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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 5:03 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
:As Medixia watches Yumiko curl up and faint, she looks like a anxious kitten or child as she looks in each direction and makes a questioning sound as if asking if somebody is out there. Then she looks down at the sand and resting woman. She swallows hard as she wonders how in the world she's going to get her out of there, and that breaks her concentration on Curaja. Medixia winces as the spell recoils on her, but it's not too bad. She kneels down to watch Yumiko for a moment, checking that she's breathing steadily. Heaving a sigh of relief, she takes a seat. It's about now that Xin and Giga come out from where they've been hiding.:
Oh! There you two are. Don't worry, she's just tired. I used curative magic on her, so she'll be just fine.
:Medixia smiles as she recalls that training bracelet and pulls it out. She runs her fingers over it and instantly thinks of Van, the Psychic Mistress. Should she seek her out and train her poison abilities?:
"One day, I'll take you flying..." huh? I don't really see a silver lining to my power... Even with "J"'s gift...my very touch is fatal...
(thus we fast forward to Paradox's post ninja )
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:27 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
It takes a bit of time for the woman to stir, her head lifting from the sand, as she sits upward, seemingly normal, hands flexing just slightly, as she glanced around to see if Medixia was still in the area. She was doing quite well, as far as she could tell. Healthy, and stout once again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:33 pm
arrow Island 1; Ninja'd
And out of the blue, next to Yumiko, and next to Medixia, a pair of pokemon eggs in little crystals shows up out of nowhere..they've been ninja'd in. And wherever it came from, Ninja vanish.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:36 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
Blink. No, double blink.
An.. egg?
She reached out, lifting the one closest to her, for a brief moment, debating an omelet, before banishing the thought. It was just her growling stomach talking. She'd find food later.
She tapped the egg shell very lightly, tipping it this way and that, attempting to determine what, exactly, it contained.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:44 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
:Medixia had fallen asleep near Yumiko. She'd even missed the whole news conference. If it was anywhere near them, it's not like they'd have known. Maybe they'll catch the conference later? In any case, she rolls over in her sleep to encompass the strangely appeared egg under her arm. She seems gentle enough, and her skin doesn't touch the shell. It should be safe... It does stir her, however. As her eyes flutter open, she notices Yumiko awake. Medixia yawns as she absentmindedly rubs the egg very gently and serenely.:
'morning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:54 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
"Morning.." the woman stands, and dusts the sand from her skirt, tucking the egg gently under one arm.
"I have things I should attend to. I will speak with you later?" her manner was curt, as if she'd suddenly remembered something very important that she had to do. Then again, considering how she looked, she was probably headed to get a shower. God knows she wanted the sea salt out of her hair.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:02 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
:Medixia abruptly stands, as if following suit. She's still not quite awake, and grabs her own egg right along. She wasn't even thinking about it. When she notices it, she's halfway to giving Yumiko an answer. She nods her head with a simple...:
Hai.
:Then she looks up with a smile and a tilt of her head. She seems very much aware of the egg she's holding now.:
I'm a Seafoam medic, so don't hesitate to seek my services. I may be an untrained poison trainer, but my healing skills are top-notch.
:With that, she nods as Xin and Giga gather at her legs.:
Be well.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:06 pm
arrow Island 1, Egg
Maybe it's just the time for hers to react..or maybe it's just dumb luck..but when the Wind Saint is out of sight, the egg in Medixia's hands takes on a soft glow..then a brilliant light..the crystal melting away like so much ice..and it starts to hatch..all on its own. It must have been on some kind of timer..
...egg timer. Har har..
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:40 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
She nodded briefly, and gave the girl a fond smile.
"Thanks.. I'll remember that whenever I'm hurting. Goodness knows I spend more time injured than anyone else I know." a sheepish laugh, before she turned, and headed off, body rippling, as she seemed to dash across the planes, headed toward her island.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:51 pm
arrow Island 1, Shore
:Medixia waves to Yumiko as she dashes off, and the egg's crystal protection melting certainly catches her attention. She holds the egg at arm's length, not exactly sure what to make of it or do. She remains surprisingly calm. Maybe she's just forcing herself. Whatever the case, no extra poison is being introduced. She just kinda tilts her head and watches.:
(edit after Para-san's post)
(Budew Growth, Absorb, and Extrasensory)
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:56 pm
arrow Island 1, Egg
It lights up then, with a brilliant white light. As the shell cracks, energy pours forth from the hatching life, and there is a burst of energy..and then a tiny white light settles down on the ground near the poison trainer. When the light clears away, there is another flash..and what sits before her looks like..a flower. Well, sort of..it's a weird little plant..and it just smiles up at her cutely, cooing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 1:14 am
He knew that the military liked making people wait, but this was starting to get ridiculous. This... humidity was killing him. Who'd ever heard of there being enough water to saturate the air outside of a southern forest. Bletch.
Still, the wait was giving him time to write down his observations. He'd already filled several pages of the large yellow legal pad on his lap with scribbled cursive writing. Near indistinguishable from anything that passed as language, his fingers weren't scrawling code, simply a lifetime of hasty writing melded into what passed as notes.
Once he had finished the day's observations, he had gone onto his musings of the few questions that had been raised in his researching, doodling in the margins and drawing wild diagrams across the already disorganized notes.
And of course the three pages worth of observations on the waiting room he was currently sitting in and the receptionist, no few of which were just a tad biased.
"Excuse me, miss(sir)? Is there any word on my papers being processed or should I go find lodgings for the next?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 12:56 pm
::Wherever Honinbo was::
The lady passed his papers back.
"You requested transfer...but we can't give you any service until you tell me now. Marines, Air Force, Army, Navy, Coast Guard, or Reserves. Choose one."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 2:40 pm
arrow Military Welcome Center
Honinbo sighs, all that time for more red tape, hooray. The tanned man stands and approaches the desk.
"None of the above. Miss, the papers say rather clearly that I'm a researcher, don't you have a united R&D program or are they all separate? And shouldn't the fact that my papers indicate I'm a liaison from a foreign government with orders directly specifying I need to speak with a ranking officer before my assignment warrant at least a little attention?"
He taps the desk with one finger, lifts an eyebrow and smiles.
"I'm not here to enlist after-all. I have a military career that suits me fine with my own nation."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:57 pm
(( xp Which of course means he needs to talk to Captain Samus Joan Lovefelter or General Chris Ganale.))
arrow Island 1, Shore
:Medixia looks at the female budew. She'd never seen a pokemon like this one, but she could recognize the typing right away. She kneels down to gently rub the twisting bud atop the newly born pokemon's head. She doesn't know how resilient the little one would be to poisons, even as a grass/poison type, so she's glad she's wearing her gloves.:
Where'd you come from.
:She looks at Xin as the answer comes across the small 'psychic network' the abra had created long ago. Medixia looks back to the small budew with a bewildered expression. It would seem this newly born is...hers. She pulls a pokeball from her waist and holds it out. The budew coos and immediately wanders right into it. Medixia gently smiles.:
It looks like you two have a new sister.
:For now, she decides to head home and leave naming the budew to later.:
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