10-22-2017, 07:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-22-2017, 07:43 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.)
Weird. This was very weird.
A lot about the Nursery Room - basically almost all - was something Shiva already knew, but at first she wasn't able to cotton on from where. It gave her a familiar feeling, although the room she knew was bigger and less chaotic like in this case...
Wait a moment, that must be it: The room her father stores/keeps the shortly hatched Pokemom until they'll be picked up by the people who requested them was almost exactly the same. She remembers that she spend a lot of time there, just playing with the Pokemon and bonding with a particular Eevee that seemingly grew a liking on her. Seeing this room, the Nursery of the Shelter, gave her mixed feelings: A warm feeling of being reminded of home, followed by a slightly sad feeling due to homesickness and increased by subliminal gloom that hovered in the air here, as well as delight that at least some of the Pokemon enjoy their stay here. Especially that Swinub. ...Nothing of this unexpected reaction to the Nursery was visible on Shiva though, as she did a fine job to conceal them and simply hoped that Ventus would be either too busy to pick it up with his empathy or be insightful enough to NOT comment or ask her about it if he does.
Hearing about a rejected Wurmple with a strange form of Shed Skin didn't help, as she could imagine it was hard to get along with such a Pokemon. Another thing that caught her eye/attention - maybe much to Ventus' and probably even more to her own suprise - was that young Stunky. Not only because she remembers that shiny Stunky he showed her before he traded it away (she still has the photo of it), but also because she felt an urge to simply pick it up and carry it away to protect it from being intimidated, mistreated by that Tyrogue and simply not left alone - if it just wasn't a Poison Type. Somehow, Shiva felt both sorry for that Pokemon and bad for herself. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea anymore to take a tour through the Shelter...
It took a little until she felt well enough to even speak up, before she turned towards the receptionist. Even if Shiva cannot touch that Stunky, she could still do something to make it feel a little better, can she...? "Uhm, listen... I arranged with Lil' Freddy to sell fresh fruit one of my Pokemon grows to this place everday and hopefully be able to continue to do so via the PCs when I leave Stair City. I was wondering if it could be done that the youngest one of this group - that Stunky there *discretly points to it* does certainly receive a part of it? Not that the others eat it away before this one can have a bite... Also, where does it originate from?"
A lot about the Nursery Room - basically almost all - was something Shiva already knew, but at first she wasn't able to cotton on from where. It gave her a familiar feeling, although the room she knew was bigger and less chaotic like in this case...
Wait a moment, that must be it: The room her father stores/keeps the shortly hatched Pokemom until they'll be picked up by the people who requested them was almost exactly the same. She remembers that she spend a lot of time there, just playing with the Pokemon and bonding with a particular Eevee that seemingly grew a liking on her. Seeing this room, the Nursery of the Shelter, gave her mixed feelings: A warm feeling of being reminded of home, followed by a slightly sad feeling due to homesickness and increased by subliminal gloom that hovered in the air here, as well as delight that at least some of the Pokemon enjoy their stay here. Especially that Swinub. ...Nothing of this unexpected reaction to the Nursery was visible on Shiva though, as she did a fine job to conceal them and simply hoped that Ventus would be either too busy to pick it up with his empathy or be insightful enough to NOT comment or ask her about it if he does.
Hearing about a rejected Wurmple with a strange form of Shed Skin didn't help, as she could imagine it was hard to get along with such a Pokemon. Another thing that caught her eye/attention - maybe much to Ventus' and probably even more to her own suprise - was that young Stunky. Not only because she remembers that shiny Stunky he showed her before he traded it away (she still has the photo of it), but also because she felt an urge to simply pick it up and carry it away to protect it from being intimidated, mistreated by that Tyrogue and simply not left alone - if it just wasn't a Poison Type. Somehow, Shiva felt both sorry for that Pokemon and bad for herself. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea anymore to take a tour through the Shelter...
It took a little until she felt well enough to even speak up, before she turned towards the receptionist. Even if Shiva cannot touch that Stunky, she could still do something to make it feel a little better, can she...? "Uhm, listen... I arranged with Lil' Freddy to sell fresh fruit one of my Pokemon grows to this place everday and hopefully be able to continue to do so via the PCs when I leave Stair City. I was wondering if it could be done that the youngest one of this group - that Stunky there *discretly points to it* does certainly receive a part of it? Not that the others eat it away before this one can have a bite... Also, where does it originate from?"
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