"Here's to hoping he remains that friendly after the surgery, and away from the tracks as well." Brynnhildr allowed a small smile, then continued writing down the rest of the information the Mauville gymleader gave her about both his Pyroars. "We won't have to worry about riding him just yet, let us first focus on getting him back on his feet proper before we do anything else, alright?" By now it'd already gotten across how madly passionate both trainer and his pokémon were about racing--- which wouldn't come as such a surprise had she been more knowledgeable about the gym challenges, and Josh's gym in particular, but those were things she'd learn of later on.

"For now, how about we head back downstairs and get this paperwork filled in? We can go over the upcoming surgeries and the potential routes of rehabilitation once that's taken care of, and check back on Aslan while we're at it." she proposed, taking all the documents and heading for the door, gesturing for Josh to follow her.

By the looks of it, she'd have her work cut out for her.

~~ Two week later ~~

It had been a busy few weeks leading up to Aslan's surgery. Aside from frequent meetings with Josh Devlin to go over the details, and after pulling some strings, Brynn had managed to convince her superiors to express ship some of the newer equipment over to Lilycove hospital. Something the board of directors at the hospital had been doubtful about at first, afraid of the pricetag attached to it; yet they seemed eager enough once they realised they'd be given a discount as long as they agreed to a testing clause instead.

And now, the time had come. Aslan had been taken into surgery the day before, and Brynnhildr had, true to her word, remained with josh through it all. A good 18 hours had passed now, the surgery still in full session. She'd taken a break from the stark-white walls and the bright tl-lights to sit on the hospital's rooftop terrace, a cup of coffee keeping her warm in the morning chill. Beyond Lilycove's skyline the sun had started rising, ringing in the dawn of a new day, and hopefully, a successful end to the Pyroar's suffering.


Josh Devlin

"Oh, no worries, I just wanted to be sure. But it's good to know that you have another Pyroar handy, less so as a replacement but moreso for Aslan's potential recovery scheme." she nodded, making notes. It all depended on how competitive Aslan would be, but having some of his kin nearby would help, especially so if the Pyroar would end up slumping in its conviction. Man or mon, in the end neither liked doing things alone. Not unless there was a deeper reason to it.

She smiled when Josh mentioned Aslan being much like him; act first, think later. "And how is Aslan with strangers? Or veterinarians? One can never know how pokémon might act after such severe damage... it wouldn't be the first time they put blame on the one treating them for being the reason they're hurting. He might not be among those, but I'd rather make sure." she continued, looking at Josh. "After all, this isn't his comfort zone at all."


Josh Devlin

• player/ooc name: Aura
• character tags: Brynnhildr Erling , Yvaine Varron , Kyrenai Black , Galayne Valois
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): N/A
• ic posts for characters: Brynn, Yvaine, Kyrenai, Galayne
• are characters in directories?: Y
• any notes/comments: On to the next AC

"Then it will be up to you to keep his eagerness tempered while he recovers." Brynnhildr replied softly, crossing her arms and leaning against the table. "It's for the better if his willpower is as you say, but it will pose both an advantage and a disadvantage for exactly those things; his survivability may gain, but his recovery rate will suffer if we cannot keep him composed. And that is a task that'll befall you, Mr. Devlin. You'll be his lighthouse, but also his chains."

Aslan's competitive background only made her recall previous incidents, more specifically with different breeds of Tauros she'd once worked with. The need for the pokémon, and in some cases even their trainer's need, to get back in the game had more often than not spelled ill results. Though she knew -or so she hoped- that the gymleader was different in that regard; the way he reacted to all the news, the emotions entertwined with how he started to think ahead... at least he cared less about the performance rate of his pokémon, as long as his Pyroar could be healthy again.

The Unovan looked at Josh rather curiously when he mentioned another name; Simba. "Aslan won't be happy about it? Or Simba?" she asked, eyes still slightly focused on him while she arranged the signed documents in a binder. On second thought, she didn't quite wish to wait for the approval necessary to looking into the rest of the documents and planned surgeries. She wouldn't be part of those, but knowing the details would help her in preparing a proper regimen for the Pyroar to follow, and what equipment to book-- or maybe even fly in from nearby facilities. Perhaps she'd even be able to pull a few strings and have new equipment flown in from Castelia City instead. Once he'd finished explaining, Brynn followed up with another question. "Would you mind telling me a bit more about Aslan? His personality, some background information mayhaps, what he does around the gym and how he fits into your team? Apologies if it's rather personal, but I assure you this is merely so I can get an image of how who I'm dealing with, and how I must handle his recovery."




Josh Devlin

Forever grateful <3

The paperwork she'd given the elite ranger was returned to her rather quickly, which only drove home the fact that this Pyroar was far closer to the man than most other of his pokémon; a hunch she had, seeing how she herself had reacted when she'd lost her partners months prior. She smiled empathically and put the paperwork to the side, so she could take it to administration later on and finalize the details regarding her temporary employment. She'd be assigned to Aslan's case, and Aslan's case only, lest someone wished to hire her services as well.

"I know very well your pain, Josh. Yet you've been fortunate enough to have Aslan survive his wounds up until now-- he's a fighter, I can tell." she replied, listening to the man and his stories. She'd never owned a Pyroar; encountered a few in the past, yes, but not like this. They'd been wild ones, and needed a wholely different approach than those owned by trainers.

"Although his surgeries are tricky, I'm quite certain he'll pull through if he remains as tenacious as he has been up until now." Brynnhildr said, checking the files she'd been handed regarding the Pyroar's injuries; saying the surgeries were tricky were probably a major understatement. "I'll have to level with you here, though. Officially I'm here as a representative of Volta Inc; we specialize in machinery and equipment that aid in the rehabilitation of both human and 'mon, and the machine they had intended for your Pyroar was meant to be altered-- expect they messed up. Back in Unova I'm the head of production and helped design these machines; which means I have both the technical knowledge, but also the medical background for these kinds of situations."

She just wanted to get across that aside from knowing how to handle the machinery and so on, she also had the medical know-how and education to be allowed to handle the patients working with these machines. That she was more than just a technician with a business degree. Not a full-fledged doctor, but more than knowledgable, at the very least.

"Once Aslan's recovered sufficiantly, I would like to start treatment to strengthen his muscles again. Only once he's done that can we hope to start his actual rehabilitation on walking, and eventually running. But whether he'll ever be able to be ridden again solely depends on his own willpower to get that far." Her tone was serious, nearly spelling out that she would not allow any pushing to increase its limits. "We'll take things slowly, and if things pan out right, he will be running again in the long run. But you'll have to be careful that he doesn't overdo it; aside from the prosthetics, his muscles too will never be what they once were, and those liabilities will have to be taken into account even if he makes a full recovery."

The next, she spoke silently.

"If he ever relapses, chances are he'll never walk again." A sad, but harsh truth.



Josh Devlin

It was short notice, but she was literally the only one in the region qualified to fix this mess. After all, it had been her company that had provided the machinery to the Lilycove Regional Medical Center, but as the local IT staff had wanted to alter the interior ever so slightly to accommodate a patient in-then critical condition, had messed up the wiring, causing the internal hardware to crash. They'd tried contacting Volta HQ but much to their dismay, the issue was deemed too big to fix remotely. Someone had to come fix it by hand, and the soonest they could send someone of their own tech department over from Unova to do so would take a week at the very least.

So instead, like a reoccuring thing, they'd asked Brynn to go and see if she could check on things and potentially come up with a solution. Even though she could've used the vacation she'd actually was supposed to be on more than ever. Yet it had never been in her nature to turn down a request, and as such, she'd signed in on the hospital's guest list early morning. Since then, she's been working non-stop on rerouting the entire hardware and checking for any other malfunctions.

One of the nurses currently on break had joined her, chatting away about how busy the hospital had gotten recently. Yet, when the Unovan asked why they'd tried to alter the machine, the true reasoning came to light. A Pyroar had gotten critically injured, having drifted between life and death for far longer than they'd bargained for, and the alterations had been made hoping it would aid the large feline pokémon in speeding up its recovery. The Unovan perked. Although her career had taken a more technical turn, she'd still gotten her medical degree, which were crucial in resetting the machine. If it were to be used for a specific case, it would help her in knowing what exactly she was helping to treat.

"Would it be possible to see the patient in question?"

Although her involvement needed consent from the treating doctors and the Pyroar's trainer first and foremost, they'd allowed her to watch the Pyroar from behind the protective glass windows of his ICU room. She'd been shocked by the extensive damage, but in the end had not left for what should've been an hour now, mulling over all the potential ways she could help the poor thing if it survived its surgeries. Her guest badge was visible upon her chest, but she did not wear any attire that one would suspect from attending hospital personnel; not until she got the consent one of Aslan's attending doctors had set out on to get from Josh Devlin.

They'd brought the gymleader to her, in a small conference room closest to Aslan's ICU, only explaining the situation only briefly, and leaving Brynn to relay the rest.

"Mr. Devlin? Thank you for coming here, I doubt you'd like to stay parted from your Pyroar any longer than necessary." she started, extending her hand. "Brynnhildr Erling, nice to meet you. Though I'd wished it'd been in better circumstances, I'll not beat around the bush and get straight to the point," she said, eyes serious. For one she was glad that her work-minded focus completely overwrote her troubled mindset when she was on the job, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stay this serious. "The hospital called for my help in regards to equipment that will be used on your Pyroar if his surgeries are successful. The issue however is that this will require my presence and expertise on the matter, for which we need your written consent; as I am not affiliated with any hospital at this point. However, your attending doctors have deemed it will increase the odds of your pokémon regaining a better condition of life if I were to be involved."


Josh Devlin

"No no, please, don't be. You're quite right actually, in my humble opinion at least... If anything, we share the same views regarding it." she smiled kindly, turning towards Elaine. Now she'd moved to stand beside her, she could speak more softly, even with the ruckus having picked up around them. At least they were distant enough to the main masses to have their own moment of privacy. "They're gorgeous." And that was how she truly felt about it.

With Elaine introducing herself and her profession, Brynn nodded her head without realising and shook the extended hand ever so gently. The woman seemed injured enough as is; she didn't want to trigger anything worse, or unseen. "Brynnhildr Erling, VP and head of production at Volta Inc." Her company was still young, but it had risen rather quickly and cemented itself among the medical tech giants for their innovative ideas regarding rehabilitation tech and machinery. Yet she did not expect everyone to know of the Unova-based company; they had no branches in Hoenn just yet. That was what she had come here for... kind of.

For a moment her attention was drawn away from her conversational partner towards a strangely familiar tuft of blonde hair zooming past, but as she tried to look for whom it belonged to, she failed to find the face she'd hoped to uncover. Strange, how it left a pang of disappointment in her stomach. She would've loved to see the chivalrous police officer in a -to her- less dangerous environment, for a change. Alas, it did not seem to be.

"I'll admit, I'm normally indifferent to crowds like these... well, used to be, that is. After recent events they've made me feel at odds with myself. So this event in itself, being here. It's a challenge in its own right." It was a half-hearted smile, and she caught herself edging towards a mindset unbecoming of the situation. She shook her head softly, as if to clear her mind of said thoughts, and apologized."Sorry, uhm...," Music brought salvation to what would've been a moment of awkward, apologetic silence, and the Unovan gestured towards the hall where the music originated from. "Maybe we should have a look over there? I think I glimpsed seating arrangements when I passed by earlier. Might be a bit more comfortable?"


Elaine Highland

Tldr;
- Outfit, her mask, and the family heirloom
- Brynn introduces/reveals herself verbally
- Apologises for the potential tmi
- Sees mini-Gwyar Wledig goes nyoom
- Suggests heading for the seating area at the dance hall
- Spin-off thread go!

The Unovan was pulled from whatever depths her mindly thoughts had descended towards when a voice resonated behind her, mentioning not being the only one having gravitated towards the statues. She'd not been paying attention to anyone approaching, but managed to hide the hint of a startle upon hearing Elaine Highland speak, and turned around, shifting her attention from the sculptures to the red-haired woman beside her.

"Ah, yes... well, they're truly a work of art. It'd be a waste not to pay attention to them merely because they're functioning as decoration, don't you think?" she smiled, glancing back at the sculpture of a Swanna she'd been staring at. Well, now she couldn't space out anymore... then again, having someone to talk to wasn't a bad thing either. For a moment she wondered whether the woman in the red and black dress too had taken to this side of the room just to dodge the masses on the other side, but figured just blatantly asking about it wasn't the best way to continue the conversation.

"What do you think?"


Elaine Highland

Tldr;
- Outfit, her mask, and the family heirloom
- Asking Elaine about her opinion on the ice sculptures
- Gwyar Wledig for future swooping