night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

The chaos brought all sorts. Curious sorts, criminal sorts, law enforcement sorts— and healthcare sorts.

Some were faster than others to arrive— jumping at the sound of danger.

"Are you okay, Mr. Pokkenger, sir?" Said a young man as he arrived with a large, cube-ish briefcase, squatting before the hero and leaning his head onto his palm while his arms wrapped around his shins. "Gotta admit, as a long time fan— this ain't your most graceful outing."

It was not his first time seeing the handywork of Hoenn's premier masked hero. The pokkenger had been the stuff of legends for as long as he had been around in the region.

And while he wasn't quite so young as to idolize the hero anymore— he wasn't quite so jaded or overtly serious as to dismiss or criticize the effort either.

Say what you will— the kids loved the guy. And hey— he liked the man behind the mask just fine, too.

He set his box down— popping it open on several tiers to reveal the contents— several tools that wouldn't have been amiss at the doctor's table.

"What happened here, Pokkenger?"

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

"The one and only." He confirmed as he opened his case, pulling onto his hands some disposable gloves. "Deep breathes, let me know if anything hurts."

As the other man filled him in on the details, Doug hummed, his hands slowly fleeting over the other's armored body, poking and prodding for telling reactions.

After a few moments of this, he seemed to get a good idea of what was fine, what was hurt, and what was broken— at which point his hands began to glow magenta.

"Stolen artifacts, huh?" He echoed as he worked. He must've meant from the extraction operations going on inside the skeleton He smiled. "Good work, Pokkenger."

Resources were at their most valuable in a war when you possessed a absolute monopoly, after all. Stopping rocket from acquiring them was for the best.

At the other man's question, however—

"Well... lots of injured rockets under police custody, so... gotta go fix that in a bit." He said, smiling at the man's Blissey as she took to the field. "'ello, nurse Blissey. Mind gathering the patients for me? I'll go look over them in a bit. Just gotta finish up here."

He fetched bandaging from his case, before procuring an... interesting bottle from within. It glowed with what seemed to be floating glitter...

"How did you find these guys anyway? Happenstance?" Or was pokkenger somehow keeping tabs on rocket activity?

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

"Huh. Clever. " He said as he glanced up at the hero's miniors, briefly reminded if Zac Ramsay and his obsession with the little space rocks.

Soon as the thought came, he froze in surprise, slowly blinking as the image of the large, redheaded man faded away from his mind's eye.

He hadn't thought about Zac in nearly 20 years... He shook it off.

"Which one?" He asked after a moment as he flicked at the tube filled with glitter, raising it up to eye level before pausing. "... Which museum, I mean."

Rocket didn't (generally) do crimes for the sake of doing crimes anymore. No reason to not look into the museum and it's contents now that this had happened.

As the other man brought up the glitter in his hands, John simply smiled, before producing a... syringe from his case.

"I'm a trained professional, Pokkenger." He said, fitting the tube into the syringe. "This ain't no arts and crafts... It's medicine."

He gave the other man a razor smile.

Before snorting.

"Lele scales. These are Lele scales. Got it? We square?" He said simply, tilting a brow. "Admittedly, I'm experimenting here a bit. I'm a bit out of practice on the dosage, ya see. I was hoping to get some valuable data with your help... and the rockets'. You okay with it?"

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

"We can ask them once we have them in custody." Whether that would work was another matter. If nothing else, perhaps they could try to deduce something out of the stolen goods.

As the conversation moved on to Doug's... totally ethical experiments, the youth could only snort at Kaz's 'question'. Nice to know he was trusted this much.

"You might gain a regen factor for very brief period of time." He said with a snicker, spinning the syringe in his hands with a hum. "Either that or some indigestion."

There was definitely not enough there to cause the kind of damage the likes of Kouji Matsubara and fern delaney had experienced. There wasn't enough to do the kind of 'surface-level' healing he had regularly employed before Goodbye Galar.

But that was the point— learning to what was needed to make it work smarter, not harder.

"No worries, Pokkenger— I wouldn't be testing this on you if there were any risks to your health." He said as he slowly moved around Kaz. "I've got rockets for that. Anyway, turn around for me, please. Oh, and help me get off the top layer of your armor."

A little advanced community service oughta teach them the error of their ways!

"Your injuries aren't too severe— for someone getting into fist fights immediately after a car crash." He said. "But that's better for this test— this is a low dosage. I'm gonna be administering it directly to your spine. This might prick a bit, but don't worry."

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

"I'm the avatar of Tapu Lele, not Spiderman." He said with a snort, pulling out the syringe before pressing cotton dabbed in alcohol against the little hole left. "I prefer to think of it as refreshing~."

Watching the other man begin to move, the medic's eye were unblinking as he observed the other's naked skin. Without his armor in place, it was easier to notice all the bruises created by the car crash and the occasional impact that managed to get through. To see the scrapes generated by friction.

And more importantly, to watch them slowly begin to disappear.

Doug's pen was a flurry as he took notes, watching intently.

"Not numbing." He replied to the other. "Healing."

This level of healing wasn't uncommon or anything for Lele's scales— he had mended much worse back when FERNANDO SILPH had been at the hospital. But then, the man had been still completely bedridden and in pain, hadn't he?

"These results usually take a lot more scales." Doug noted absentmindedly as he took his notes. "Fascinating... You were in a car crash, so I injected these into your posterior spinal arteries to preventively deal with any damage to your spine or discs first... to think it would go from there to the rest of your body so quickly, though."

In the end, Lele's scales, even when employed as proper medical tools, were still seemingly magical in some form.

He would've loved to be able to see through skin and muscle. He seriously needed to get better acquainted with modern equipment. He wanted to know what the heck was going on in there.

"Does anything hurt?" He asked Kazimir, looking the man up and down. "Mind moving around a bit for me? Tell me if anything hurts or aches."

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

Doug paused to consider the other's words. Was there enough merit in genetic and lifestyle factors to take it into consideration in his research...?

"Good data, Pokkenger!" Best to start taking it into account now, while his sample size was still small.

He refrained from clapping when the man suddenly performed a near perfect standing backflip, giving him a thumbs up instead.

"Don't worry, I'll give ya a proper, full examination once we're done 'ere." Wouldn't do to send Hoenn's first masked hero home with a possible concussion.

But speaking about masked men of the night...

"Yes sirree." He said, turning towards the rockets in time with Kaz. "I ain't 'boutta hang 'em up to dry just 'cause they're rockets; sorry."

He didn't know how the hero would feel about that— he had just finished having a car-crash turned fist fight with the lot of them.

"Mind helping me out?" He asked the other, popping his case back open before producing a number of syringes. "Let's lay 'em all side by side.""

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

He blinked, surprised at Kazimir's apparent interest in him. Or perhaps it was the seemingly radical change in his goals that gave him pause?

Either way, he didn't mind being given the opportunity to monologue.

"Well, I did spend about 20 years being the only doctor in Ballonleah." He said, before chuckling. "With that background info, it ain't too shocking anymore, is it?"

The second question, though... he could only scoff.

"I'll have you know I am perfectly hinged, thank you very much!" He told the other man, sticking his tongue at him. "... Either way; The commissioner knows about it, so don't worry."

He threw the rest of his equipment onto his case before approaching the unconscious rockets, tilting a brow at Kazimir.

"I am Tapu Lele's avatar; she ain't on loan from the league." He said simply. "The only one who can protest how I use these Scales is her."

He winked at the man.

"Nobody's more qualified than me when it comes to these anyway." He boldly claimed, making a number of scales float out of his palm, letting them hover around his arm. "20 years of study and practice, remember?"