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Ari cast a small smile down at it tan puppy as she yipped and bounced around a little at his feet. Not very hyper for a puppy but extremely for her; Ari raped quickly on the door as to return the hand to the small white box he'd temporarily balanced in the other and waited patiently for the door to be answered. Since spring as in the air, Ari had made cup cakes with chocolate covered almonds placed in the center of the icing to look like eggs in a nest, it seemed fitting at least at the time.

He’d left the bedroom the second day, but hadn’t found the means nor the energy to make it any further than the couches arranged in the center of the apartment's main room. They, at least, were ones from home, and he was content to lay there with the minimal comfort they brought, even when a knock sounded from the door. It was possible that it was his father, returning with groceries and arms too full to fiddle with the key. It was even more possible that it was the new doctor he was assigned to. Both options weren’t enough for him to leave - his father could work around the armful of bags sooner or later, and the doctor could wait another day. 

Petalla answered the door instead, her greeting chirp swinging up in a whistle at the stranger. That made Levy lift his head from the pillow, and sit upright when he found that it was neither Christophe or anyone in a lab coat. 

"…Can I help you?"

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Verdanturf was a further drive than either Levy or Christophe thought and Levy found himself watching the streetlamps flicker past through half-lidded eyes. They weren't the same lights as in Laverre, as similar as the harsh florescent bulbs were. They weren't the same roads. He wasn't in the same car. 

The museum had helped somewhat. Ancient fossils and futuristic experimental devices were different everywhere, making it easy to think he was somewhere else, somewhere closer to home, where it was easier and a little bit safer to be, sheltered from the reality of the situation by four familiar walls surrounded by trees he'd known since birth. Reality was extremely difficult to escape, Levy was realizing, when there was nothing familiar. He had to take in everything. He had to look at the buildings rising above him. He had to watch the empty road in front of the car. He had to understand that his leg was gone and even though the purpose of leaving everything he'd known was supposed to help it was never going to change. 

Christophe pulled over a few blocks away from the hospital and unfolded the wheelchair crammed in the truck. Levy had been given a set of crutches, but after the ferry and car ride in the same day, even the thought of attempting to stand made him dizzy. The wheelchair was one of the few sources of familiarity now, he had to accept, as much as he hated it. His father promised to return once he turned the car in, and Leverette busied himself with finding the bottle of painkillers in his bag. A series of pokeballs were pulled out soon after. 

Khoshekh was his first priority. She'd never been in a pokeball before and he'd been anxious to let her as soon as possible. Petalla came second, his hand hovering between hers and his Sylveon's. He closed his fingers around Aelferic's pokeball, but didn't release her. He didn't need her. Not yet, at least. Khoshekh prowled the area lit up by the closest lamp, tail flashing back and forth, jaws parted in a silent snarl. The unfamiliarity was getting to her too, and Levy found some relief in that. The fact that she was there at all was a large weight off his shoulders, but he found the worry building back up as she tensed, hackles rising. 

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Bar Hopping (Closed w/Snow)

Leverette didn't respond to Snow's text, preferring to scowl down at his phone and curse his friend's inability to help. Or unwillingness. How much clearer could he have been? Maybe if he'd known the bar he was out. Maybe it he knew the street signs. Maybe if he could walk outside and look for himself. He slammed his fist on the table and hissed out a breath at the pain that shot up from his wrist. His arm numbed and he watched the skin around his ulna until footsteps slid against hardwood floor and his father dropped into the seat across from his again. 

"Il'e vien' pas," Levy mumbled. He looked up from his arm and glazed eyes flicked back and forth between the wavering shape of his father. Good, that was good. "Il'e 'en' 'as j'ais le faire moi même'." Christophe raised bushy brows and his legs followed suit when Leverette braced his hands on the table and attempted to rise. "J'ais le faire moi-même!" He lurched forward to shake off his father's hand tight around his shoulder and stumbled into the chair behind him. He didn't resist when Christophe pulled him to his feet and he leaned against him as they made their way out of the building, but he tugged in the direction he thought the pokemon center was as soon as they were out. 

"La voiture," Christophe insisted, grip tightening, but Levy shook his head. The sidewalk rolled under his feet and Christophe didn't have much of a choice but to follow the man down to the ground when he knees gave way. "La voiture," he repeated, looking into his son's unfocused ones, before situating him against the wall of the bar and walking briskly down the street. 

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Not a Leg to Stand On (Closed w/Snow)

"You don't have to stay here," Leverette mumbled, turning his eyes away from the window to glance at his father. The man's eyebrows rose but his mouth remained closed. It had been close to an hour since the last text sent to Snow, and he was wondering when his friend would arrive and when he should except the...Leverette stopped his thoughts and swallowed, almost choking when his throat tightened. His fingers curled into the sheets of the hospital bed and they slowly relaxed with a soft wave of comfort. He didn't need to look to see the source of it. No amount of half-hearted arguements and not quiet glares was going to stop his pokemon from helping him and...in all honest, Leverette was more afraid of losing the false sense of security than the weariness of his newly evolved Sylveon. 

Levy let out a breath as the eyes stayed on him. "I...asked a friend to pick up Ares' things in Dendemille and bring it to the hotel." He watched the gaze falter and he dropped his own to the floor. There was a squeaking of chair legs and the soft puff of air of a compressed cushion finally relieved of its weight and Levy nodded in silent thanks. His father shut the door behind him, and with Christopher went the last of his energy. It was getting more difficult to put his mouth into the small smile he usually carried, more tiresome to find his voice behind the hurt and fear stuck in his throat. Leverette moved a hand to rub a thumb over the curve of his leg before scratching behind Aelferic's ears. 

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Fetch (Open)

Leverette bounced the rubber ball in his hand to test its weight and catch his pokemon's attention. The Eevee's large ears perked up for a moment before falling flat against its back once more. His large eyes tracked its up and down motions, though, and Levy gave Aelferic a small smile. Crouching down, he held the ball out for a second so the timid pokemon could get a better look before rolling it a short distance away. The light-colored Eevee followed it after a second of hesitation and rolled it around with a paw before picking it up, turning its head to glance at the waiting man, hand outstretched to receive it, and smiled when Aelferic padded up to him. He sniffed at the offered fingers and dropped the ball into his open palm, back legs trembling with the slightest of shivers in muted unease, and Levy ran a soft hand down his back. 

"Good," he told his Eevee, giving it one more pet before tossing the ball a second time, a little further down the path. Aelferic, still unsure of what exactly the purpose of this was, trotted slowly after it. Ears lifting just a bit, her glanced about himself but didn't move to pick up the ball. Instead, his tail fluffed out and he barked, a small, muted sound, at the unknown road ahead. 

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Snowed In (Closed w/Avis)

Leverette had put the thermostat as high as he dared to warm up the small building in case the high winds and heavy snowfall knocked out the power, but even though Leuce's fur was fizzing with stored heat and Hestia was sprawled out in the tiled floor with Ares soaking up the warmth pouring from the heaters, all the heat int he world couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine as the windows rattled at a particularly strong blast of winter wind. Amasis ruffled his feathers as if in agreement with the silent thoughts the shop owner had while watching the snow build up on the sill and the ice on the glass' surface race towards the upper edges of the frame. 

"It started snowing earlier than I thought," the blond mused to himself. He turned from the window and busied himself with checking the number of blankets he had left. He had to step over Khoshekh to get to the isle, and in a brief respite in his thoughts about the storm had him thinking he was grateful he'd brought all his pokemon into the shop. What would he have done if he let her stay outside on a day like this?

His soft smile was turned to the stack of fleece blankets before him, and he ran his hands across their soft fabric. Several concerned mothers had taken half of the stock yesterday, and Levy hoped that with the combined numbers in his and his father's shop, they'd have enough for anyone looking for a source of warmth. 

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Flight Class (Open)

Levy snapped the buckles around Tate's chest with deft fingers. He'd had enough practice with the number of times he'd fiddled with the position of the straps - making sure they comfortable, wouldn't chafe or inhibit his wings, and would carry the weight of the packs evenly - and from the number of times the Pidgeotto took the straps off. The man tugged on a strap with slightly more force than necessary (he just wanted to get his point across, not hurt the pokemon) before snapping the last buckle in place with the same hesitation he'd shown the first few times he tried, trying to keep his fingers out of the way of the pinching pieces. 

With a deep breath, the blond stepped back from the large bird. Hope filled his chest on the inhale and the stress of his stubborn pokemon left on the exhale. This was it. It had to be. 

"Okay, Tate." Petalla watched from a few steps behind Leverette, safe from the wind Tate could produce with just a few flaps of his wings, but the Minn climbing all over her and squeaking for attention was more entertaining and the small static the electric type gave off ticklish. Hestia had more concentration, and he several tails wagged back and forth slowly in anticipation. "All you have to do is flap. I just want to see if you can carry this much for now."The Pidgeotto clacked his beak sharply, as if annoyed that the man wouldn't think he was strong enough. Levy gave him a smile and took a step back, but despite Tate's displeasure at the man's words, he stayed on the ground, sharp talons dug fast in the dirt.  

Levy waited a moment before pressing a thumb in the space just below the center of his forehead, as if trying to rub the frown lines forming there. Frustration, an unfamiliar but increasingly common feeling, rose in his throat as a sharp word. "Can you please just do this once for me?"

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He had thought the ice looked thicker at this part of the river. Or, more correctly, his pokemon thought the ice was thicker. Leverette enjoyed watching Hestia and Leuce try their paws on the flat, slippery surface, though he was much more hesitant to step on it himself even when Leuce waved his paws in encouragement. He stayed with Tate on the riverbank, the ice melting into his sneakers more than enough to curb his curiosity about ice skating. Tate agreed, ruffling his feathers at every blast of cold wind that blew over him. It wasn't long until the Pidgey found itself settled in the nook of Levy's elbow, inside his jacket, from where he held Petalla. Leverette smiled, glad that the grumpy bird and the caterpillar - though, more cocoon now... - were getting along somewhat, and watched his other pokemon slip and slide across the river. Until the ice cracked.

Now, Leverette found himself heading back to Camphrier, heavy winter clothes stuck to his thin frame and heavy with water. Hestia had tried her best to dry them up after he grabbed her from the frozen river and pulled her back to shore, but there was only so much a small Vulpix could do. He shuffled his way towards the town, hoping the pokemon center had something better...as long as they didn't mind having him back.

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