Thread: A New Home (ZaWarudo and Inspirit)

For now, Riven 's primary concern was nursing the injured Pokboy back to health with what scarce medical supplies she had on hand. He would be taken care of here, instead of being neglected by the PokCenter staff simply because he was an unowned and unidentified Pokboy. It was often better to be invisible under those unfavorable conditions. She wasn't sure what had led the Lucario here, nor who had left him in such a miserable state, but what Riven knew was that he needed constant supervision. Someone to nurse him through the night to make sure his fever was under control and he wasn't too uncomfortable. She expected the Lucario to be unconscious for at least a day or two, so when he jolted awake and mustered up the strength to speak regardless of the condition he was in, she was more surprised than she felt threatened. Her Milotic stood guarded behind her, prepared to knock him back to sleep, if need be. A simple Hypnosis wouldn't harm him in fact, it would probably do him some good. Relax, Riven coaxed him, pressing a cold towel to his forehead and gently maneuvering him back to a reclining position. You're in safe hands. The Milotic seemed to be the only one in the room who noticed, or was disturbed by, the fear in the Lucario's gaze. Them? she asked, arms folded casually over her chest. Do you mean the people that tried chasing us? At least, she assumed they were people but their perpetrators could have been anything so long as Nami and Rin didn't dawdle to identify the strangers. The people that chased you, were they Team Rocket? Riven asked the Lucario while she tended to a muddy scratch on his arm that hadn't been disinfected nor rinsed properly. Her piercingly azure eyes observed him, mentally noting everything from the way he spoke to the way his gaze trembled because his body couldn't. She knew the work of Team Rocket too well, and how they manipulated poor Pokmon with fear to do their bidding. It explained why the Lucario's initial impulse had been to fight in his moment of weakness and vulnerability, even against those that simply wanted to help. I'm not one of them, she reassured him, gently rubbing a thin layer of ointment over his scratches. My name is Riven, and I'm a gym leader. Nami and Rin, my Pokgirls, found and brought you here to my gym. She didn't ramble after that, choosing only to answer the questions asked. Her curt and often stern personality made battling hundreds of tamers a week less repetitive, and certainly less tedious. She was rumored to be quite the woman with a tough personality rivaling the stereotypical bubbly persona adopted by Water Pokmon experts from other regions. Whereas her admirers compared her dainty appearance to that of a spring shower, she was more like a destructive tsunami, and it showed as clear as daylight in battle. She certainly cared less for tamers, but Riven possessed a hidden fondness for Pokmon that people rarely saw in the brazen woman, fondness reserved for Pokboys like the Lucario. Riven even smiled when the Pokboy fought to sustain himself, her fingers gently stroking his hair and massaging his scalp. Lie down. You won't recuperate enough to do whatever you're in such a rush to do if you don't rest. The Floatzel, who had been observing her tamer and the Lucario converse, finally butted in, poking her head over the headboard to stare upside-down over the stranger's face. Hey, you, she grinned widely. What's your name, huh? You're really heavy, you know that? What's that weird pebble in your hand? Can I have it?