When your pokemon is hurt~? When it's bleeding and bruised~? When it's close to death~? This is the only place to choose~! Welcome to the Pokemon Center!
Where the motto is:
We didn't kill your Pokemon ....you did.
Here the staff of Nurses work hard to patch up your Pokemon to the best of their ability. Though be aware, for those that are in critical condition it sometimes takes more time to heal them.
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 9:08 pm
Trafalgar Vince Olympius X Mood: Neutral Battle Information: N/A
Trafalgar arrived at the Pokemon Center. Trust wasn't injured and didn't need to be healed but he decided he would stop inside the Pokemon Center anyways. He looked around the Pokemon Center. Nothing too unusual, he had been inside a Pokemon Center before. It was a nice place with services that would definitely help him out in the future. "I believe this is where we will come if you take damage and need to be healed, Trust." Trafalgar showed her around. "Alright, enough, we need to get to the resort. Trafalgar remembered the professor had said something about a helipad behind the Pokemon center.
Not to his surprise, there was a Helipad here. Now...he just needed to make sure he was prepared for this trip.
[[Not sure if I'm suppose to wait for some mod interaction here, so I'll wait!! xD]]
It wouldn't take long for the boy's ride to arrive. A jet black helicopter marked boldly with the rocket R on either side. The man acting as the Pilot seemed a little short for the task, but the real oddity was the presence of a Noctowl riding shotgun. Well at least Akumu retained it's reputation as being equal opportunity! "Hop in kid! I'll get ya there in no time! Just....eh...don;t mind the drop much. We can't land n' the parachute budgets a bit lackin' these days. Got some real nice bricks and silverware though!" Welp that was it. This was Trafalgar's one route to the island....safe or otherwise.
Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 12:15 am
Trafalgar Vince Olympius X Mood: Neutral Battle Information: N/A
The jet looked pretty cool, Team Rocket sure was an organization with cool assets. Trafalgar was rather confused as he listened to the pilot. "Uh..no problem." Trafalgar frowned. He wasn't used to rough landings but he figured he had to arrive safely...at least, right? "Trust, you should return for now." Trafalgar held out Trust's pokeball and a flashing red light brought the pokemon back inside its ball. "Best to be safe.." Trafalgar muttered. "Okay, let us go, Pilot and Noctowl-sir." Trafalgar braced himself for the upcoming journey.
Umbra shuffling behind him, Sol would march straight towards the helipad. There was no chance he was going to waste time when he could be making money! The only question was the location of his ride? What were they paying these people for? I mean they could be paying him instead!
Starter Pokemon: Golett Name & Level: Umbra, Lv 3 [Temperament] Brave Bio: Shaped from clay and given life centuries ago, this Golett was created with a singular purpose: to serve the people of his homeland. In times of peace that meant simple feats of strength, hauling limber and iron. In times of war...acts far more grim in nature. His last images of a world long lost to the sands of time, were of his comrades and redness of flame. Then....darkness.
When he rose again it was to the shattered ruins of what once was, and the broken forms of other Golett. He wandered the remains of the castle for a time, but departed before long. There was no point in protecting a land which had been forgotten by the ages, and so he went in search of a new "purpose". It was this same search that would lead him to the tunnels beneath Roshan City. A veritable maze, the tunnels see frequent use by smugglers and those of less than legal enterprises. It was here that he encountered Sol, and where he found purpose once more. Dubbed "Umbra" by the boy, he once more found himself with a home and people to serve; but in his ticking "heart" he knew it was only a matter of time before he once more graced the battlefield.
With a loud kachunk kachunk kachunk, a helicopter decked out in camo colors landed a safe distance away from Sol and his cart horse. The door opened to be a sporty woman with short hair and a scarf as well as a very excited Dodrio. "Get in, kiddo!" she called over the blades. "I'll get you as close as I can, but when I say jump, you gotta get out." Sol's ride was here.
And so it was that Sol would be off on his whirly bird adventure! What new things would the island bring? Riches? Fame? RICHES!? Only time would tell!
[Exiting to Resort Island]
Starter Pokemon: Golett Name & Level: Umbra, Lv 3 [Temperament] Brave Bio: Shaped from clay and given life centuries ago, this Golett was created with a singular purpose: to serve the people of his homeland. In times of peace that meant simple feats of strength, hauling limber and iron. In times of war...acts far more grim in nature. His last images of a world long lost to the sands of time, were of his comrades and redness of flame. Then....darkness.
When he rose again it was to the shattered ruins of what once was, and the broken forms of other Golett. He wandered the remains of the castle for a time, but departed before long. There was no point in protecting a land which had been forgotten by the ages, and so he went in search of a new "purpose". It was this same search that would lead him to the tunnels beneath Roshan City. A veritable maze, the tunnels see frequent use by smugglers and those of less than legal enterprises. It was here that he encountered Sol, and where he found purpose once more. Dubbed "Umbra" by the boy, he once more found himself with a home and people to serve; but in his ticking "heart" he knew it was only a matter of time before he once more graced the battlefield.
The walk to this place hadn't been half as bad as she thought it would be. Though once she came to the place and saw the facilities her eyes started to shimmer. Chrono didn't actually hate his poke ball, it just that it's hard to avoid death and destruction from your own trainer if you are trapped within and completely out of the loop of what is going on ..or better yet, unable to avoid it.
On her shoulder, head, or arm ...he had to advantage of running away. Thus, he knew trouble was brewing, but it wasn't at the moment looking back at him so he simply ruffled his feathers and remain on his perch.
"I wonder if they have any poison types here."
Jasiri would muse to herself as she simply walked up to the counter and place her hand on the counter to let her pokemon walk himself to his destination.
"There must be a bell around here for service, or is this place like the battle room."
She of course was looking for someone to heal her pokemon. Even though the disembodied voice had been spooky, it was generally unwise to ignore good advice, no matter the source.
Nim's naturally shy and poorly-socialized attitude wasn't necessarily serving her well; indeed, she actually felt a bit guilty walking with Altair. She knew she wasn't exactly good company and he seemed like a friendly one... so when she quickly peeled away from the other student, muttering something about healing Eins, she was hit with a strange bit of relief.
Recalling Eins (who for once obeyed), she pushed open the door to the Center. Of course, she couldn't avoid people; what seemed to be another student, a girl this time, stood in front of her. Once again, she'd just wait quietly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:27 pm
A tiny girl, barely able to peek over the counter, rushed into the main lobby, eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" squeaked what could only be termed a "Joy in Training"-- she was young, about the age of a student, with bright pink hair in pigtails. "I'm sorry!" she gasped once more, nodding to Jasiri. "I'm here! I'll heal your Pokemon for you... oh, yours too!" the training Joy squeaked, motioning to Nim.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:29 pm
Nim's started, surprised she'd been noticed. Quietly, she handed over Eins' Pokeball, hoping she wouldn't earn the ire of the other girl.
Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:31 pm
Early bird caught the worm, after all! The training Joy yoinked the Pokeball, tossing it into a strange machine. After a few moments, it would blink and she'd yank it out to throw back at the trainer in question.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:35 pm
Nim, startled at the speed with which the little nurse moved, merely nodded her assent and bolted out the door.
She didn't look for Altair, choosing instead to dart around back to the Helipad. It was here she'd been told to go, and it was here she would wait... alone, hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:39 pm
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She wouldn't be waiting long before a great gust kicked up, and from up high a Helicopter would descend. With a heavily patched jacket, torn hat, and a thick grey beard, the man looked like some sort of veteran pilot from the war. Which war was any guess. In heavy contrast to this was the Togetic sitting shotgun. "Kimir missy. Ain't git all day!" Well there were probably worse ways to die FLY.
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