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"O-Oh, p-p-please don't do that . . . Um! C'mon, be a good Pokemon and- oh, no, please stop knocking all those things over . . . Um! Oh wait, come on, um . . . oh, what a mess . . . "

Thuli Joy was new to the business of her namesake. Like any Joy of the civilized regions, she was the snipped and shaped to continue on the family business. Her mother, and her grandmother, and her great grandmother (and whatever great-greats were to follow) were all nurses and of course, it was expected she was to do the same. So without an attempt at protest (or rather, a chance to actually put up argument), Thuli was shipped off to Katarina, Zatao to train under the watchful eye of her second cousin. Unfortunately, her grasp on control was as tight as a noose around a toothpick.

The Tentacruel was flailing about, spilling over vials of unknown liquids and rattling pill bottles like cylindrical maracas. His fuss seemed never-ending and there was only one answer to blame: separation anxiety. A rather pretty woman (What was her name? Claramay Pearls?) had left the Jellyfish Pokemon in the training nurse's care for the night. After she cordially placed the Pokeball down and sashayed as quickly as she could out of there is when the poor in-training nurse's troubles began. For some reason, it knew when its owner left and promptly popped from its ball to search for her. When she showed no signs of returning, it continued to promptly destroy the back of the center as if searching for her. It's already been an hour . . . and Thuli still couldn't bring it to rest.

She's tried everything, from bribery to song, and nothing has worked. She was ready to call it quits and run for her cousin, but she was already busy as it was taking in injured Pokemon from sudden attacks around Carona Coast. Overall, the trainee was to take care of the mess herself. But it wouldn't listen and now- oh great, now it just broke a window!

"Huh?" Thuli turned about to see an unfamiliar head poke its way into the back room. "H-Hey . . . " she lightly muttered. "Y-You're not suppose to be back here- oh, duck!"

The Tentacruel had somehow managed to find its way into the surgical equipment. Handfuls of scalpels and capped hypodermic needles were tossed about, stabbing into the interior of extremely expensive monitoring tech and cork boards brimming with check-up schedules. The injectors fluttered past the wall landing into a collapsed pile in the corner, but the scalpels were dangerous arrows that sliced through the air as if it were skin. Thuli ducked quickly as they stabbed into the cushy boarding, wiping her brow with an exasperated sigh.

"That was a close one . . . Uhh, uhh!" Through her fear, she tried her best to muster up an in-charge air. She failed. "W-Who are you and what are you- wah!" The Tentacruel toppled a shelf of med textbooks, gnawing into the wood. " . . . what are you doing in here?"

"<Cetus!>" the Tentacruel burbled in Pokemon talk. But to the surrounding ears unfortunately human, it came out was as a strained Warble! "<Cetus! Where are youuu?!>"

Thuli had scuttled underneath the opening of her cousin's desk, arms strapped over her head as she trembled with fear. "I-I-I-I don't care who you are!" she suddenly shouted as the Tentacruel threw over a monitor. "J-J-Just, please, oh goodness, please stop that thing!"

Before the Tentacruel could consider what other item it would destroy in hopes it would make his precious Cetus appear, the volt from the Luxio sizzled its senses. He broke from his flailing desperation and his mood morphed into a flailing rage. Why was he getting attacked?! He didn't do anything wrong!

"Warble, warble, warble!" The Jellyfish Pokemon suddenly released a Venoshock, which came in a thick spray of acidic spittle. Where the little globs landed, they burned. This just caused Thuli to pull herself deeper under the workbench, regretting ever agreeing to nurse training,

The Tentacruel once again cackled under the electricity, smoldering a bit under his blue rim. Ah, electrical attacks were so annoying! "" he roared, burbling with another Venoshock. ""

Like a Growlithe with aching hinds, Thuli scuttled her way towards the exit. Who cared for the battle or her visitor, she was getting the hell outta there!

Yep, Thuli was gone.

The Tentacruel flailed his arms in varied rings through the air as if trying to reason with the Luxio. Why doesn't he know Cetus?! "" he cried. ""

"" The Tentacruel was utterly flabbergasted. Finally, someone who knows his trainer (or so he believes). He listened to the Luxio was a coaxed easiness and clamped his jaw shut so he could further listen. Of course, Cetus was quite used to the Tentacruel throwing tantrums and growing hellbent when separated. It was the main reason she got rid of the runt to complete her mission by the coast. He would have only been a hindrance. ""