The Pokemon League of Sinnoh Elite Academy Trainer graduates are the movers and shakers of the Pokemon World. Few gym leaders, Elites, and frontier brains have earned their position without a certification from an Elite Academy. After receiving your acceptance letter to Sinnoh Elite Academy, it’s your turn to be the very best, like no one ever was.
Elite Academy is a statless, literate Pokemon college role play. Students are limited to one Pokemon at the start and may gain more as they progress. We strive to create a literate, collaborative, creative environment where people respect one another and have fun.
MAY 26TH, 2019
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Post by Lazarus Emmanuel on Apr 21, 2019 6:54:04 GMT
A sky painted coral-pink hung overhead, paired with mossy green grass covered in a coat of vibrant red and dull yellow leaves. Despite the janitor's best effort, ever Autumn was a losing battle, between the wind blowing his piles over and Pokemon darting through them. The fact they were neat in the morning was nothing short of incredible, although no one realized it, even after they were gone. Lazarus was one of those people. He appreciated the space itself more than how it was maintained. It would be more comfortable for him to have it messy; fewer people would come out here that way.
There were few times when Satori was allowed outside. SEA had asked him to be kept in his Pokeball around other pokemon, more so to avoid backlash than any real danger. Laz was just happy to be able to keep his best friend. However, they were winding down. Satori had done his exercises, coughed his heart out, and earned his treats. As Lazarus laid down on a hill, almost asleep, Satori was pecking at the tree they both found themselves under.
The sick fowl flinched as his beak punctured through a dead lead, leaving him unable to see. A soft chirped summoned Lazarus to his side, although he never opened his eyes. He scooped up the warm chick in his hands, patting him down to find a crunchy texture around his face. A second later, the Torchic was free and gazing up at his trainer, while Lazarus laid back down like a sleepy giant trying to nap again, the tiredness almost overwhelming if it wasn't welcome.
The small bird looked around. What else could Satori do with this short freedom he had?
Post by Annalise Pierre on Apr 21, 2019 9:50:07 GMT
Autumn was definitely Lis's favorite season. This was in spite of the fact that it heralded winter, which was definitely her least favorite. There was so much less to do outside in the winter and while she was perhaps a little (or a lot) married to her work, she liked the ability to have a lot of that work be out in the field. There was only so much theorizing a person could do; it was much more fulfilling to do things physically, be it in a lab or in grass, ponds, or mountain caves and the like. There were less specimens of flora and fauna and honestly? She didn't like the cold. But autumn? Autumn was about perfect.
Lis was taking a study break at Nora's behest, walking the gardens while her schoolbag and study materials waited on a picnic table some way away. They would be fine; the faculty at this school (and the faculty's Pokemon) were enough to deter most of the delinquency people might consider, she figured. Besides, what was there to even steal in there? Notes? Not to sound arrogant but Lis highly doubted anyone could do anything useful with her notes except her and perhaps a small handful of fellow Diamond scholars--and they didn't seem to be focused in her areas to care. Lis had heard about the cutthroat nature of academia but thus far she had been blissfully unscathed and thus still had hope springing eternal about being able to trust notes unattended. It was only for a few minutes anyway.
Nora broke her out of her reverie, plucking at the brunette's hair to get her attention. Blunt as always, that Noibat...
"Ow! Yes, Nora, what?"
The purple bat indicated with a wing toward a young man and the most diminutive Torchic Lis had ever seen, even among the species.
"A Torchic? Yes, I see. He's cute, yeah...You have a crush?" Lis smirked as she teased. Nora made an indignant clicking noise but Lis merely shrugged, the bat jostling a little as she was perched on the girl's shoulder. "You just don't normally pay attention to other Pokemon, what's the big deal?" Nora continued to point, waiting for Lis to humor her enough to notice. Lis shrugged and tilted her head as she watched the pair.
It appeared that the boy was putting his Torchic through some kind of....hm, physical therapy? The Torchic didn't appear to have any broken appendages, but it definitely was struggling through the motions the boy was asking of it--and they weren't hard motions. "Huh." Lis paused to watch, leaning her elbows on a nearby hedge. What an interesting opportunity to observe. (Nora clucked self-importantly at being the one to notice.)
Lis waited until they'd finished the session and pursed her lips, trying to remember what she could about the anatomy of a Torchic. By the time she had a few hypotheses to ask the boy about, he'd gone to sleep. Shoot. Never one to be good at social cues in the face of science (Science with a capital S to her honestly), however, Lis marched over there (detouring to grab her notebook and jot some things down quickly first).
Approaching slowly and trying not to loom, she cleared her throat. "U-uh, excuse me...." The girl fidgeted self-consciously for a moment, giving a smile to show she wasn't a threat. "I just-...Oh, I realize as I'm about to say it that this sounds really rude....I wondered what was w-wrong with your Torchic?" She cringed a little before rushing on. "I don't ask that to be nosy, I'm--I have a focus in medical research advancement so I-I thought...well, I'm not saying I can help in a way someone like Nurse Joy couldn't of course, that'd be arrogant, but...I thought it might be a good...well, saying case study sounds really nosy and impersonal but...I'm going to stop talking now." Nora gave her a huge side eyed look and fluttered down to the Torchic's level.
Post by Lazarus Emmanuel on Apr 22, 2019 3:19:40 GMT
Satori noticed a bit before Lazarus did that they would have company. And would they have company. While the fiery chick didn't have an opinion on the trainer, hh did have an opinion on her Pokémon. If only Lazarus had left his mirror out like he normally did, but a suave, sophisticated Torchic like himself could make do on his limitless charm by himself.
Fluffing himself up, preening feathers into place, he was ready as he could be, aside from one little thing. He nuzzled Laz's hand, who scratched his head, making his feathers as tall as they possibly could be. He was ready. In his mind, he was perfect, ignoring the fact that at any moment he could be coughing up a storm. He winked and started to wiggle his way over.
But Lazarus freaked when he heard another voice. Satori was not supposed to be around other Pokémon, despite how much he wanted to make a move. After juggling the Pokéball like a mad-man, trying to get a grip on it, a flash of light erupted from it, and Satori disappeared. Well, he was wide awake now and looking up at the figure almost looming overhead.
He took a second, taking a deep breath, stretching, rubbing his eyes. He was already tired again. Though now less blurry eyes, he could make out... Two? Yeah, two figures right next to him; a trainer and her... Noibat. Yep, a Noibat. The sleepy student hoped beyond his hopes they weren't the germaphobic type; that might get Satori removed from the campus.
The best thing to do would be to act like it never happened, to play it cool. Thankfully, that was what Laz excelled at. His prior shocked and flustered expression sunk back into a phlegmatic calmness. "Nah man, it's totally fine," casually dismissing the rudeness/ nosiness/... Okay, there were a lot of problems that she said she had, whoever she was.
"Um, uh..." patting the ground next to him. "I may have missed what you were saying... What was it again?"
Post by Annalise Pierre on Apr 22, 2019 4:06:59 GMT
The boy's reaction startled both trainer and Pokemon alike, both taking half a step back as he more or less summarily yanked the Torchic back into its Pokeball. Oh. All right then. Nora looked back at Lis, confusion carried in her Noibat posture as much as a Pokemon could express human emotion. Lis gave half a shrug back and waited for the fellow student to reorient himself with the waking world. My but he had fallen asleep quickly after their training; it hadn't taken Lis that long to get over to him! Maybe he also had something medically wrong, Lis thought in half amusement and half legitimate concern.
Upon being prompted to continue talking Lis shook her head and drew breath to be more concise and clear. "No, it's fine. I wasn't very clear either. I was just curious if I could perhaps, hm...observe your Torchic? I've put a lot of time into researching medical applications and Pokemon. Mostly I focus on how humans can be helped by Pokemon but that does mean learning a fair amount about Poke-anatomy. I-I noticed you doing what looked like physical therapy." Half a beat pause before she added, glancing at Nora, "Is it contagious? Viral, maybe? I'm assuming since you, um, pulled it back so quickly. I've spent a lot of time in hospitals so I'm not really squeamish, but I can keep Nora back if you need?" The bat fluttered back up to Lis's shoulder to demonstrate maintaining a proper distance. It seemed that Nora had also noticed Satori's posturing, leaving her a little flustered herself. Lis didn't notice this yet, the gears of her mind churning on medical terms already.
The young woman twisted herself around to pull her backpack off, unzipping and rustling for one of the several notebooks kept in her position. She produced one with a worn green cover, clearly either nearing the end of its life expectancy or even perhaps having been refilled with paper after the initial ream was finished. It was important to her to keep things color-coded, that was all!
Post by Lazarus Emmanuel on Apr 27, 2019 7:45:39 GMT
"Oh, um... Yeah. That should be fine," pressing the button on the Pokeball again. In a flash of light, a slightly ruffled, and not pleased Torchich was coughing up a storm, a glare being shot at Lazarus. "What?! You know the rules," the sleepy student shrugging defensively at the miffed chick. No matter. A preen there, rearranging a feather there, and he was back in prime condition. Satori looked back around and saw what was, for now, the apple of his eye.
He listened on, roughly 2 seconds behind everything she was saying, nodding whenever it seemed right. "Nah, it's fine. Academy policy; just keep him in when around other Pokemon. He isn't contagious, but most people wouldn't know that at a glance, and it's easier than just, y'know..." gesturing in a circle, trying to jog his memory. "Getting complaints all the time." It would be a bit worse than that, but that wasn't something that he needed other people knowing.
The sleepyhead paused for a moment. "But, uh, yeah. Feel free to do whatever. He would be a bit exhausted, but he seems to have a little gas left in the tank," looking on curiously at his Pokemon. The small bird waddled his way over to the Noibat, who got more and more exciting the closer and closer he got. It was time for his award-winning opener; the wink. It was just as one would expect; a wink.
Post by Annalise Pierre on Apr 27, 2019 15:27:55 GMT
Lis couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the news that keeping this poor Torchic isolated was school policy. It wasn’t a wrinkle at Satori and Lazarus, of course, but more so the antiquated giving into fear tactics instead of education about the real medical issues at hand. How much earlier could Satori have been looked at if this boy didn’t have to keep him hidden away from the world? Lis was far from the only student here with an interest in medicine, however. And what kind of lesson was that teaching other students? That it was ok to judge people (or Pokemon) based on disability and that society would cater to that by hiding them away?
But that would be an awful lot to say and she’d already said an awful lot. So Lis just settled for dropping down to Torchic level in the grass (or close to it, which is to say crosslegged and bent down) to give the chick a disarming smile.
“Well I think it’s...Mm…Disgusting and foolish of them to make you keep him locked away all the time. Not only does that keep him from getting care but also…Pokemon need to socialize!” This minor version of her earlier mental monologue she allowed herself to express before she put a hand out to the Torchic to let it investigate. However, the chick seemed completely apathetic to her and instead was more interested in her companion, who for her part was trying to not be too smug or too flustered about the whole business.
Nora left Lis’s shoulder and alighted on the grass about a foot from Satori and stayed still as the bird got closer. Satori was shorter than Nora even with preened and fluffed feathers, to the tune of about a Noibat’s ears height difference. Nora seemed to take sympathy on the bird for this and settled into more of a roosting position, folding her wings in and dropping her ears down ever so slightly to at least even the height difference. Her amber eyes studied the bird, head tilting a little. For now it seemed she was content to wait and see what he would do first. This first move, a wink, seemed to disarm her slightly and she ruffled her wings, wiggling them and letting out a small chirp that might have been the Pokemon equivalent of a nervous giggle.
Leaving the Pokemon to it for at least the moment, Lis (who was not, as established, the best at picking up social cues such as the “just let me sleep lady” vibe Lazarus was radiating) turned back to the trainer. “What treatments have they tried before? Can you tell me about some of the symptoms? Has he always been this way or was it a gradual thing? Or perhaps from an incident? Oh, I guess I should ask your name too. And what you study. Hi, I’m Annalise. Call me Lis.” This roller coaster of speech was punctuated by an extended hand for a shake as she remembered that formalities and niceties also had a place, not just peppering the subject’s handler (science terms, you know) with requests for information.