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Realizing that he had not got anyones attention, Deo was not content with being ignored. So he just got up with a box of sweet malasadas and went to approach Crystal and Reno.

“Hey, care for some of these sweets? We are on my grandma's sweets list. I am going to get some others for the people upstairs” Deo would also exercise caution as he could feel the anger from Crystal. So he would set the sweets down.

Grabbing some cupcakes, he would go to Doc Owl and as he went there, he could hear Darts and Doc talking. Years of “dont listen in on others” made him drown out the conversation. He walked in saying “Got some sweets for you both, my grandma made them and we will be getting more every so often” He would set them down and leave. Grabbing some chocolate covered berries, he would then head to Ter’s room and set them outside the door, knocking twice.

“Got some chocolate covered berries out here for ya, also more sweets in the kitchen” He would say. He walked to sub’s room next, and walked away from a snoring drunkard. The stench drove Deo away before he even got to say anything.

Darts glances up briefly, seconds away from getting inch long staples put through his head, sees Deo leave, and then shrugs. At least he'd have cupcakes afterwards.



The Giratina hybrid, no stranger to pain, braces himself the best he can but even still he can't help but let a hiss escape his mouth as soon as the staple gun goes off.

WHAM. A fiery spiked cudgel smashes the staple gun to pieces, very nearly removing Doc's hand in the process as the Ogre removes her perceived threat to her new friend, sliding Darts' chair back and away from the situation with a kick of her 'sandled' foot.

"Po, pyon po!" She shouts, defiantly, as her mask ripples with fire. I cannot allow them to harm you. You will not take us alive, interlopers!

"Ogerpon, please, chill out!" Darts begs her, hands together as he tries to get in between the Orderly and Doc and the newest member of his team. And not for her protection. Orderly may have muscles but he sincerely doubted he was a match for this Pokemon. Arceus, this was going to be trouble. "Please, I know you barely know me but believe you me I would avoid getting these things in my head if I could... but I can't." Boy he usually would take any excuse to get out of seeing the doctor... but for once he actually needed it and things were complicated. "I told you I was going to show you the world, well, it starts here. Not everyone and everything is our enemy."

Her breathing is labored, smoke huffing out from the Hearthflame Mask's nostrils as she holds her cudgel in both hands defiantly, looking between Darts to the Orderly, to Doc, and then back again, her mask moving as she does so. After a couple of minutes of nothing happening, Darts slowly takes a couple of ginger steps forward, one (still injured) hand outstretched. "You can watch this happen if it makes you feel better, but you can NOT fight either of them. You said we had an accord and we were going to travel together, so... trust me."

The Ogre pauses, its breathing belabored still for a couple moments until, mercifully, its mask changes back to the Teal Mask, the Hearthflame going back amongst the collection lashed to its mask. "Grrr, pyon..." I do not think this is the way to do things... but if you say it must, it must. She acquiesces, letting her Ivy Cudgel dispel as Darts gets back into position on the table.

"Sorry about that Doc... hopefully you have a spare or two lying around..."

Wheeling his chair over and setting down his milkshake on the table, Reno would grab one of the malasadas before taking a large bite. Had things really gone so bad to warrant this whole tense atmosphere? The groans and stumbling of a very far-gone Sub, alongside the loud crash from the direction of the infirmary certainly seemed like an answer. Taking a moment to take another large bite, Reno said, "Glad to know me and Sol's relaxing few days of deep diving crime and cryptids like we're starting a podcast was the better vacation."

Doc stared at Ogrepon, now seeing that the mask wasn’t necessarily part of the Pokémon per se, in a similar fashion to say a Marowak’s bone club or a Farfetch’d leek, but still nonetheless crucial. The face was interesting on this Pokémon too. A rather curious sort; almost endearing looking as it started to enjoy the cupcake. Orderly finally got back into the room with a new staple gun and a new set of staples. Quickly, the Machamp himself loaded the new stapler and handed it to Doc. Doc Owl would walk around a bit, giving himself some room between Ogrepon and himself then once again adjusted Darts’s head so he could get the best look at his injury. He took a cursory glance at the Pokémon then back at the injury. He’d line up the staple gun in the next needed spot. Then finally…click-snap.

Doc would save his sigh of relief until after he finished tending to the injury, which only needed a couple more staples. After putting the staple gun aside, he would start to examine the other injuries which looked superficial, but with Darts’s own unique physiology, it was hard to tell if any thing was needed. Doc had became aware of Darts’s healing, something that he had others to express disbelief in, but it was what it was. The thing he realized though it was sort of a blessing and a curse all in one. In superficial injuries through the golden pieces on himself, it was probably fine the way they are and just needed to be treated similar to other injuries. Clean surface treatments and be done with it. Nothing seemed to be warped in any capacity that would warrant realignment. In that in cases like broken limbs and such, without quick action to get the injury set in place, it could heal wrong before Doc would have a chance to get to it and effectively cripple Darts. It was as similar reasoning as to why he was needing to take the stapler to that large gash.

As Darts continued to get examined, Doc started to notice that Ogerpon starting to have a bit of a curiosity streak as it started to explore the med lab. The Machamp, Orderly, was getting antsy, as the things the weird Pokémon was trying to find itself in, he took meticulous time in cleaning, organizing, and so on only for Ogerpon to potentially ruin it. Doc caught a cursory glance, giving him a tap on his large shoulder and gave a shake of his head 'no'. It was fine. Don’t need to cause any more havoc, let alone broken utensils than what already had transpired here. This Pokémon was primitive, unknown to what the modern world was like. Doc was reminded of Tristen at a very young age, specifically around the time Blizzard took the boy under his wing, but even more extreme than even that by leaps and bounds. Etiquette was a foreign concept to Ogerpon, for one. And every last thing not nailed down was a discovery that needed to be parsed through.

Once Ogerpon found the stethoscope, Doc couldn’t help but to give a slight chuckle. It was a kid, through and through. Doc would gently take the stethoscope and start to show her. “This is a stethoscope. I use this to listen to people’s breathing and their heartbeat.” He said, putting the stethoscope on proper. “Like this.” He then looked towards Darts, trying to give him a sign to let him demonstrate if only a few seconds. He’d put the diaphragm flat onto Darts’s chest, giving a listen for a heartbeat, and when he got what he needed, he would take off the ear frame and offered to Ogerpon. “Would you like to listen?” he then asked.

“That’s his heart.” Doc Owl told Ogerpon. “That’s one of the things in his body that keeps him alive. You have one of those, too, you know. A lot of living things has them.” He said, pulling the chest piece away from Darts, then offered it to Ogerpon. “Here, put this on your chest. Have a listen.” Doc offered to the legendary Pokémon. This Pokémon was still a little on guard with everything that has been going on over the past few minutes so it was best to respect the boundaries for the time being.

“Well, it’s a wonder for anyone that doesn’t know how the world works. Let her have her fun.” Doc said, putting the stethoscope around his neck after taking it back when the legendary was done with it. “Just make sure that she doesn’t break anything else in the process.”

“Machaa…” Machamp concurred.

“Orderly, did you check on Litten by chance?” he then asked the Machamp.

“Macha-chaaa.” The Machamp replied to the doctor.

“Hiding under the-hoo…I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised after what happened. And you told him what I told you to?”

“Machamp.”

“Probably something its not going to grow out of until it evolves probably…” Doc speculated. “All the same, he doesn’t need to be hiding in the closet like that, cudgel-wielding Pokémon or no. Get him out of there and check on the things that he knocked over in his haste, please. If anything did break, let me know.” He said. The Machamp would then walk off to retrieve the Litten out of his hiding place. “I got the feeling its not going to be as easy to train Litten in the ways of a medical office as it was for Orderly.” Doc said Darts. “At any rate, now that I managed to get the bigger issue on you taken care of, everything else will mend in time. But as I mentioned, do not find yourself going to bed not for at least another six hours. I have to make sure that there aren’t internal issues after taking a swift hit that earned those staples on you. Though feel free to go on and get yourself cleaned off in the process.”