Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
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POSTED ON May 15, 2021 20:16:40 GMT
Sometimes curiosity alone was enough.
"Hope you were not too disappointed." The youth said with a smile, leaning back onto his chair. He doubted he cut too impressive a sight for the former champion, an actual war veteran.
Her next few answers could sadly not be taken as lightly.
The young man's head tilted forward slightly to further obscure his sight, his hands squeezing one another tightly.
Kanto's Champion, a trophy. How very Rocket of them, to kick the people while they were down and practically dead in the dirt, in a way most of them would never even know.
Her next words, however... they made his gaze snap back up to her, wide and sharp.
He had suspected it- all the Kantonians outside of Kanto had, at one point, even if they knew better than to truly embrace the idea.
Resistance. Something, anything that proved the people of Kanto hadn't completely surrendered to their overlords.
The youth managed a quirk of the lips at her attempt at humor, though not much more. Her circumstances were much too grave to attempt to lighten the mood.
Her story came to an end with a promise of vengeance. He would have echoed it eagerly a few months ago. Now, he simply sighed, reaching over to rub his temples, the subject merely bringing him frustration.
"I wonder when, sometimes." The young man said after a moment, sighing softly. "The world at large seems content to allow Rocket to continue to do as it pleases."
He didn't comprehend it. A sovereign nation had been taken over by terrorists, whom had launched not one, not two, but three public attempts at further take overs of other nations in less than 10 years.
And yet the rest of the nations of the world had done nothing. It was almost like they wanted to wait until the problem got big enough it could threaten everything around it.
Commissioner dahlia goode's see nothing, hear nothing, do nothing policy during the Rocket's time underground pretending to be dead on Hoenn's waters demonstrated exactly the kind of thing that allowed them to thrive. A borderline nonsensical, self-destructive unwillingness to do anything.
Sighing at the thought, the youth shook his head. He didn't want to get onto the subject of Rockets just yet. He corrected his posture, asking.
"How are you handling yourself now?" He asked tentatively. Her throne was broken; whatever assets she might have had were likely still in Kanto, unless she had been storing them offshore from the beginning. "Are you well off?"
He paused.
"Do you need any help at all settling in?" He said. She was a former champion, and the League was looking for capable trainers now more than ever. With whatever influence he could pull on, he was certain he could assist her, should she seek a job in their state.
Even if not, he still had more connections on Hoenn, presumably. He would do whatever it took to help her settle in properly.
"Ah... Where's my manners? Would you like something to drink?" He asked the woman, slipping a pokeball from his sleeve and letting it roll to the floor, a Blissey appearing in a flash of light.
A military nurse and maid pokemon, by her cute little uniform.
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