[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

It's raining again today. Nurse Joy in Cress City has a pink towel slung over her shoulder as you come to the lobby for breakfast, and so does her Chansey.

And it's that very same Nurse Joy in Cress that Nathan pays a visit first thing in the morning.  He needs to check up on Starmie (another job well done for Nathan's currently strongest water type!), Snivy (and semi apologize for getting him involved in so many battles without him actually winning any.  But hey, he did his part, and he did it well, so there's that!  And things can only get better from here, right?)...

...and especially Delta? Tropius.  He definitely needs to check on her and see how she's doing and reacting to things now that she's conscious.  Considering how big she is, he probably has to do this in the Center's training room at the very least...

So yeah.  Nathan's grabbing a few things (including breakfast), heading to the training room, and letting Delta? Tropius out of her pokeball to see what kind of personality she has and run through introductions!



Oh, and if anyone else in the group happens to see Nathan in the lobby as he's preparing for this, he definitely doesn't seem to be paying special attention to the towels.  Just kinda looks at them, acknowledges they're there without seeming to find it strange at all, and continues going about his business.

Snivy is a Pokemon who knows his duty and doesn't complain about doing it!
Starmie is inscrutable as always. Both Pokemon are fine according to Nurse Joy. They're ready for battles.

Delta? Tropius is conscious. She is a confusing mix of a young Pokemon in an adult Pokemon body, yet she retains the most fundamental instincts an adult of her species would have. When Nathan releases her, it takes her a moment to react to him. She treats him as a potential predator despite the size disparity. She turns her back to him and curls her tail around her, presenting all her defensive plates to Nathan. Her dorsal plates start spinning slowly, kicking up enough breeze to move dust around the room. Her mouth makes a foreboding, almost cowlike, lowing sound. 

If she gets angry, it looks like she will thrash about quite indiscriminately.