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FARHAN BHANJI (CO-OP RVL)

POSTED ON Mar 21, 2023 2:33:53 GMT

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The ginger stared down at her screen. The first half made her smile. She'd gone to the hot springs before to try and soothe her cursed scars. While it deadened the pain a bit, it always reappeared once she died off.

The man on the screen--or at least his smile--makes her think of her dad. A cloud of sadness passes over her face before she gets to her choices. None of these were particularly optimal, but she certainly had little desire to declare undying love to a kindler. Not that there was anything wrong with that career! It was just too much fire for her!

So, while not wholly accurate, she picked the option that implied she was here to fix something.

[❤️ I need to cure my IBS.]

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MECHANICAL KINGDOM: ATGAP

POSTED ON Mar 20, 2023 17:58:07 GMT

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The Parabolic Charge seemed to do the trick—even if the creature was driven by kinetics and not electricity. Its wingbeats slowed noticeably. Aubre’s heartbeat sped up. But it didn’t look like it bought them enough time to get the arbalest set up. Though not the strongest physically, Aubre tried to make herself useful. She pushed gears and debris out of the way, so the feet of the device could be leveled. Her eyes helped make a few minute adjustments.

Across the way, the bird’s swoop drew closer to the woman trapped behind a rock. The poor woman must feel like a Rattata under a Talonflame’s shadow! That red clockwork eye ticking down the seconds to destruction. Her feet skidded in the gravel as she staggered back to the machine. Frustrated tears threatened as she tried to think of anything she could do to help. We aren’t going to make it on time! This is your fault. All those Pokemon and you can’t think of anything? Even they thought she was just a spare tire. They probably forgot she existed.

Before the doctor could react to the incoming impact, Aurelie’s Gallade dove into the fray. A sigh of relief erupted as the Gallade managed to parry the beast away. It looked like they’d get a second shot at this, well, shot. With death a bit less imminent , the redhead managed to school her brain into some semblance of order. “Alastor.” The lizard jerked his head up, his normally cheeky expression somber. “Can we try another Parabolic Charge?"

The bird, now recovered, made another dive. With a loud call, the Helioptile hit it with another beam of electricity. This time, he kept it going, even as it made his ears stand on end. The whirring of the gears slowly jerked to a crawl, the flapping no longer a show of mechanical grace. Unable to hold itself aloft, the creature clumsily landed on the ground. The electricity cut off, the little reptile panting from his exertions.

With the Corviknight further slowed and disoriented, Aubre hoped she bought enough time to strike. Its muddied, scorched face turned away from the isolated girl and towards the other three. It shrieked, the noise reminiscent of an unoiled flywheel.

She moved to hover her hands over the arbalest, wanting to help adjust its aim but not trusting herself to do it. “I think we might want to shoot now.” While she felt bad about harming even a fake creature, the Corviknight stood between her and her daughter. The attraction between which not even Arceus himself could tear apart. “I’m not certain we’ll get another chance.”

Not that she was ever certain of anything.

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Running Interference

POSTED ON Mar 10, 2023 2:02:56 GMT

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With the strange look he gave her, Aubre wondered if something was amiss. Is there something on my face? Al would have said something, right? Self-consciously, the doctor lifted a finger to her nose. But the gesture revealed little. She hadn’t suddenly spouted a hooked nose or blown a blood vessel. While it unnerved her, the redhead did not intend to comment on it. Reading too much into things was her thing, and this poor man had already suffered a rough morning.

If the lack of a surname bothered her, the doctor didn’t show it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Archer. Even if under less than auspicious circumstances.” Hopefully, Leon would not read too much into a few hundred dollar charge at an ice cream store. For all she knew, he could interpret it as the cravings of another pregnancy or some calorie-driven marker of depression. Sure, she was the paranoid one, but her spouse could be overprotective. Which is why the idea of explaining the situation did not come to mind. “I’m Aubre.” She gestured to the Pokemon at her side. “This is Alastor, and this little gremlin is Serena.” The latter waved. The former did not.

Instead, he began to scribble on his paper. A single word meant to jab a thorn in this ne’er-do-well’s side. ‘Doctor.’ It said when he flipped. A title his sister had earned, thanks. A gentle prod from a sneaker made baby blues roll upward.

The comment made Aubre blink. “A—a sainthood!? I’m not—I did not do anything—I was not trying to—” Her words flowed over one another like waterfalls as she clamored for a response. Her cheeks flared red. Was he calling her judgmental? Oh, Arceus, she hoped not. The last thing she wanted to do was make anyone feel small. “I’m sorry.” When in doubt: apologize. At her side, Alastor sighed.

Why did you do it, Aubre? Because you're a Grade-A sucker, right?

Luckily, the accepted invitation helped soothe the awkwardness. Apparently, the idea that this was a debt situation was as foreign to her as her selflessness was to Archer. “You don’t owe me anything.” She chewed at her lip. It wasn’t like the money was hers] anyway. If he owed anyone, it was whoever approved the credit card. “That’s not why I did it,” Aubre reassured him.

With a final soft smile, the redhead moved toward the food court. “Do you think is a good spot? I mean the carousel is close. I just don’t want people to think I’m—you know.” People assumed the worst about people in children’s areas. Alastor scrambled up onto the tabletop and grinned. From this angle, he could see the blowhard glaring at them. He scribbled on the notebook, turning it to the three around him. ‘It’s perfect.’

With a grunt, she managed to open the first carton. She laid its top on the table. “Do you want to try some?” Personally, the red was too gory for her brain—even if she knew it was strawberries.

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I Need Healing (Mission)

POSTED ON Mar 9, 2023 4:37:57 GMT

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When the young man exhaled in relief, Aubre found an unexpected smile on her face. Even though her heart pounded in her chest—and her hands shook like leaves in a hurricane—her soul wished no harm to the creature in front of her. Which, while she’d known that deep down, came as a comfort to her. The attack’s impact seemed to twist her back more than her soul.

She could feel the dog’s ember eyes on her. Even if she didn’t look his direction—looked anywhere else, in fact—it made the hairs on her arms stand at attention. Focus on the fur. It’s like velvet. The table is cool against your palms. Nothing like that dumpster that night, right? The rumbling beneath her hands threatened to crack the wet plaster of her composure. He’s just saying he understands. Take it easy. Deep breaths. Her breath emerges in a shuddering exhale.

“I fear it’s hard for a Scyther to be seen as anything else.” Her hands tightened around the large needle. “I can’t imagine going through life amputating people with handshakes.” In all honesty, while she fantasized about being a Pokemon as a little girl, the idea was rather terrifying. The responsibility she had now was more than enough without adding mastery of the elements to the list. The talk of pickpocketing drew a sigh. “People are desperate.”

That felt overly simplified. “Well, more of them are. It really is unfortunate.” Every tale like this made Aubre’s heart yearn for home. Galar was not perfect, but it was nowhere near as messy as here.

At the talk of training, the redhead laughed. The noise was stilted and awkward. “Pokemon are perfectly capable of training themselves.” A flattering lie humanity told itself. It was likely comforting. The growl from the Houndoom paused her movements. For a moment, the redhead froze.

A moonless night. Burgeoning storm clouds over here. The deep, hidden growl of a very angry creature. Her free hand tightened until nails threatened to break her skin. Again, her Heliolisk came to the rescue, jerking on her pants leg. “Still—ah—still—” A deep breath broke through. “I’m glad everyone seems to be mostly in one piece.” And, if she stopped being so pathetic, the hound would be in that number again.

Talking helped distract her. She just needed something to speak about. “Have you been rangers long?” The thread pulled tight, the flesh hidden beneath a curtain of velvety fur.

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POSTED ON Mar 6, 2023 16:04:31 GMT

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She'd had a dream like this once. Though it'd been her husband duplicating.

Chewing on her lips for a moment, the redhead pondered the choices. It certainly was good to go with the monster you knew, but that still meant being with a monster.

Not to mention the crowd had chosen to assault that particular being.

Not to mention making a choice would only cause more strife. So, gingerly, she selected the only option that didn't start a black hole war.

[❤️ Deny them both.]

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Lion King's Mending

POSTED ON Mar 4, 2023 10:01:16 GMT

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He intended to challenge the Elite Four? Well, it would be quite a trek to include her father among them. Then, a lightbulb went off. “Oh. I’m sorry, Mister Devlin! He is not working here.” While not as prominent as it once was, the hint of a Galarian accent could be detected in the doctor’s words. “I apologize for the misunderstanding.” She took a deep breath. “He’s still in Galar.” Which, in truth, struck her as miraculous. Every time she spoke to him, he spoke about retiring and moving to be closer to her and Michaela. “Though, he does keep promising to drop by. Now that the dome’s gone anyway.”

Being separated from him—by something, her boneheaded husband had done—hurt. So, while she knew she’d protest her parents abandoning home, some part of her hoped they’d hurry over. To be honest, she was surprised he hadn’t tried to beat the dome down.

Still, that did not mean the gym leader did not deserve some details. And, Aubre adored talking about her poppa. In terms of personality, he was somehow the most selfless being she’d ever met. “He does most of his work with grass-type Pokemon.” Though, unfortunately, he also had an Arcanine. “His Venusaur—Beau—is one of the biggest I’ve seen. Which just makes Suzie mad.” For such a juggernaut in the ring, her father’s starter was a shy, withdrawn creature. Without the Bellossom hiding in her leaves, Aubre doubted anything would ever get done.

When Aslan confirmed he desired this, the judgmental air diminished. While she would not choose to run in a race—or to throw herself back into a flaming alley—not everyone was a coward like her. “Running may be difficult, but the other two are feasible.” Aubre paused for a moment, leaning down to Aslan’s level. “If you push yourself too hard, you could undo all the progress you’ve made.” A pause followed as the doctor waited for her words to sink in—her gaze briefly flicking to Josh’s darker one. “So, dial things back if it really starts hurting.” It kind of made her think of the tortoise and the hare—if the latter had lost due to a trick knee.

As she turned the limb in her hands, Aubre would occasionally press down. Carefully, she watched the lion’s face for a reaction (and not only because he might set her on fire). “Well, things seem to be progressing well.” The movements felt a little stiff, however. “We could try a flotation tank—which, for a fire type, can be a bit uncomfortable.” The doctor paused. “Or, we can start with some stretches.” She turned to Devlin. “It’s up to you."

Turning toward the match, Aubre smiled. “It looks like it, yes.” The ginger-haired girl watched as the challenger walked up to the plate. “Most of your challenges are racing-oriented, right?” Her father preferred to do things in a classic fashion.

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Ranchside Manner

POSTED ON Mar 4, 2023 9:50:29 GMT

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The redhead watched the Audino and Michaela interact with a hint of trepidation. Though her reservations had nothing to do with the Pokemon and everything to do with Michaela. Satisfied her daughter would not be causing irreparable harm, Aubre turned back to Thomas. “They really are quite sweet—” Aubre murmured to the older man with a small smile. “Though, I’ve met a few that were quite the opposite.” It kind of reminded her how heartless some nurses could be. The ones who’d mocked her injuries and ignored her pain for hours on end.

Realizing what she’d said could be misconstrued, Aubre hastily moved to correct herself. “Certainly not any from here, of course. Just—just in general.”.Green eyes lifted to give the farm a once over. Everywhere she looked, Pokemon seemed to be at peace. A few Wooloo grazing in the corner. The serene, plodding steps of her dinosaur friends. A couple of tussling fluffballs in the distance. “If I were a Pokemon—literally, not in the humans are descended from Pokemon sense—I’d want to be here.”

Before answering Thomas, Aubre would take a moment to toy with a loose string on her shirt. “I may be paranoid, but I’ve seen too much evidence to think my mind’s playing tricks on me.” She shuddered. “Whatever they’re using, it’s cruel.” But, doubtlessly, it was also both affordable and effective. It was not as if they cared about the creatures they hurt. In response to the offer, the doctor nodded. “Poppa asked an old friend to look into it for me, but extra eyes couldn’t hurt.” Especially with all the people who were fans of the former Elite Four.

Figuring that’d been enough about conspiracy theories for one afternoon, Aubre turned fully to Thomas. “And how has your work been, Mister Benoit? Any progress?”

Michaela would report later that the hug had been ‘pleasant’ and ‘acceptable.’ At the moment, she was too busy squeezing the pink ball of fluff to do anything. When they broke apart, the ivory-haired girl watched the bird with no small degree of jealousy. “Hmph.” The bird, meanwhile, let out a trilling whistle as he was bundled into the Audino’s arms. In this, Ricardo learned two lessons:

Having your wings crushed against you was unpleasant—even if it was by a lovely lady
This little healer certainly had ample cushioning

After a moment, the Oricorio broke off the hug. His head inclined in a shallow bow of thanks as Dede stepped back. Truly all of this nonsense had been worth it! He remembered a woman’s embrace. A cough from Aubre drew both his and Michaela's eyes upward. The girl curtsied to the fairy type with a grumbled, "Thank you."

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Crash Landing [M]

POSTED ON Mar 4, 2023 4:30:13 GMT

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Aubre turned her eyes heavenward, contemplating the appearance of the sunset stars. “They navigate via magnetism typically. Well, that and gravity.” Her gaze shifted to the forest around them as if expecting an ACME magnet to appear. Fortunately, all she saw were trees, more trees, and overgrown grass. Her hand lifted to tuck a strand of red back into its nest. A sigh pushed its way past her hip. “I would guess Meteno’s to blame.”

Even with a second opinion, the redhead couldn’t quite decide what to offer. It’s important, right? I mean they’ve never tried any earth food before. What if f if you give them something gross? She shook her head. Honestly, Aubre doubted the kind of berry really mattered. No matter what it was, they’d probably find it weird. So, in the end, she grabbed one of the dried Cheri berries at the bottom of her bed. “At the very least, it should get them hovering again.” Emerald's eyes dropped to where Johana cradled one of the star Pokemon. "Hopefully, that will stop any damage to their organs."

The little ball of red was slid toward the Minior’s mouth. “It’s all right.” It looked at her suspiciously, its mouth pressed into a thin line of light. “I won't hurt you. I’m just trying to help.” Her words were foreign to the little rock type, but it could feel the good intentions. So, with a bit of reluctance, it opened its jaw. It crunched the berry, its eyes widening as it sampled its first bit of juice. “How’s that?” The blue of its skin turned darker, pulsing before it settled on a bright yellow. A question from the gym leader made Aubre wince. Oh dear. She’s going to think you’re a horrible parent. We both know Mchaela—Mikky—has an issue with manners.

Before she can ponder that more, however, the Minior in her arms lurches back to its figurative feet. “MIIII!” Judging by its expression, it quite enjoyed the choice. Grabbing another berry from the compartment, she went to offer it to Johanna. But a certain toddler pushed her arm out of the way.

Michaela blinked at Johanna, her little lips pressed into a familiar frown. She seemed almost offended that this stranger did not know of her and her partner’s greatness. “Mikky’s my friend—” Her hand dropped to the toy satchel at her side. From it, she pulled a classic Pokeball. “And he’s way cuter than a stupid rock.”

“Mikky, you can’t just—no one—you should not insult people like that! It's rude.” In response, the toddler murmured something that could have been an apology. But before it end, she’d picked up Mikky (2) and shoved him toward Johanna.

The Snom blinked up at Johanna. “Isn’t he the cutest?”

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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2023 4:19:40 GMT

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Without her husband to curb the urges, Aubre stretched herself a little thin. A big believer in karma—and the fact that she’d accidentally pissed off some god somewhere—she did all she could to help others. It didn’t help that a doctor had plenty of skills to be put to use. One day she was helping rehome baby Duckletts and the next she was standing in a sea of beached Wailords.

Though this last task felt particularly close to home. And, until it was dry, she intended to keep pumping her bleeding heart. As she stared out at the sea of blubber, Aubre recalled her first memory of a Wailord.

She and dad sat in front of Grandma and Grandpa Lavigne’s boat. Mothe sat near the back, watching her childhood home grow smaller in the distance. All of the sudden, rain seemed to burst from the robin’s egg sky. As the mist cleared, little Aubre gasped—the noise one of joyful awe. In front of them one of the world’s largest Pokemon cruised by. The remnants of its blowhole geyser fell around them like summer rain. Tiny hands waved at the behemoth and—in response—received a low bellow. Father laughed as he scooped her and balanced her against the boat’s front railing.

Once the nostalgia faded—and the guilt that came from smiling about it—the redhead set about her work. After a few cursory examinations, she found herself in front of a smaller Wailord. Beside her, a Marshtomp gently sprayed water onto the cetacean’s side. Before beginning her checklist, Aubre spared a moment to gently stroke the cetacean’s brow. Ignoring the state of her pants, Aubre dropped into the sand beneath the laboring creature. An Oran berry was slipped between its lips. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help.” Movement caught her eyes, which lifted towards Greyson.

“Good morning.” She gestured to herself. “I’m Aubre—Doctor McKenna.” She’d never get used to that title. Even after months of using it, she felt like an imposter. A nod was given the Marshtomp’s way. “This is Serena.” With that said, she turned to her checklist. “Can you help me get him upright?” That order made her feel useless and like an explanation was needed. Wailords were surprisingly light, but they were long. “None of my Pokemon are equipped to handle such—”

Well, she didn’t want to call the Wailord heavy. Even men could be offended by weight remarks, and she really did not want to add insult to injury and suffocation. “--well, they just need some help.” From her bag, she pulled out a bottle of zinc oxide. This she applied to the fin left out in the sun.

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Again, her choice did not match the majority. Aubre was not certain if this meant that she was being illogical or that some sort of mania had gripped the rest of the region.

As she read the new prompt, her cheeks flared red. Big green eyes flicked back and forth as if checking for spies. She certainly did not like this man. Any relationship where people spoke like this was toxic. But headbutting a man who had just dispatched a legendary like swatting a fly? That didn't seem advised. But kissing him or ripping his clothes off seemed one step too far.

So, maybe, a hug would do the trick?

[❤️ Hug him tight.]

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Others in Hoenn were apparently a lot more open to AI risk than her. [break][break]

If not for the possessiveness, the man's behavior could have been charming. Instead, his entire demeanor gave her goosebumps. At the talk of avatars, her lips pursed. What Pokemon would choose her for such an important task?

Very quickly the scenario shifts from threatening to perilous. A legendary Pokemon was about to attack them? Where was the calm the attacker down button or the kindly ask the Unown-D to transport you away switch? While tempted to play martyr, an attack like that would just leave both of them with holes through their torso.

Without those options, the doctor picked the least confrontational option.

[❤️ Ask Dionysus' Unown-D to teleport.]

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The text made a shiver run down her spine. While the environment would have been a beautiful thing to explore under normal circumstances, it was chilling now.

She had run into this man's type before. She remembered someone whispering honeyed words with that intent. The fact that they were alone did not bode well for either of them.

Obviously, physical attack was not her first choice. She did know self defense (thanks to her husband's insistence), but such actions would only escalate the situation. Angrily questioning him was nto likely to help either. She knew he'd brought her here. The way was not likely to be pleasant.

And flirting, well, she was worse at that than fighting.
[❤️ Run]

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The redhead reads the entry, her heart pounding. Something about this post seemed dangerous. Why did the game mention the fact that the coin had been slapped down? Why was a psychopathic serial killer making a face like that? [break][break]
In the real world, the redhead would likely have done a combination of the first two items. She would have tried to fish out the coin while apologizing profusely for something that wasn't her fault. But kneeling down and putting herself into a vulnerable position with this man seemed like a foolish idea. So, she left fishing the coin to the more courageous in this raid.
[❤️ Apologize Profusely]

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