No mobians. As far as Hark was concerned, there were no mobians around and, with a quick search through the Chaos Field, which was non-existent, he concluded that everything he knew didn’t exist here. That mobians were not the norm and instead these creatures, the Pokemon, he could only guess, were what prevailed.
And the furry bear along with the seemingly tri-brained creature with strange arms were only examples of that.
He could use a moment of…
He blinked at the shout, and looked up. Up to see the alternate Rebecca quickly set everyone straight, and the line form without a fuss. Ears quickly caught the whispers in the line as green eyes didn’t move, didn’t stray from the girl for a second. A champion, eh? Seemed so.
Letting a small, proud smile form, Hark simply grabbed the tip of his hat, pulling on it as he finally settled in the chair. Nervous? Not anymore. That had definitely reassured him.
Rebecca gave a tiny huff before going back through the doorway to check on the Pokemon she herself had to drop off. It had been a tiny little Horsea that washed up on her beachfront, likely injured by some litter a tourist threw in the water so they wouldn’t have to deal with it.
She gently patted some balm onto forming bruises with a cotton ball before wrapping it in a warm blanket so it could rest, the champion going to finish helping out the nurses.
Once Rebecca was done with that, she was exhausted, going out to the waiting room and plopping into a chair, not realizing she had a piece of medical tape stuck to her hair from one of the more playful nurses.
“Jeez… glad I decided to help out today… Bianca would’ve been swamped by those trainers.”
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