Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
Nyeh, What's Up, Doc? [S]
POSTED ON Jan 14, 2024 16:30:02 GMT
Nyeh
He watched Isaac pass out with a hopefully confidence instilling, not terrifying smile on his face.
The moment the former blonde was out like a light, however, it vanished, his lip curling as he rubbed at the back of his neck.
"... Garo, seal the door." He ordered, prompting the Orbeetle to shift the visitor's couch in front of it. "Soundproof the room too. I don't need distractions right now."
As Garo went about that, Doug discarded his jacket, throwing it away before fetching a brand new pair of disposable gloves. Then, he reached into his bag for a hairnet and a facemask.
"Sanitize me."
To be clear— Doug had no idea of what exactly he would need to do once he opened up Isaac. A body that was putrefying from the inside, but was still alive... what the hell was that about? Every day, avatar powers became more ridiculous.
He had an inkling of an idea of how to approach it. He had believed Isaac's eye would be the first test run of the Body Restoration Procedure he had developed in Galar... but it would be his putrid innards instead.
"Well, if it works here, it'll work anywhere." He grumbled, tugging at his neck. as he grabbed several other pokeballs.
Soon, the entire room was filled to the brim with Orbeetles.
"You. Keep a read on his vitals." He said, pointing at one. "You, full body scan at all times. You, use the smartphone and film—"
One by one, each Orbeetle was assigned a task.
"Garo. You compile, assemble and distribute all the information everyone else has gathered as needed. You and I will need to pour into written and digitized form later." He wasn't about to depend on his brain to somehow make sense of everything.
He had super computer bug scanners with him and the perfect subject— he was going make a magnum opus out of this.
"Had to be an avatar too..." He muttered, scratching at the side of his head as he prepared for work.
Reaching into his bag for a military recorder, he set it on the bedside table, starting it up.
"Audio log entry 102, Date: ———, —————, 2023. Dr. John Douglas Sullivan speaking: First Vivisection of an avatar—"
FERNANDO SILPH better not ask him for anything more ever again.
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