HELLDIVERS

EXCURSION: GC A with Thomas Benoit

For his part, Doug was always happy to spend some time with a mentor— but even a bar would've been preferable to the massive hole in the ground left by the ice dinosaur.

"Does AQUA member stand for freelancer?" He grumbled, posture less than appropriate as he marched behind Thomas, arms swinging like bundles of lead. "Why am I getting deployed in scouting missions?"

Probably not a good idea to complain to dahlia goode about having his time wasted, though.

"I had promised to do a shift at Dewford General... Gonna have to be a night shift." He grunted, dragging his hand down his face.

Goodbye, sleep and rest. He hardly knew ye.

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TL;DR:Hi mentor. Let me complain for a bit.

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CULL THE HERD

With Eris Halla.

Maybe Homer Simpson had parenting all figured out after all.

Doug's jaw tensed at the question, the movement of his adam's apple foretelling the chewing out that was to come.

But it just died in his throat before ever coming out, his shoulders rising and his hands gesticulating as if he were rehearsing his words, stopping himself each time from saying a less than perfect version of his message.

In the end though, his shoulders sagged, his eyes rolled, and his arms fell to his sides as he clicked his tongue.

"No. Not unless you want them to." He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, looking both tired and frustrated.

Unlike Eris, Doug hadn't seen the footprints before. And seeing them did little for miffed self.

Mysterious, unidentified pokemon and legendary pokemon were often one and the same in Hoenn.

A deep, unsettling sense of discomfort rose in the pit of the young medic's gut, his lip curling south. The longer he stared, the more gnawing the discomfort became. He could feel goosebumps rising along his skin...

Slowly, he reached into his bag for his a recorder.

"We shouldn't stick around here." He said suddenly, frowning. "This area registered abnormal levels of Dream activity."

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TL;DR:
-"Why even bother" thought a moody doug.

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GC EXCURSION B

With Yuina Higashi

"You wish, cadet." He said with a click of his tongue, reaching up to tip his ha— Oh right, he didn't wear those as often anymore...

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The day of Hitoshi Inoue's reckoning... was yet to come.

With his hand left grasping for empty air, the youth pursed his lips and frowned at nothing in particular.

"... Well, s'long as your pokemon listen when you point them at something, we should be fine." He said, hand dropping back to his side as he gave her a side glance...

Before blinking up at the big boy she had brought out, craning his head back slightly.

"Uh. Nice catch." He said, scratching at his cheek. At her question, he blinked her way, before grinning. "Yeah, sure."

His smile curled slightly, gaining a cheeky edge.

"Don't cuddle up too close though, we're working'ere."

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TL;DR:
We ride.

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St. Jude

With illeana reyes

"The energy levels are— Uuuhwaaahhh...— they're low, doc." He said between yawns with a hand over his mouth, using the petering amount of fuel he had left in the tank to make a crack. "Let's hear what the analyzers think, though."

Unfortunately, boundless energy wasn't in his powerset— It was in MATIAS SILPH', the lucky bastard.

Sitting down to get his syringed, the surgeon wasn't too affronted by the tools of the trade on the platter, well acquainted with each and every one of them by now.

Not to mention syringes started looking almost cute after being stabbed enough times.

"Sure am, Doc. Hit me up." He said, extending out his arm. "How's life with Palkia anyway? S'they a chatty one?"

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TL;DR:
Making small talk while getting needle'd.

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What's up, Isaac Merlo.

Doug was staring at a camera when Isaac came to himself, occasionally glancing back to the other man whilst squinting.

"_{—protracted, delayed hypertrophy induced by—}" He could be briefly heard muttering into his recorder, his motormouth voicing his thoughts as he worked to deduce the many chemical and biological mechanisms that had been involved in Isaac's miraculous hyper recovery.

Avatar powers could be considered magic, but they generally interacted with entirely normal human bodies. Specially the likes of healing abilities, though the catalyst was 'magic', the fact that chemical and biological reactions were occurring was undeniable.

At Isaac's slurring, the medic snapped out of his thoughts, clicking on his recorder as he turned to the other man.

"Because I am amazing at my job." He boasted bluntly, pulling up a seat near the bed.

Mercifully for Isaac, all the excess, putrid tissue that had been carved out of him had been stored away, and the room had been aired out and re-sanitized by the Orbeetles.

"I think." He said after a moment. "Still workin' it out, but I think it's a pretty good hypothesis in the meanwhile."

Humility aside.

"Procedure was a success, by the way." He scratched at his cheek, looking over Isaac's bulked up form. "... More than a success, really. Garo? Mirror."

A mirror was fetched from the surgeon's bag, hovered before Isaac for the man to see.

"Ya sure are lucky. Life saving and cosmetic surgery all-in-one for free." He snorted with a smirk, dropping his chin atop his palm. "How ya feelin', big guy?"

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Feel free to timeskip to Isaac waking up, Wanderer!

Nursing

With Elise Calcifet

"No need to apologize; you were referred to me, after all." He said, leaning against the counter as the ambassador filled in the paperwork.

"There's a number of training officers in staff; we can set'cha up with one of them as needed." He mused, before pursing his lips. "Though if Michael Navidson referred ya to me, maybe I should take a lil' more responsibility..."

He didn't really have the kind of time needed to train someone into a competent nurse, though.

"Maybe I could draft you into my battalion once you've been through basic training?" He offered, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning his head atop his palms as he spoke. "Ya could complete yer AIT and specialized training under whichever one of my specialty chiefs suits ya best."

Of course, she would first have to get through both Basic Medical training here, as well as basic military training, a.k.a. Bootcamp, once she joined his battalion... but she could learn of that particular surprise when the time was right~.

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TL;DR:
'ello, Elise.

MONSTER HUNTER

With Laurence Anderson

He gave his leather gloves a firm tug as he rose from his crouch, casually throwing it into his bag.

"Yup, that's definitely shit." He surmised as he held up the sample he had collected into a vial, lip curling brielfy at the sight before stuffing it into his bag.

Turning to his companion for the mission, former Head Ranger Lars Anderson, he nodded.

"Target's gotta be nearby. Shall we?"

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TL;DR:
Hi Lars!

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CULL THE HERD

With Eris Halla.

Eris Hala had taken the wrong turn.

That was what had landed her under an absolutely biblical stare.

"Does Isaac know you're here?" He asked, lips pursing as he placed his hands on his hips. "Does Navidson?"

If Isaac Merlo or Michael Navidson knew and he didn't, he was going to be pissed.

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TL;DR:
-Hell-o, Eris.

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RESEARCH STATION

With Isaac Merlo

He rested his head against the cool steel of the station, body loosening atop a bench as his eyes shuttered closed.

Running around such a massive crater burning shit to the ground wasn't particularly tiring work, but it was compounding with his endless self-assigned shifts in the emergency ward.

He could really use a power nap... or a 10 hour coma—

"Oh. Hey." He said suddenly, rolling his head over to gaze at his hitherto unnoticed companion.

Shit, he was really out of it.

"You're really big for such a short guy." He blatantly tangented, half lidded, tired eyes blinking slowly at one Isaac Merlo.

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TL;DR:
Hi Big small handsome man.

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RESEARCH STATION

With ollie morales

He tugged onto the dark leather of his gloves. They fit more snugly now... Oh yeah, he was getting back into his mojo.

"My arsonist mojo." He mused out loud, turning to his companion for this particular episode of 'harassing the rockets'.

It felt like a bit of waste to have a Head Ranger doing this kind of work. Wasn't much better to make a surgeon help, either.

Oh well.

There were several ways to tackle a Rocket encampment/research station.

The medic preferred the one that set rockets back to square -1.

"Ever did some controlled burnin', Mr. Morales? This work's kinda like that, but the forest's tries to punch ya sometimes." He quipped the man's way cheerfully.

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TL;DR:

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GEOLOGICAL SURVEY

With freya morningstar

"It's kinda cute." He mused outloud while crouched besides their little drilling drone, petting it like a pet as it's programming loaded up.

Rising back to his feet, he half turned to his partner for the mission...

Councilwoman Freya Morningstar.

He gave her an unimpressed, yet supremely amused look.

"Y'all are just allergic to yer desks, huh?"

Hoenn's leadership's continued, spirited attempts at endangering their own lives never failed to frustrate and amuse in equal, defeated measure.

May paxton concordas 's peace of mind rest in peace.

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TL;DR:

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Unlock Stellar Tera-Type.

GC EXCURSION A

With Yuina Higashi

"Been a while since I've been given such missions." He observed dryly, looking over the great crater whilst tugging onto his leather glove, the dark fabric a bit unfamiliar to him after several months of disposable latex.

Destroy Rocket stations to impede their investigations into the Chasm.

Honestly, it sounded like a Greyson Connors or MATIAS SILPH kind of mission now, but less than a year ago he hadn't been too far behind Matias in his willingness to stick it to rocket, with perhaps a little more precision.

Half turning away from the chasm, he faced his companion for this first of many campaigns against rocket structural integrity.

"How's your pokemon handling?" He asked Yuina simply, hand on his hip. "Think you'll be fine?"

They may face resistance after all, depending on how lucky they were.

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TL;DR:
Mission start!

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