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The fact that she emerged from that gym battle victorious still stunned her. Then again, it wasn’t a battle, and she had practically nothing to do with it. That victory was all Marcus. It’d taken two washes to get the smell of smoke and angry lizard out of her clothes. The rings from the goggles had stuck around for a few hours after.
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Now, standing in front of the sanctuary, Aubre’s eyes gazed to the now still exterior. The evidence of the obstacle course was gone. Where there had once been spectators were open patches of dirt. It’s almost like you took the entire soul of the place with you. The news that Alexei had lost his gym—though it’d certainly been framed differently—made her frown.
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Still, today wasn’t about that. The doctor was here because something had been spreading through the man’s Pikipek aviary. It sounded like a new strain of bird flu, but that wasn’t a certain. In place of her last outfit, the doctor wore her white coat and some Skitty-patterned scrubs. A nametag had been shoved into the front pocket of her shirt.
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A deep breath took her to the steps of the aviary. Above her shoulder, a bright pink Jumpluff bobbed with an eager smile. There, she saw Alexei. Just don’t mention the gym.
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A scarred hand raised in greeting as she raced up the last couple of steps. “I came here as soon as I had an opening.” She took a deep breath. “Can you tell me more about what’s going on, Alexym?” Her cheeks turned red. Good job, Aubre. Let’s just twist the knife. Aubre bobbed her head. “Alexei.”

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✦ Here to help the poor babies

BY GUNSMILE

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Meanwhile…

He’d had to take one of the haz-mat suits out of storage; because of the information that had been passed to him—that a vast majority of the Pikipek and Trumbeak had gotten sick with something and he didn’t know what it was!

(Even the staff members who were well-versed with treating sicknesses were stumped at this new ‘strain’.)

The feathers were molting en masse from the ones that were sick, and the few that hadn’t gotten the unknown strain had been temporarily moved into another aviary for the time being…

And one of the unfortunate avians that had gotten sick was Sam, the shiny Toucannon and leader of the Bird Mafia™ himself.

“You can call me Alex,” he said through the mask he had on, opening the door that led towards the ‘isolation’ aviary where all the sick ones had been moved to in the meantime.

“Alright, so… they’ve been molting non-stop, for one thing. Some of them don’t like being touched, while others… well, some of the others have turned outright hostile and have been blasting one another with Bullet Seeds, like they’ve gone crazy or something. Normally they only do that on command, and when Sam asks them to.”

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POSTED ON Jul 12, 2024 2:40:18 GMT

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Her brain conjured up a dozen possible responses. Maybe he’d yell at her for being insensitive. Or, worse, look hurt that she’d opened a fresh wound. Her brain conjured up a dozen possible responses. Maybe he’d yell at her for being insensitive. Or, worse, look hurt that she’d opened a fresh wound. But, instead, he brushed right past the guffaw. That or he was very good at hiding it. Cheeks red with embarrassment, the redhead nodded. “R-right, of course.” Her words were filled with self-admonishment. “You said that last time.” And here she was making him waste time repeating himself. “Alex.” Again she said his name, quieter and more insistent.

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She follows dutifully behind as Alexei leads her into the isolation ward. There is no sense of fear as they approach the aviary. A rather odd thing considering these birds had tried to blast her head off a week ago. But she didn’t fear them like Cassieopea. They were just doing a job. It wasn’t malicious. At least not as far as she knew.
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As he finished his description, Aubre paused thoughtfully. She mulled over the symptoms like a sommelier might a fine wine. “I think the anger is just a symptom.” That wasn’t the right way to put it. But that earlier gaffe left her feeling unbalanced. No duh, moron. He just said that. Aubre shook her head. “I mean it’s a result of the problem and not a cause.” A bit of levity snuck its way in. "I get pretty grumpy when I'm sick.”
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Her eyes lifted to the next door. She could see a few Pikipek silhouettes behind it. There was even a bright yellow warning placard on the door. “Has anyone looked at the feathers under a microscope?” Maybe it was some kind of parasite? Would the end give them any clues? “What about environmental changes?” It was possible an unwanted guest had snuck in. Certain poison-type secretions could turn flying types into plucked chicken.

Her eyes drifted toward a window. “How are they handling the construction?”

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BY GUNSMILE

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POSTED ON Jul 16, 2024 6:43:19 GMT

“At the moment the medical staff is still trying to figure out what exactly is causing the premature molting,” he would hum quietly before opening the door to the isolation ward.

“It doesn’t seem to match any kind of known avian disease that exists so far.”

Oh, no. What if this place became ‘ground zero’ for a new disease strain and it was too late to stop them? The good thing was that they’d taken precautions to isolate the sick avians from those that didn’t manifest signs of the unknown viral strain spreading through their number.

“Other Flying-types aren’t seemingly affected, but.”

He turned in the direction she was facing, observing one of the temporarily-closed windows that allowed the aviary occupants to fly in and out of the aviary without interference.

“I think I recall seeing… you remember the time everyone started falling sick because of those disgusting mochi?”

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POSTED ON Jul 31, 2024 2:32:22 GMT

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The redhead nods. The gears in her mind are already whirring. Though they keep stuttering about her own feelings of inadequacy, She flexes her gloved hands, relishing the feeling of tightness in her fingers. It was like a knight’s armor for her. When she’s wearing this, she’s no longer a chicken-hearted fool. She’s a doctor.
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Aubre takes a deep breath. Here’s hoping you can actually prove useful then. Realizing she hadn’t actually said anything, the ginger smiles. It’s tight. “Well, let’s hope a few bald spots are the worst of it.” And it didn’t exactly sound reassuring. But it was the truth. Feathers grew back with the right nutrition. A new disease? That’s the last thing Hoenn needs. But these words she doesn’t voice. To do so would be like spitting in the face of some good. It’d be just daring them to play along.

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“Diseases do present in a lot of ways. It could just be something that hasn’t manifested in Pikipek before.” Or, at the very least, not well documented. Her eyes lifted to the shuttered window. The doctor’s heart twisted. “Poor things…” Birds were meant to fly and be free. To have their world narrowed like that? It’d be pretty distressing.
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At the talk of mochi, Aubre’s stomach reacts with a visceral churn. Dark green eyes turn dark as she recalls the purple discs. The way they were forced into their mouths. The rank smell of her own breath against the mask. “Yeah.” She laughs. It’s a little deranged—more a nervous noise than anything joyful. “It’s kind of hard to forget."

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They’d tasted like rotten, corrupted peaches. She’d never touch a pecha again.

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But what did that have to do with this?
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“Were the—?” The word Megalopans died on her lips. “Did their water get contaminated?”

Considering it gave her superpowers, balding birds seemed like child’s play.

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