bamfsecretary | twenty-fourth form; waking up sore {Accidental Video/Action for Ecruteak Inn}

Alakazaaaam...

Kiyone gently runs a three-fingered hand over his unstirring mistress’ bandaged head, delicately trying to probe into her mind, but upon being blocked once again by a mysterious barrier, he sighs and gets up, wandering over to the window. Shinrai moves closer to Nanao’s unmoving form and squeaks as the elder Pokemon throws wide the curtains, letting beams of summer sunlight flood the room, gilding everything inside with a welcome warmth.

Ri? Rioluuuu.

Kiyone looks back over his shoulder at the baby ‘Mon, and smiles gently. It had not been an easy time for the youngest member of Nanao’s party, but the Riolu was nothing if not resilient. Even if he couldn’t walk. After Envy’s Pokemon had brought them into Ecruteak, Shinrai had tearfully explained what had happened to them, and to say they were unhappy was an understatement.

Aaaala. Kazam.

Shinrai smiled back, and threw his arms into the air, giggling. The noise woke Hanatarou, who had been curled up atop a nearby chair, and she stretched, before slithering off the chair and flowing like a furry river up onto the bed, and nuzzled the young Riolu, and he giggled again. Then he stopped, and cocked his head to the side.

Lu?

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{There’s a deep, pained-sounding groan coming from somewhere to the left of the ‘Gear, and the sound of shifting sheets.}

wh-where am I.... s’too bright... {A whimper, more rustling sounds, and then a yelp, and a thud.}

O-owwwww.... {There’s a sob, and then the camera finally moves, and Nanao comes into view, far too pale, wrapped in bedsheets, and with bandages wrapped around her head.}

I - I feel sick...

{OOC: Nanao is awake! But she’s also suffering the side effects of a severe concussion, so any ‘Gear replies will be rather nonsensical. She’s in a room at the Ecruteak Inn, so if you’re in the building, feel free to have your characters drop by.}

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Nanao? Are you alright?!

{Nanao whimpers at the volume, but the familiar voice cuts through the fug of pain, and she stares at the 'Gear}

M-marona? 'sthat you?

[Noticing this, she lowers her voice accordingly.]

Are you okay?

{At the lower tone, Nanao uncurls from her hunched position, and starts to nod, before shaking her head slowly. Her unbound hair shifts over blood-stained bandages that are wrapped around her head.}

I don' thin' so.

[Her eyes widen slightly at those bandages.]

You're hurt--

[And then, realization dawns.]

...Was it when you collapsed?

{Nanao narrows her eyes at the screen.}

I c'llapsed? When? {Guess whose memories have been scrambled by that concussion?}

[There is definitely a pause as Marona decides whether or not to bring it up. Finally, she says:]

Do you remember a strange dream?

{Nanao blinks quizzically at the screen, before looking away, thinking.}

Mmmrrr. I don'.... think so - wai'.

Wha' - no. Can' be.

It was when your soul was stolen. You collapsed before then.

I s'pose tha' makes sense...

Where are you right now?

'm in th' Ecruteak Inn. I th'nk.

...Still a long way away.

Are you still in G'ldenr'd?

Violet.

O-oh.

Wh-when 'm better, d'y'wan' me t' come'n get you?

Just focus on rest. I'll travel at my own pace.

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