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Post by urmmuxunbidden on May 11, 2017 21:39:39 GMT -5
Wyndra initially panicked as her aura overtook her at last. It was terrifying to feel that layer of control over her own thoughts and emotions be stripped away. She thrashed as the bandage was ripped off, and the wound was allowed to breathe. In this state, she didn't bother defensively covering the jagged scar under one of her wings. The mottled line of flesh looked a little inflamed.
"They wanted me to be a killer." She mumbled, mostly to herself. She had nearly forgotten.
"I... I was one. They forced me to..."
Following Glacia's advice, Wyndra looked up at the sky. She had a very clear picture. Hundreds of leaves manifested around her, whipped up into a vicious storm. The wind and the energy could be heard as a rumbling along the ground, before the maelstrom shot into the air. The pavement around Wyndra was scoured smooth.
Edward saw that. At first, he was overjoyed. That had to be her. She was just in the next alley, thank goodness. He took a couple steps to run to her, but still needed to catch his breath. Vogun extended a vine for Edward to brace against for a moment, before the group hurried on.
Wyndra wasn't done. She broke out into laughter. It sounded stressed, like the kind of noise made to break an uncomfortable silence. The metallic sheen returned around her wings, and she slammed into a streetlight, denting it. Glacia may have been speaking, or not, she wouldn't really hear it.
Just a few seconds later, Edward started worrying again, worse than before. What was going on that Wyndra used leaf storm like that? Since when was she able to conjure a storm of size? The old man finally rounded the corner of the alley.
"Wyndra! It's okay! I'm here," he called out.
She couldn't stop herself in time, and dove straight toward him with steel wing. The tropius planted her feet into the pavement to try to stop herself, but she still hit him across the chest and threw him to the ground. Her reverse state broke instantly.
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Post by Glacia on May 11, 2017 22:03:30 GMT -5
Past her initial instructions, Glacia wasn't much for words. Part of it was to simply 'soak in' what Wyndra was saying, to be silent and allow her to get whatever she needed off her chest, but most of it was Glacia's efforts to maintain control. Even her instructions came across as emotionless, a sheer amount of focus in her eyes as she maintained contact with the Tropius.
And the Weavile didn't back down: as leaves whipped around the Tropius, and swirled around with increasing intensity, she kept her ground, wincing as the sharp leaves scraped over her skin. "Tch..." Only when Wyndra let forth the blast, did Glacia back up - and even then, it was because she stumbled backwards, forced away by the wind itself!
But the benefits seen were immediate, at least by a fellow shadow: Wyndra's harsh, red aura had shrunken down and cooled off, a release of her power more than enough to calm her down. Glacia stepped back as she started to thrash, almost breaking a street-lamp in half! Just... let it all out... Glacia's own aura began to soften, dark reds ebbing out into soft purples once more. Maybe she'd have to apologize for -
"Wyndra! It's okay! I'm here!"
"Shit!" Glacia saw Wyndra's reaction, just as Edward entered the clearing, and without even thinking, she dashed off in front of the Tropius! She extended her arms out, a few feet in front of Edward, intent on catching the larger Pokemon in her arms -
Ah, nope! After just a moment's resistance, her foot lifted off the ground, the Weavile tossed like a rag doll to the ground! But, at the very least, it would lessen the blow to Edward, the ice type grasping around her torso as she hissed through her teeth.
"God ****ing **** it..." Rolling onto her back, and sitting up, she looked - first towards Edward, then towards Wyndra. "Don't worry... she's fine. I managed to calm her down. You her keeper?"
Even as Glacia spoke in relatively calm words, her condition was quite ragged: there were sizable cuts in each of her arms, and with the way she was gripping her left side, it was clear that she felt that. Even so, she managed to drag herself to her feet.
"... Tch... I should probably get out of here..."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on May 17, 2017 12:07:44 GMT -5
Vogun wasn't directly affected by this unfortunate chain of events, and thus saw everything. The moment that the group entered the alleyway, he saw Glacia standing there next to his out-of-control teammate. He was furious. What did that weavile even do to cause Wyndra to reverse? He knew how much it meant to Wynda that she maintain control, and as far as he was concerned, this weavile violated that. She hurt the tropius, and hurt his team.
His fury only lasted a split second. Immediately, the tropius dove toward Edward. No sooner had he processed this nightmare, than Glacia intercepted the attack. Wyndra collided with both her and Edward. Vogun was stunned for a whole additional split second, until he heard Edward's body hit the pavement.
Wyndra screamed out of horror. She cradled the old man in her wings.
"Ambulance!" She cried out to anyone on the streets. "Somebody call an ambulance! Please!"
Vogun stared at his trainer, searching for any and every sign of his condition. Edward was still breathing, but his empty stare worried the weepinbell. It didn't look like he got hit very hard, but the fall itself must have broke something. There was a splatter of blood on the street, and more of it was running down the fronds of Wyndra's wings. There wasn't anything Vogun could do, that the tropius wasn't already doing. Humans were a lot more fragile than pokemon, and his attention turned back to Glacia. Without the weavile, things would be much worse than they were.
Glacia would find the weepinbell coming toward her.
"Thank you. Here, let me help. I know where to find the nearest pokecenter."
Vogun positioned himself so that Glacia could lean on him if possible.
"We'll definitely be able to call an ambulance from there," he reassured himself, "He'll be okay."
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Post by Glacia on May 17, 2017 22:34:59 GMT -5
Glacia must have been hit harder than she initially thought: in her dazed stupor, her initial words to Edward were remarkably calm. Perhaps she overestimated what she was able to do to protect him, or perhaps so quickly shifting out of her reverse state was still messing with her head.
Either way, the weasel's eyes widened as she caught onto the older man's condition, and Wyndra's resulting panic. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, seeing that limp, elderly man in Wyndra's bloodstained wings. Did... did I...
She couldn't even finish the sentence to herself: did she cause this? Even for this shadow Weavile, the thought was so sickening in her mind that she gagged and wretched, claw brought over to cover her mouth as she looked away. Alright, this was bad, and Glacia's first thought wasn't a kind one: No, really, I gotta get out of here-
No, it was at this point that her body betrayed her: Weavile weren't meant to take hits, and being hit by a Tropius like that was like getting hit head-on by a car! Her legs staggered, the Weavile stumbling to her side as she felt herself lean against something.
Or rather, someone. Glacia blinked, eyes still wide, as Vogun started to talk to her. Something about a Pokemon center, about calling an ambulance... honestly, she didn't catch all of that! "R-right, right." She was clearly a few cards short of a full deck right now, simply nodding along with Vogun's words. He sounded like he knew what he was doing, after all! Right, just move along with the steps, and-
"Son of a!" Her eyes clenched shut, teeth gritted, as she grasped a claw around her left side! That brought her right back down to earth, a more tempered expression on her face as she grunted towards Vogun. "Freaking heck... let's not dwaddle, then!"
Yes, now she was wearing her normal social front. And the fact that two of her ribs were snapped, well, she even kept that to herself... as much as she could.
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on May 20, 2017 1:02:10 GMT -5
Vogun led Glacia down the street. They made it a whole block, before Vogun remembered something. He had left Hattie back in the alley with Wyndra and Edward. Hopefully, she would be alright. Vogun couldn't take care of everyone, and at least she wasn't directly hurt in any way. The weepinbell could only imagine how things could play out. No, he stopped himself, it was best to just stay focused and take things one step at a time.
"Of course, the sooner we get help, the sooner we can move on."
It was one step at a time that he brought Glacia to the pokecenter. He wasn't sure how long they were walking, because there was a distance between him the events unfolding. It was as if things were happening to a character in a movie instead. It was probably a defense mechanism, he realized, and he'd feel horrible about this later.
"We made it," he announced.
The doors slid open, and Vogun half-dragged Glacia inside. One of the nurses walked over, and crouched down the height of the weavile.
"Wow, that looks like a rough battle. We'll get you patched up real quick. Now, do you have a trainer?"
They didn't have time for these formalities.
"Call an ambulance," Vogun interrupted, "An elderly human was struck down three blocks on Weston Street. He's bleeding fast."
The nurse motioned toward someone at the desk, who picked up a phone.
"Something really bad happened, I take it," the nurse continued to address Glacia. "You don't have to tell me anything, but we do notify the police of incidents."
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Post by Glacia on May 20, 2017 18:17:47 GMT -5
For that walk to the Pokemon Center, Glacia didn't have many words to spare for Vogun. There were several valid reasons why, of course - between her own injuries and ghastly reaction towards seeing Wyndra and Edward in their own state - but it wasn't simply that. No, she was even avoiding eye contact, a sharp look in her eyes as she trudged towards the center...
... And, as the automatic doors slipped open, Glacia gave a nod towards the grass type, as the nurse would walk forward, politely addressing the weasel. It took a special sort to work here - the Pokemon Center had to deal with far worse injuries than this on a variety of types and creatures - so her rather straightforward approach was rather appreciated. But before she could answer, Vogun already interjected, calling up to the front desk.
Right, that was definitely more important, but it quickly put Glacia in an awkward spot:
"Something really bad happened, I take it. You don't have to tell me anything, but we do notify the police of incidents."
She took a slow breath out. "... A fight got out of hand, is all. His trainer," she tilted her head to the Weepinbell, "Needs help. An older person." There wasn't much hesitation to her answer, and to be honest, Glacia was thinking this lie through her head the entire time. She couldn't afford for this to show up in the news - she'd lose her job! So she downplayed it, not daring to say the word 'Shadow' at all!
That said, well, Vogun didn't have any bearing on the situation at all. Should he think what she's saying was the full truth, that wasn't going to do Glacia any favors with him... but that was less important to her. She still had to answer the nurse:
"Anyway... no trainer. And if you don't mind, take care to skip the whole speech-and-pamphlet about the benefits of having one... tch..." She winced. "... Little help? Still holding two ribs in place."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on May 25, 2017 0:35:29 GMT -5
The nurse ushered the two toward one of the machines. Without being able to treat Glacia inside of a pokeball, the nurse simply motioned for the weavile to sit on top as the healing light flickered on. In addition to the standard healing machine, the nurse also grabbed a spray potion, filled with potion, and sprayed Glacia's side. The potion would help more with pain than the machine, which wasn't designed for conscious patients.
"You're still going to be sore for quite a while, although everything will be functioning fine. Try to avoid strenuous movement for a couple of days."
While the various technologies were knitting together the weavile, a different nurse handed Glacia a clipboard with a couple sheets of paperwork, along with a pen. It had all the standard questions; name, address, species, and so on.
"Just a formality," she explained.
While all of that was going on, Vogun kept glancing around nervously. He had brought the weavile here successfully, so was that the end of his obligation? Should he stay until Glacia was ready to leave? He wasn't even sure that Wyndra and Edward were still in the same place. In fact, he hoped they weren't.
"If you're okay here," he began. "I'm going back to my team."
Vogun didn't really wait for much of an answer. The weavile didn't seem like the type to ever say she wasn't okay, and things were proceeding pretty well here. At the slightest nod, Vogun would head back out of the sliding doors of the pokecenter. There would be no formal goodbye, just an awkward shuffle, and a small question of if they might have met under less urgent circumstances.
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