♚▒▒ OOC;; Fore warnings; No need to match length! This is a half drabble as to make sure you know whats going on. More over, it should be noted that the world will be destroyed devastatingly so. So I hope you enjoy that towards the end as well
"i, as well as my colleagues, wish you the best in your holiday escapades. please do not grow too attached, as you will not be able to truly return to the places we are sending you, not now at least. i will be seeing you again after your time is up. good luck, and happy thanksgiving. "
Regardless of the reason, Shirona herself had every intention of returning home. In hopes to see her grandmother, her pokemon, and the home she so longed for when trapped in this strange city. In the moments she thought of home, the city around her seemed to respond as much. Strings of data calculating together as to what the woman wishes, wants, producing not far off a world for her. The loud clammer of static noise had brought her attention to the white hole immediately. Frantic as to what had just happened, she looks it over. Finding familiarity in it, "This looks a like to portal with the three legendaries..."
The Gible responded to her masters sudden change in demeanor by exiting her Pokeball. Enveloped in a red light, its form came forward. Until it full appeared beside her, chirping silently as she awaited for her masters actions. Shirona smiled happily down at her companion. Taking casual steps forward together with Gible. They entered the portal in a blinding light, and she swear goosebumps surrounded her whole body up until the scene unfolded together.
Before her stood Celestial town, the home of her family and origins. It was as peaceful as she could have hoped. The winds kicking up around, and far off the mountains stood tall resonating with the clouds drifting all around it. It was a cheeky and small town, and she was over joyed to be back in it. Of course, upon taking several steps forward a loud murmur had caught her attention, "Milotic?!"
Reunited with one of her favorite pokemon. The champion eagerly scuffled over with much peace in her heart. Gible herself seemed over joyed, and the two pokemon had inquired with one another as to what had happened. Seeing as Gible was no longer a Garchomp it was obvious that this would occur.
Staravia's sored through the sky. She began to speak to each individual marking off mentally all that she had met. Consequently she had met with her family, and reunited with each of her other pokemon. Who she tucked back into their pokeballs hoping that perhaps she could sneak them back with her upon her inevitable return to Citta.
There was one person though, as she continued to walk through out the town that she had never seen before. The inhabitants of the town didn't seem to recognize the stranger either. Slightly alarmed she approached them with much intention of finding out who they were, "Hello, are you alright? You seem a bit lost?"
Litleo didn’t seem intimidated by the Gible’s gurgling noise, and instead tilted his head and batted at the other Pokemon with his paws, letting out a playful growl. Such was the nature of Lysandre’s team - fearless, even in such a setting (though he certainly didn’t promote play for his partners).
"Ours is Luminose City," the man replied thoughtfully, crossing his arms. "It is quite large, but I believe this ‘Hive City’ is even larger."
And she proposed being pointed in the right direction; he nodded. “Yes, it does feel strange, being here with no given purpose or directions. In any case, I can escort you to your home, if you prefer.”
"Luminose City?" Shirona's eyes lit up with a sparkling joy, "I have heard so much about the area myself. I've been meaning to visit the beautiful city and dabble in the areas history. Its buried in it from what I last remembered."
Hand moved to her face, to relinquish a few strands of hair that had imparted on blocking her view. Cleared eyes staring with a much bright intensity over at the other, "If you wouldn't mind. Though personally, I could use something to eat for the time being."
Gible began opening its mouth trying to snap shut on the litleo's paw, but every time she herself had snap shut. The litleo's paw had maneuvered out, no matter how many times she tried to bite down. The litleo had just continued to one up her every time.
Snowdrift smiled as Shirona’s voice reached his ears and informed him of the bond between Pokemon and trainer. It was musical in a sense, much like that of a historian who was secure in his art…or of Yalia Sagewhisper, when she was in a more contemplative mood and less argumentative. Sparks had flown between them in the past… She is similar to Yalia, without some of the hard edges. He decided mentally, Of course, if any dared to hurt her Gible…woe be to that idiot.
Her words were quite considerate, and contained an inner wisdom that he at once appreciated. “You are quite correct, Shirona. I am not there, so I must hope that their training serves them well.” Snowdrift cracked his considerable knuckles and sighed a moment later. “I cannot see their progress for myself, but there were at the very least no weaklings among my order.” Even if there were, they would have been snuffed out by the events that took place among the Shado-Pan Monastery…or elsewhere. Not that that is a comforting thought.
"I have spent more than fifty years in the Shado-Pan." Snowdrift rumbled. "And the last thirty of those have been as the Master of Blackguard. It is…not a word that translates well, from what little the scientists have said." Snowdrift shook his head in a disappointed fashion. "They equate that word…with villainy. And I do not think that is a good comparison.”
Snowdrift cleared his throat and met Shirona’s eyes. “The Blackguard are those who bear the brunt of Shado-Pan activities on the front. We soak up injuries that would kill others, and strike powerful blows against our adversaries directly.” Snowdrift sighed. It always came back to conflict, didn’t it? Yet it was this that he could speak to the best. “The Wu Kao are the hidden hand. They strike from the shadows, and from distance, finding the vulnerable places that Blackguard activities expose and inflicting punishing blows. The Omnia are the healers and those gifted with magic. They ensure that the Blackguard are never so sorely wounded that they die, nor that they go into battle alone. They can also distract opponents with magical offensives, enabling the Wu Kao to hit them with shadow strikes.” Snowdrift closed his eyes as he reminisced. “All work together for a common purpose…somewhat like your Gible and you.”
Snowdrift’s eyes opened suddenly. “There was one apprentice of mine whose name was Lao-Chin. He was taller and rounder than I am.” Snowdrift smiled as he patted his own great belly. “He was known as Lao-Chin the Iron Belly, the heaviest of the Shado-Pan…and with good reason. He wears only the pants of the uniform, with a stone tiger’s head on his shoulder.” He demonstrated where that implement would be, as well as to his own clothes.
"And I believe in him. If there is one who will one day surpass me among my order…it is him." Snowdrift laughed aloud as he remembered another facet of Lao-Chin that stood out to him. "Of course, his prodigious belly isn’t the only thing that makes him famous among the Blackguard. He’s usually got a keg on his back or a mug in his hand. Sometimes both.” Snowdrift smiled. “He trained as a brewmaster, but events have made him into an excellent fighter.” He bowed his head.
It was clear to her that the soul before her had inner strings of hope that seemed to be plucked at constantly. He was a true warrior, with much intention of seeing those around him prosper. Even as he seemed half filled with grief there was still a spark in his eye that seemed to say otherwise. It would be pride if he were a fool, but even if pride had been the stringing chorus of the spark in his eyes. It was clear to Shirona that the other cared deeply for his men and the comrades he fought with, "Villainy?"
The blonde imparted in a surprised look, head tilted in response as she listened to what the other had said after, "I think from all that you told me, that with the righteous cause in mind. Youre people looked for what they were most capable of and exploited it evenly. Im certain no one wished ill harm on other, but when war is a foot. What choice do you have? Lao-chin will show you proud I am certain."
Snowdrift was an admirable soul who seemed the least bit broken by his circumstances. It was clear to Shirona that he was someone she could trust, which only made herself feel at peace during these odd times, "Although we do not have much war that occurs on my land. We do have grief stricken in souls of many. I am proud to say though, that in our lands fate has a way of being sure to keep the course of nature flowing. Im sure people in your land are no different from ours. With souls that can bubble in warmth, and win over other through hope an strength. If you ever do go back to your home. I hope you return to a time of peace."
speaking to the sinnoh champion’s pokemon, was that even considered good etiquette? she kneeled next to the dragon as shirona spoke, extended a hand to the young dragon upon which her snivy bridged a gap, bumping the other child on the nose.
( i just got here last night, miss shirona. i’m still not quite sure of my bearings, but if you could help show me around, that’d be really great! )
"I hear that a lot, even from those who aren't gifted with your powers. As always I am happy to hear. Though, Gible seems a lot more excited like she use to be when I first had her." Shirona was a stickler for facts and things like this where her own life and pokemon companion had been changed before her eyes. Well it was truly a site that merited studying. Study she did, at least inquire enough about her pokemon to where she could understand that she knew Shirona as long as herself knew Gible. However, her old quirky nature seemed to have been adapted back. As per many gible of her age.
Gible felt satisfied with that encounter and parting back to her trainer she plopped onto the floor and began watching the streets and people who passed by. Meanwhile, Shirona kept her eye on Snivy, "I assume its the same for your Pokemon as well... Ah, well I don't know much there are 4 other cities I have yet to go to. The places are widely big and each have their own little quirks--where will you be staying?"
If anyone felt threatened by the Warden just for simply being himself, they really must not be a good judge of true character. That, or they’re simply afraid of literally everyone.
"Ah, Shirona~ What a lovely name!" Warden, don’t you dare start flirting. Not now, not ever. But it’s good that she had immediately left him with another topic change just a moment after. He taps his chin in thought before ultimately shrugging and frowning at having to remember his old living conditions. "I just didn’t like it! A man like me lives off of natural artificial sunlight and I doubt I’m gonna get any of that living underground.”
But she shouldn’t worry too much, if it was only to serve as a place to sleep. Warden had to admit that he never hung around for long, but appreciated the move granted to him.
"I do live somewhere else now, yeah!" He seemed particularly happy about exclaiming something like that, making it obvious that it was probably for the better that he got out of that dump of an underground district.
"it’s kind of a complicated thing, I guess, and really dumb! Should I even bother telling? You won’t be eligible for a month—- Oops, I guess I told anyway~"
The information provided to her had been interesting to say the least. Hopefully, in a months time she could leave the place that seemed to be anything but endearing in terms of hospitality. A bit gloomy as to where she'd be staying, Shirona couldn't help but feel the direction they had been taking to the place had become murky and depressing.
"When you said underground I did not know we'd be headed under the city in the sewers." Shirona frowned by the circumstances it seems that her own life would have to be led in grimacing places. More over, the site of someone walking by with little interest to them alarmed her comepletely, "I-is--their skin?? They look human but they are on par to a lizard I don't understand?"
alerted by a trill of the snivy on her shoulder, touko’s gaze raised from the information listed on her c-gear, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever. her head turned once, twice, and the curious arc in her lips flattened into an innocent smile at the sight of her senior.
( miss shirona! so you’re here too, huh? this city is so big! )
"Oh my it looks like your Snivy is tiny once again." Shirona took that mental note, although this was no time for inquiring what she already knew in terms of the other admittance into the city. She was more joyous over the fact that she arrived in one piece, " It surely is, once you've think you have your bearings here. Things change and youre lost again. I'm happy to have gotten to you so soon! I recently just arrived here myself a few days ago. Tell me--How long have you been here?"
Her own gible chirped merrily at the site of one of her rivals. Dancing around Touko's feet she urged the other to hop down and meet face to face with it. Of course, its child like demeanor would continue to insist despite the maturity Shirona's pokemon once had.
( ah.. this place is so much larger than castelia. it’s just about as big as i’ve heard lumiose is. how do people not get lost here, shiel? and what streets do i take from here to find the first sector? )
Snowdrift nodded. An equal exchange and one that benefited both parties…that was an excellent idea and gave his mind a better clue as to who Shirona was. The Pokemon learned from the trainer just as the trainer learned from the Pokemon…like master and apprentice. “I see…” Snowdrift murmured thoughtfully. “You place incredible value on your connection with your Gible.” He observed. “It’s apparent to me, and I have known you scarcely five minutes, Shirona. Your connection is made clear from the way you act, and the way she responds.”
It warmed his heart to see that. “She trusts you implicitly. That…I am glad to see.” Snowdrift still withheld his hands from the teeth. “I’m another story, so perhaps she does not share the same kindness. It is to be expected.” Snowdrift smiled slightly. “We have only just met…”
She thinks of me as a kind soul. Snowdrift tried as best he could to lean back on his Shado-Pan sensibilities, but he still felt that his cheeks were turning an unusual shade that was not their normal gray. “You are…quite generous to say such things, Shirona.” He bowed his head. “Well…I hope my comrades are doing well in my absence. I…hope I am not coming across as a braggart, but every member of the Shado-Pan save one reported to me. I had to determine their fitness for the field of battle.” He bowed. “It was a great responsibility, and a task that has defined my life for more than three decades since I became the Master of the Blackguard Discipline.” Snowdrift met Shirona’s eyes. “But it was my responsibility, and I shall not shrink from it.”
Shirona smiles softly, compliments were always welcomed. Rather, she was pleased when others could see her attachment to her pokemon. Being one who cherishes them deeply, going so far as to study their connections in history and current time. The gible looks up at her, Shirona to it. Locks of hair slipping down and off her shoulder as her face tilted with its, "They are akin to us, as if they were meant to be in our lives for that reason. Birthed only to meet us, and us to them. We cherish our Pokemon dearly, though... That isn't to say my world isn't without those who wish or seek to use them in ill manner."
The gible within her hand closes it's eyes and chirps quietly in sympathy to her. Shirona of course thanks the other with a small pat before finding the others modest nature to be overly humorous. It was so pleasing to see that she could make even a stranger from another species and world happy with her words, "Oh!"
As he spoke, she found that the info he gave her must mean that he was of high ranking. An officer of war, one that stood at the top directing his men in the best fashion that he could to keep them and their world safe, "I must say, I am impressed and it is a pleasure to be in your presence. Those with much impact on their world really have no place out of it. But I am sure, you taught them well enough that in your absence they will stand strong."
Well, here’s to hoping that the scientists will be kind enough to plop her off right where they picked her up if she ever went back! Hell, that’d probably be the best for just about everyone sitting in this godforsaken place.
"It’s all right, I suppose," he simply says before giving an indifferent shrug. "It could be better, though~! For one, I’d start with how lackluster and drab the colors are. I can feel my suit paling just by standing here!"
His taste in buildings and colors aside, the Warden stands to watch Shirona mend to his wound even further. Oh, that is far too much, and he’s just a stranger! Ah, well he shouldn’t be complaining about the treatment, though. He missed being doted on!
"Fine fine, I guess I could do that much.” Waiting for her to finish up, he brought his hand up closer to his face to inspect the patchwork. It should hold for the time being, but she wasn’t lying about the berry not working as well as it would with Pokemon. Warden was at least thankful that she offered to try and find something at her place and after being shown the information, his grin had hopped right back onto his face.
"District Alpha?! Why, I was housed there earlier this month! I never liked it, though. But I still know the way around~" If there was anything better than meeting lovely ladies, it was being a know-it-all guide for them. He tips off his hat and bows slightly before continuing. "I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves. Call me ‘Warden!’"
The other had been more than a delight in terms of company. She hadn't felt the least bit threaten by him. Though, it'd be hard too considering his toothy grin and glasses gave him a rather goofy and cute look. So she was glad, happy. That of the few people she initially met had been someone she could impart with kindness.
"Please lead the way Warden, you may call me Shirona." Seeing as the other hadn't been from her world there was no need for an actual introduction of her status as E4 champion. If anything, spending time with folks who knew nothing of her fame were the times she cherished most, "Might I inquire as to why the place wasn't to your liking?"
Shirona grew curious but moreover had gotten slightly worried over where she'd be staying. Not that it mattered really, since the place would only be where she'd sleep since most of her time would be spent exploring and learning what she could about both the scientists and this city.
Exasperated breath suddenly caught her attention to the weather, as she saw the gray puff of smoke emit from her lips. It felt as if it were fall, she had been glad in that moment to have her warm clothing on. More happier that she might find some shelter to sleep in for tonight, "And, you sound as if you live else where? How'd that come to be if you don't mind me asking of course."
Snowdrift shrugged. “I very much doubt they are all-powerful as that word might imply, but they certainly have a great deal of power. How else would we have gotten here?” Snowdrift posed, shrugging once more. “I thought for a time that I had to fight back against the experiment…yet my foe had no face, and if I died, I would only wake up the next morning, in this city, wondering what had happened.” Snowdrift sighed. “There is no honor in that.”
He gestured to the Gible. “So…when did you encounter this Gible? It looks like he…she?” He didn’t know which. “Well, it looks like the Gible cares a good deal for you in its own way. It’s not snapping at your hands like a wild animal.” He smiled. “Your world must encourage connections with these Pokemon. I wonder what it is like…”
"For my part, the world I came from was rife with conflict and strife." Snowdrift rumbled while scratching at an itch on his thick stomach as best he could. The uniform of the Shado-Pan got in the way, however, and he instead got his clawtips to fit exactly the wrong way into the cloth loops across the middle of the uniform. Snowdrift delicately extricated his claws, allowing the itch to run its course across his belly fur. There’s only so much I can do to stop that. "Events were…spiraling out of control. And then I wake up here, and get told by a Rima Hoervich that I have been selected for an…experiment of a sort." Snowdrift shrugged. "The life I have is the life that I have been given, and I must make the most of it."
"Ah... That is a smart choice then, in reality even if you did fight you'd be stuck in a constant circle. Your life truly is controlled by them here." Shirona blinked as he looked over to her Gible. The dragon seemed interested in the being before it. Possibly inquiring in its small playful mind as to whether or not it was a Pokemon. Being the Pokemon that it is, battling fueled its interest no matter its size.
"She, actually. In our world their is so much more to these connections. Infact, they can be so important as to aid the pokemon in getting stronger. Only through our help and partnership, do they grow. As do we. In my world, it is an equal exchange." Smiling down at her Pokemon, she feels pleased. If there was one thing she enjoyed speaking on most it had been Pokemon and the history therein. Perhaps she'd have a plethora of stories to tell the longer she stayed. With people walking in every direction, the possibilities would be endless. She'd hope at least, that they could live in peace here. Not in pain or suffering by the hands of those who captured them.
"Its a pity to have such a kind soul trapped within this realm. Especially since it seems you were needed by your kind back where you are from. I do hope your kind is alright, and that you may one day be reunited. However, your statements bear true to how it must be.... I suppose I'll keep that in mind in my endeavous I thank you." Shirona found the other's habits to be interesting though her main interest lied with his own history. So vastly different from what would align to her own world, "Better yet, I'd love to use this opportunity to learn more about the worlds around us."
If they had been under any other circumstances, Warden probably never would’ve allowed her to remove his precious gloves. They, along with his sunset-tinted glasses, seemed to serve as a sort of security blanket for him; things that he would rather die than be seen without, in a sense.
However, he understood why this was probably necessary and (hesitantly) allowed her to remove his precious accessory as she spoke.
"Well, from what I’ve seen, you probably won’t have to worry about rushing it! People here usually stay here for aaaages," he starts, wincing just a little bit when the glove is finally pulled all the way off. Oh my, that’s quite a bit of blood (is it sparkling rainbow hues, or is that just a trick of the light?). "But how neat is that! Multitudes of wonderful, unique creatures that roam an entire universe~!"
Despite the obvious pain Warden is feeling, he’s still managing to stay eager enough for the wonderful news of Pokemon! And it doesn’t help his childish curiosity when she presents the Oran Berry to him.
"Oooooh! I’ve never had foreign medicine before, but that definitely looks promising!" Well, of course it was promising. She’s the expert here! He manages to sit still long enough for her to administer the thing and only winced again when the stinging returned. He stops himself from waving his hand too much in trying to alleviate the feeling.
"It’s really not that serious! You gave me this berry thing, right? That should help enough as is~ It’s just like a dog bite, really."
"Ages? How daunting though, I do hope the place here is accommodating. At least." At least she thought once again in her head. She had a number of things to do back at home, and now her studies would all be pushed back. Perhaps her home would pile with more dust and cobwebs. Shirona could only imagine the horror when she'd arrive back.
Unfortunately the other seemed to insist that the wound was small, Shirona could only shake her head with that assumption. Kneeling down, she rips cloth from her jacket and after rising back up, wraps the cloth around his hand, "At least put an ice pack on that as soon as you can. The effects on humans aren't as dire as it is if used on a Pokemon. So it will only help you a bit...... Hmm..."
"Or... If anything." The champion takes out a paper and points to the apartment number, "I believe they dropped me off in the town where my 'apartment' will be located.... If you know where this is, we may find some items to take care of that wound better. This way we can hit two pidgeot with one stone."
"I really cannot tell you much," Lysandre murmured, shaking his head in disappointment. "I am new here, as well. I arrived a few days ago, and so far, I have only found my home and spoke with a few people. All of which were also relatively new to this city."
The man smirked at the image of the Gible and his Litleo eying each other, wanting to battle. He agreed, this was no time for a battle. But it was nice for his Pokemon to interact with others socially for once.
He shook his head. “This is nowhere like the cities in Kalos. I assume it’s the same case for Sinnoh?”
Shirona sighs with a bit of disbelief but holds her chin to her hand. Thinking to herself further into this situation. She looks down watching her Gible as it's mouth opens wide to let out a gurtle sound. Closing its mouth in a snap, aiming to scare the litleo into either flinching or running. Finding the interaction in itself to be aspiring she smiled. Looking to the other as he spoke of her her home continent.
"Sinnoh.... Our biggest city had been Jublife. However, from what I was told the city only extended out so far. Nothing like this, with mysterious to behold in every corner." Shirona kept in mind of the others region. Kalos, a place she had been to a few times but only to Lumionise. To meet up with a few scientists, "Well, would you mind helping me then? I have yet to know which direction I should start. It's almost as if I feel like a teen again. Out on an adventure but with no real set purpose... For the time being at least."
Snowdrift nodded, but made certain not to hold his hand too close. He really didn’t want to test how sharp those teeth were, but he guessed that these…Pokemon were trusting of those who cared for them. How or why else would a human woman carry one in her arms? ”I see.” Snowdrift processed her explanation quickly. “A Gible? How interesting.” He smiled. “It resembles some of the creatures on my world, but they’re usually far nastier in terms of temperament.” Snowdrift bowed his head. “I am called Snowdrift.” Shirona…that is an interesting name. "Shirona, I am pleased to meet you."
She thought I was a Pokemon? It is clear that I resemble something from her world. How strange. "The words have left your mouth…” Snowdrift murmured. “I assure you, I’m quite capable of speech and reasoned discourse.” His eyes closed to lethal half-slits for an instant, before he regarded her coolly. “I am Pandaren, from the world of Azeroth. I am Shado-Pan, an organization dedicated to protecting my people from every conceivable threat the world has thrown at them for the last ten thousand years.” He met her eyes. “Now I am here, in a world that is many times more advanced than the one I was plucked away from.”
"The scientists don’t explain why we’ve been brought here to us…or to anyone. I question whether they even know the purpose of their own experiments…" Snowdrift shrugged. "But we have to adapt. They seem to be capable of bringing people from entirely different universes…and of thwarting death, for that matter.” Snowdrift hastily added, “Not that I would recommend dying here or anywhere else. It’s generally inadvisable…”
"Snowdrift?" Shirona gave a questionable yet intriguing look. This surely would be a clash and mix of cultures. The amount of things she could learn just by simply speaking with others would make her thirst of adventure and history simply flood over!
As the other spoke she let herself remain silent, for listening would get her farther then speaking ever would. It was a lesson she was well aware of and as she had been reward with such an intriguing explanation. Shirona could do nothing but find her own expression light up, "I see, your own world seems to be decorated with its own beautiful methods of life."
Shirona's attention veered back into the main topic of course, her mind buzzing with thoughts as he spoke. It was an odd predicament, one she was sure she'd eventually wake up from. However this dream had gone past its 5 seconds and she was anything close from waking up, "Its interesting that these people seem to defy all bits of logic. Perhaps they are gods and wish to bring all their creations together... Odd gods I would think, though."
Being here as long as he had (which wasn’t so terribly long but not so terribly short that he was absolutely useless), Warden knew all sorts of people were going to be taken into the city at those damn scientists’ discretion. They had absolutely no limits! How dare they pluck such a nice, caring woman from her own-
"YEOW!" Well, his eager attitude was certainly short-lived, huh? In the brief moments Gible had his fingers in its mouth, the jailer had tried his hardest to pry his hand sausages from the pokemon’s gripping maw, with little success and a lot of pain.
Thankfully, its owner was quick enough to reprimand and get it off, sending the creature back to its holding pen in a flash of bright, red light.
"A-ahaha, mouthy little beast, isn’t she?" He tried to play off his pain with a smile though, setting his aching (and probably bleeding under that glove) hand gently into hers. "It’s fine, nothing serious at all! I think… You said she was a um… Pokemon? Interesting creatures, at least!"
"Don't be a fool now! A bite from a Gible is nothing to pass without caution." Shirona insisted trying to pull the glove off of the others hand, "Honestly, I am rather embarrassed. I trained her far from being inconsiderate... It seems I will have to start from scratch so long as I am here."
There had been a bit of a sigh from her lips though, it was more in the fact that she lost her other companions. Sadden, as she was afraid they were not in good hands. Happy that even though her prized Pokemon had seem to be starting over. Gible was at least still in her arms and protection.
"Pokemon.... Pokemon are amazing creatures in my world that can be used in all sorts of ways." The glove would be taken off regardless of the others insistence on the matter. Staring at the wounded hands she frowns. Holding his hand in one, she searches through her side bag for an item of hers to help with the pain. Finding a oran berry she scoffs lightly, "Many capture and train them, some keep them as mere companions, and others study them."
Letting go of his hands finally, she breaks the berry in half, "This can act as a antibiotic and close any open wounds. It will help a little though this works mainly for Pokemon."
The gel that she wiped off the berry and onto the others hand had been cold, she had nothing to wipe the others blood with. Stinging sensations would presume, but after a few minutes the pain would numb slightly, "I do suggest we find you a doctor to look at this."
