by Dragon Gal » Wed Jul 10, 2013 1:08 am
"Nnh?" It had gotten bright... why was there so much light? But it was soft, so it was okay. Wait. Soft meant...
Justin frowned at the other grass type. He wasn't going to say anything, but he really didn't want it near Ashley. She was sick enough, without catching a cold from the Bayleef- he was certain she'd be too weak to handle it. The last time she'd had one, it'd gotten really bad. "Any help you can give me in regards to medicine would be excellent, thankyou."
The pickpocket glanced at the Treecko, wondering if he could observe those lessons... He still wasn't sure Magma could afford to give him the medical supplies he needed, but if there was a chance he'd learn some 'field medicine,' he'd take it.
He looked up at Leon. "Food... Yes, please." Now would be the time to tell the boy that he had companions who also needed food, but he'd wait until they were out of the room for that tidbit. The other Magma's didn't need to know, and he didn't know what the Rogue's Pokemon would do with the information. Probably not much; they're worried about the girl. She was in bad shape- he wondered if she'd make it.
He looked around the room, chewing on his tongue again. At one point, he'd wanted to be a doctor, had taken some very rudimentary training long before the Teams began clashing. It was at times like these he wished life hadn't taken him in another direction.
The electrician shrugged, readjusting Roy and holding him closer to his chest. It was getting late, and with the late hour, the cold was also worsening. "How are you doing, kid?"
The Trainer, who'd been sitting a little away, sighed as he stood up. "We should go."
The electrician nodded. "Keep your Misdreavous out; the Ninetales doesn't want to talk to us, does it Roy?" he tried to pry conversation out of the child, mostly just to keep him talking. Maybe it'd keep him alive a little longer. Still, if the kid went back to sleep, he could voice a concern he'd had for a while now to his travelling companion. Well, for now, they'd just walk.
He'd lost count of how many multi-coloured cranes he'd made. He wasn't even sure if they would be included in the funeral; they weren't traditionally used. But they were distracting him, and they were what he could make. He paused, a half-folded square of blue paper in his lap. One edge of the square was stained red, and he realised he'd cut himself at some point. When did that happen?
Not like it mattered anyway. He continued folding the paper, and had just finished the crane, when the alarms started blaring- the signal for 'intruder alert.' Maybe Magma was making a raid, bringing their wrath to destroy Aqua once and for all. He looked back down at the crane in his hand, the mark of his blood still visible in the folded paper. Let them come. He could barely bring himself to care anymore.
Thankyou for the beautiful banner, Levi Ackerman!