fen (mille)
dee/dem/der, they/them
twenty-one
march 9th
mossdeep city
aroace
office worker (cracker)
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Fenelle Miller
ultra plant: fn
POSTED ON Nov 21, 2024 12:28:14 GMT
[newclass=".emapkmn"]height:40px;width:40px;background:#2b2b2b;border-radius:100%;margin:0 5px;[/newclass][newclass=".emapkmnteam br"]display:none;[/newclass] Fenelle doesn't need sound to know the thunderous steps of the giant Stakataka - it's reverberating through the ground, after all, shaking it abruptly as they flee from their imminent death. Gladly, the giants are slow, too, and they could outrun them - figure out a safer place to rest. Still, as Fenelle looks back, dee thinks that dee can still see its silhouette.
Dee freezes momentarily upon seeing the other's wound, having fortunately not caught anything demself by dumb luck. Der hands flail slightly, gathering what to help - as if spending time on a loading screen before the knowledge about treating wounds kicks in again. "Yeah, I wonder if the documents are still in there ... well, the tablets' are likely gone, but the paper could've survived," dee thinks while rummaging in der small bag for the even smaller first aid kit.
Truly just for emergencies - a bold move considering their trip to an Ultra Wild. Dee really needs to stock up on pokémon who could heal. "Here, allow me to put some disinfectant on it," Fenelle signs with the Rotom translating, who also only barely escaped the entire ordeal given its max speed when in a tablet. It sounds rather shaken, but does its best to maintain professionalism. "Maybe we can find a way to knock it out ... it at least seems like there's only one of them there," Fenelle ponders.
And after dee's tended to Nikola's wounds as able and allowed, it seems that der hair matches der thoughts, too, lifting with increased acitivity and electricity. Blue strands that suddenly bend upward in a rather comical display.
NIKOLA SAMSA 14 tend to another's injuries or staticky hair.
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