route_1065 | It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a... flying shark

Who: Anyone in Olivine who wants to hop in
Where: Olivine Pokémon Center
When: Throughout July 30
Summary: There's a hurricane and the Sharpedo are flying, so the Pokémon Center is a natural place to take shelter.
Rating: starting with PG for injuries and mild language. Thanks, Sharpedonado
Log:

What a way to end a month of rain, rain, and... more rain. A hurricane striking the coast is just about as extreme as you can get, weather-wise, and Olivine City is battening down the hatches. The damage is inevitable, but people have been taking what precautions they can over the past few days.

What isn't helping is the ill-timed swarm of Sharpedo coming up the coast. So have fun when the storm starts lifting them out of the water and flinging them at innocent bystanders.

The Pokémon Center is an obvious safe place for travelers to hunker down and wait out the storm. It's equipped with provisions and (hopefully) space to accommodate most anyone who needs shelter. Power will more than likely be lost at some point, but the best people can do for now is wait this disaster out.

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Is that... a young woman? God, what the hell is she doing out here?

"You should be inside..." He's regaining consciousness, vaguely taking note of the girl's surprising strength as he tries to lift himself on the support of Maka and his Pokémon.

He can tell that he's not all right, though he's survived significantly worse. The first thing in his mind, though, is that she shouldn't be out here in the wind and rain and... sharks. Not if she doesn't have to be.

"I am going inside," she says with a good-natured smile. "I just happen to be taking you and your Growlithe with me at the same time!"

It's not as though Scar is effortless for her to support, but it's doable, Maka doesn't mind a challenge. With the lack of activity encouraged from humans in Johto, she welcomes it with open arms.

Or rather, arms that are hauling extra weight and treating it like going up to a heavier weight for the first time at the gym.

"I couldn't just let your Growlithe go on its own."

--Whoa, that Sharpedo flew a little too close overhead.

Scar isn't in any state to argue that she should leave him and take his Growlithe. He only goes along with it. Even talking is expending too much energy right now. And God, it hurts. He can feel his head throbbing, and his balance is constantly veering off to the side.

Definitely concussed. It's a feeling he's well familiar with.

When the Sharpedo sails overhead, he doesn't even have the energy to pull her safely to the ground like he would have under normal circumstances. It's a relief when it passes them harmlessly. Scar does, however, try to pick up the pace as they near the Center.

"I hope they'll be all right..." Maka is half-saying this to herself and, yes, she is indeed saying it about the Sharpedo. "Back in my world, sharks die if they stop moving."

She's just trying to keep him focused so he won't slip off into unconsciousness, that's about the last thing one should do when they have a concussion. Thankfully, the doors slide open and Maka hauls Scar to the nearest cot laid out for guests staying overnight. The girl takes a moment to check over his condition, then calls over Nurse Joy to help attend to the man and the Growlithe and brings a washcloth over to start wiping off the mud and blood from his head. Nurse Joy should be bringing over towels and blankets for the two, but for now Maka concentrates on Scar.

"Sir?" she asks again. "Are you still with us?"

Scar makes a small growl to let Maka know that he is, at the very least, still conscious. He knows he should remain awake with a head injury like this, tempting as it is to just give into the pounding and close his eyes.

This is a far better treatment than he's used to. Clean towels for the water, dirt, and blood. Daniel comes to stand at his bedside, resting his chin on the sheets and whimpering quietly at his trainer.

"Are you all right?" Scar finally asks, his foggy eyes turning to the young woman who had helped him get inside. Priorities.

A sigh comes from Maka...he's really asking about how she's doing? Honestly, the lack of self awareness people have is frightening sometimes.

(As if she has room to talk, running out in a storm to help somebody.)

"I'm fine, sir, just a little wet." So she'll take one of the towels and drape it around Daniel, then wrap one around herself. "I know we just came in from a huge storm, but can I get you anything to drink? Maybe something to eat?"

There's nothing out of the ordinary about the man to her, although she did pause momentarily when his scar was revealed from underneath the messiness. It's not as though she hasn't seen scars before, she's got some of her own--crisscrossed on her legs and torso, generally out of sight--but the size of it surprised her. Something awful must have happened in this man's past. Something that she won't ask about, her mom always said that every scar is a story and can only be shared in confidence. Confidence meaning not somebody one just met, asking or lingering on it would be incredibly rude.

"...What are your names?" Meaning Scar and the Growlithe. "My name is Maka." Obviously chitchat with a concussion patient is something to prioritize.

"Scar." No, it's not his name. He doesn't even consider it to be. But it's what people have called him for years, and he has nothing else to go by. It's another moment before he realizes that she also asked about Daniel.

"The Growlithe is Daniel." Maka. He tries to commit it to memory, but there are no guarantees right now. Names are very important to Scar, though, so he does his best to remember it.

"I do not need anything further. You have done enough." He doesn't want to waste supplies for others who need and deserve them more.

"I see...all right, Mr. Scar."

"Mr. Scar" sounds a little like a comic book character, not that she read any of those, of course not. That was more Black*Star's style, but thinking of her friends and things back at home is the quickest way to bum Maka out, so she stops and gently applies an icepack to his head in the meanwhile.

"I can go see if I can find something for Daniel to eat, though." If he's hungry, anyway. Or she can introduce him to her Arcanine so they can play, anything so he doesn't look so forlorn like that.

Scar automatically reaches for the ice pack when Maka presses it against his head. She doesn't need to do that for him, he can hold it himself. Grumblegrump. At the mention of food for Daniel, though...

"Yes, please find him something." That, he will accept. Daniel is his responsibility, and he needs to be attended to.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a... flying shark

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