[attr="class","light"]"memory loss?"

that's a bit odd. for someone who was a ranger you'd think they were on high alert every second. for something like that to have happened you would have to be in some drugged induced trance. "you don't recall a single thing?" it just didn't make any sense as he listened to his tale.

zenji would look to meowstic. "your pokemon, or rather meowstic, has to be with you every second no matter what." such a task called for a telepathic pokemon. looking to lucario an aura reading wouldn't get them anywhere. "this is a strange case." his last mission involved the abduction of pokemon. there were too many theories zenji could craft, but one that concerned him the most was this memory issue.

"did they ever solve the case?"
note: Raziel Beckett .

[attr="class","light"]zenji continued to watch at the interaction that occurred. the man's rotom seemed to hold some sort of familiarity with the individual known as "skid". from what he was witnessing, the pokemon seemed to belong to someone skid once knew? an assumption at this time. but he was certain some sort of reunion was occurring here. he just couldn't exactly follow the interaction.

zenji would nod in response to Billi Marsh's apology. "that's fine," zenji would look to skid, "a friend i presume?"
note: :sadge:

[attr="class","light"]that explained it.

so his data was in the league database. he was a bit lacking detail in his file, but nothing that really caused for concern or suspicion. "well, i hope we'll be able to work together in the field then," zenji would say with a soft smile. "considering the injury you're dealing with, i can safely assume it wasn't caused by meowstic from their desire to remain at your side."

which led him to his next question, "and your injuries? how did you receive those?" his soft expression quickly shifted into a steely one. depending on his answer, this might lead into an unpleasant comment received from zenji. being a ranger was a serious job, and with his injury? the last thing Raziel Beckett should want is to become permanently blind. just from those bruises the kid clearly needed to be reprimanded on taking better care of himself.

note: Raziel Beckett .

[attr="class","light"]there was a jut in zenji's brow. it was a small twitch that spoke loud enough for the currently silent zenji. he was not happy with this party. if there's one thing he hated it was being surrounded by a group. it secretly made him miss the life of being a frontier brain, he didn't have to deal with people. it was just him and his observatory.

oh how he longed for those days.

as zenji took a sip of his own alcoholic beverage. he'd come to set the drink down gently, "that just goes to your abilities are being recognized. all of you are an integral part to this facility, and now the league." that's right, when zenji won they were also winners. he saw potential in each and every single one of them.

avery jones , @sophiaharford , hendrix emmerson , and even bryan delarosa . though zenji may have his own primary goal, his second is to ensure the future is in good hands. the people before him have proved that. avery jones 's devotion and ability to raise and understand the nature of pokemon from the moment they're born exceed your average breeders knowledge. if there was anyone best suited for treating a pokemon illness, it was the mother of pokemon herself, avery jones .

then there was hendrix emmerson . his exuberant personality shines through his work. his heart is true and loud, just like the constant explosions that occur in his work as an engineer. just like avery jones he was an important cog in their gear. this facility could not operate properly without their head engineer.

and then there was bryan delarosa . he'd look over to the youth and only one thing came to mind. with a small smile, he'd think to himself, little shit. he had faith that, if not avery jones or @sophiaharford , he could lead this facility someday in the future in zenji's absence.

"i hope you'll all continue to work hard in my absence. i'll have to divert my time between the league and evol, but i'll be sure to not place one over the other."

note: @

[attr="class","light"]"that's quite alright."

zenji wore a small tendered expression. entering behind the pair was zenji's partner, lucario. together they would bow respectfully in return. "thank you for choosing us to take care of your pokemon, lucario will lead our friend here to the examination room." he would gesture for the pokemon to follow it.

had it chosen to do so. zenji would take a moment of razz's time to discuss a few matters; though, if meowstic refused, zenji was willing to speak in front of the service pokemon as well. regardless, zenji would say, "let's have a brief moment to talk before we begin." offering Raziel Beckett a seat across from zenji, he'd grab hold of a tablet.

"you're here today to renew meowstic's service identification, correct?"

onto his second question.

"have you had any issues i should be made aware of?"

now for the third.

"what do you do for work, mr. kingsman?"

while asking all of these questions. each answer would be written into his tablet. simultaneously, he made sure to take note of the noticeable injuries upon meowstic.

note: Raziel Beckett .

[attr="class","light"]the drampa was thoroughly nursed by the professor. his infected wound became sterile. their wing was no longer damaged.

"alright, be sure not to fly too much on it. you're still healing, but you should be good as new by tomorrow with enough sleep." he could entrust that the caretakers of this safari would ensure it. "alright, onto the next."

note: skipping, my dude!

[attr="class","light"]a sudden interruption captured the pair, mainly zenji, off guard. a rotom hovered before them. speaking to sobbing male. zenji, for now, did not have much to say. a neutral expression was worn upon watching the no-longer sobbing male interact with it. for now he'd remain silent watching the interaction occur between the pair.

note: :sadge:

[attr="class","light"]upon sending the little mouse pokemon off. a new pokemon would spawn just as zenji turned around. the pokemon was...very close to his face. zenji stared back at the one-eyed duskull. pondering on what exactly it wanted?

the duskull would then FRISK zenji. coming to notice the food he'd been carrying. it wanted some and began to levitate in a circle around the professor. "alright, alright. but first it's checkup hour, come here." he'd gesture for the duskull to come. thus did its examination begin. "well, considering you're already...dead? there's not much to really examine." he'd give the duskull one berry.

"i wanna take you home, there's more food where that came from. what do you say, duskull?" the duskull, with a merry attitude, would choose to come with the professor. so with a single pokeball, he'd gently tap the ghost-type upon the forehead. upon absorbing it the ball would shake, awaiting for confirmation of its entrapment.

note: catching, my dude!

[attr="class","light"]another day, another visit.

his body remained seated upon a stool. before him was a discovered covered in work. his next appointment was scheduled to arrive soon for their pokemon's checkup. while zenji waited, he would come to go over previous notes of other visitors and their pokemon. all recorded by avery herself.

"this will be their first visit, right?" he wasn't sure if he had seen this individual before or not. if he had, it must have slipped his mind. if not and he happened to be a new trainer, then good on him. zenji had been up all night working on some private research involving the study of ultra wormholes and the ancient ruins; he was studying their waveforms.

sadly, there was nothing new to uncover as of yet. so this was going to bother him for a bit. for now he'd come to dive his mind elsewhere, it was toward the knock on the door. "come in, come in," he said.

note: Raziel Beckett.

[attr="class","light"]another year, another visit.

to those who parted too early. zenji took it upon himself to visit the grave of those who lost their pokemon. he was a pokemon professor after all, it was his job. and now that he's become the region's next, top head scientist. it was his solemn duty to uphold this role more than ever.

even before he became head scientist of the league, he'd already been doing this in his spare time. it was his job, considering he was the one who gave the many their pokemon. he was the one who ensured their health and checked up on them from time to time. and whenever he heard of their passing? how could he not take it upon himself to memorize their owner, trainer, and grave plot.

that was his duty as someone dedicated to seeking out the truth. for what resided beyond this mortal body? no one knew. but zenji had a theory that whenever pokemon pass, they never really die. does he believe in this theory? who knows. it's just something he always told the broken to make them feel whole once again.

and this person before him (Skids Lawrence) was no different. upon closing his umbrella due to the pouring rain outside. he'd walk over to the fellow to take a seat alongside him. zenji made sure to keep their distance six feet apart.

"i can't stand the rain."

he started off. a random conversation starter, "it's wet, you smell if you get caught, and it takes forever to dry off." it was a nuisance, a pain in the ass really. "but i love it at the same time." zenji looked straight ahead. keeping not only his distance, but his gaze straight ahead. "i've never felt the need to cry, and that's probably because the rain does enough crying for me." that's right, zenji couldn't exactly remember a time he expressed such an emotion. did he even have the ability to cry?

"it's nice because there's little reason to cry when the rain is hogging all the depression," said zenji. his gaze would then shift to the corner of his socket. eyeing the weeping man, "so why do you cry?"

note: is it sad boy hours? poggers... :sadge: