bottlecaplogs | mayaka’s jan catch-all

Mayaka catches her breath against a large tree trunk, watching cautiously as the remaining Umbreon and Eevee disappear between the trees and snow. Her claws are still shaking, whether from adrenaline or the cold, she’s too frazzled to say for now. She’s just glad that it’s finally over.

It takes her a few more seconds to recover before she’s back on her feet, searching for the Typlosion who’d helped her during the scuffle. As soon as she spots him, the Sneasel quickly bounds over to check on him.

“Ingo-san, you okay?”

Ingo's breath comes in harsh pants as he twists about to look himself over. He's sustained several wounds, but the worst is certainly along one of his haunches; he's favoring his right hind leg. "Ah - well enough," he replies nonetheless. He'll live, it's fine. "I only need a few berries! Perhaps a trip to the clinic!"

"You don't look well at all!" Mayaka snaps as soon as she's gotten a better look at him.

She reaches out to help him walk, but stops when she remembers she'd thrown her gloves off during the battle. She's not going to make this worse by poisoning him. The Sneasel starts to spin around on the spot, turning her head this way and that. As hectic as that battle hadd been, she'd made sure to put the gloves in one of the holes in the trees before diving in.

"Do you have any berries with you?" she asks Ingo, standing on her tip toes as she tries to look for a certain tree from where they are.

"I should have packed some with me. Urgh."

"I do!" He confirms, carefully shrugging his pack from his back so that he can nose through it. That is one thing about this shape; it's really not so easy to reach his things anymore.

Ingo glances up between searching for the appropriate berries, watching her. "What are you doing?"

Mayaka breaths a sigh of relief, which gives her the peace of mind to focus on her search.

"Looking for my gloves... There! I think I left them there!" The Sneasel jumps on the spot as soon as she recognises the familiar markings on one of the tree trunks. She hops towards it, nearly tripping over a big tree root in her haste. Catching herself in time, she disappears behind the tree before emerging the a few seconds later with gloves now covering her claws.

"Gotta be careful with these. I don't want them making things worse," she explains as she returns to Ingo's side.

She looks at him as he rummages through his pack. "You're really well-prepared, Ingo-san."

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Ingo's eyes light up with understanding once he sees the gloves. "Ah! I'm not terribly concerned about being poisoned!" They've talked about his history with Sneasel venom already. It's possible, he supposes, that his immunity hasn't carried over to this new body. But if it hasn't, why not build it up again? It's a process he's been through once already, and it's no longer especially daunting.

(Emmet might be annoyed, though. So maybe the gloves are worth it.)

"I live in the wilds, back home," he explains, fishing out a Sitrus berry and snapping it down in two bites. "The nearest other person is several miles further up the mountain. So it is important to be prepared!"

Mayaka doesn't feel so bad now, seeing the Typlosion in such good spirits despite all his scrapes and bruises.

"You know a lot, huh. Thanks for all the tips during the fight, I didn't know I could move so fast... How did you get so familiar with Sneasels? From understanding all about the venom, and also their attack patterns."

Though, she's a little disappointed she hadn't been able to pull off most of them, or only executed what must have been a weaker version of what Ingo had in mind. It seems more training with Umemiya is in order.

"Back home, I am the Warden to Lady Sneasler!" Ingo replies. It's strange to think that he's gone so long without seeing her. Still, his voice is fond. Just a little wistful. "She is one of the Noble Pokemon of the region, each with a Warden to see to their needs. I have helped to raise several of her litters!"

Leaning down, he pulls some clean cloth and bandages from his pack as well. "Might you be able to help me with this?" He can certainly do it himself, but the angle is a bit awkward.

"Like a queen?" Mayaka tries to wrap her mind around what 'Noble Pokemon' refers to.

The Sneasel takes the cloth and begins carefully wiping down the large gash at Ingo's left haunch. She winces a little, not used to dressing wounds, but tries to put on a brave face through it.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmm, perhaps in her own territory?" Lady Sneasler is certainly the foremost Sneasler of the region. But Ingo doesn't think human structures of power are really all that similar to how Pokemon organize themselves. "Her bloodline was blessed by the almighty Sinnoh long ago, and charged with protecting the people of Hisui. That was before the clans split. She is with the Pearl Clan now, but I am sure she would defend the Diamond Clan as well, if they needed it."

But that question never really came up, and now inter-clan tensions are at a historic low. All the better, in Ingo's opinion.

"It does, a bit," he acknowledges off-handedly. "But that is only natural. Do not concern yourself with it!"

Despite Ingo's encouragement, Mayaka is still unsure about tending to the wound. She feels wholly underprepared for this, and wish she didn't skip the chance to sign up for first aid class when her school gave her the option.

"How should I tie the bandage?" she asks, before adding, "I didn't know fighting could get so serious."

"Ah, just tie it tightly enough that it will not fall off before we return! I am sure they will want to clean the wound more thoroughly at the clinic." They're very insistent about that! Ingo knows the importance of keeping a wound clean, of course, but he didn't have quite so many different medicines about it.

"It is not uncommon," he continues. "I suppose everyone who goes on dangerous missions often has been injured at least a few times by now. But there are certainly many missions that involve no such risk!" It isn't for everyone! That's only natural!

Mayaka takes a deep breath to steel herself before she bandages the wound and ties it up in a secure knot. Now, to get to the clinic.

"Need help walking?" She tries to offer a gloved claw to the big Typlosion, and feels quite useless doing so. What would be more effective?

"Maybe it'd be easier if there was a larger Pokemon who could give you a ride there."

The Sneasel turns around to see if there are anyone who fits the bill, but it looks like others are also trying to regroup and tend to themselves after the tussle with the Eevees.

Ingo leans forward and back, testing the limb. It isn't that bad. More to the point, it really can't be! He seriously doubts that she could bear his weight, considering the size difference.

"I will be alright!" he says, not mentioning the rest of it. That would be rude! "But perhaps you would walk with me?" He's not sure he needs that, but it couldn't hurt. It would likely help her, too, to be given something to do.

Mayaka nods. Of course, she'll make sure he gets to the clinic safely! She falls into step beside Ingo, careful not to walk too fast. It's not too difficult, since it seems she needs to take 3 steps to be equal to his single stride.

"So you took care of lots of baby Sneasels..." She tries to make conversation. "Did you have to teach all of them how to fight too?"

Ingo tilts his head a little, the nearest to a shrug that he can really manage while walking. Being a quadruped is still a little strange! "A bit! Their mother handled most of that, of course - it is easier when one is a Sneasler themselves, I suppose! But I did teach them more about strategy. That is more the job of a trainer! Not that I am really theirs, of course."

A few of them have stayed with him for a little while, but overall, none have chosen to compete full-time like that. It's for the best; Ingo suspects it would be a little controversial with the Clan elders.

"Oh, so you were more like their nanny, huh? Must have been a hassle having to take care of kids."

Though Mayaka says this, she herself is fond of her younger nieces. Maybe because she got to know them after they graduated from potty training.

"Perhaps a bit at times, but I enjoyed it!" His tone is fond, even if his face doesn't quite smile. "Most Pokemon mature far more quickly than humans, anyhow. So it was not quite like having to raise human children! They usually leave the den after a year or so."

He still does see them around often, of course! Most still live in the Highlands!

"That still sounds tough. Did you have a favourite part about the job?"

There must be something he likes about it. Mayaka doesn't think she has the patience or resilience to take care of multiple litters of babies.

"I do enjoy helping travelers!" Ingo muses. Really, he enjoys most aspects of his work; maybe it's tough, but that's just fine. "Some of it was quite like the missions we have here, though there were far fewer. There are not so many people in the roads in Hisui, and we did not have anything like Pearls to spread information."

"No pearls or phones? How did you communicate with others?"

For a youth of the modern age, this seems hard to imagine.

"Did you write letters?"

"We did! They may be carried by courier or by Pokemon!" Ingo has never sent anything by courier. Pokemon can just come and go more easily, and he has more than enough friendly options around. He'd only ever use a human's service, he thinks, if he sent a letter abroad.

He never had a reason to do so before. He supposes he still doesn't, really. There's nothing for him in past Unova.

"That sounds so old school," Mayaka says with a chuckle.

Between the conversations and rests in between, they've almost made it to the clinic.

"Looks like we're almost there. I don't think I've ever been to the clinic for a check-up before. Just dropped once by pass something to Doctor Takahashi."

Ingo snorts lightly. "If you tell them that, they will likely wish for you to have a check-up as well!" Frankly, he doesn't think that's a terrible idea; that's partially why he's bringing it up at all.

"What? I feel completely fine!"

That said, a second opinion might observe that she's got a couple of nicks and scratches from the fight. The little Sneasel has been too preoccupied with Ingo to notice herself.

mayaka’s jan catch-all

(post) eeveesive maneuvers w/ Ingo

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( im good to wrap around here!! ty for the thread :> )