Aubre
She/Her
26
February 17
Turffield
Demisexual
Pokémon Doctor
Civilian
I Still Believe, Inside of Me, There's Someone Not Unspoken. Someone Not So Broken.
Be Still My Bleeding Heart [M]
POSTED ON Mar 21, 2024 17:57:52 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","gunstest1"] [attr="class","text"] A friend at the conservatory called. “They really need help down there, and I know you’re good for it.” There was hope in the other woman’s voice and a hint of desperation. Well, Aubre couldn’t exactly say no. She was pretty sure she was allergic. That and every good deed helped offset whatever sin had uprooted her life. [break][break]
It helped that it was her day off at the clinic and her parents’ time with Michaela. The place wasn’t too far for a Dragonite to reach in under half an hour. A glance at the sun confirmed she had plenty of time. A scarred hand gently rubbed peace skin, pausing to scratch at a spot beneath his chin. “Thank you, Marcus.” A scaly cheek rubbed hers as the chubby wyrm returned himself to his ball. Sure, he’d grown up around the water, but the build he had these days wasn’t made for swimming. [break][break]
With her Swampert and Kabutops in tow, the doctor made her way to the rendezvous point. The current observing physician talks with Aubre for a few moments. They discuss things like oxygen levels and estimated food supplies. When done, they take a moment to select the proper gear. She tests the mask at least a dozen times. The other doctor pauses, a hand between them. It’s obvious they’re reluctant to leave, and probably have a possessive streak. Aubre tries her best to soothe their nerves (an ironic task considering her own). “Get some rest, all right?” The ginger forces herself to smile. [break][break]
As she approaches the boat, movement catches her eyes. Lips pressing into a thin line, the doctor makes her way to the launch area. As far as she knew, everyone from the last shift was supposed to be going home. Hopefully, she didn’t need to scare off another workaholic. “Pardon me, sirs.” Her initial call is quiet, not at all accusatory. Her Kabutops, meanwhile glowers. “Are you here for the Luvdisc?” [break][break]
A bag of food hangs heavy at her sides. “Nettie told me everyone else went home.”
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