Laura the Umbreon
Prankster Platoon
Scheme City Central, Platoon Training Field
Affected RPers: @Velocity

Laura tried to keep the scowl off her face. She knew what Jones was saying made sense-- the umbreon was not built for a long-lasting fight, but mainly to assist allies and inconvenience the enemy. But in a one-on-one fight… Perhaps Laura could have had a fighting chance against Jones if this match had continued, but Laura wasn’t interested in pushing her luck unless it was absolutely necessary. She knew the helioptile had been right, but at the moment Laura was humiliated and exhausted, the paralysis in her limbs being the only thing keeping her upright.

She irritatedly flicked her ears. “Ugh, just-- yeah. Keep away from Confuse Rays in the future, I guess. They’re supposed to just disorient, sometimes they make you attack yourself but-- Can I just get a cheri or an oran or something?”

It didn’t take long for an irritated looking green-eyed luxray to approach her. “Surprised you didn’t just Heal Tone it. Helioptile was right, not your best finale.”

“Paralysis might’ve blocked it, freaking annoying,” Laura huffed. “So y’just gonna stand there or what?”

The luxray let out an only somewhat-exaggerated sigh. “Great then, c’mon.” He picked her up by her scarf, quickly depositing the smaller quadruped on his back, her stiff legs going every which way. “Get comfy.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve never been paralyzed, fluff-for-brains! The hell are we even going, Xavier?”

The luxray, Xavier, sighed. “Back to our place. Not every quad’s got a mystic psychic stone like you, so I can’t exactly bring berries for when you get in trouble.”

Laura’s ears flicked in irritation again. “...Can you at least make it a bit easier for me to stay on. Please.”

Xavier adjusted Laura’s position with his tail so that instead of her being in a messy heap, it looked less like she’d abruptly fall off the moment the luxray began walking. “Is that more to your satisfaction, my lady?” He asked, teasing sarcasm evident in his tone.

Laura snorted. “It’ll do, my vassal. Onward!”

Laura and Xavier’s relationship was somewhat… unexpected. Officially, Xavier was her bodyguard. Nobody had really hired him to the position, he had simply gone along with Laura on her infamous ‘tour’ and continued hanging around her afterwards. At some point they had become ‘friends’. Around that point, Xavier and Laura began sharing the same home.

Upon arriving at the aforesaid home, Xavier unceremoniously dumped Laura onto her bed, and padded over to the medicine chest, flicking it open with his tail. He returned with a bottle of oran salve and a cheri.

“Lemme borrow the magical mind crystal, it’s ****ing annoying to get this lid off,” he remarked.

“If you can get the damn bracelet off,” Laura responded, “it’s yours.”

A few minutes later, the cheri had allowed Laura to regain sensation in her limbs, and the salve was comfortably soothing the injury Jones had left her. Laura stretched, easing out the remaining tension in her joints. “Mm, that feels good.”

Xavier laid down next to her, pawing at the remote. “Ya want this on?”

Laura shrugged. “I don’t mind.” The luxray jabbed at a button, the tv in their home coming to life with the sounds of explosions. Laura’s fur immediately fluffed up with surprise. “The frigging hell!?”

Laura felt Xavier’s tail flop onto her in what she supposed was meant to be a calming gesture. “Calm down. Just the opening night fireworks.”

“The what now.”

“Tempest Festival. Opening night’s tonight,” Xavier reminded her.

Laura felt herself calm down. “Right.” She sighed, relaxing. “You doing Blood Pit with me?”

“Yeah.”

She yawned. He gave her a look. “...Get some sleep. You’ll need a lot of energy tomorrow.”

“Can’t sleep, darkrai-damn fireworks sound like violent popcorn,” Laura complained. Xavier quickly hit the mute button. “Much better…”

Soon enough, the umbreon was fast asleep, tail and legs occasionally twitching.