him feel like he'd have bad luck for the next seven years.
Soon enough, Bianca appeared at the front door, stepping inside. "Hey!" Once she spotted Isaiah, she greeted him with a warm smile.
He glanced up from the chart he was notating on the counter, "Hey, how're you doing?" He signed off the chart and passed it to the nurse on the other side, "Any word on Ryker?"
She solemly shook her head, walking over next to him. "U-Unfortunately, no. I really hope he's a-alright." She answered. "Guessing you h-had no luck either?" Bianca tilted her head as she asked in return.
"Unfortunately not, but I'm keeping an ear out." There was only so much they could do though without getting on the chairman's radar. Anything more than listening and he had a feeling it would get back to the man somehow. "Anyway, I appreciate the help. Nearly got my fingers burned off earlier and I've got a Stantler in for PT after some idiot rode him too hard."
He leaned across the desk to pick up a number of papers, to hand over to Bianca. "These are the folks that need just a bit of work, swelling reduced, TLC, that sorta thing."
She scanned over the papers, shuffling through them before nodding back to Isaiah. "Alright then!" As Bianca stepped away to start working, she called both Nyx and Fionn out of their pokeballs. The two were the usual ones to join her in her visits. Though sometimes Mister liked to sneak out of his pokeball to play with the other pokemon and cheer them up.
...Like right now.
By some mix of willpower and brute force, the Mr. Rime successfully managed to free himself from the confinements, comically popping out in an unintentional cartwheel. After shaking the dizziness off, Mister glanced around before pushing himself off the ground, and dusting himself off.
"Feel free to come find me when you're done," he called out after her, pausing a moment in his step as he watched Mister tumble free from his ball. He had gotten used to the Mr.Rime's antics and knew he would only cause a small amount of trouble. Still, he fixed the ice type with a stern look, "Behave please," before he contiuned on his way to PT.
Mister simply blinked back in response for a moment. Before giving him a soldier's salute with his cane-toting hand, and marching off. You could see the corners of his mouth (mustache??) quirk up into a smile as he left.
He paused for a moment, considering his own team that he had with him. It didn't take long to decide as he reached down to free Lurch from his own confines. The graying Pangoro blinked sullenly at him before he patted Isaiah on the shoulder.
Waving the dark type with him he finished his short walk to get to work. Lurch, being a frequent resident in the PT room, made himself known. His uneven, lumbering gait catching the eyes of the trainers there with their own injured teammates.
From one side of the room, Nyx had joined one of the excercising pokemon to help keep them motivated. Meanwhile Fionn was doing his job as the designated icepack, laying on his stomach while other resting pokemon leaned back against him. The Frosmoth let out a cold puff of air.
It was a relief to have the extra hands, Lurch included as the Pangoro sauntered about directing trainers and pokemon alike where they needed to go. Meant he could focus his attention on the ornery Stantler that was laid on the ground, refusing to stand and get to work.
"I know your back hurts, but you will be far more comfortable in the pool than lazing about here," he told the antlered pokemon who snorted at him in response. He sighed in barely concealed exasperation before waving Lurch over who provided the motivation (bodily force) required to get the Stantler into the water and walking around, snorting the whole time.
Fionn quietly watched as Lurch forced the sore pokemon into the pool. Hm. Maybe he should standby incase the Stantler overworked itself. The Frosmoth narrowed his eyes, then gently shook off the pokemon laying on him to get back into the air. He flew over by the pool, keeping an eye on the Stantler.
Isaiah gave Fionn a grateful nod, happy to have the extra pair of eyes. The pool was shallow enough that there shouldn't be a problem, but the Frosmoth would have an easier time getting the Stantler out if it needed it. He took the time to mark notes down on the pokemon's chart. This was only day one and it had a lot more to go.
A little nudge here, a little nudge there. When it looked like the Stantler was loosing its balance, Fionn would fly around to carefully help it stay straight up. He gave it a sympathetic glance.
And Mister? Well...
"O-Oh no you don't!"
He got caught. The Mr. Rime could be seen running frantically past the door, arms comically flailing. Bianca chased after him. "Get back here!"
Bianca's voice caught his attention and he looked up from the chart, watching in amusement as Mister flailed his way past the door. He shook his head slightly before waving the Stantler over so he could gently lead it out of the pool for a break. It settled onto the prepared towels with a pleased sigh.
He wandered over to the door and looked down the hall, "Need a hand?"
Bianca's head popped out from behind a corner. "I-It's fine!" Soon as she said that, she revealed the escapee, holding him by the scruff. Blast. Foiled again. The two then glanced unamused looks to each other. "You've been getting c-cocky, haven't you?" She said to Mister with a brow raised. "I hope H-Hecate isn't rubbing o-of on you." She switched to carrying him under her arm, and walked back over to Isaiah.
"I-I'm sorry you had to see that." Bianca scratched her head in embarrassment.
One of these days, Mister WILL get away with this. Mark his words!
Witnessing the antics between the two of them pulled a quiet chuckle from him. He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it. He brings some much needed amusement." The clinic could get busy and busy usually meant quick words and even quicker tempers, so the levity was nice.
Well, that made Mister feel rather smug. The deed is done. The Mister has won.
After a bit of consideration, Bianca conceded. "Alright, y-you can stay out for a b-bit longer." She set Mister down and let him run over to Nyx. "R-Right. Any of the others visited r-recently?"
He shook his head, "No, I think Iris is going to be getting a group chat set up with the leaders, but I haven't seen them." He suspected he would see Mika in at some point for his own teammate, but other than that he wasn't anticipating anyone. "Yourself?"
"W-Well, Fiona did take me to go see the C-Crown Shrine, at the Tundra." Bianca answered, thinking to herself.
"Oh really?" He had never been to the Tundra himself, he wasn't sure he fancied being in that cold of an environment for very long, but he was sure it had it's perks in one way or another. "Never been myself. Was it interesting or more just a field trip?"
"I-It was, I let my pokemon stretch t-their legs as we talked." Bianca smiled. It then turned a little sheepish. "...W-Were you aware of Fiona's history with Nordrin?? O-Or am I just that slow?"
He nodded along as Bianca spoke, he really needed to let his own team out to run, but paused when she mentioned Fiona and Nordrin. I think I heard about it during one of the many forced nights out to a bar by the chairman," he shrugged, I don't think it's exactly a secret, but I doubt they advertise it either." He didn't know either gym leaders all that well so he couldn't really say.
"Hah. R-Right. ...Well I feel stupid now..." Bianca deadpanned.
Isaiah shrugged, "It's alright. I probably wouldn't know if someone hadn't had a loose tongue thanks to alcohol." He absentmindedly checked his notes, mentally checking off the things that he had already done. "Well I still have a number of things to get done. Appreciate the help."
"It's no pro-" Bianca's eyes widened in realization. "Oh crap, same! I should get back to finishing that list! See you later, Izzy!" With a quick wave, she hurried back to work.
And surprisingly? No stutter.
The tournament season meant that said younger employees, a good number of them, would be leaving to join the campers outside of Iris' gym. That left him, unfortunately, short-staffed and injuries didn't stop just because he didn't have the employees. In fact they usually jumped in number as the universe spited him.
He at least knew of one person who would be more than willing to help, as much as he detested asking for it. Once he hit a break he pulled out his phone to shoot the ice type leader a text, Bit short-staffed with the tournament. Mind coming around and lending a hand?
After about a minute or two, Bianca responded:
On my way!
It'd take a moment longer for her to make her way over to Motostoke, giving Isaiah some time to finish up with whatever he was working on.
The quick response was appreciated. He sent her a thumbs up before tucking his phone away again to finish with an unruly Ninetales that'd gotten its foot broken. The glare that it had given him made him feel like he'd have bad luck for the next seven years.
Soon enough, Bianca appeared at the front door, stepping inside. "Hey!" Once she spotted Isaiah, she greeted him with a warm smile.
He glanced up from the chart he was notating on the counter, "Hey, how're you doing?" He signed off the chart and passed it to the nurse on the other side, "Any word on Ryker?"
She solemly shook her head, walking over next to him. "U-Unfortunately, no. I really hope he's a-alright." She answered. "Guessing you h-had no luck either?" Bianca tilted her head as she asked in return.
"Unfortunately not, but I'm keeping an ear out." There was only so much they could do though without getting on the chairman's radar. Anything more than listening and he had a feeling it would get back to the man somehow. "Anyway, I appreciate the help. Nearly got my fingers burned off earlier and I've got a Stantler in for PT after some idiot rode him too hard."
He leaned across the desk to pick up a number of papers, to hand over to Bianca. "These are the folks that need just a bit of work, swelling reduced, TLC, that sorta thing."
She scanned over the papers, shuffling through them before nodding back to Isaiah. "Alright then!" As Bianca stepped away to start working, she called both Nyx and Fionn out of their pokeballs. The two were the usual ones to join her in her visits. Though sometimes Mister liked to sneak out of his pokeball to play with the other pokemon and cheer them up.
...Like right now.
By some mix of willpower and brute force, the Mr. Rime successfully managed to free himself from the confinements, comically popping out in an unintentional cartwheel. After shaking the dizziness off, Mister glanced around before pushing himself off the ground, and dusting himself off.
"Feel free to come find me when you're done," he called out after her, pausing a moment in his step as he watched Mister tumble free from his ball. He had gotten used to the Mr.Rime's antics and knew he would only cause a small amount of trouble. Still, he fixed the ice type with a stern look, "Behave please," before he contiuned on his way to PT.
Mister simply blinked back in response for a moment. Before giving him a soldier's salute with his cane-toting hand, and marching off. You could see the corners of his mouth (mustache??) quirk up into a smile as he left.
He paused for a moment, considering his own team that he had with him. It didn't take long to decide as he reached down to free Lurch from his own confines. The graying Pangoro blinked sullenly at him before he patted Isaiah on the shoulder.
Waving the dark type with him he finished his short walk to get to work. Lurch, being a frequent resident in the PT room, made himself known. His uneven, lumbering gait catching the eyes of the trainers there with their own injured teammates.
From one side of the room, Nyx had joined one of the excercising pokemon to help keep them motivated. Meanwhile Fionn was doing his job as the designated icepack, laying on his stomach while other resting pokemon leaned back against him. The Frosmoth let out a cold puff of air.
It was a relief to have the extra hands, Lurch included as the Pangoro sauntered about directing trainers and pokemon alike where they needed to go. Meant he could focus his attention on the ornery Stantler that was laid on the ground, refusing to stand and get to work.
"I know your back hurts, but you will be far more comfortable in the pool than lazing about here," he told the antlered pokemon who snorted at him in response. He sighed in barely concealed exasperation before waving Lurch over who provided the motivation (bodily force) required to get the Stantler into the water and walking around, snorting the whole time.
Fionn quietly watched as Lurch forced the sore pokemon into the pool. Hm. Maybe he should standby incase the Stantler overworked itself. The Frosmoth narrowed his eyes, then gently shook off the pokemon laying on him to get back into the air. He flew over by the pool, keeping an eye on the Stantler.
Isaiah gave Fionn a grateful nod, happy to have the extra pair of eyes. The pool was shallow enough that there shouldn't be a problem, but the Frosmoth would have an easier time getting the Stantler out if it needed it. He took the time to mark notes down on the pokemon's chart. This was only day one and it had a lot more to go.
A little nudge here, a little nudge there. When it looked like the Stantler was loosing its balance, Fionn would fly around to carefully help it stay straight up. He gave it a sympathetic glance.
And Mister? Well...
"O-Oh no you don't!"
He got caught. The Mr. Rime could be seen running frantically past the door, arms comically flailing. Bianca chased after him. "Get back here!"
Bianca's voice caught his attention and he looked up from the chart, watching in amusement as Mister flailed his way past the door. He shook his head slightly before waving the Stantler over so he could gently lead it out of the pool for a break. It settled onto the prepared towels with a pleased sigh.
He wandered over to the door and looked down the hall, "Need a hand?"
Bianca's head popped out from behind a corner. "I-It's fine!" Soon as she said that, she revealed the escapee, holding him by the scruff. Blast. Foiled again. The two then glanced unamused looks to each other. "You've been getting c-cocky, haven't you?" She said to Mister with a brow raised. "I hope H-Hecate isn't rubbing o-of on you." She switched to carrying him under her arm, and walked back over to Isaiah.
"I-I'm sorry you had to see that." Bianca scratched her head in embarrassment.
One of these days, Mister WILL get away with this. Mark his words!
Witnessing the antics between the two of them pulled a quiet chuckle from him. He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it. He brings some much needed amusement." The clinic could get busy and busy usually meant quick words and even quicker tempers, so the levity was nice.
Well, that made Mister feel rather smug. The deed is done. The Mister has won.
After a bit of consideration, Bianca conceded. "Alright, y-you can stay out for a b-bit longer." She set Mister down and let him run over to Nyx. "R-Right. Any of the others visited r-recently?"
He shook his head, "No, I think Iris is going to be getting a group chat set up with the leaders, but I haven't seen them." He suspected he would see Mika in at some point for his own teammate, but other than that he wasn't anticipating anyone. "Yourself?"
"W-Well, Fiona did take me to go see the C-Crown Shrine, at the Tundra." Bianca answered, thinking to herself.
"Oh really?" He had never been to the Tundra himself, he wasn't sure he fancied being in that cold of an environment for very long, but he was sure it had it's perks in one way or another. "Never been myself. Was it interesting or more just a field trip?"
"I-It was, I let my pokemon stretch t-their legs as we talked." Bianca smiled. It then turned a little sheepish. "...W-Were you aware of Fiona's history with Nordrin?? O-Or am I just that slow?"
He nodded along as Bianca spoke, he really needed to let his own team out to run, but paused when she mentioned Fiona and Nordrin. I think I heard about it during one of the many forced nights out to a bar by the chairman," he shrugged, I don't think it's exactly a secret, but I doubt they advertise it either." He didn't know either gym leaders all that well so he couldn't really say.
"Hah. R-Right. ...Well I feel stupid now..." Bianca deadpanned.
Isaiah shrugged, "It's alright. I probably wouldn't know if someone hadn't had a loose tongue thanks to alcohol." He absentmindedly checked his notes, mentally checking off the things that he had already done. "Well I still have a number of things to get done. Appreciate the help."
"It's no pro-" Bianca's eyes widened in realization. "Oh crap, same! I should get back to finishing that list! See you later, Izzy!" With a quick wave, she hurried back to work.
And surprisingly? No stutter.
