it's not a remarkable talent.

in most people's eyes, it wouldn't be one.

in their line of work? maybe. adele veronesi is a secretary of little renown. the majority of their responsibilities fall to watching the comings and goings of league officials from the office. checking in when requisition files are handed over. making sure the i's were dotted and the t's crossed when they needed to document a new badge holder.

most forms came in typed.

others were drafted by hand. deciphering what that handwriting was, between the hasty scrawls of the elite that think the work beneath them and the stains from coffee or—well. pokemon, really—fell to them.

they don't ask for very much.

adele parses out what they can and files it, oftentimes without a word. this, though—they can't abide by. it'd been difficult enough to parse out the ' wilder ' from the rest of the name. they'd managed to pick that out with the right lighting and enough concentration.

but, the rest: they're hastily typing an email by the time the ranger arrives.

"ah, just—"

they think they have a chair. actually, maybe it's better that they just. another message is fired off and adele adjusts their fractured glasses. after a quick search of their files, they stand and gesture for scout to follow them to an open conference room. there was enough issues that needed addressing on fifty different cases that it might've merited a larger space.

it's once they get situated that they finally place their folders on the table and click their pen. black, to counter whatever color he'd settled on.

"could you hand me the first one? any of them."

SCOUT WILDER

It's Scout's great misfortune to have visited the main office of the League Headquarters one time before, when he had first enlisted and been sworn in. He considers it one time too many. Now, with this second visit? Every step he takes to follow Adele deeper into the desolate maze of cubicle desks and conference rooms feels treacherous, like the building is liable to swallow him whole, absorbing him into its sad gray laminated existence.

Adele sits down. Scout takes a shuddering breath and steps inside, but stays standing. He drops the stack of papers onto the table and grabs the first quarter to flip through and separate out the first form in its entirety.

Silently he passes it their way. At the top, it reads: Wild Pokemon Intake Initial Physical Examination Report.

adele veronesi