[X] My Assistant

[Living Arrow]

This RP is closed to applicants. The participants are Living Arrow (Ivy), Master Houndoom (Jay), Umbrae Calamitas (Sagira) and Pumpkin King (Victor).

Any bunnying has been approved by the characters' owners.

“Doctor Stalvin, an update, please.” Officer Crichton marched into the I.C. unit, his impressive bulk nearly filling the small room in which his subordinate rested. Her young body rose and fell evenly, her strong heart still pounding with her passion for life. He smiled fondly down at her, his thick moustache bristling over a wrinkled face that shone with pride. She had come so far in such little time.

“The last dose of Correction Fluid was administered four hours ago and the cycle is complete. I have run sixteen diagnostic tests to see if the antibodies have recovered and our bank of Alakazam have completed their scans. Everything is in order and she is perfectly healthy.” The Doctor, confident in his prognosis, still busied himself with the machines that the girl’s body was connected to. Wires invaded her nostrils, mouth, arms while more were stuck to her chest, stomach and hands. The scars on her pale skin softly stretched with her every breath, their mark a permanent to the nightmares of her past. Crichton frowned.

“Oh, my Ivy… It’ll be alright now…” He whispered, running enormous fingertips over her delicate brow and into her hair. That mat of frizzy golden wire had been tamed during her stay in the infirmary, a nurse paid extra to condition and brush it every day to give it some semblance of humanity. A little over two weeks and it was as soft as spun silk and twice as shiny. Two weeks since he had taken her from that rooftop and began the treatment to set her right. To make her… better…

“I recommend her treatments continue on a biweekly basis and she follow the course of medication that I prescribed last week. The latest formulation has the best effect that we’ve found since she was admitted and has no visible side effects. The entire operation has been a success.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Crichton’s eye brimmed for the smallest of moments before he quelled the feelings inside him and addressed the physician once more. “Let’s get her out of here.”

*****

That was then. ---------- This is now.

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“Wha- Where am I?” Ivy moaned as she woke groggily, her throat catching as though she had been in a desert for months. She spluttered weakly and searched her surroundings for a drink. A small plastic cup rested on a silver table next to her bed. She lifted it to her nose and sniffed. Oh, how she sniffed. The faintest traces of any odour were drawn up into her nostrils and blasted her mind with information. The scent of human sweat. Masculine perfumes. The tangy stink of hospitals. Water. She drank greedily, splashing a little over her chin. Rubbing it off with the back of her hand, she pulled back the covers.

“Ugh.” She groaned, feeling the wires and tubes sticking into her body tug like flimsy restraints. She had woken up with more plugged into her every orifice and a tube going all the way down into her stomach – this was nothing. Wincing slightly, she plucked at each invasive thread and casting it aside.

Getting dressed was a simple affair. A set of Aqua casuals were draped over a chair at the foot of her bed, in her size. She donned them quickly and walked upright to the door, her tired eyes looking around wearily.

“Oh, shoes!” She turned around and searched the room for the footwear but nothing had been left behind. She frowned. Who would forget shoes? Everyone wore shoes! “Weird…”

Moving into the glowing hallway, Ivy quickly recognised the eastern wing of the infirmary and immediately headed for the exit. Staying around meant signing forms and that seemed so… so… she couldn’t think of the word… it was just so…

“Silly how they don’t even ask what we get for dinner anymore.” An orderly chuckled to his visitor as she passed his room. Ivy didn’t spare them a glance.

~

The Maw smelled of wet rock and confusion as she entered the main cavern, heading northwards towards her sleeping quarters. No-one seemed to pay her any attention as they scurried about their duties, some rushing out to missions while others returned from a busy day’s work. Replicated azure uniforms dashed this way and that, sloshing and broiling like the Team’s namesake. Ivy did not let her gaze linger as she moved onwards – she had seen this all before. The Maw was always crowded and noisy. Nothing was new there.

“Hello?” Ivy pushed open the front door to her block of quarters but was only welcomed by silence as she padded inside, her feet growing extremely cold and wet. She made a mental note to remind the staff in the infirmary to give all patients shoes for when they were leaving. It was ludicrous!

Finding her door, Ivy thumbed the combination for the lock and let herself in quietly, immediately spotting the three Pokeballs that had no doubt been returned to their shelf as soon as she had ended up in hospital. The clean-up crew were very good at their jobs so it was to be expected, really. Without a second thought, she clicked all three open and sack into the soft, furry, warm excited flurry of Pokemon that had become her brethren of closest friends and powerful allies. Tongues licked at her face with unsuppressed joy and tails wagged with the utmost glee that Ivy came to expect from her brothers when they had been separated for any length of time.

“It’s ok, guys! I’m home!”

~

A couple of hours later, once all the pomp and ceremony of the team’s reunion had subsided, a clattered of keys and the thumping of the front door announced on of her block mate’s arrival. She looked at Alpha and cocked her head to the side.

Who is it?

The Mightyena sniffed once and bobbed his head, tilting his ears and whining softly. Ivy nodded with acknowledgement.

Victor.

Ivy grinned. She hadn’t seen her friend in so long! She jumped off her bed (narrowly missing landing on Kappa’s tails) and swung her door open to find her old teammate walking down the corridor towards her. His hair was just as perfect as ever and his uniform had not a speck of dust on it. She smiled broadly and held out her arms for a hug.

“Victor!”