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Any excuse to travel to Meteor Falls was a good day in Nenet's book - the fact that Zev had agreed to the outing was simply icing on top of the cake. Especially since Luna would be spending the night out with them as well.
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Sparing Luna a warm smile, the wolf's face smooshed and then a kiss dropped on the pokemon's forehead; her attention is swiftly drawn skywards as flashes of light begin to dot the skyline once more. The night is pleasant, a light breeze adding a faint nip in the air and ultimately perfect for Minior observation without a cloud in the sky.
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"Come sit," she beckons Zev, her hand patting the ground next to the mound of rocks she sits upon. She takes out a small notebook from her belongings and beings to tally the Minior falling, the night beginning to pass with a comfortable rhythm of light streaks and the scratch of graphite.
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With very little warning, a tail of slight hits the earth nearby, sending a spray of dirt into the air to rain down upon the trio. A decided gleam in her eyes, Nenet snaps closed the book, grabs up her bag, and darts off in the direction of the impact while calling over her shoulder, "Come on, Zev!"

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Dropping onto the ground nearby, Nenet rummages through her pack quickly as if searching for something. Her head cants in the direction of Zev to indicate she's listening as he speaks, after which she gives a succinct nod.
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"Just like this," she promises. Well, mostly like this. During her camping trips they rarely landed nearby, and when they did she had pokeballs on the ready to capture them as a little girl. Now, however, she had a ready-made subject for her latest research project: shell stabilisation after impact.
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Finding what she's looking for, a box stocked full of vials with pebble-like contents is produced. "Take this," Nenet directs, a camera shoved in Zev's hands for him to both figure out and work at the same time. "Don't stop recording until I tell you to."
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With that said, she pops open one of the vials and pours soft, silvery-white stones into one of the cracks of the Minior's shell; the pokemon's core flickers from an unobtrusively pale light to pink. Producing a tiny hand-held recorder from her bag, Nenet says into it, "Fifteen grams of lithium added to the shell. No visible repair, shell remains broken."
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Glancing over her shoulder she confirms, "You're recording?"

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"Good man," Nenet mumbles as she uncorks another vial and into her own recorder states, "Fifteen grams of cesium added to the shell."

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The vial is tipped over the largest crack, whereupon the core of the Minior glows a dull violet in response; the sound of shifting rock fills the air, and while it's difficult to discern the exact amount there has certainly been some closure of the pokemon's shattered surface.

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"Minimal sabilisation," she notes into her recorder. Several other vials, which Nenet calls out each time, are poured over the rocky surface to varying effects. Meanwhile, the flicker of the Minior's core grows softer and softer until naught but a dull glow filters through its broken shell.

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It's only then that Nenet pulls out a pokeball and taps it against the Minior to finally stabilise the pokemon with its capture. She then retrieves a notepad from her bag and begins to scribble over its pages to record her thoughts thereupon.

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With a glance up to Zev, she flashes him a truly radiant smile and then asks, "Do you have any questions?" It's quite easy to see how Nenet garnered an ethics reprimand during her graduate program.

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Nenet stills briefly when Zev speaks, apparently having forgotten his presence for a brief moment. With an arched eyebrow as she looks into the camera, she snorts and makes an absent wave of her hand as she says, "Of course not." There's little conviction behind the statement. "I was testing to see if I could stabilise their shell."
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She closes her notepad and then begins to store things back away, explaining as she does so, "I was using different metals to see if the cracks would repair. As of now the only way we know how to stabilise them is via a pokeball but they lose a good deal of mass during the process." With a brief glance over the vials, she notes, "The cesium had some effect, but not much."
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With a shrug, she adds, "A repaired shell would mean a much heavier, more natural Minior. It was worth a shot."
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Nenet flashes him a smile and then stands, her bag shouldered onto her back. "Come on," she directs with a tip of her head back from where they came. "Let's go set up and see if anymore fall nearby." With a wink, she teases, "You can help me count in the meantime."

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"The latter," Nenet answers after a short pause. She pointedly does not expand upon the subject. Her employer certainly wasn't aware of her research outside of work and she rather intended for it to stay that way; unless a breakthrough was discovered that could conveniently be applied quickly in the field.
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She takes the recorder back from Zev and stows it away in her bag before leveraging onto the ground beside the pair. Her fingers burying into Luna's ruff, she coos softly at the Pokemon, squishing the wolf's cheeks together for good measure.
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Then leaning comfortably against Zev, Nenet uses a small hand counter as they watch the skies together, its soft clicking occasionally filling the easy silence of the night.

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