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The air hung thick with tension. It reminded Lydia of the air right before a thunderstorm, but crackling with imagined bloodshed instead of ozone. The security company she moonlit for suddenly had more jobs than ever. A manifestation of that same rumbling underfoot—an echo of the howling dogs of war.
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She’d once run with the pack of them. Her urges to follow this quarry are as irresistible as a bird to a cat. But she’d been denied when she arrived on Hoenn’s shores. Though up and walking, the injuries of the soldiering life had left their mark. They made her a risk in combat. To send her out there would dangerous. Like that was any different from any other day.
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After a few months of therapy—desperate and hungry—the lifelong soldier tried again. She wasn’t sure if the recommendation from MATIAS SILPH helped or hurt.
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But she refused to just sit by the sidelines. She prayed to Arceus for a sign of her next steps. That’s when she ran across the interview on social media. A young woman credited some dark-haired man with saving her from early-onset arthritis. It took three videos for them to call him something other than Doug.
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Now, Lydia sat in a room the man used at Slateport General Hospital. At her side, a stately Lycanroc sat. She looked like a statue. When the door opened, the pair stood at attention. Heels clicked together. “Sir!”

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ft. Lydia Magnusson

The man was unphased by the woman, all too used to soldiers and discipline by now.

"At ease, ma'am." He sayid simply, an easy smile on his lips as he looked over papers. "There's no need for that."

She was meeting him here as a doctor, not a Lieutenant Colonel. And according to her papers— she wasn't a Hoenn soldier anyway.

Not yet, at any rate.

He drew nearer, smiling at her as he held out his hand.

"A pleasure to meet'cha, Ms. Magnusson. I am John Sullivan. I'm told you came looking for me?" With a letter of recommendation from MATIAS SILPH, of all people.

Certainly a door opener, in both the league's and Military's bureaucratic systems.

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The blonde’s lips briefly flashed with bewilderment at John’s appearance. She did not expect his easy smile or long hair. Nor was her mind prepared for him to lose his vowels like a drunkard their shoes. [break][break]Still, Lydia relaxed at his request. That is not to say she sat down—merely shifted her spine from steel to brass. [break][break]

Lydia is quick to take the man’s hand. She squeezes with a bit more force than necessary. A habit acquired from years of being underestimated. A reminder that the lieutenant had teeth and muscles beneath the doll’s frame. “Ze pleasure is mine I azzure you.” She allowed her eyes to dart briefly to her Lycanroc. “I am Lydia, as you know. Minerva's my partner.”
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Not one to beat around the bush, the soldier nods. She pulls her hand from his. For a moment, she seems usure of where to put it. Eventually, it drops back to her side. “I was told you mend people.” If she’d been an animal, the vet would have licked her lips. “And your stupid government decided I was broken.” There is a bitter pride to her tone.
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Her next statement begins with a scoff. “I am tired of sitting on ze sidelines.” It was a waste. She takes a deep breath and casts her gaze out toward where Johto and Kanto rest beneath two different flags. She recalls her squad’s demise at the hand of Rocket. The way a truce robbed her of an opportunity to fix it.
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And, now, with conflict in her sights, her body betrayed her. It was—to be frank—Tauros shit.

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POSTED ON Jun 15, 2024 17:29:38 GMT

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His eyes turned to the woman's partner, grinning at her. "Nice to meet'cha too, Minerva."

His gaze slowly turned back to the woman, a question dropping out of his lip.

"Can I call you Lydia?" He asked, his gaze moving back to the papers on his hand. "Not broken, Lydia. Injured."

Broken carried too many connotations Doug found distasteful. And from the tone of her voice alone, it was clear the woman was not particularly attached to the tag either.

He had read enough to have an idea of why she was so eager to be back on a frontline. But it wasn't his place to say whether it was right call, specially given his own history.

Doug gestured towards a seat, set across from a desk. He rounded around it and dropped on his chair, laying the papers on the wooden surface.

"As ya said, I can mend people." He said simply. "You as well, I'm certain. Why don't you walk me over your medical history so far? It'll help us both during this process."

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Something about the man’s ease was infectious. Even the stoic Minerva could not resist a slow wag. Icy eyes warmed temporarily as the wolf lowered its head in greeting.
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The man’s request is met with a stiff nod. “That would be fine.” She had been called much worse in her life. Most commonly bastard and homewrecker. When John corrects her, there is a momentary coolness. Then, a look of confusion. Were those not synonyms? Just two different ways to say the same thing? “I do not see ze difference.”
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At his bidding, the veteran settles into the chair. There’s a rabbit-like nose twitch at the word ‘ya,’ one of the rare displays of her upbringing. “Of course.” The blonde is quick to respond.
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For a moment, she does not speak. She is attempting to get her thoughts in order. Then, she begins. “My squad was the victim of an IED near the end of the Johtoan conflict.” A shaking hand is forcibly stopped. “I was the only survivor.” A pause follows. “Doctors did not think I would ever get back feeling in my arms.” She tugs her left sleeve off to reveal scars.
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Sometimes the weakness returned. Last time—most notably—during the fight with Kyurem. Her gun dropped uselessly into the stone. All she’d felt was the tingling of damaged nerves.
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She could never get through an airport’s metal detector.
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“When I left the hospital, the war was over.” And, unlike Kanto, her side had emerged victorious. But her contributions, in the end, felt worthless. “Hoenn was meant to be my revival.” A rematch—a chance to prove herself better than her lowest moment. She shook her head. “But I failed my physical exam.”
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It was not because of the IED injuries either. That was just what brought light to the state of her body.

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POSTED ON Jul 31, 2024 2:04:47 GMT

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ft. Lydia Magnusson

He would not get into a philosophical discussion with a patient— nor a semantic one.

Not during their first meeting anyway.

Instead, he nodded along as she recounted her tale— not a particularly rare one in the times of war they found themselves in, though her eagerness to return to the frontline was certainly... uncommon.

Collecting his hands beneath his chin, he hummed thoughtfully.

"I can see you proved those doctors wrong." He said, turning his gaze over to his arms briefly. "Though if I read correctly, you're still assailed by random bouts of phantom pain and weakness, yes?"

As one would expect from such debilitating wounds caused by such dangerous weapons; it was difficult if not impossible to fully recover from such a thing.

He leaned forward slightly.

"Did your arms cause you to fail the military's physical exam?" He suspected that they hadn't— and he was a worrier. He'd wanted to be wholly certain of how she was feeling.

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The blonde nods. “Oui.” Those first few weeks had been akin to walking through Hell itself. Her legs refused to obey her commands and each step was agony. Years spent sharpening her body into a weapon rendered worthless. “Against their advice.” But, by the time she’d clawed to the hilltop, the war had left her behind.
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Before responding, Lydia flexed her hands. “It is not phantom pain.” The woman rolled her shoulders back. “Active duty has taken a toll on me.” She was born with her mother’s strength but a doll’s frame.
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There is a pause as she mulls her next words. “It is the weakness that is dangerous.” A deep breath filled her lungs. “I lose feelings in my hands from time to time.” Most of these things were simply inconvenient. An upended cup of tea on the floor. A towel she had to bend to scoop off the floor. “People do not trust you with firearms when you drop them.”
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“Non.” She answered with a hint of resignation. “War took a toll on my body.” Joints worn far beyond their years. Muscles often pushed beyond the shattering point to allow her to keep up with people twice her size. “The…incident merely called attention to it.”

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POSTED ON Nov 8, 2024 2:14:12 GMT

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ft. Lydia Magnusson

He listened in silence as she explained, taking a few notes on occasion whilst nodding.

He knew plenty of veterans who would've done anything to recover from their injuries— few of them were as eager as the woman before him to get back into the battlefield, however.

Whatever drove this woman, it wasn't the sort of thing he could reason out of her.

"I see." He says, still writing. "I'll look through your records for your rehab information. I should be able to help, but rehab may prove essential to your complete recovery."

As her words came to a dramatic pause, he raised his gaze back at her, cocking his head slightly.

"The 'incident'?"

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The blonde nodded. She had despised her time in rehab. Or, to be more accurate, her body’s reluctance to go beyond what the doctors needed. As a bastard child, she’d always been driven to overachieve. It was not good enough to walk again. She had to run. Not only did she want to be back on the battlefield. Lydia wanted to be there and better. “You will have to reach out to Johto.”
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To say she’d followed up once landing here would be a bold-faced lie. Like a Patrat, she stuck her head in the sand. For such a logical woman, it had been a strange reaction. “I am fine with that.” It would be foolish to think a god’s power would come without cost. Nothing in this world was truly free. There was balance in all things. “Do you have a OT you can recommend?”
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The next question made her pause. Some part of her wanted to tell him to check her records, but it wouldn’t properly convey what had happened. Blue eyes turned dark and icy for a moment. The smell of smoke and burning flesh came back to her. The ringing of a thousand mocking church bells in her ear. The way her limbs felt when she was lit full of shrapnel.
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“I walked my men into an ambush in Johto.” It’d looked fine. Intelligence said the targets were unaware they were coming, but that’d been very The woman turned toward the window. “I was knocked out by an IED.” When she came to, she found a massacre. A leg was trapped under a collapsed wall. It’d been a mercenary who tugged out. The same man who’d told her it was a trap in the first place.
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There was nothing worse than an Axel Steele who knew he was right.

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