Doc Cox
He/Him
30
April 12
Castelia City
Demisexual
Combat Medic
Cadet
It's not easy having yourself a good time
big bad birdies
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 16:47:31 GMT
Jax cackled heartily at Calliope's remark. "Why thank you I'm classically trained--hey wait a second what are you..." Before Jax could stop her, Calliope was attempting to climb the pole! Jax fidgeted slightly, his anxiety rising as he was not certain what to do. Calliope requested assistance, and Jax sucked on his teeth as he twiddled his thumbs.
"I-I can't condone this! If you get injured I gotta be the one to put you back together! How would it look if I also helped you get injured. Ugh, I know what to do though."
Jax turned away from the pole, cupped his mouth, and shouted in the deepest voice he could muster. "NUUUUUUURSE!"
The flaps of a nearby changing tent flew open, red eyes beaming from its darkened interior. A gray figure exited with specter-like grace, almost floating as she approached her master. A grin was permanently etched into her face, an unnatural expression for such a normally reserved species. When Jax rescued Nurse the Hatterene from that lab in Unova, he found her to be reduced to little more than a killing machine. After years of rehabilitation she now could exist within polite society, though she has retained a fair amount of unusual characteristics from her feral days.
Jax pointed to Calliope's behind. "Our friend needs some help getting up the pole. Would you mind assisting her?" Nurse screeched viciously, which either meant she was about to rip someone's face off or 'yeah sure, of course.' Luckily today it was the latter, as she would approach Calliope and push upon her posterior with her hat.
Calliope Marks
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