@pockets Is Largent going to hit Richard? Or at least try to? Because I have plans in that case.
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Then I've been hearing too many puns lately.
Sophia grimaced as she watched the little confrontation between Ricky and Lardo. The other boy had rubbed her the wrong way since the day she had laid eyes on him, and the callous way he treated people did little to improve that first impression.
Turning her attention back to the test, her grimace only deepened. Unlike Ricky, tests weren't easy for her at all; the information would get jumbled up in her brain, and she always had a headache afterwards. By the time she had finally finished, the rest of the class had already finished and left. She was the last one, as usual.
Dropping her pencil on her desk, she blew a sigh through her lips and rubbed her eyes before depositing her test on Tic-Tac's desk. He glanced at her with an amused smile. "Your class has quite a few characters, doesn't it?" Sophia simply shrugged as she sat on the edge of a desk expectantly. "As are you, it seems. Mr. Sterman left me several notes about you. He's of the opinion that you're a rather intelligent young woman, despite your more... disruptive tendencies." Both of them smirked. "He also noted that you've been struggling in this class."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Sophia shrugged again. This may be hard to believe, but I am not exactly a science kind of girl. Too much to remember, too little interest.
Clasping his hands together, he rested his chin on his knuckles. "So that's what it is? You're bored? Understandable, but it really all depends on how you look at 'interesting'. I think if you really took the time to think about it, there's a certain beauty to chemistry. And from what I've seen, you have a very keen grasp of it."
Sophia blinked for a moment, then smirked. Aren't there rules against teachers flirting with their students?
He leveled a hooded look at her. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
No. I was serious, you are not my type.
"So was I." He stood up and sat on the edge of his desk. "I'm not going to do anything about your conduct today, I've done much worse in my time. However, I would appreciate it if you listened to your friend every now and then, and refrained from putting me in a situation where I might get fired in the future. I'm rather fond of staying employed. Good day Ms. Callahan, and if you need any help, don't be afraid to ask."
Sophia gave the sub an odd look. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about his tone that made her think he wasn't talking about schoolwork. Shrugging, she tugged her phone from her pocket. "I'LL BE SURE TO REMEMBER THAT. SEE YOU LATER TIC-TAC."
As she turned and walked out of the classroom, Om blinked. "Tic-Tac?" He chuckled. "That's a new one."
Outside the classroom, Sophia spied Ricky waiting for her, but she also spied something far more interesting to her: Princess was sitting against the wall, drawing something. It was obvious what she needed to do.
Sidling up in front the girl, she bent over and examined the drawing upside-down, which unfortunately also dumped her mass of hair into the girl's lap. It looked like... well, she wasn't really sure what it was supposed to look like, but it did look really good, whatever it was. She could also feel the girl's glare boring into the back of her skull. Without looking up from her examination of the drawing, she rapidly slid a message into Speaker. "HEY PRINCESS. WHATCHA DRAWIN?"
@Ally610@pockets
Turning her attention back to the test, her grimace only deepened. Unlike Ricky, tests weren't easy for her at all; the information would get jumbled up in her brain, and she always had a headache afterwards. By the time she had finally finished, the rest of the class had already finished and left. She was the last one, as usual.
Dropping her pencil on her desk, she blew a sigh through her lips and rubbed her eyes before depositing her test on Tic-Tac's desk. He glanced at her with an amused smile. "Your class has quite a few characters, doesn't it?" Sophia simply shrugged as she sat on the edge of a desk expectantly. "As are you, it seems. Mr. Sterman left me several notes about you. He's of the opinion that you're a rather intelligent young woman, despite your more... disruptive tendencies." Both of them smirked. "He also noted that you've been struggling in this class."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Sophia shrugged again. This may be hard to believe, but I am not exactly a science kind of girl. Too much to remember, too little interest.
Clasping his hands together, he rested his chin on his knuckles. "So that's what it is? You're bored? Understandable, but it really all depends on how you look at 'interesting'. I think if you really took the time to think about it, there's a certain beauty to chemistry. And from what I've seen, you have a very keen grasp of it."
Sophia blinked for a moment, then smirked. Aren't there rules against teachers flirting with their students?
He leveled a hooded look at her. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
No. I was serious, you are not my type.
"So was I." He stood up and sat on the edge of his desk. "I'm not going to do anything about your conduct today, I've done much worse in my time. However, I would appreciate it if you listened to your friend every now and then, and refrained from putting me in a situation where I might get fired in the future. I'm rather fond of staying employed. Good day Ms. Callahan, and if you need any help, don't be afraid to ask."
Sophia gave the sub an odd look. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about his tone that made her think he wasn't talking about schoolwork. Shrugging, she tugged her phone from her pocket. "I'LL BE SURE TO REMEMBER THAT. SEE YOU LATER TIC-TAC."
As she turned and walked out of the classroom, Om blinked. "Tic-Tac?" He chuckled. "That's a new one."
Outside the classroom, Sophia spied Ricky waiting for her, but she also spied something far more interesting to her: Princess was sitting against the wall, drawing something. It was obvious what she needed to do.
Sidling up in front the girl, she bent over and examined the drawing upside-down, which unfortunately also dumped her mass of hair into the girl's lap. It looked like... well, she wasn't really sure what it was supposed to look like, but it did look really good, whatever it was. She could also feel the girl's glare boring into the back of her skull. Without looking up from her examination of the drawing, she rapidly slid a message into Speaker. "HEY PRINCESS. WHATCHA DRAWIN?"
@Ally610@pockets
Ahkay. Well, we've already had a couple people finish early, so she could have just gone out and doodled in the hall.
She didn't start until after she had already turned her test in, so it wasn't like she was doodling on the test itself. Oh well, guess we have different interpretations on who Tic-Tac is.
@Ally610 I'm curious. What school system have you been in where a teacher got mad at you for doodling in your notebook?
The medics had wasted no time once Rebeca had calmed down. Within seconds she was bundled into an ambulance bound for Mauville Central Pokecenter, the Rhyhorn being given his ambulance due to his size, and with a little coaxing they even managed to pry the Kabuto from her grasp. In fact, it seemed that all the fight had gone out of her completely. Still, they weren't going to take any chances. A mild sedative that they determined would probably have the least likely chance of causing complications, a liberal use of Sleep Powder from one medic's Bellossom, and she was out cold.
Examining both Pokemon revealed that they had been very, very lucky. It seemed that Tantalus needed some practice when shooting small targets, as he hadn't scored a direct hit, rather almost skimming across the rear edge of the Kabuto's shell. Mercifully, while shell's mineral layers had been burned through, its soft body appeared to be relatively undamaged. The Rhyhorn was slightly worse off, having taken a direct shot to the face. However, while there did appear to be some damage to the skull, its sheer durability had succeeded in protecting the brain. For both cases, there was a special glue that was used to repair damage to mineral based armours and hides, and the Pokecenter had plenty stocked up in anticipation for the tournament.
As for Rebeca herself, while the Pokecenter staff were certainly deeply concerned over her condition, there was also a certain amount of excitement in the air. There had been very few opportunities in the two years since the emergence of the Avatars to conduct an in-depth examination of one, and actually see the changes that the originally human frame had undergone to accommodate and generate their new abilities. Most were understandably reluctant to subject themselves to even non-intrusive procedures, or simply had other plans occupying their time. So the doctors could be forgiven for chomping at the bit a little for a chance to examine an available subject, particularly one who had already demonstrated an obviously inhuman resiliency. While the patient's well-being and respect for her autonomy was still paramount, there was a certain degree of leniency if the lead surgeon had one of his assistants keep a recorder going for later review.
And what they found amazed them. Her overall body weight and density was much greater than a human of relatively comparable age, and there was even evidence of mineralization in her flesh and nails, and crystallization in her bones that was normally present in Rock, Ground and Steel types. There was some serious organ damage and internal bleeding, but as the lead surgeon commented, "She practically tanked a bomb to the face. There shouldn't BE anything left to fix.”
Most astonishing out of all their findings was the fact that her body was already undergoing remodeling in response to the trauma, more so than could be explained by the emergency field aid she had received in the field. Thick scar tissue and semi-tender new flesh was forming at rate that, while not quite comparable to rapid regeneration, was certainly not seen in humans or even most known species of Pokemon.
Once the surgeons had determined that they had done all they could, and Rebeca was moved to a recovery room (right next to the ones that were occupied by her Pokemon, at the suggestion of the Avatar who had accompanied them in the ambulance), the surgeons had gathered in one of the break rooms to discuss what they had found. “You could do a doctoral thesis on her alone! I’m pretty sure I even saw rudimentary modifications for flame production organs. I couldn’t begin to guess where she’s getting the energy for all these changes. This girl’s a monster.”
Another nodded in agreement. “Did you see some of the scars she has? She looks like she could be the same age as my oldest. Just where has she been? I feel sorry for whoever tries to take her on in the tournament.”
Over two hours after the explosion that had nearly killed her, Rebeca awoke to a fuzzy brain and the taste of dry cotton in her mouth. She was sore everywhere, and she was lying on something soft, which was not the last thing she remembered at all. When she opened her eyes, she took in the small room that she had apparently been placed in, and spied Vuduin sitting in a chair beside her bed. She groaned, shifting as she pressed a hand to her head. “Ugh, where the fuck am I?”
Examining both Pokemon revealed that they had been very, very lucky. It seemed that Tantalus needed some practice when shooting small targets, as he hadn't scored a direct hit, rather almost skimming across the rear edge of the Kabuto's shell. Mercifully, while shell's mineral layers had been burned through, its soft body appeared to be relatively undamaged. The Rhyhorn was slightly worse off, having taken a direct shot to the face. However, while there did appear to be some damage to the skull, its sheer durability had succeeded in protecting the brain. For both cases, there was a special glue that was used to repair damage to mineral based armours and hides, and the Pokecenter had plenty stocked up in anticipation for the tournament.
As for Rebeca herself, while the Pokecenter staff were certainly deeply concerned over her condition, there was also a certain amount of excitement in the air. There had been very few opportunities in the two years since the emergence of the Avatars to conduct an in-depth examination of one, and actually see the changes that the originally human frame had undergone to accommodate and generate their new abilities. Most were understandably reluctant to subject themselves to even non-intrusive procedures, or simply had other plans occupying their time. So the doctors could be forgiven for chomping at the bit a little for a chance to examine an available subject, particularly one who had already demonstrated an obviously inhuman resiliency. While the patient's well-being and respect for her autonomy was still paramount, there was a certain degree of leniency if the lead surgeon had one of his assistants keep a recorder going for later review.
And what they found amazed them. Her overall body weight and density was much greater than a human of relatively comparable age, and there was even evidence of mineralization in her flesh and nails, and crystallization in her bones that was normally present in Rock, Ground and Steel types. There was some serious organ damage and internal bleeding, but as the lead surgeon commented, "She practically tanked a bomb to the face. There shouldn't BE anything left to fix.”
Most astonishing out of all their findings was the fact that her body was already undergoing remodeling in response to the trauma, more so than could be explained by the emergency field aid she had received in the field. Thick scar tissue and semi-tender new flesh was forming at rate that, while not quite comparable to rapid regeneration, was certainly not seen in humans or even most known species of Pokemon.
Once the surgeons had determined that they had done all they could, and Rebeca was moved to a recovery room (right next to the ones that were occupied by her Pokemon, at the suggestion of the Avatar who had accompanied them in the ambulance), the surgeons had gathered in one of the break rooms to discuss what they had found. “You could do a doctoral thesis on her alone! I’m pretty sure I even saw rudimentary modifications for flame production organs. I couldn’t begin to guess where she’s getting the energy for all these changes. This girl’s a monster.”
Another nodded in agreement. “Did you see some of the scars she has? She looks like she could be the same age as my oldest. Just where has she been? I feel sorry for whoever tries to take her on in the tournament.”
Over two hours after the explosion that had nearly killed her, Rebeca awoke to a fuzzy brain and the taste of dry cotton in her mouth. She was sore everywhere, and she was lying on something soft, which was not the last thing she remembered at all. When she opened her eyes, she took in the small room that she had apparently been placed in, and spied Vuduin sitting in a chair beside her bed. She groaned, shifting as she pressed a hand to her head. “Ugh, where the fuck am I?”
@Eklispe I'm working on something right now. You mind if he's there when she wakes up after surgery?
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