#pesselle

[waywardstation]

I want to step on Ingo…to pop his back. Man looks like he needs a good back crack.

In regards to this ask

Ingo does the dad thing where he wants someone to step on his back. Peselle won’t let him do it the way he thinks he needs, though.

[tomorobo-illust]

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@thepersonaking56 We're about to find out!

[oceandiagonale]

breaking news: historians have theorized that this friendly neighborhood merchant and this mysterious stranger were Very Good Friends 

[peccaberry]

V.I.P.!!!!! (Very important Pesselle)

[theadventuresofbig]

I was looking at what quests I could do and I came across this quest from Pesselle.

[egginfroggin]

Pesselle is this close to chaining him to the cot so he can't get himself into stupidly dangerous situations.

Transcription of the text:

First part:

text, pointing to his right arm: (broken arm)

"It is fine"

"It is not as bad as it looks"

"Really"

"I am fine"

Second part:

text, pointing to Pesselle: (will be a cold day in Hell before she ever believes him)

[cecilioque]

So it's not poisonous?

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Lani casually bringing back rare medicinal plants for Isla because she just thought they were pretty.

Featuring Isla @faestorian

[maelysgriffonne]

@waywardstation I did this because it couldn't leave my mind XD

This exactly how I was when I did it expect for Pesselle and Ingo it was my nurse aunt and my cousin (who unlike Ingo was laughing at my misery that asshole)

[erazonpo3]

Added a chapter to In Too Deep! They are having a very boring and very professional work meeting

[maximumcatfeels]

I kind of want to write a semi-crack sickfic.

One where Cyllene is the one that gets sick (with like the flu but not a deadly version) and Laventon is unsure of how to help because she is refusing to stay home and in bed.

And he so he asks Zisu and Pesselle for help and they go “oh yeah, we know what to do.”

Pesselle gives him a small bottle and says “give her some tea with this in it and then wait ten minutes and then go get Zisu.”

So he does and he’s super confused because 1.) the tea smells weird af once he put that bottle’s contents in it and 2.) what is Zisu going to do?!

And by the time he waits ten minutes, gets Zisu, and comes back, Cyllene is passed out at her desk face down.

Zisu just shrugs, picks her up and Is like “yeah, if you don’t keep her drugged enough for her to actually sleep and heal, she tries to keep working and makes it worse, so this is the best solution…”

And he’s just horrified! Surely they’re just joking! Cyllene wouldn’t be that stupid! Now that she’s knows it’s serious, she’ll stay in bed and rest!

And so when it’s time to give her more tea, he leaves out the stuff in the bottle… only realize that she is now trying to get redressed for work (all while coughing up a lung and looking very pale and running a fever)

Oh.

(He eventually figures out that if he just gives her just enough to make her a bit sleepy and then cuddles her, she stays put and passes out without much issue.)

[waywardstation]

Ease the Pain

Akari takes Ingo to Pesselle after she notices his back is hurting him.

This was just a drabble I wrote yesterday to ease myself into a writing mood for HFBE, but I technically used 4 prompts. One from @bananacreamphi about Ingo having a back injury that Akari helps him with based off their great speculative post that I love (thank you for this prompt!!), a prompt to expand on why Ingo has a hole in the side of his coat, and two prompts about Ingo hiding an injury from Akari.

Being just a practice drabble I originally wasn’t going to post, I can see myself expanding more on/reusing any of these prompts in the future.

OR read it here on AO3!

Enjoy!

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“See Ingo! It’s not fine!”

Akari leaned against the wall of the Galaxy Team Headquarters’ medical ward, Ingo’s coat caught in her tightly-crossed arms, and his weathered cap caught in the grasp of one of her hands.

Pesselle was currently tending to Ingo, who was sitting up on one of the medical ward’s exam tables, his back to her as she examined it, leaving him to face Akari and observe all the concern on her frame.

“It’s nothing we can’t take care of, though,” Pesselle tried to keep the situation calm as she carefully tested the sore spots on Ingo’s back with her hands.

After a cold winter morning of Ingo constantly massaging a particular spot on his back with a look on his face that told Akari his methods weren’t improving the distracting situation at all, she had dragged him from his post on the first break he got, right into Pesselle’s office.

He had constantly told her it was ok, he was fine, and that this was normal. But all that did was worry Akari more.

It was normal for him to be in pain like this?

“The winter months usually seem to bring out more aching in old injuries,” Pesselle explained to the warden as she turned away from him momentarily to browse her supplies. “It’s normal for people to come in looking for relief. I can make something for you.”

But while Pesselle focused on Ingo’s back, Akari’s concerned gaze was glued to his side.

She didn’t think she had ever seen Ingo entirely exposed from the waist up before, (he always insisted on at least wearing his underlayer, even while soaking in the Iceland’s hot springs) and while the damage in his back was hidden under the surface, she certainly didn’t expect to see the gash that raked across his right side.

“Ah…Mamoswine.” Was all that Ingo said, noticing Akari staring. He made no move to hide it, now that she could see it, but his hand went to feel the gash, as if to remind himself of how far it stretched across him.

The look in his eyes told Akari maybe he had always hid it beneath his underlayer deliberately, so the people he cared about wouldn’t worry.

Akari glanced down at Ingo’s coat crumpled in her arms. The jagged hole in his coat that usually rested just over his belt stared back at her, just big enough to accommodate the end of a mamoswine’s sharpened ice tusk.

Her worries wove the incomplete bits of new information into a horrifying narrative. Had a tusk narrowly avoided goring Ingo?

“Same one that hurt your back?” Akari tried to keep a conversation going to distract her.

“Yes,” another single word answer. It was clear Ingo didn’t want to share too much about the incident with Akari.

Akari had known Ingo had issues with his back for a while now. It was clear in the way he walked and how frequently he rubbed at a certain spot along his spine, as well as his general posture. More recently, she had learned it was from an attack he had sustained out in the Icelands multiple months back, before Pearl Clan had found him.

In his initial confusion of where (and who) he was, a rather territorial mamoswine had…roughed him up, to put it lightly, before leaving him hurt in a snowdrift for almost a day. The damage from the heavy blow of a tusk against his back had left him with lingering pain that would flare up on colder days, or from overexertion. And apparently, judging by his side, he had also sustained proof of almost-successful impalement.

“I assure you, Miss Akari, it appears worse than it is. It hardly hurts anymore.” Ingo tried to sooth Akari’s worries with word of assurance and eyes that tried to tell her he was genuine.

He couldn’t say the same for his back though, as he stiffened when Pesselle suddenly spread something cold against a particular sore spot, having finished putting together a treatment.

“It’s just a salve,” Pesselle explained, scooping out more from her mixing bowl to spread over his back. “It will warm up; it should ease things and loosen your back.”

Ingo sat there compliantly, letting her tend to him.

“Now, I’ll give you two bottles of the salve to reapply as needed,” Peselle began to recite the list of options he had to self-improve his pain as she grabbed a roll of gauze. “But holding a good posture also helps, and you should commit to regular stretching! Taking a dip in the hot springs up where your settlement is, should ease the pain a little too!”

“Thank you, Miss Pesselle,” Ingo held his arms up to let her wrap the gauze over the salve and around his torso unobstructed, the only assistance he could offer. And just like that, the old gash on his side was once again hidden, most likely not to be seen by eyes for a while.

But now that Akari had seen it, she would always fret over it.

“If you need more salve, or help with anything else, come back any time! I’m always here!” Pesselle finished wrapping, tying it off. Ingo rose from the table as soon as she was done.

“I will keep that in mind, thank you, Miss.” Ingo pulled his underlayer back on, before concealing that under his larger tunic. Akari held his tattered coat out to him, and he shrugged it on, before completing his look by stationing his hat back on his head.

“Does it feel better?” Akari asked as they left the medical ward, heading back to the training grounds so Ingo could resume his work at his post.

“It’s starting to,” Ingo admitted as he slipped Pesselle’s salve bottles into his pocket. And thankfully, Akari could see proof of his words in his walk. His steps were stronger, and his posture didn’t carry so much pain anymore.

“Good! Now I’m going to make sure you do as Pesselle said, and don’t slouch like you always do!” Akari joked with him as she pushed ahead to open the Galaxy Team Headquarter’s doors for him. “It makes you look like an old person!”

Ingo just laughed as he passed through the doors with her.

[tomorobo-illust]

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Lone Emmet and Cub AU Chapter 2 Updates: Tuesday & Thursday

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[oceandiagonale]

pesselle.................... she Knows lol

[peccaberry]

Chapter 18 of Achilles Come Down is now up!

I really hope Akari is having a better time than Rei off screen. Like she's just out there hiking and calling out for Volo's Pokemon every so often while Rei has been caught in his own personal soap opera for the last couple days. Good for her, hope she's having a blast. :)

@heat--end is still trying to spread excessive Irida propaganda by sabotaging ACD during editing. Unfortunately for her I managed to fight through it and Irida remains only on the horizon... For now.

[visforvictini13]

Name: Pesselle

Trainer Card Number: 592

Gender: Female

Series Of Origin: Pokemon Legends Arceus

Type Specialty: None

Croagunk: Her only canonical pokemon

Gastly, Magneton, Togekiss and Alakazam: Pokemon from her descendant Mira

Chansey: I mean duh, she’s a nurse

[sylviareviar]

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Professor Laventon had taken the boy he'd found straight to Jubilife Village, where he knew the Galaxy Expedition Team had the resources to help the boy. Although Rowlet had flown off ahead of time, its presence was still startling to the members of the Galaxy Expedition Team, who couldn't quite get used to having a Pokémon present in the building that wasn't as well-behaved as Captain Cyllene's Abra.

As a result, many of the Security Corps guards flinched away from Rowlet, who had been screeching and hollering at the top of its mighty little lungs until someone did something. It finally took, ironically enough, Captain Cyllene's Abra to calm the Grass-type Pokémon down enough to give out orders.

"Professor Laventon found a weak young boy collapsed on Prelude Beach and is now trying to save him from choking on seawater and sand."

Upon hearing these words, Pesselle immediately began gathering a stretcher and emergency supplies, but Captain Cyllene stopped her.

"There's no time," she had said, a stern frown on her face. "Abra will use Teleport to bring him straight here. I will watch you prepare a bed for him. Abra can use me as a beacon."

It still felt strange, in all honesty. Pesselle was never really for or against Pokémon. At least, that's what she'd always thought. But seeing the Survey Corps Captain use her partner Pokémon's abilities without even a second thought, just like that... Of course it was useful, but... it was strange. She wasn't used to it. Dazed, and a little bit uneasy, she prepared the last bed she had available for the boy. The small cot in the corner, reserved for visitors of Jubilife Village, such as members of the Diamond or Pearl Clans or the Ginkgo Guild.

Her mind wandered as she'd prepared the cot for the boy. The acceptance of Pokémon was a rather modern concept, after all, and not everyone would be so... accepting or understanding as the Professor seemed to be. She could tell, after Captain Cyllene had requested to move from Security Corps to create the Survey Corps upon Professor Laventon's arrival, that Commander Kamado wasn't thrilled about the idea of living alongside Pokémon, and was only convinced because of Cyllene's impeccable skill in arguing her point. Truly, Cyllene was another breed of human, one whom Pesselle admired deeply.

That people and Pokémon could live in harmony... It had always been brushed off as idealistic or even brutish until now. Along comes Rei, a boy and his stubborn little Pikachu who doesn't always listen to what he has to say. Rei was the only one in the entire town brave enough to join the Survey Corps to help the Professor, but even with his assistance progress is slow. So far, the Professor only had about five entries in the Pokédex he was beginning to compile: that of the three Pokémon he himself gathered and brought to Hisui: Cyndaquil, Oshawott, and Rowlet; Rei's Pikachu; and Cyllene's Abra. Even then, the information given on them was limited.

Cyndaquil's back can erupt in flames when surprised or irate. Seems shy but can be surprisingly demanding. Humble but strong. Takes care of others.

Only four known moves, and its basic "typing," a categorical system pioneered by the Professor himself, was classified as "Fire." Fair enough. It does have flames on its back--sometimes. How strange that the circular markings on its fur can spontaneously combust the way they do. Dangerous, too. Is it really okay to have a Fire-type Pokémon inside a building? Professor Laventon had argued it'd be fine in the Galaxy Hall, because the building was made of bricks.

Regardless, her doubts about Pokémon hadn't subsided. Even as Cyllene's Abra successfully Teleported the boy and--to Pesselle's surprise, Cyndaquil, who was in his arms, emanating heat and dangerously on the verge of sparking some flames on its back--she had gotten to work right away, finishing off the clumsy work the Professor had attempted to do to keep the boy from choking on his own spit and the water in his lungs. A Heimlich Maneuver and the Professor's entire sprint back to the village later, Pesselle had managed to grab some measurements and write down some information about the boy.

Looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, approximately 172cm--or, in the Professor's units of measurement, 5'8"--and since he wasn't conscious, she wasn't able to write down a weight for him yet. In appearance, he was rather fair-skinned, freckles dotting his face, elbows, wrists, and calves, and he had snowy white hair stuck in clumps with dried sea salt and eyes as blue and clear as the sky had been earlier that day. He was... very oddly dressed. His shirt was not folded in any way, and was far too thin to be a proper kimono. His trousers were strange, in that they had pockets, but she could not tell if they were shorts or pants, because they stopped at his knees. And of course, he was entirely barefoot, with rocks digging into his feet. She had to clean and bandage the small wounds on them, and it would be a little painful to walk for a day or two, but he should be fine after that.

Pesselle had Rei urgently call Lady Anthe over to assess his clothes and provide him with new ones, as these were utterly soaked through and would only serve to harm him if he continued to wear them. She provided him with one of her everyday kimonos, but even as she took the clothing away, she said she hadn't recognized them in the slightest. They were not Galarian, nor were they from the neighboring regions, and Kalos didn't have anything quite like that.

"It's odd," she mused, "but I don't recognize any of these clothes at all. I'll be sure to take good care of them until the boy wakes--he may be able to shed some light on where he comes from by the time he comes to collect them."

"Please do," Pesselle had requested with an earnest bow. "I'm sure Commander Kamado would like to know as well."

With a nod, Anthe left and Pesselle was on her own with the boy.

Well, on her own with a rogue Fire-type Pokémon who hadn't once left his side unguarded even for a moment. Although Pesselle had finished her examinations, she tried to remove Cyndaquil from his grasp--after all, waking to a Pokémon in his arms wouldn't be good for him, if he was anything like the rest of the villagers here. But Cyndaquil didn't listen. As soon as Pesselle's hand came close, the flames on her back sprang to life, forcing her to jolt away before she was burned. And, just as quickly as they had appeared, the flames died down, before they had a chance to burn the sheets that Cyndaquil was now burrowing into.

It was like this for a while. Pesselle would allow Cyndaquil "just twenty more minutes" to warm the boy up, but when it came time to pull them apart, Cyndaquil stubbornly refused. By nightfall, Pesselle gave up and simply sat there, watching helplessly as the little Pokémon occasionally glanced up, sniffed at his chin, folded itself in different ways, and rested, and as the boy stirred in his sleep, unconscious and confused, his hands holding on to the warmth of the uncanny creature in his grasp.

"Where did you say this boy came from again?"

"Well, I only saw him as the three Pokémon ran after him, you understand, but... Well, I'm sure you saw it too, did you not? Those three shooting stars from atop Mt. Coronet? I'm certain this boy was one of them!"

"Professor, you're suggesting this boy fell from the sky. From the space-time rift! Are you mad?"

"Madame Pesselle, please, you know I only concern myself with facts! Think about it! This strange device that was in the boy's hand... His clothing, his convenient location! One of those shooting stars went past Lake Verity, I'm certain of it! And what lies beyond Lake Verity? The ocean! The ocean currents must have brought him ashore to Prelude Beach!"

"Professor, it's likely he's been frigid for several hours now. If he fell from the sky, I've no clue if he will even survive!"

"Madame Pesselle, please!--"

"I'm not saying I will not help him, but if what you say is true then I fear we may be too late. If there are other human beings on the other ends of those shooting stars across Hisui, we can only pray for their safety now."

When the boy had first come in, she'd pried the strange item from his cold, stiff hands. It lay awkwardly on the chair at his side, eerie and odd-looking. Just as odd as the rest of him.

It hadn't taken her as long as she thought it would have to stabilize the boy. Begrudgingly, she had to admit that Cyndaquil's presence really did help somewhat. Now the boy was safely stirring in his sleep, likely disturbed by dreams of some kind. He moved, breathed, shifted... All it would take now was rest to complete his recovery.

"Professor, if we want the boy to recover, I need to ask that you remove Cyndaquil from his person."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Cyndaquil is worried, and all she is doing is using her natural body heat to warm him up. Surely that can't be harmful?"

"Well, no, but... if he wakes to a Pokémon in his arms and panics--"

"I don't think he will, Madame."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Why, it's simple!" he had beamed. "Pokémon are very good judges of character, I think. Or, perhaps, it's just my three. Still, I think it's worth noting. My Pokémon don't often listen to me because I fail to live up to their expectations. In truth, I am not the valuable partner that they need me to be. And, of course, I've seen how my little ones avoid the rest of the villagers. It's quite clear that they understand when they aren't wanted. And yet, I find it quite intriguing, that Cyndaquil in particular is so drawn to this young boy. This young man, alien in many ways, who seems to have fallen from the heavens themselves. Do you not find it fascinating?"

Pesselle had sighed deeply. "Professor, please do not make my patient your next science experiment..."

"Oh, no, of course not! I wouldn't dream of it! Not without his consent, of course. And it isn't an experiment, Madame, it is a research project. I'm not that kind of scientist, you know!"

"Mm-hm. Right."

When Pesselle had mentioned to him about how Cyndaquil wouldn't leave, she requested a copy of Cyndaquil's entry in the Pokédex, so that she could watch the creature overnight.

Now she sat, tapping her brush idly as she read over the little information she had on her desk about it, sighing to herself as the moon passed overhead outside, stewing in her thoughts.

Union between people and Pokémon, huh...?

After everything she'd been through today, and as she watched the strange white-haired boy groan under his breath, tormented by something behind his closed eyelids that only he could see, slowly calm down when Cyndaquil pushed her snout into his neck and began pulsing short, small flames from her back in a steady, comforting rhythm, something in her heart fluttered with nervous excitement.

Maybe, she thought, looking at the two of them, a small creature of dangerous elements comforting a small, frail, near-sick human being.

Maybe the Professor had a point.