[ He doesn't bother responding, because he has a feeling that should he up and just ... not show up, the woman might very well find him at one point or another. So he's getting out of his own rover and into the medical one (officially, this might be his first time here, not counting his stasis) within a few minutes.
Arcanine follows just because he doesn't feel like being in his pokeball much at the moment, and there's a pause before Green knocks, a tad uncertain, but mostly just ... wishing he hadn't brought this upon himself somehow.
His pokemon's excited though, because chances are whoever appears behind the door will give him a fantastic scratch. ]
[It'll take a moment for anyone to respond, but it isn't long before the doors slide open and Hange leans against the frame with an easy smile.]
Well it's good to see you to.. [She 'greets' when she notices the obvious displeasure drawn along Green's face. At least Arcanine's made the right predicament, because it isn't long before she reaches out to ruffle the pokemon behind the ears once he leans in close enough.]
[ Oh hell yes - Arcanine's tail wags immediately at the sight of Hange, recognizing her scent. She's the lady who gives expert cuddles! He's lucked out, quickly leaning over to give her a quick sniff - snout poking at her frame - before letting his fur be ruffled contently.
Arcanine's a goddamn traitor, he thinks. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, simply.
... Though he feels bad that she's always been open to giving Arcanine a warm reception. Maybe a bit of formalities won't hurt? ] ... How's medical, anyway?
[Meanwhile, Hange just laughs when Arcanine gets curious and nudges her glasses, not minding at all when they become crooked. She'll take a moment to ruffle the pokemon's fur with both hands, humming thoughtfully at Green's question when he makes an honest attempt at being civil.]
It's been going better than I expected, actually. [She's already pulling away from the large dog, slipping back inside the rover and gesturing both figures to slip inside.] A few of the leading members released an announcement to the network, and since then we've received several spare supplies. Along with the abundant medicinal flora available on Macha, we'll be able to pull through so long as we remain diligent about restocking.
[She's wandered off to the sink at some point, washing her hands before gesturing at one of the examination beds.] Pick whichever one you want.
[ Arcanine's familiar with the concept of laughter - it's rare from his trainer, but the sound's still more than enough for him to get excited, tail wagging as he licks the side of her face. Eventually though, he lets her go off to do ... whatever she needs to do, following behind Green dutifully. ]
Hm. [ He hums in response at best, slowly nodding. He's slightly more interested in looking around his surroundings, from the cabinets to the examination bets; it's a little weird, how all of this can fit into a transportable vehicle at best. Though if he really thinks about it, this might be more or less the most normal thing he's seen here.
Green nods, picking the one closest to where he's standing and hoisting himself up to the bed with ease. Arcanine's manages to fit himself between two of the beds, looking between his trainer and the lady. ]
Lemme know if supplies run short. [ He eventually speaks up, not entirely... enthusiastic about the idea, but at the same time the teen's smart enough to know that the medical team's a necessity here. ]
[The modern conveniences provided by the rovers still amaze Hange to this day, urging her to make good use of what they're fortunate enough to have available even now. Of course, none of that is relevant without good old intuition, and even now she can sense that Green possesses no complications that are in need of immediate treatment. However, she isn't about to turn him away after all the 'effort' it took to get him here in the first place, so that just meant a bit of multitasking was in order.]
I think the thing we're in 'dire' need of at the moment are dressings, but many people have donated their bed sheets for the cause. They'll need a thorough washing for sanitation reasons, but otherwise they'll do in a pinch.
[By then Hange was drying her hands off, wandering over to the bed and shooting Arcanine her usual grin. She'll have to resist petting him for at least the following ten minutes.]
Anyway, are you feeling any pain as of this moment?
[ There's a nod, but that's just about as far as things will go - he doesn't exactly have an abundance of bed sheets to give away as dressing, so that's not something he could help with. But well, if he comes across any plants of note, he knows enough to at least not pick the wrong kind of plants - that's the most he could ask for, really.
But, check up. He's still not sure why he has to go through this, but chances are he kind of screwed up the moment he tried to play it off as nothing the last time. So now Hange's probably going to do this until she can trust his word when he says he's fine. How annoying.
At least Arcanine's sitting quietly, not exactly the most comfortable, but he's also a little busy trying to look at all the new things. Green decides to leave him be for now, shifting his attention to the current conversation. ]
[Green's definitely right with assuming that some part of Hange still doesn't trust him to actually seek assistance if needed, and so constant exposure is necessary in order to ensure that won't be the case when something serious actually plagues him. Plus, getting to see Arcanine again was always a bonus she couldn't pass up.
If anything, the simple answer doesn't deter her, and she's quick to begin her assessment with a keen eye.]
How about lightheadedness? Nausea? Any sort of discomfort?
No, no, and no. [ Aside from whatever mild annoyance he's feeling from being examined like this, anyway. At least it's methodical, and neither of them are wasting time with pleasantries and the like. That's all he could ask for - so while he isn't exactly the most chatty with his answers, they at least do what they're supposed to do: answer the question.
It's about when the check-up's over that Green spares another glance at Arcanine's direction, almost chuckling at how cramped the pokemon finally looks. Apparently being squished between the medical beds is finally getting to him, and there's a distinct plea for help from his partner.
The expression nearly lets the chuckle escape his lips, but he settles on the happy medium of an amused grin before he picks up Arcanine's pokeball from his belt, enlarging it to its original size before pointing it at the canine. Immediately, the giant doge is enveloped in a burst of red - then disappears without a trace moments later. ]
Sorry- you were saying? [ He should. Probably finish this conversation before she thinks of more things to ask him. ]
[Poor Arcanine. He's been such a good sport about the whole ordeal that Hange's determined to make it up for him. However, her thoughts shift suddenly when Green pulls out a ball that looks rather similar to the one Peter had retrieved back during the cinnabug outbreak. She watches curiously as the latter presses a button that enlarges the ball immediately, a red beam shooting out soon after to engulf the large canine entirely.
Her own eyes widen as Arcanine dissolves and the beam retreats back to the ball, and while Green must have said something important (maybe) Hange's far too distracted to focus on the tail end of their check up.
Instead she'll lean in, excitement laced thickly with her following words.]
[ He remembers this expression - it's similar to the one Hange wore when they met the first time, when Green had been suspected of murder. It hadn't exactly been an expression appropriate in front of a potential murderer, eyes bright and expression shifting towards genuine excitement.
It must be a general thing she does, he notes. Makes sense, given the eccentricity from her.
At least he's not too cruel to leave an explanation entirely, eyes glancing at the ball in his hand before -- whoa, okay, too close. There's another moment of silence (sorry, Hange) as he blinks away the surprise, finally speaking up. ]
It's a pokeball. [ -- Because that explains so much. ] So we can carry pokemon easily. [ He's really good at explanations. ] Once it's used on a pokemon, you can't use the pokeball on anything else - and the pokemon can't be caught by any other pokeball.
[If there's one thing she'll always be eternally grateful for it's the seemingly endless opportunities to expand her knowledge and learn more about the universe (or universes). And now's no different, because while she's read Green's file, there's so many terms she's familiar with but are unable to apply properly because of how different they're likely interpreted.
Of course, there are other terms that she never heard of before now.]
A pokeball... [She'll nod at his explanation, which makes sense to a degree. It sounds like a one-time use device, perhaps because of the red beam she's witnessed. Maybe each pokeball has its own composition that rewrites and molds around the pokemon captured in it...]
And what about pokemon in general? Are pokemon the equivalent of what cats and dogs are in other worlds? Dogs specifically used to be bred to fight other dogs for gambling.
Wait, what do you - [ Pokemon in general? Just as her questions start Green's lost, because what else would you use a pokeball on? Salad?
Then the familiar set of words are in the conversation - he remembers something like this with Peter, the first time they met - and Green's struck with a strange urge to either groan or laugh. Both are compelling, because god what kind of places do these people come from?
He sticks with the former though, complete with a roll of his eyes. A hand goes to rub the back of his neck, where does he even begin with this -- ]
Pokemon are my world's equivalent of ... creatures. Not just cats and dogs - or animals. We've got ... plants, machines, and some spirits if you believe in that. Arcanine just happens to look like a dog. [ But then, it's hard not to when he comes from a world where you take a step in the Pokemon Tower and there's suddenly a Ghastly that attacks you.
Anyway. ] They can all captured in pokeballs, but most of them live in the wild anyway. [ Friend, human partner, etc. ]
So no, there aren't any "dogs" [ Air quotations here; there's also a hint of annoyance in his voice despite how effective (??) he is at explaining all this - the son of a researcher, etc. ] that are bred to fight other dogs. Not all people have pokemon to battle either - there are just as many people who keep them as a pet, or to help around work or the house or whatever.
But when they do - there's nothing cruel about it. [ He's mentally shaking his head a the conversation with Peter at this moment. ] Usually, a team and their trainer have a relationship built on trust - they do what they do because they want to.
[Maybe they are ridiculous questions for someone's accustomed to the nuances of their world, but Hange's a researcher who possesses enough humility to understand that she isn't going to get anywhere by keeping to her own beliefs. From what she's gathered through Green's explanation, pokemon are the equivalent of any (or at least most) living beings that aren't completely human. She only assume that the pokeballs themselves are some sort of taming device, whether the pokemon themselves consider it as a competitive gesture, or if they possess any components that coax them to become more docile.
Meanwhile, it sounds like they could be raised and trained to fight, though the reasoning for such an action leaves her pondering what would necessitate that direction.]
Arcanine seems happy to be around you. [She points out, which serves as both to compliment Green's own abilities and to agree that—no—she wasn't assuming their relationship was actually cruel, though she isn't naive enough to believe that acts of cruelty don't happen with other trainers.] How long have you had him?
[ The longer he stays here - Macha, CDC, same difference - the more he realizes just how cruel the world is. Not to say that he denies the cruelty of his actions a mere half decade ago, but this is on a different scale entirely. Green's slowly wrapping his head around how killing is a necessity out here; it doesn't end when his opponent's unconscious.
He purposely keeps from thinking too hard about it however, because he's not here to discuss philosophy with Hange. This is a purely informational sessions, sort of. ]
Yeah, he better. [ He might sound petulant, but he's not ... ticked off. The bite that usually exists in his tone is gone when he speaks of the giant beast, turned into a playful fondness at best. Apparently the feeling goes both ways. ] 'bout ... 3 years, now, give or take.
I've had him since he was born. [ Or something close to that, anyway. How does he even explain evolution, it's a mystery. ]
[Being a researcher that's in tune with the more minute details, she catches the shift in tone in Green's voice, betraying a sort of fondness one would reserve for a good friend. Of course, one would argue that she's not particularly good with picking up verbal cues, but the thoughtful cautiousness that's been bestowed upon her by the CDC has helped in that regard.]
3 years, huh? [While all creatures grow at different rates, she's genuinely surprised that Arcanine actually isn't older than a handful of years.] He must've had quite the growth spurt during his preteen years.
Well - [ He begins, after a beat. ] Sort of. After a certain point, when they get strong enough, some pokemon go through an evolution.
Guess it's like a growth spurt. If growth spurts happened in seconds and they make you a lot stronger than before.
[ A shrug. It sounds so natural to him, but probably not to Hange. ] So before Arcanine was ... Arcanine, he was a Growlithe. [ Easily, he hops off the medical bed, hands indicating just how tall he was with his hand. Barely a meter. ] Around this tall.
[So all of the pokemon's growing happens in one go? Now things have gone from unique to strangely bizarre. It reminds her of a butterfly's metamorphosis, though within the span of seconds as opposed to days or weeks.]
Is there anything specific that triggers the evolution?
[ There's a lot of strange things about the wonderful world of Pokemon, Hange.
This question, he can answer without thinking. ] Depends on the pokemon.
For most of them, it's when they've ... become strong enough. [ But even that depends on the pokemon. ] A few of them only evolve when they come in contact with a specific stone, some when they learn a specific move.
[ A pause. ] Others need to be holding a specific item, and some need to be traded to other while holding specific item. [ Ah, how complicated... ] But most of them just need to get strong enough.
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Arcanine follows just because he doesn't feel like being in his pokeball much at the moment, and there's a pause before Green knocks, a tad uncertain, but mostly just ... wishing he hadn't brought this upon himself somehow.
His pokemon's excited though, because chances are whoever appears behind the door will give him a fantastic scratch. ]
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Well it's good to see you to.. [She 'greets' when she notices the obvious displeasure drawn along Green's face. At least Arcanine's made the right predicament, because it isn't long before she reaches out to ruffle the pokemon behind the ears once he leans in close enough.]
Ready to get this over with, I presume?
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Arcanine's a goddamn traitor, he thinks. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, simply.
... Though he feels bad that she's always been open to giving Arcanine a warm reception. Maybe a bit of formalities won't hurt? ] ... How's medical, anyway?
[ He tried. ]
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It's been going better than I expected, actually. [She's already pulling away from the large dog, slipping back inside the rover and gesturing both figures to slip inside.] A few of the leading members released an announcement to the network, and since then we've received several spare supplies. Along with the abundant medicinal flora available on Macha, we'll be able to pull through so long as we remain diligent about restocking.
[She's wandered off to the sink at some point, washing her hands before gesturing at one of the examination beds.] Pick whichever one you want.
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Hm. [ He hums in response at best, slowly nodding. He's slightly more interested in looking around his surroundings, from the cabinets to the examination bets; it's a little weird, how all of this can fit into a transportable vehicle at best. Though if he really thinks about it, this might be more or less the most normal thing he's seen here.
Green nods, picking the one closest to where he's standing and hoisting himself up to the bed with ease. Arcanine's manages to fit himself between two of the beds, looking between his trainer and the lady. ]
Lemme know if supplies run short. [ He eventually speaks up, not entirely... enthusiastic about the idea, but at the same time the teen's smart enough to know that the medical team's a necessity here. ]
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I think the thing we're in 'dire' need of at the moment are dressings, but many people have donated their bed sheets for the cause. They'll need a thorough washing for sanitation reasons, but otherwise they'll do in a pinch.
[By then Hange was drying her hands off, wandering over to the bed and shooting Arcanine her usual grin. She'll have to resist petting him for at least the following ten minutes.]
Anyway, are you feeling any pain as of this moment?
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But, check up. He's still not sure why he has to go through this, but chances are he kind of screwed up the moment he tried to play it off as nothing the last time. So now Hange's probably going to do this until she can trust his word when he says he's fine. How annoying.
At least Arcanine's sitting quietly, not exactly the most comfortable, but he's also a little busy trying to look at all the new things. Green decides to leave him be for now, shifting his attention to the current conversation. ]
No. [ That's it. ]
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If anything, the simple answer doesn't deter her, and she's quick to begin her assessment with a keen eye.]
How about lightheadedness? Nausea? Any sort of discomfort?
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It's about when the check-up's over that Green spares another glance at Arcanine's direction, almost chuckling at how cramped the pokemon finally looks. Apparently being squished between the medical beds is finally getting to him, and there's a distinct plea for help from his partner.
The expression nearly lets the chuckle escape his lips, but he settles on the happy medium of an amused grin before he picks up Arcanine's pokeball from his belt, enlarging it to its original size before pointing it at the canine. Immediately, the giant doge is enveloped in a burst of red - then disappears without a trace moments later. ]
Sorry- you were saying? [ He should. Probably finish this conversation before she thinks of more things to ask him. ]
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Her own eyes widen as Arcanine dissolves and the beam retreats back to the ball, and while Green must have said something important (maybe) Hange's far too distracted to focus on the tail end of their check up.
Instead she'll lean in, excitement laced thickly with her following words.]
What was that?
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It must be a general thing she does, he notes. Makes sense, given the eccentricity from her.
At least he's not too cruel to leave an explanation entirely, eyes glancing at the ball in his hand before -- whoa, okay, too close. There's another moment of silence (sorry, Hange) as he blinks away the surprise, finally speaking up. ]
It's a pokeball. [ -- Because that explains so much. ] So we can carry pokemon easily. [ He's really good at explanations. ] Once it's used on a pokemon, you can't use the pokeball on anything else - and the pokemon can't be caught by any other pokeball.
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Of course, there are other terms that she never heard of before now.]
A pokeball... [She'll nod at his explanation, which makes sense to a degree. It sounds like a one-time use device, perhaps because of the red beam she's witnessed. Maybe each pokeball has its own composition that rewrites and molds around the pokemon captured in it...]
And what about pokemon in general? Are pokemon the equivalent of what cats and dogs are in other worlds? Dogs specifically used to be bred to fight other dogs for gambling.
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Then the familiar set of words are in the conversation - he remembers something like this with Peter, the first time they met - and Green's struck with a strange urge to either groan or laugh. Both are compelling, because god what kind of places do these people come from?
He sticks with the former though, complete with a roll of his eyes. A hand goes to rub the back of his neck, where does he even begin with this -- ]
Pokemon are my world's equivalent of ... creatures. Not just cats and dogs - or animals. We've got ... plants, machines, and some spirits if you believe in that. Arcanine just happens to look like a dog. [ But then, it's hard not to when he comes from a world where you take a step in the Pokemon Tower and there's suddenly a Ghastly that attacks you.
Anyway. ] They can all captured in pokeballs, but most of them live in the wild anyway. [ Friend, human partner, etc. ]
So no, there aren't any "dogs" [ Air quotations here; there's also a hint of annoyance in his voice despite how effective (??) he is at explaining all this - the son of a researcher, etc. ] that are bred to fight other dogs. Not all people have pokemon to battle either - there are just as many people who keep them as a pet, or to help around work or the house or whatever.
But when they do - there's nothing cruel about it. [ He's mentally shaking his head a the conversation with Peter at this moment. ] Usually, a team and their trainer have a relationship built on trust - they do what they do because they want to.
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Meanwhile, it sounds like they could be raised and trained to fight, though the reasoning for such an action leaves her pondering what would necessitate that direction.]
Arcanine seems happy to be around you. [She points out, which serves as both to compliment Green's own abilities and to agree that—no—she wasn't assuming their relationship was actually cruel, though she isn't naive enough to believe that acts of cruelty don't happen with other trainers.] How long have you had him?
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He purposely keeps from thinking too hard about it however, because he's not here to discuss philosophy with Hange. This is a purely informational sessions, sort of. ]
Yeah, he better. [ He might sound petulant, but he's not ... ticked off. The bite that usually exists in his tone is gone when he speaks of the giant beast, turned into a playful fondness at best. Apparently the feeling goes both ways. ] 'bout ... 3 years, now, give or take.
I've had him since he was born. [ Or something close to that, anyway. How does he even explain evolution, it's a mystery. ]
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3 years, huh? [While all creatures grow at different rates, she's genuinely surprised that Arcanine actually isn't older than a handful of years.] He must've had quite the growth spurt during his preteen years.
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Now he has to explain evolution, what a pain. ]
Well - [ He begins, after a beat. ] Sort of. After a certain point, when they get strong enough, some pokemon go through an evolution.
Guess it's like a growth spurt. If growth spurts happened in seconds and they make you a lot stronger than before.
[ A shrug. It sounds so natural to him, but probably not to Hange. ] So before Arcanine was ... Arcanine, he was a Growlithe. [ Easily, he hops off the medical bed, hands indicating just how tall he was with his hand. Barely a meter. ] Around this tall.
Then he evolved.
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Is there anything specific that triggers the evolution?
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This question, he can answer without thinking. ] Depends on the pokemon.
For most of them, it's when they've ... become strong enough. [ But even that depends on the pokemon. ] A few of them only evolve when they come in contact with a specific stone, some when they learn a specific move.
[ A pause. ] Others need to be holding a specific item, and some need to be traded to other while holding specific item. [ Ah, how complicated... ] But most of them just need to get strong enough.