Scarlet Weather
The Game is Afoot!
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Travis smirked at Clove's greeting. "Actually, he didn't send me, I volunteered to head up the relief team you requested. Besides, I knew that you'd be needing my help at some point. You're getting into scrapes like this, yah?" he responded impudently, winking at his spiny colleague. After listening patiently to Clove rattle off information, presumably to preemptively fend off any questions Travis might ask, the Smeargle morph unzipped a second pocket on his jeans and removed his PLF phone. "Lesee... Oh gods, they put Omega on this mission? That guy's as much of a danger to himself as he is to the enemy! Then the commander was serious when he said that he was calling in the muscle. Yowza, they really broke the bank with this team. And you guys needed help? Either Brock's stronger than he looks, or you guys really do need my help for everything," he teased before watching Clove pull himself to his feet and begin staggering unsteadily towards the mansion. "Clove?"
A medic raced up beside Travis, panting heavily. "Sir, we've located the other members of the frontal assault team, and we'll begin treating them now. Any further orders?" she asked breathlessly.
Travis thought for a moment, then answered. "Patch everyone up and send them in. Don't get killed. If you need my help, I'll be inside helping Needle-boy here," he jabbed his finger at Clove, "Take care of a certain overgrown boulder. Heaven knows he needs the help." As the medic turned to walk away, Travis tapped her shoulder. "Hold up a moment." With a quick flick of his wrist the agile morph slipped a spray bottle full of orange liquid from the medic's pouch before tossing it to Clove. "Hey, needle-boy, use that," he ordered. "Won't do much for your fatigue, but at least you won't be hurting so bad. I don't want you collapsing on the middle of the floor and needing me to save your butt twice on one mission. Come on, let's go!" He started to run towards the gym before stopping suddenly. "Wait..." his voice trailed off as he returned his gaze to Clove. "You mind holding that pose a minute?" he asked, a strange tone in his voice, "Because with your face like that... and that position... your blank expression... the background and lighting are all perfect! I just have to sketch this!" At the word "sketch", the Smeargle tail shot up as if it had a mind of its own and began searching around for something to draw on.
"Er... sir.." the medic interrupted, a look of pure embarassment on her face, "We're in the middle of a mission right now..."
"Oh, right!" Travis exclaimed, blushing. "Sorry about that. But at least let me take a picture!" Before either of the others could protest, Traivs had already snapped the photo. "NOW we can go!" he announced, rushing towards the gym.
The medic staggered backward as bright circles played in front of her eyes. "Too.. much... light..." she gasped.
A medic raced up beside Travis, panting heavily. "Sir, we've located the other members of the frontal assault team, and we'll begin treating them now. Any further orders?" she asked breathlessly.
Travis thought for a moment, then answered. "Patch everyone up and send them in. Don't get killed. If you need my help, I'll be inside helping Needle-boy here," he jabbed his finger at Clove, "Take care of a certain overgrown boulder. Heaven knows he needs the help." As the medic turned to walk away, Travis tapped her shoulder. "Hold up a moment." With a quick flick of his wrist the agile morph slipped a spray bottle full of orange liquid from the medic's pouch before tossing it to Clove. "Hey, needle-boy, use that," he ordered. "Won't do much for your fatigue, but at least you won't be hurting so bad. I don't want you collapsing on the middle of the floor and needing me to save your butt twice on one mission. Come on, let's go!" He started to run towards the gym before stopping suddenly. "Wait..." his voice trailed off as he returned his gaze to Clove. "You mind holding that pose a minute?" he asked, a strange tone in his voice, "Because with your face like that... and that position... your blank expression... the background and lighting are all perfect! I just have to sketch this!" At the word "sketch", the Smeargle tail shot up as if it had a mind of its own and began searching around for something to draw on.
"Er... sir.." the medic interrupted, a look of pure embarassment on her face, "We're in the middle of a mission right now..."
"Oh, right!" Travis exclaimed, blushing. "Sorry about that. But at least let me take a picture!" Before either of the others could protest, Traivs had already snapped the photo. "NOW we can go!" he announced, rushing towards the gym.
The medic staggered backward as bright circles played in front of her eyes. "Too.. much... light..." she gasped.