Post by Orion Lykos on Jan 1, 2020 10:05:56 GMT
There's a somber sort of air to the Petalburg woods; perhaps it's the receding snows from the harsh December, or perhaps it's the knowledge that weighs heavy upon Orion's conscience.
A child is sick.
Without treatment, they could die.
Unfortunately, 'treatment' was in this case based upon an old legend of a plague that had once swept through Hoenn and the fabled hero that had cured it. Orion's heard it, growing up, but never had he thought to become a part of it. A single parent had reached out, pleading, desperate for a cure.
How could he turn down such a request?
Orion meets Evan's gaze and offers a smile that holds no warmth. It's naught but a greeting. This is the third time he's met the man, and it seems their paths are fated to cross only when disaster is in the mix.
"Thanks for coming, Evan."
He remembers his name, this time. He'd reached out to Evan via the Rangers; this particular job needed a gentle touch, and Evan's one of the more pleasant people Orion's ever worked with.
"I know this might be a long shot." He sighs, and though his breath no longer mists in the air and the snows have all but melted away, gooseflesh still rises on his arms. "But I promised the father I'd try, so here we are. Are you good with grass types?"
hope everything works! i imagine orion briefed him when he contacted him for help!
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