AUGUSTINE SYCAMORE

Independent and Selective Augustine Sycamore. 20+ / OC Friendly / Multiship Be FEARLESS in the pursuit of what sets your soul on FIRE.

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thislovelylady:

“Hm. Fair enough. Although it wouldn’t surprise me if Jojo wanted to keep a f--”

Suddenly there was a crash – followed by a shout, followed by a  loud buzzing noise that gradually grew in volume –

“I’m sorry! He got out!” Jojo’s voice could be heard as a rather large Beedrill burst into the room and made a B(ee)-line for the two scientists.

“–Dium! Relax!” Lenora hurried forward and held out her hands, “I’m fine, he’s a colleague! Calm down!”

The Beedrill came to a halt at the last moment but fixated on Augustine, glaring at him and protectively raising his pincers. “Beeeeeeee……”

“I’m sorry, this one’s mine,” she glanced over her shoulder at Augustine, embarrassed. “He’s always been very overprotective of me, especially around men. He just needs to get used to you.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Now Jojo ran in in a mild panic. “I left the door open by mistake and I think he overheard me mentioning you had company…”

“It’s fine,” Lenora sighed, shaking her head. “He didn’t attack anyone.” This time.

“Oh!” It was quite startling to see the Beedrill appear and then rush forward like that. Blinking, he takes one step back, but the Pokémon pauses before it can do anything. Thanks to Lenora’s instruction, that is.

It was good that nobody - namely him - was hurt. It seemed to have been a mistake and hopefully it wouldn’t happen again. But these assistants did make him wonder. Not that he knew them well enough, so he wouldn’t make any assumptions. That would be unfair.

(I’m just glad Sina and Dexio aren’t here...)

If they had been, then they would have been calling out Lenora’s assistants right now and telling them to be a bit more professional. Yes, he could definitely see them bickering.

“No harm done, but I am glad you were able to stop him.” He had been stung by a Beedrill. A few times, actually. Didn’t mean he wanted to suffer another one, though. Or something worse.

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cleversmile:

My, my. He really was as popular as she thought. And he didn’t even act like a dick from all the positive attention! A rare gem indeed.

“Gin and tonic,” she smiled at the bartender with a nod, “You’ve got a nice place here.”

It was easy to forget a city’s nightlife when most of the day it was full of eager-eyed trainers and their cuddly creatures. But Lumiose seemed to know when to put on the proverbial big girl panties after 7 PM. It was a nice change, considering how prior small towns simply went to bed at that time.

The bartender thanked her and went to fixing their drinks, and at this point Celene turned to her date. Shit, he was damn fine. And intelligent. If he was good in the sack she might have to turn him into a very good habit.

“So,” she started, giving him a lazy little smile, “Shall we get to playing twenty questions to get to know each other? Or is that something you’re not interested in?”

She didn’t mind small talk either way, but some guys weren’t into it and ended up being dull. So she felt it best to be upfront about things.

“You like games?” Mhm! Twenty questions was a good one, too. It was a pretty effective way to get to know someone even though he sometimes rambled too much. With the drinks set in front of them, Augustine turns to the woman and thinks about where they should begin.

“Alright, let me think of something-- ah, what is the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever had?” He squints at her, slightly playful and a small smile on his lips. “Or are you the type who doesn’t feel embarrassment.” Because he did know people like that and he himself wasn’t the type who got embarrassed easily, so he wondered if Celene was the same. Perhpaps she would surprise him and say that she was actually quite shy about things--

(Ahaha! No, something tells me she won’t reveal that.)

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cleversmile:

“Already speaking my language. I knew I liked you,” she teased, gesturing for him to go ahead and lead the way. “After you. I’ve not experienced Lumiose nightlife just yet; I’m excited to see what it’s like.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. If this next bar isn’t to your liking, then there’s a few more on this side. We’ll just go until we find one you like.” It didn’t bother him. He had been to them all and had his favorites. And even ones that weren’t the best, he liked the people that worked there.

They continue on until they reach the bar and he opens the door for her. Not to be a gentleman - he did it for everyone. As they sit at the bar, he greets the bartender who grins at him. “Michael! How are you? It has been a while, mon ami. I’ll have the usual and--” He looks to Celene. “And whatever the lovely Celene would like.”

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thislovelylady:

After a few days of brainstorming what approach to take, the two of them decided that first determining the gene that caused Pokerus was the wisest option. But that meant comparing DNA strand by strand…

“The original sample came from a Poliwag. So am I right to assume we should go out and capture several in the wild to act as our subjects?” They could take blood samples from a variety and compare their DNA to the DNA of the blood sample to see which one looked different.

“We should observe them first and wait for an opportunity to take a blood sample while they’re till in the wild. Unless you or your aides are interested in keeping a few Poliwags here at the lab, then I’d hold off on capturing them.”

He didn’t like to capture Pokémon for work reasons and then release it once it had played its part. Sometimes Pokémon bonded quickly with their new trainer, which would make it harder for them to be released again. This had to be done carefully.

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bexutyindexth:

“So you say…” he nearly scoffed. There was always a age to stop such childish behavior, his just happened to be when he was actually a child. Yes, he was still bitter of having his childhood robbed from him by the man that was supposed to make it worthwhile, but he also knew that there was nothing that could be changed by it, what was done was done.

Lysandre frowned just a bit more, but gave a slight nod, “I suppose I could come along, I have no work to be done until tomorrow morning.” the taller man answered in a somewhat quiet tone, “Though I’ll be honest and say I don’t see why you find this so interesting to see, Klefki are common if I heard correctly. There’s not much appeal to them other than their Fairy Typing.”

“There’s so much more to them! And they aren’t common in that area. Not in hordes, anyway.” It was a rare sighting! And wasn’t that exciting? However, the fact that Lysandre was agreeing to come along was perhaps even more exciting. With the grin still in place, the professor grabs a couple of Pokéballs and his keys from his desk.

“We’ll try not to be too long, but who knows what will happen.” They might stumble upon something magnificent! He smiles, always positive about what might lay ahead. It was really the best way to think. And if they didn’t find anything, then at least it would have been a day well spent. 

His coat was shrugged on before he steps into the elevator, waiting for Lysandre to join him. He would drive them there and the trunk had some healing supplies left over from his previous trip. Hopefully there would be no need for them, though.

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cleversmile:

Celene was looking forward to tonight. It wasn’t often she got to sleep with an intellectual. – Well, there was no guarantee that they would, but… come on.

She wasn’t stupid. She’d done her research. Augustine Sycamore was a notorious ladies man. But then again, she could’ve guessed that from how he responded to her offer.

She was really looking forward to getting to know him better. She arrived at 7 on the dot (girls who were ‘fashionably late’ were stupid and pissed her off) and greeted him with a smirk as he opened the door.

“Good evening, Professor. Or would you prefer ‘Augustine’ after hours?”

He was just leaving his lab after changing into more casual clothing and Celene arrived just as he was about to lock up. Glancing to her as he made sure that every lock was in place, he smiles.

“You look quite lovely, ma cherié.” Not only was she beautiful, but she was clearly unafraid to show off some skin. He turns to her, eyes taking in her body and the way her dress clung to her curves before settling on her face.

“Call me Augustine.” He heads down the stairs of the lab, already having a place in mind. “There’s a good bar the next street over. We can go there.” 

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cleversmile:

“Yep. All done.” She noted a chip of paint on the edge of the archway and picked at it, rather than come in. “Creep is off the streets and his Pokemon have all been confiscated and sent to be examined. Only thing is, Lumiose’s city council would rather have it not be spoken of to anyone. Not the best way to prevent or scare off people from doing it again, but…that’s how most local government is. Rather keep up the illusion that bad things don’t exist.”

She shrugged. She had stopped trying to fight that battle years ago. If people would rather bathe in ignorance, then at least that meant more work for her. She looked over at him.

“So. Do you want to get drinks to celebrate? Or should I be a little less subtle with my intentions?”

He was so glad to hear that, but it was unfortunate that the investigation was being hushed. It was something that happened often and it doesn’t surprise him. The government would prefer to paint the city as a place where nothing bad happens even though revealing this might actually deter future offenses...

He’s about to congratulate her on a job well done, but she jumps right in with a proposal that makes him pause. With a small smile, he raises his brows just slightly and then nods. Yes, her intentions were clear, but that was fine. It wasn’t like it was an issue.

“Come by tonight at 7 and we’ll do just that.”

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thislovelylady:

“I do!” Lenora nodded, motioning for him to come closer to her main work table. There was a stack of petri dishes to one side, and another stack in a fridge in another room – the more secure one, as he had predicted. “I have three samples here I was about to work on, and two more in cold storage.”

“I’ve actually been collecting these samples for…mm, eight years? I ran across a case of Pokerus first when I was volunteering at a Center early in my college years. Managed to convince the Pokemon’s trainer to give me a blood sample, which I had frozen in storage until I was able to open my own lab to try and extract it.”

She was a girl who did her best to think ahead. Back then, there was no indication that blood samples would even hold the virus, let alone that there would be technological advances enough in the future to be able to extract them… yet things fell into place! 

“Jojo and Shanti go out into the field for me three times a year, they found the other samples. I haven’t figured what else to do with them just yet, or what I could test, because I don’t want to ruin them all. It’s why I need a geneticist like you to help take a look.”

She set a petri dish underneath a microscope she had set up and motioned for him to take a look, “See for yourself, though!”

“That was lucky! I bet it was a relief when the trainer allowed you to do so.” If they hadn’t then there wouldn’t have been anything else to be done. It wasn’t like you could go around and take samples from Pokémon without the necessary permission and understanding of what was and wasn’t ethical.

Leaning forward, he peers into the microscope to see what the virus looked like as it now stood. Hm! It was similar to how he had seen in pictures and medical journals, but not entirely the same. To be honest, the virus was rather nice to look at. Many were! Which might make him seem a bit odd, but it was simply the truth. Or maybe it was his passion and excitement taking over and causing him to see them in that way.

“It had an intriguing pattern!” And surprisingly colorful. He steps back and smiles at her. “We can go over what our options are and see which would benefit your research more.”

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iustitaex:

│⚖️│ The moment he felt little claws dig themselves into the leg of his jeans, Apollo watched the culprit with a slightly amused grin. He had guessed the little lion Pokemon wanted to take a swipe at the Pokeball holding his Axew, but the grin disappeared the moment the Litleo proceeded further than where the Pokeball was. He made a move to get the mischievous creature away from his shoulder [because his hair horns must’ve been the intended target] but soon found he didn’t need to.

Because the Litleo was now playfully squirming in the arms of another person.

“I’m fine,” He answered, shaking his head slightly at the apology. The Litleo did no harm, after all. “Does this Litleo belong to you?”

“No, no, not mine. He belongs to one of my assistants. He wiggled free back at the entrance.” A nod towards the lab that was just a short walk down the street and where his assistant still waited. “He must have spotted your unique hairstyle from all the way back there.” Not that there was anything wrong with his hair.

The professor looks over the young man, trying to see if it really was as fine as he said. There wasn’t any scratches on him - that he could see, at least - and he was smiling. “He’s a bit too hyper today.” The Litleo was still struggling, but its tail was wagging to show just how happy it was to be there.

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cleversmile:

As if summoned by his thoughts, in walked the detective herself. Evan had been found guilty, of course, but the city was horrified at the idea of such perversion in their midst and made sure the trial was hush-hush. But even they agreed that Professor Sycamore, of all people, should know that the accused had been taken care of. So here she was.

The secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Celene simply made her way into the lab uninvited. She didn’t have to look long, though, before she found him.

“Your secretary is either on her lunch break or slacking,” she spoke from the open archway, giving a little ripple of a wave of her fingers when he looked over.

It was a little freaky how well she had timed her entrance. Like she knew he had been thinking about her. Turning to give her a proper greeting, a smile lights up his face. She seemed to be in high spirits (or maybe that was just him projecting his own) and he laughs.

“She’s on her break,” He confirms. “Never a slacker.” He wouldn’t consider anyone in the lab to be a slacker, which was a good quality to have when it came to being a researcher. After a short pause, the professor gives her an expectant look, waiting for her to tell him what had happened with that man.

“Is your investigation over with?” Because he isn’t sure he had much more to say if she had come by to ask more questions.

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revexant:

“Does he now? My apologies for making assumptions. I have run across several people already that wished to fight, though truth be told doing so is not something I am particularly fond of.”

If anything he’d rather relax and watch his partners play; it was soothing, really, even though Turtwig seemed like he’d accept those requests any day and even initiate a battle or two himself. For the moment the little Grass type had settled in his arms, and so he gave the hand an awkward glance, attempting to return the gesture without dropping him. This led to Aaron sticking his hand out from under him-with his arm still propping up Turtwig-and taking a few steps forward so he could shake Augustine’s, but at least he managed. “My name is Aaron, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

There was no need for the man to apologize, but he simply allows the comment to slip by while he receives the handshake. After being quietly amused by the way the other juggled the Turtwig just to complete the action, the professor smiles brightly.

“If your Turtwig needs to get rid of some of that energy, then he is welcome to try out our obstacle course back at my lab. It has been set up for the young trainers, but I see no reason why he should’t be allowed to take full advantage of it.” Only if Aaron agreed, of course.

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cleversmile:

Celene wore her extra tall heels today, which ended up being a good thing – Celene was pretty tall to begin with (5′9″), but adding three inches to that made her tower over this particular offender. 

Good. She walked in just as the sick fuck was saying, “I just want to take my Pokemon and go home!” and she snorted at the very idea.

“Yeah. I bet you fucking would, sleazeball.” She kicked the door shut behind her with her heel and approached him, already pulling a pair of handcuffs off of her belt. 

“W–What’s the meaning of this? Professor?!” He backed up a step, clearly intimidated by the redhead who looked ready to beat him more than anything else.

“Evan Svedson, you are under arrest for charges pokephilia,” Resist arrest. Please. “You have the right to shut the fuck up and know what’s good for you. No one’s going to defend you because we have DNA evidence that you molested your Bulbasaur and if I find out you’ve done this to other Pokemon, I will have a Kingler Crabhammer your dick into paste. And no one will stop me.”

Not quite the Miranda Rights, but it got the job done. Stunned, the man sputtered and staggered back until he knocked over a few things on the desk behind him. Celene, however, did not relent. 

“Turn around and put your arms behind you back,” And when he didn’t immediately, she grabbed hold of his wrist, spun him around, and kicked the back of his leg so that he was knocked to his knees. The cuffs locked on him with a click and he whimpered, both in pain and in fear, muttering his apologies.

“C-Can’t I just say goodbye to hi–”

“No, you piece of shit, you can’t.” She yanked him to his feet and glanced over at the Professor. Man did arresting people get her adrenaline pumping, and it reminded her how badly she wanted to ‘get to know’ Sycamore over there a LOT better –

But now wasn’t the time. Work and Pokemon well-being first. She could try and sleep with him later.

“–An officer will be by to collect your statement, and possibly any surveillance footage of the Bulbasaur and this freak when he came in today,” she explained, pulling the accused towards the door. “I’ll be in touch.”

And out she went.

It was over as fast as it had began and yet Augustine is still blinking as Detective Hart takes her leave with the man. There was a number of words that could be used to describe that display; blunt, sudden, amazing, and intimidating. If the criminal wasn’t afraid of her - which he had already shown signs of - then he definitely would be after spending just a little bit more time with her.

She’d be in touch as well? That made sense considering the follow-up they would have to do. He had managed a quick nod before she disappeared, looking forward to their next encounter. Very much so, actually. There’s a silence that follows until Sina and Dexio shuffle in, their eyes wide and expressions full of questions.

Of course they had heard.

“Everything will be fine. Detective Hart arrested the man and now he’ll have to face the consequences for his crime.” He knew they weren’t worried, but felt that he had to reassure them anyway. Plus, the Bulbasaur was in the care of Nurse Joy who would do her very best to help it through the healing process.

“The police might ask you some questions, but just be truthful and co-operate, okay? We want this to be over with as soon as we can manage.”

Everything had gone well and now the case was out of their hands. Detective Hart hadn’t left her number and now, a week later, he really curious about how things had went. Glancing out the window on the ground floor, he watches a Fletchling zoom by.

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thislovelylady:

“Ashanti and Jyotsna,” Shanti answered in her dull tone. “Her name needed to be shortened more than mine did.”

This was a boring topic. So Jojo went on instead, “Shanti wants to research Pokemon ruins and I have an interest in breeding and genetics!!”

Hey. Professor Sycamore is my guest, not yours! These two.

“–I’m sure Professor Sycamore would be thrilled to hear all about what you girls want tp study, but we have a bit of business to attend to first, please. Can you please return to the lobby for now? I’ll make sure you get a chance to chat with him before you leave.”

“Aww, fine….” Jojo pouted, but Shanti shrugged and headed off. Fortunately the sisters knew better than to push their luck.

Shaking her head, Lenora smiled after them and glanced at Augustine, “I’ve known them for years. I actually babysat them in Viridian City. They’re practically my little sisters.” It felt so long ago. With a sigh, she gestured to her work table. “–Anyway. To answer your earlier question – I would like to see if it were possible to apply to humans, too. In theory, if we can get it to work for all Pokemon – especially the more humanoid types – just a few modifications could make it work for all humans.”

Seeing as how there were multiple species of Pokemon and only one species of human, making it work for humankind should have been the easier thing to achieve. In theory.

He’s about to comment on how nice those names were - although he had never heard of the name ‘Jyostsna’ before - but Professor Wisteria convinces them to head to the lobby. Smiling a bit, he turns his attention back to the woman, listening as she briefly explains how she knew them. It was a sweet image and he would definitely chat with them later.

“How are you approaching this? Do you have the virus here?” If she owned pokerus stocks here, then that would be quite the feat and he would like to know just how she had managed to do it. Glancing around, he searches for the signs that would tell him where her usual workspace was, but figured that this research would be carried out in one of the more secure rooms within the lab.

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cleversmile:

They weren’t sure what time the trainer – Evan, his name was – would return two days later, so Celene arrived early the next day. The plan was for Sycamore to greet him and take him aside to ‘test a new system’ the lab was organizing. A new way of identifying trainers to make sure they were picking up the right Pokemon, which required fingerprints – and DNA samples.

Once the latter was obtained early on, Celene nabbed the sample and had one of her contacts analyze it at the nearby police station. They had already swabbed samples from the Bulbasaur earlier, once it was more comfortable.

And what do you know – it was a match.

Sycamore kept Evan distracted long enough for the test results to come in, and not much longer than that. She could tell the man was getting impatient from how he was starting to raise his voice and ask how much longer this would take…

Augustine could sense just how irritated the man was getting. He wanted his Pokémon back and he wanted it now. Turning to him, the professor can only offer words to keep him distracted just long enough for Detective Hart to make her appearance.

He can hear her outside the door and looks towards it as it swings open. Stepping back and away from the trainer, he allows the woman to do what she had to do. This was a police matter and he would not get in the way.

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cleversmile:

“Yeah. That’s fine,” Celene shrugged and nodded. She wouldn’t say that, until DNA tests were performed, anyone around the Pokemon at this time could’ve viewed as suspicious. The Bulbasaur had been afraid of the Professor, too, after all.

…Not that she actually suspected him or his staff of anything. Cases like these were rarely that elaborate; plus, she could tell when someone had those tendencies. He definitely did not. But procedure was procedure.

They left the Bulbasaur to have some time to itself and she let him lead the way through to the other rooms.

“Have you ever had a situation like this happen before, Professor?”

“Never.” Which he was obviously glad about, but now he had to deal with this situation and learn about what had to be done. “It’s something that I hoped would never come up, but now I have to learn how to deal with a Pokémon who has suffered such abuse and trauma.”

He would have to inform the staff about what happened here, but perhaps once the trainer had been spoken to.

“Let me show you the Pokémon we have here.”

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cleversmile:

“Thank you. That shouldn’t be necessary, though. I’m not a doctor. I only know where to look on the…well. Outside. Still, I’d like to have my Pokemon talk with the others here. See if anyone else is facing similar situations.”

Matron and the Bulbasaur now came over and she looked down.

“All good? Thanks, Matron. I’ll call on you again in a bit.” Matron returned to her Pokeball and Celene crouched down, holding the Bulbasaur’s gaze. A hand reached out and rested on his head, patting gently. “Easy now. Is it okay if I examine you?”

Hesitantly, the Bulbasaur nodded. Its gaze flicked to Sycamore. Then back to her.

“Don’t worry. We’re both friends. Sycamore here isn’t pleased with what happened, either. He didn’t know what you went through, but now he does.” She waited for the Bulbasaur to acknowledge that response before she reached down and picked him up. Moving to sit in a chair, she turned the creature over in her arms to examine its underside –

And immediately its vines shot out, curling around her arm, tense.

“I know, I know. You don’t like this. I’m sorry. But I have to make sure you’re not really injured. It’ll just be a minute.” And believe me, I don’t get any excitement checking out your junk. She did, though, eyeing the light outlines of faded bruises around the delicate areas. There were some faded scars, too. The poor little thing must have bled and been unable to move.

Fucking creep. She was going to break his arm. Break something.

“All right, you’re done. It’s okay,” She set him back down on the ground. The Bulbasaur looked relieved, but immediately scurried behind the couch again anyway. Celene turned back to Sycamore, running a hand through her hair.

“Yeah. It’s what we feared,” she muttered. “Did that trainer say when he was coming back?”

“Two days.” He couldn’t get over this and watches as the Bulbasaur hurries back to its safe place. What kind of monster could do such a thing to the creature it was meant to protect and care for? He crosses his arms, frowning at the memory of the man.

(I shook his hand.)

It was frightening to think about how any stranger on the street or visitor who came into the lab could be like that and not give off any warning signs. He really hadn’t been suspicious of the man who had said that his Bulbasaur was acting off. The mind didn’t immediately jump to an awful reason like the one they had now figured out, but no he realizes that it was something that always had to be considered.

Even though she said that she wasn’t a doctor, the professor feels it best to have a proper check-up. Maybe after working with the Bulbasaur and gaining some more trust he could see how best to go about it. Or perhaps he could call upon the help of Joy and have her do it. If the Pokémon was more comfortable around women, then that might be the best choice.

No other Pokémon in the lab was showing signs like this Bulbasaur. Most of the residents here had lived in the lab for a while now. There was also some babies who had just been born around four days ago.

“If you would like to check the other Pokémon, then you are welcome to. I must accompany you, however.” It was just how it was. This was his lab and he cared for these Pokémon along with his staff and he had to oversee what went on, especially with someone coming from the outside.

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cleversmile:

Well. That was sort of good news. But not actually any good.

At least I won’t have to hold back if I have to knock him on his ass. ‘If.’ As though she wasn’t already planning it.

“You’re not going to like the answer to that question, Professor.” She paused. “I’m going to assume this Bulbasaur is male and doesn’t have a name?” When Sycamore shook his head, she sighed. “Okay. Let me see if I can take a closer look at him. Step back a bit.”

Once he had, Celene approached the Pokemon by the couch and crouched down. She wasn’t a gentle woman by any means, but she had learned to act that way in these situations. It was the only way to coax Pokemon like this out of their shell.

“Hey there,” She was careful to keep her tone neutral, too, and not to call the Bulbasaur any affectionate nicknames. If he didn’t have a name, his trainer could have called him anything from ‘boy’ to ‘handsome’ and Celene didn’t want to invoke anything that would make him think she was associated with him. “My name is Celene, and I’m here to help you. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you’ve been through and I can help you get away from it. But I need to look you over first and check for any injuries to prove it. Would you mind coming over here?”

The Bulbasaur watched her wearily, a low growl in its throat – not of aggression, but hesitance. Celene gave it a minute before reaching for the Pokeball on her belt.

“You’re nervous, I get it,” she acknowledged, nodding. “Here. Maybe this lady can help. Matron?”

A Nidoqueen popped out of the ball in a flash of light and with a glance towards Celene, she approached the Bulbasaur. The other Pokemon backed up a little, intimidated, but eased as soon as they started to converse. Celene stood up and moved over to where Sycamore had stepped back.

“Makes me wish I knew what they were saying,” she murmured. “—Well. I have an idea, but still.” Her gaze turned towards him and her arms folded. He probably wanted to know what was up. “I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of things in your career, Professor. Good and bad. But what I primarily specialize in is probably one of the worst. You’ve heard of pokephiliacs, right?”

He had his own ideas about what could have been causing the Bulbasaur’s fear and anxiety, but his mind didn’t want to stay on that reason for too long. It was vile, abominable, and something that he couldn’t stand to think about. Something that shouldn’t happen.

Tearing his eyes away from the interaction between the Bulbasaur and Nidoqueen, he listens to the detective confirm what he had been dreading. A breath is inhaled as his expression darkens with a frown.

“Yes, I’ve heard of them.”

It wasn’t something he was trained in noticing - which he should learn more about despite his disgust for it - so he waits for the woman to elaborate. The Bulbasaur makes a noise that draws his attention again. It seemed to be a bit more relaxed now that the other Pokémon was speaking with it.

“If that is the case, detective, then do what you must. You have free use of our facilities.” They had already did a brief check-up on the creature, but it had fought against anything more to the point where it had tried to do itself harm.