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If Flero is out and about all the time and not entirely covered by armor, how is she so pale? Shouldn't she be kinda tan or something, at least in exposed spots?

// Soulsmun here, gonna explain this real quick.

// The main reason is because while she does travel, a lot of her work is still in Ashon. Ashon is incredibly cold, and the sunlight is weak. It’s not nearly enough for a proper tan; not to mention, Flero is just naturally fair-skinned, so even if it was, she’d get awful sunburn rather than tan.

// Also, that paleness isn’t entirely natural. Just like the slight glow to her eyes and extremely vibrant coloration of them. Extreme radiation exposure hasn’t done anything good for her immune system, even if strength wise she’s built like an absolute tank.

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Francis, are you okay? Things going well at Flero's place, or is everything looking just as terrifying?

“...what. The hell. Are you.”Unfortunately for you, anon, you look like the most terrifying eldritch abomination imaginable. Francis can barely look at you, let alone answer you, feebly clinging to some blankets he’s been hiding under.

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So Flero, how are things clearing up after that mess?

“Not so well, unfortunately. Got 14 in the medical ward, pretty much everyone else still on edge, and trying to deal with the rangers after someone reported hearing gunshots in the building. Do you have any idea how hard it is to cover up someone just suddenly hallucinating and shooting up the place WITHOUT anyone being arrested?”

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He looked at her briefly after the gesture, once inside, quiet for a few seconds once again. Then he nodded  and stated, solemnly, “I know I will be...and I’ll have you to thank for it.” He then looked to Tesla; “Do you want to go into your ball?”

Tesla shook its head, hovering to rest beside him in the vehicle, choosing to keep his company. He let out another soft chuckle, then looked at Flero a last time as the vehicle started to leave the vehicle bay; he said nothing, just nodded a little once more in understanding and acknowledgement.

She had this.

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“…..” Francis looked at the floor a bit, in silence, then sighed, seemingly giving in to the fact that he’d be doing no paperwork for a while. He nodded and patted Tesla a bit, signaling the Pokemon to lift him once more; he begins to move towards the vehicle, but angles his head to look at Flero a bit, then lets out a small chuckle.

“I guess we’re even now…thank you, Flero. I’ll try not to make a mess of your residence. Hold the fort.”

“Eh, a mess is the last thing I’m worried about. I’m sure my pokemon at home already have that covered. And hey, no worries, I got this! If you can manage without me for a bit, that means the place can be handled alone- and if there’s a will, there’s a way. So I’ll figure it out.”

Flero stood up as well, walking alongside Francis until they got to the vehicle. She moved to help him inside, briefly bumping her mask against his in what, if they weren’t armored, would’ve been a kiss on the cheek.

“It’ll be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

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“…..” Francis looked at the floor a bit, in silence, then sighed, seemingly giving in to the fact that he’d be doing no paperwork for a while. He nodded and patted Tesla a bit, signaling the Pokemon to lift him once more; he begins to move towards the vehicle, but angles his head to look at Flero a bit, then lets out a small chuckle.

“I guess we’re even now…thank you, Flero. I’ll try not to make a mess of your residence. Hold the fort.”

“Eh, a mess is the last thing I’m worried about. I’m sure my pokemon at home already have that covered. And hey, no worries, I got this! If you can manage without me for a bit, that means the place can be handled alone- and if there’s a will, there’s a way. So I’ll figure it out.”

Flero stood up as well, walking alongside Francis until they got to the vehicle. She moved to help him inside, briefly bumping her mask against his in what, if they weren’t armored, would’ve been a kiss on the cheek.

“It’ll be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

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            You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

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“.....” Francis looked at the floor a bit, in silence, then sighed, seemingly giving in to the fact that he’d be doing no paperwork for a while. He nodded and patted Tesla a bit, signaling the Pokemon to lift him once more; he begins to move towards the vehicle, but angles his head to look at Flero a bit, then lets out a small chuckle.

“I guess we’re even now...thank you, Flero. I’ll try not to make a mess of your residence. Hold the fort.”

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Francis just tilted his head at her, raising a tired eyebrow behind the helmet; “You know me better than to ask such questions,” he replied semi-severely, “of course I keep things of import on my person…I don’t need anything at this point in time, though.” A thoughtful drum of his fingers on Tesla’s dome- one of the alien’s ears flicked in mild irritation- before he continued, “Though…perhaps when I am in a better condition, I would like some of those documents I left on the desk. They still require writing in.” Tesla buzzed in what was definite annoyance now, looking at Francis reproachfully in a way that said, “You’re still concerned about paper? Finish it when you’re fully recovered you dolt!” Francis didn’t react beyond looking at his Pokemon, but he’d likely rolled his eyes a bit.

Apollo slightly shook his head at Francis’ comment about the papers, seemingly in general agreement with Tesla. What was the point in leaving to recover if he took the work with him? He wouldn’t get any rest that way… But he clearly wasn’t in his right mind anyway, so he didn’t know what was for the best in this case.

Flero rolled her eyes behind the lenses, giving the other admin a brief pat on the shoulder; “Don’t worry about it. It’ll get handled, Francis. You oughta just focus on getting your head screwed on right again.”

And handled it would be. But not by him, if she had to stay in rehab with no adventure, he’ll have to rest with no work to get done. He’d thank her for the proper break later anyway.

“Anyways- looks like they’re about ready with the vehicle. Let’s get you on your way, the sooner you go and rest the sooner you’ll feel better. And the sooner you feel better, the sooner things will smooth out.”

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(( Quickie drawing and colouring of Francis’ primary mon- I love S51-A, loved it from the moment I saw the one belonging to the Vinoville Gym Leader. I love aliens in general as well as Pokemon, so the best of both worlds? Sign me up! ))

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Francis just tilted his head at her, raising a tired eyebrow behind the helmet; “You know me better than to ask such questions,” he replied semi-severely, “of course I keep things of import on my person…I don’t need anything at this point in time, though.” A thoughtful drum of his fingers on Tesla’s dome- one of the alien’s ears flicked in mild irritation- before he continued, “Though…perhaps when I am in a better condition, I would like some of those documents I left on the desk. They still require writing in.” Tesla buzzed in what was definite annoyance now, looking at Francis reproachfully in a way that said, “You’re still concerned about paper? Finish it when you’re fully recovered you dolt!” Francis didn’t react beyond looking at his Pokemon, but he’d likely rolled his eyes a bit.

Apollo slightly shook his head at Francis’ comment about the papers, seemingly in general agreement with Tesla. What was the point in leaving to recover if he took the work with him? He wouldn’t get any rest that way... But he clearly wasn’t in his right mind anyway, so he didn’t know what was for the best in this case.

Flero rolled her eyes behind the lenses, giving the other admin a brief pat on the shoulder; “Don’t worry about it. It’ll get handled, Francis. You oughta just focus on getting your head screwed on right again.”

And handled it would be. But not by him, if she had to stay in rehab with no adventure, he’ll have to rest with no work to get done. He’d thank her for the proper break later anyway.

“Anyways- looks like they’re about ready with the vehicle. Let’s get you on your way, the sooner you go and rest the sooner you’ll feel better. And the sooner you feel better, the sooner things will smooth out.”

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Francis just tilted his head at her, raising a tired eyebrow behind the helmet; “You know me better than to ask such questions,” he replied semi-severely, “of course I keep things of import on my person...I don’t need anything at this point in time, though.” A thoughtful drum of his fingers on Tesla’s dome- one of the alien’s ears flicked in mild irritation- before he continued, “Though...perhaps when I am in a better condition, I would like some of those documents I left on the desk. They still require writing in.” Tesla buzzed in what was definite annoyance now, looking at Francis reproachfully in a way that said, “You’re still concerned about paper? Finish it when you’re fully recovered you dolt!” Francis didn’t react beyond looking at his Pokemon, but he’d likely rolled his eyes a bit.

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Francis leaned back a bit once he was sat on the bench, Tesla remaining nearby for him to lean on; he just nodded in response to Flero’s leaving, looking about a bit. Everything still seemed….different….threatening, but he didn’t really react as badly. Perhaps because he felt a little…no, very tired. Bordering exhausted.

Even watching Apollo- who he still viewed as a monstrocity- managed to get a tired chuckle out of him, before he turned his head to view his loyal UFO companion. “…what on Earth happened, Tesla? Eh? We’ll figure it out…eventually….we always do.” Tesla beeped a bit in confirmation, patting Francis’ back with one of its arms like Flero had done earlier. Francis just sighed again, and waited.

Flero was gone for maybe 10, 15 minutes at most before returning with a small group of personnel to escort and take care of Francis. The three split into a group to open the gate and make sure the vehicle they’d be taking was in running order, while Flero went over to sit by Francis.

“Aiight, give them a few minutes and you’ll be good to go. It there anything you want me to run back and go get out of your office or something before you leave? Anything that might be comforting for you or entertaining, or just useful? I would assume you didn’t just grab anything you might need when you left your office to find me…. Unless you somehow keep everything important in that coat of yours…”

She paused, and then shrugged.

“Which honestly, knowing you, wouldn’t actually be a surprise.”

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Francis leaned back a bit once he was sat on the bench, Tesla remaining nearby for him to lean on; he just nodded in response to Flero’s leaving, looking about a bit. Everything still seemed….different….threatening, but he didn’t really react as badly. Perhaps because he felt a little…no, very tired. Bordering exhausted.

Even watching Apollo- who he still viewed as a monstrocity- managed to get a tired chuckle out of him, before he turned his head to view his loyal UFO companion. “…what on Earth happened, Tesla? Eh? We’ll figure it out…eventually….we always do.” Tesla beeped a bit in confirmation, patting Francis’ back with one of its arms like Flero had done earlier. Francis just sighed again, and waited.

Flero was gone for maybe 10, 15 minutes at most before returning with a small group of personnel to escort and take care of Francis. The three split into a group to open the gate and make sure the vehicle they’d be taking was in running order, while Flero went over to sit by Francis.

“Aiight, give them a few minutes and you’ll be good to go. It there anything you want me to run back and go get out of your office or something before you leave? Anything that might be comforting for you or entertaining, or just useful? I would assume you didn’t just grab anything you might need when you left your office to find me.... Unless you somehow keep everything important in that coat of yours...”

She paused, and then shrugged.

“Which honestly, knowing you, wouldn’t actually be a surprise.”

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Francis leaned back a bit once he was sat on the bench, Tesla remaining nearby for him to lean on; he just nodded in response to Flero’s leaving, looking about a bit. Everything still seemed....different....threatening, but he didn’t really react as badly. Perhaps because he felt a little...no, very tired. Bordering exhausted.

Even watching Apollo- who he still viewed as a monstrocity- managed to get a tired chuckle out of him, before he turned his head to view his loyal UFO companion. “...what on Earth happened, Tesla? Eh? We’ll figure it out...eventually....we always do.” Tesla beeped a bit in confirmation, patting Francis’ back with one of its arms like Flero had done earlier. Francis just sighed again, and waited.

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“Docking bay…alright….” Francis murmured in agreement, continuing to be guided along, mostly relying on Tesla for movement. The S51-A in question in the meantime spared Flero a glance and nodded a bit in affirmation to her words; it trusted her, it would do as such if she was needed.

Francis just sort of kept plodding along with her, then brought up something that had been on his mind still; “…it’s all very well to go to your house, Flero, but….what if I go on another rampage? Can you lock the place from the inside…?”

“Lock it from the inside? Mmm… I think so..? I can’t remember well honestly, but probably. Though you shouldn’t need to. Even if you DO flip out, this time you won’t have a weapon, there will be armed personnel, and a bunch of pokemon. They can keep you from leaving if need be.”

It luckily wasn’t terribly long until they got there, and Flero proceeded to bring Francis over to a bench so he could sit down. She let go of his hand, and proceeded to give him a brief pat on the back.

“Stay here ‘n relax while I get the others, okay? We’ll be back soon.”

She turned to run off, Apollo somewhat clumsily following behind her. Not the most graceful of creatures, but he tried.

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“Docking bay…alright….” Francis murmured in agreement, continuing to be guided along, mostly relying on Tesla for movement. The S51-A in question in the meantime spared Flero a glance and nodded a bit in affirmation to her words; it trusted her, it would do as such if she was needed.

Francis just sort of kept plodding along with her, then brought up something that had been on his mind still; “…it’s all very well to go to your house, Flero, but….what if I go on another rampage? Can you lock the place from the inside…?”

“Lock it from the inside? Mmm... I think so..? I can’t remember well honestly, but probably. Though you shouldn’t need to. Even if you DO flip out, this time you won’t have a weapon, there will be armed personnel, and a bunch of pokemon. They can keep you from leaving if need be.”

It luckily wasn’t terribly long until they got there, and Flero proceeded to bring Francis over to a bench so he could sit down. She let go of his hand, and proceeded to give him a brief pat on the back.

“Stay here ‘n relax while I get the others, okay? We’ll be back soon.”

She turned to run off, Apollo somewhat clumsily following behind her. Not the most graceful of creatures, but he tried.

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“Docking bay...alright....” Francis murmured in agreement, continuing to be guided along, mostly relying on Tesla for movement. The S51-A in question in the meantime spared Flero a glance and nodded a bit in affirmation to her words; it trusted her, it would do as such if she was needed.

Francis just sort of kept plodding along with her, then brought up something that had been on his mind still; “...it’s all very well to go to your house, Flero, but....what if I go on another rampage? Can you lock the place from the inside...?”

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“….” Francis paused, then grunted and reached for one of his Pokeballs. “I have this…give me a second…”

Eventually he found the proper ball and released its occupant- speak of the devil, it was the S51-A itself, Tesla, who seemed incredibly alarmed at seeing Francis on the ground and shaking like a leaf. While the Admin took Flero’s hand, the Psychic/Steel type helped him up the rest of the way by getting under one of his arms and working as a floating prop. Seems it was all too happy to let him lean onto it for the time being.

“Thank you, old friend…” Francis murmured, patting the dome on the UFO Pokemon’s head fondly- apparently not even seeing it as a mutant could stop him from feeling intense fondness and gratitude for the Pokemon that had (sometimes literally) carried him through so much. Tesla responded by beeping  a bit in affirmation, but also some concern.

Francis then looked to Flero; “….you should lead the way…everything looks unfamiliar. Your house might be best, and some additional personnel would help keep me company…and hopefully under control. You have my promise that I won’t do any work while under recovery…” He sighs a bit. “I do need a bit of a break, the paperwork’s been terrible lately…”

He followed this with a shaky laugh- the mere fact that he chose to laugh as a form of assurance at all showed that while he was better off at recognising his company, he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Flero nodded a bit, keeping a steady grip on Francis’ hand- frankly, she had no intention of letting go until they were at least through the facility. With her free hand, she gave a brief thumbs up to Tesla, and motioned to Apollo, before starting to lead the small group. 

“I’ll bring you to the docking bay, aiight? So you can wait inside, not be exposed to the public while I get the right people to go with you. It’ll probably a few members of the expedition team, since they know this region like the backs of their hands. They’ll know how to get you to my place as fast as possible.”

Most personnel were still keeping out of sight, though a few seemed to be peeking around and checking if the coast was clear. Flero payed them little attention for now, mainly focusing on where she was going… Though, she was uneasy. Seeing the place so quiet and so little people going around just wasn’t right. She picked up her pace a bit, but trying to not run for Francis’ sake- he wasn’t in the state to be trying to keep up with her, which, typically he couldn’t anyway. She knew he was a lovable nerd, but not a physically fit one.

“Tesla, I’m going to be here to fix things- so you know where I am if things go wrong. Just teleport and get me.”

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“….” Francis paused, then grunted and reached for one of his Pokeballs. “I have this…give me a second…”

Eventually he found the proper ball and released its occupant- speak of the devil, it was the S51-A itself, Tesla, who seemed incredibly alarmed at seeing Francis on the ground and shaking like a leaf. While the Admin took Flero’s hand, the Psychic/Steel type helped him up the rest of the way by getting under one of his arms and working as a floating prop. Seems it was all too happy to let him lean onto it for the time being.

“Thank you, old friend…” Francis murmured, patting the dome on the UFO Pokemon’s head fondly- apparently not even seeing it as a mutant could stop him from feeling intense fondness and gratitude for the Pokemon that had (sometimes literally) carried him through so much. Tesla responded by beeping  a bit in affirmation, but also some concern.

Francis then looked to Flero; “….you should lead the way…everything looks unfamiliar. Your house might be best, and some additional personnel would help keep me company…and hopefully under control. You have my promise that I won’t do any work while under recovery…” He sighs a bit. “I do need a bit of a break, the paperwork’s been terrible lately…”

He followed this with a shaky laugh- the mere fact that he chose to laugh as a form of assurance at all showed that while he was better off at recognising his company, he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Flero nodded a bit, keeping a steady grip on Francis’ hand- frankly, she had no intention of letting go until they were at least through the facility. With her free hand, she gave a brief thumbs up to Tesla, and motioned to Apollo, before starting to lead the small group. 

“I’ll bring you to the docking bay, aiight? So you can wait inside, not be exposed to the public while I get the right people to go with you. It’ll probably a few members of the expedition team, since they know this region like the backs of their hands. They’ll know how to get you to my place as fast as possible.”

Most personnel were still keeping out of sight, though a few seemed to be peeking around and checking if the coast was clear. Flero payed them little attention for now, mainly focusing on where she was going... Though, she was uneasy. Seeing the place so quiet and so little people going around just wasn’t right. She picked up her pace a bit, but trying to not run for Francis’ sake- he wasn’t in the state to be trying to keep up with her, which, typically he couldn’t anyway. She knew he was a lovable nerd, but not a physically fit one.

“Tesla, I’m going to be here to fix things- so you know where I am if things go wrong. Just teleport and get me.”