Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Age 37
- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
(A/N: Well, I made a pact long ago that this section would get my virgin fanfic, and I think it's about time I followed through with that. This fic is rated PG/PG 13 for non-explicit mention of physical injuries and a bit of character angst. The better part of American cartoons are more questionable in content and this is the internet, so really; if you're reading this then odds are you've seen worse already.
Pokémon and nurses are not concepts owned by me, this particular character and story are. Also, because this is my first fanfic, please criticize. The more detail, the better. I really need to get a feel for what I need to improve and how, comment, criticize and generally review to your heart's content.
Credit to ScarletWeather and Mika for proofreading.)
Smile and Nod
"We hope to see you again."
I didn't use to think there was anything wrong with those words.
I didn't use to think there was anything wrong with what we do either.
The bug catcher came again today. Just like every other day. He goes out into the same spot of that forest every morning. Thinks he can beat some beginning trainer exhausted by the journey.
He never does.
"Heal my pokémon, please."
An impatient frown. He's in a hurry to get back.
For what? It's not like he can win.
It's not like metapod can even attack.
But it's not my place to say that, so I just smile and nod.
You have to be good at smiling to do what I do; it's part of the uniform. Something you need to put on to be legitimate. No-one trusts a nurse who doesn't smile.
Another trainer, stepping in with a confident swagger. Baseball cap pulled back, badge sparkling away on the puffed up chest.
No need to ask for his story; he's already telling it. Wide, exaggerated hand movements accompany the tale of his exploits. His daring. His brilliant strategy. His badge. His victory.
I respond with a smile and a nod as I take his pokémon to the room in the back.
A squirtle, bruised and battered, shell cracked. A raticate with a dislodged jaw. There are reasons you don't try to chew through rock-thick carapace.
In the common room, the trainer is collecting praise for his accomplishments.
I am a good person. I take care of sick and wounded pokémon. I make them better.
I have a plaque to prove it.
They said it was 'For outstanding contributions to the welfare of pokémon'. I got it from Mr. Fuji. He shook my hand and thanked me in person.
I just smiled and nodded.
A pair of trainers this time, staggering in together. Exhausted yet pleased. Friendly trash talk is exchanged as they hand over their pokémon. It was a close battle. A single move could have made all the difference. The losing trainer is loudly badgering her friend for a rematch.
I just smile and nod.
A trainer can lose their license. There are charges for it. Cruel and irresponsible treatment of pokémon. Use of pokémon for illegal activities. Illegal harvesting of pokémon or their organs. Encouragement to any such acts.
I give their pokémon an examination. A charmander, shivering at the poison still coursing through its veins, an oddish badly burned on one side. A butterfree with torn wings. A spearow, feathers ruffled and bloody. A mankey, its fur singed and covered in bruising. All out cold.
I care for them. I take them all in without charge and nurse them back to health, and then I hand them back. This is what I am employed to do.
A while later, I return to the expectant rivals. Both quickly seize their charges and dash towards the exit. The rematch is on.
Cruel and irresponsible treatment of pokémon.
Just smile and nod.
"We hope to see you again."
Pokémon and nurses are not concepts owned by me, this particular character and story are. Also, because this is my first fanfic, please criticize. The more detail, the better. I really need to get a feel for what I need to improve and how, comment, criticize and generally review to your heart's content.
Credit to ScarletWeather and Mika for proofreading.)
Smile and Nod
"We hope to see you again."
I didn't use to think there was anything wrong with those words.
I didn't use to think there was anything wrong with what we do either.
The bug catcher came again today. Just like every other day. He goes out into the same spot of that forest every morning. Thinks he can beat some beginning trainer exhausted by the journey.
He never does.
"Heal my pokémon, please."
An impatient frown. He's in a hurry to get back.
For what? It's not like he can win.
It's not like metapod can even attack.
But it's not my place to say that, so I just smile and nod.
You have to be good at smiling to do what I do; it's part of the uniform. Something you need to put on to be legitimate. No-one trusts a nurse who doesn't smile.
Another trainer, stepping in with a confident swagger. Baseball cap pulled back, badge sparkling away on the puffed up chest.
No need to ask for his story; he's already telling it. Wide, exaggerated hand movements accompany the tale of his exploits. His daring. His brilliant strategy. His badge. His victory.
I respond with a smile and a nod as I take his pokémon to the room in the back.
A squirtle, bruised and battered, shell cracked. A raticate with a dislodged jaw. There are reasons you don't try to chew through rock-thick carapace.
In the common room, the trainer is collecting praise for his accomplishments.
I am a good person. I take care of sick and wounded pokémon. I make them better.
I have a plaque to prove it.
They said it was 'For outstanding contributions to the welfare of pokémon'. I got it from Mr. Fuji. He shook my hand and thanked me in person.
I just smiled and nodded.
A pair of trainers this time, staggering in together. Exhausted yet pleased. Friendly trash talk is exchanged as they hand over their pokémon. It was a close battle. A single move could have made all the difference. The losing trainer is loudly badgering her friend for a rematch.
I just smile and nod.
A trainer can lose their license. There are charges for it. Cruel and irresponsible treatment of pokémon. Use of pokémon for illegal activities. Illegal harvesting of pokémon or their organs. Encouragement to any such acts.
I give their pokémon an examination. A charmander, shivering at the poison still coursing through its veins, an oddish badly burned on one side. A butterfree with torn wings. A spearow, feathers ruffled and bloody. A mankey, its fur singed and covered in bruising. All out cold.
I care for them. I take them all in without charge and nurse them back to health, and then I hand them back. This is what I am employed to do.
A while later, I return to the expectant rivals. Both quickly seize their charges and dash towards the exit. The rematch is on.
Cruel and irresponsible treatment of pokémon.
Just smile and nod.
"We hope to see you again."