Finding Order.

For the longest time, he was merely a Grunt, and did the exact things you expected from Grunts when he didn’t manage to get an assignment at the infirmary. There was actually a few times he’s had to fight Hilbert and Cheren. His promotion to Head Nurse dates from the time Plasma was split in two. 

He snores. Very loudly. Regularly gets woken up by a shock from a grumpy Pikachu as a result.

He can tell all the women of the Joy family (in Unova) apart, having done so much volunteer work in so many different Pokémon Centers. The few male relatives he’s seen all blur together in his head, though.

He’s addicted to junk food and he hates coffee.

Quentin had two rivals during his initial Gym tour, one of which is now a Gym Trainer in Mistralton. The other one was also one of his fellow Plasma recruits, but he has no idea what became of her after N’s disappearance.

Because he traveled a lot in his youth, due to his mothers’ job, he is fluent in the common language of the Eastern regions. He cannot for the life of him understand Kalosian, though.

 He was looking for that Skarmory. Moriarty had a shit temper, just as bad as his own, which meant that trainer’s orders or not, he picked fights. He didn’t really get into his Pokéball at all except when it was absolutely needed, and flew freely most of the day. Came in at night to roost, and he was out the next morning, back to flying around. 

And Jay panicked when he saw the metallic bird plummeting after he decided to pick a fight with a wild Salamence. 

Fucking hell, Moriarty. 

As he heard someone call, Jay almost jumped in surprise, as he was looking high and low, calling the Skarmory—helped by Kukri, perched on his head and meowing loudly. Turning around, he spotted the bird at the same time as Moriarty caught sight of him, and… 

Rest in pieces, person who called out for him. 

The Skarmory beat its uninjured wing to get himself straight up again and thrashed around until it had a clear path to his trainer, running on its talons to get to Jay and stopping within a foot of him, bumping his head against his human’s chest. Jay set a hand on the bird’s crest, softly patting at it. 

“There, there, I’m here now, I gotcha. Hopefully next time you see a Salamence, y’won’t—” Pause, during which Moriarty seemed to almost scoff. “Yeah, I know.” Turning his head, he looked up to the other man with a relieved sigh. “Thanks for findin’ him.”

So, turned out the passersby was this one’s trainer? Made sense. Quentin did not think very highly of trainers in general, but for the time being, what mattered was that he had found someone the Pokémon trusted, and he would share this trust for as long as necessary.

He greeted the other man with a simple nod as he went to kneel by his feisty patient’s side again, dragging along his first aid kit.

“Only doing my job. Now, try to reassure him. He’s not going to like what I do.”

He gently pressed on the Steel type’s rump, prompting him to plop down, which didn’t seem to trigger any violent reaction. Before touching anything, Quentin observed the broken wing for a bit, only allowing himself to pull on the primary feathers to stretch it. Given the cry it got out of Moriarty, it was safe to assume the injured bone was at the base of the whole articulation.

“It’d be dangerous to put him back in his Poké Ball in this state. And there’s no Pokémon Center nearby... Hold him down with his beak shut. He might thrash around for a bit.”

With that said, Quentin grabbed the whole wing rather roughly and began wrapping a bandage around it as tightly as he could. As expected, Moriarty began violently squirming.

  He pursed his lips, as that response basically confirmed his suspicions. Of course.. Quentin’s just like that though. Sometimes it was charming, but other times it just grated on the very little patience he held for others. They worked together quite a bit back in Plasma, so he felt Quentin was rather aware of how far he could push without getting on his bad side.

The pikachu was a sight for sore eyes however and he was delighted to see the tiny sparks from her cheeks and the pleased expression on her face. He almost couldn’t help the small but gentle smile that crept onto his own face as he pet her. “It’s nice to see you as always Giove. You’re absolutely lovely.”

As his eyes focused on Quentin again, his expression straightened out with his lips pursed tightly. It was almost like he was a whole different person when he interacted with pokemon.. “Then they know I’m here? Unfortunate.. I can’t be certain they aren’t interested in my location, even if you say that.. Still.. I’d rather not leave Hammerlocke now if I can help it. I haven’t been here long..” Not until he at least gets a peek at some of the documents they have in those archives.. He’s sure if he continues his work here, he may be able to make the right connections to get an invitation in there.

As the pikachu jumped out of his arms, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat, frowning at the expectations Quentin was throwing at him now. His annoyance was displayed quite clearly in his expression. “I’m not a tour guide, so if you want to see the city, find someone who’s paid to do that. If you’re so worried about having a place to stay, you already know where I live. It’s not like there isn’t room there.” Plenty actually. He might have splurged a little on a larger home, but he’d do anything to accommodate for his pokemon and make sure they had the room to be comfortable and happy.

Far from him the desire to come across as dismissive at what were, in the end of the day, very reasonable worries for someone on the run from a cult. But Quentin still sighed at his old friend’s interrogations.

“I will keep my promise to you. You will not be bothered by anyone but myself.” He assured. “They know you are mine to bring back and I am far too important to the Team for the Sages to attempt anything.”

Besides they already had their hands full dealing with the traitors who remained in Unova. No, it was better if he did not say that out loud. He fully expected Damian to start staring daggers his way anyway, given the wording of what did leave his mouth. Guess it was in both of their best interest to leave all the complicated details for a more appropriate time. For now, back to carefree vacation banter it was!

“Well... I was trying not to be too blunt about needing lodging. But I can’t say no to a room so kindly offered! What do you think, Giove?”

The Pikachu wagged her tail and let out a soft squeak. She held tight onto the handle of the suitcase as Quentin grabbed and rolled it behind him, following after Damian. 

“It’s settled, then. I will try not to abuse too much of your hospitality. You don’t have to worry about food, I have left Croquis and Shemai in my assistants’ care.”

He let out a little chuckle, betraying how he had completely expected this offer and did not intend to look for a hotel in the first place. At least, he liked being able to look forward to visiting his dear friend’s new home. There was many a thing he did not like in Hammerlocke, but the architecture definitely beat most of what they had in Unova.

Son of a---

That Skarmory he found with a bent wing wasn’t as cooperative as he would have hoped, judging by how quick it was to snap its sharp beak right into his hand. Quentin groaned as he began wrapping the bandage he was already holding around his own hand.

That was nothing he couldn’t handle - not after having taken care of Lord Ghetsis’s Hydreigon anyway - but the nurse still had to admit this hurt more than it should have. That little guy was a feisty one, wasn’t he? He was gonna need someone to hold him down if he wanted that wing repaired.

Conveniently enough, some dude just happened to pass by. Quentin whistled and waved for his attention, hoping he wouldn’t turn out to be the kind of asshat who would try to catch a Pokémon that was incapacitated...

  It was just time for him to be done at work, and to be frank he was ready to head home for the day. Today was a light load in terms of the work he needed to get done so it’d be simple to knock it out and then get to his own research. However, as he was heading to leave the school, he saw a familiar face step out in front of him. Admittedly, his frown deepened. “Quentin.”

Needless to say the last time Quentin had shown up, things had gotten pretty tense. He didn’t want to leave it that way since he considered Quentin a friend but.. at the same time, his ludicrous request lingered with even just his presence. At least his pikachu was a welcome sight to see. He leaned down and gingerly plucked the pokemon up so he could give it some affectionate pets and itches.

“You know better than anyone I’m not fond of being bothered at work. If you’re going to show up unannounced, can you at least show up at my home?” Maybe he was a bit snippy, but he got the feeling Quentin did this on purpose and he didn’t appreciate it. 

He gave a sigh. “Of course it takes patience, but I need some time to do my own work.” He pursed his lips. He supposed it was time to answer to what was already present in the already fairly awkward atmosphere.

“Listen, Quentin. I appreciate the visit, but if you came about the same thing as last time, the answer is still no.”

There they were, that frown full of reproach and the brief but effective lecture that it always preluded. Those were the two things he remembered his dear friend by, and also probably one of the few pleasant memories of their time as acolytes under Ghetsis’s orders. “Happy to see you too.” He answered with a smirk and shrug.

Giove, now cradled in Damian’s arms, began emitting harmless sparkles from her cheeks as she made herself comfortable. For one so usually fearful, the Electric type really seemed to trust the man about as much as her own human. It was part of the reason he liked coming here: She could hardly smile like that aboard the Frigate.

Well, guess it was time for him to make his intentions clear.

“I told you, I am not here to force you into anything you don’t want to meddle with. I just had nobody waiting for me at home, so I figured you wouldn’t hate to have me around.” A chuckle.

That did not mean he was giving up on his project, but that was a conversation Damian was clearly not in the mood for. Since bleak subjects were pretty unavoidable anyway, he figured he would also add a last few specifications regarding his presence.

“I think the sages are aware of what I am doing there and who I am seeing, but I doubt they care. I made sure to let them know enough to get your name off their lists.”

And now for something completely different. Quentin grabbed his suitcase and rolled it closer, now all of a sudden looking much more like a tourist than before. On cue, Giove jumped off Damian’s arms and onto the luggage.

He was waiting at the grid, his arms crossed and Giove on his shoulder. He saw several groups of teenagers pass by him - a pair of lass in particular commented out loud how ugly they found his Pikachu, much to his indifference. Eventually, the one he was waiting for finally came into view.

There he was, the wonderful Professor Damian, fresh out of class. Quentin stepped into his old partner’s vision before finally greeting him.

“Yo.”

Oh, he knew that face. Damian had it every single times he showed up unannounced. This was the kind of pout you couldn’t help but sneer at. He put a hand on his hip and let Giove jump off to nuzzle Damian’s legs.

“Yeah, I know, I should have sent a text or something. But what do you want, work has been kind of hectic. I don’t get warned before I’m put on vacation.”

Another group of giggling kids passed them. The nurse felt it a good enough occasion to say out loud what had been going through his mind since he landed in Wyndon.

Quentin didn’t think being a good-will ambassador would be part of his functions when he joined Plasma. Yet, it turned out he was one of the rare people in the Team who fluently spoke the common tongue of the eastern regions, and was the only one the sages trusted with an assignment like this. Supposedly, he was to meet the leaders of Team Aqua, and secure their support.

And this is how he ended up in the first plane to Mossdeep City...

Guess they did share a goal with those radical environmentalists; the will to stop humanity from meddling with what it shouldn’t. Despite that, Quentin still wasn’t so sure about the other things he had heard. Lord Ghetsis did warn him at lenght Aqua was just a merry band of lunatics...

When the representative of the other Team arrived on the beach where they agreed to meet, he was relieved to see the famed pirate uniform didn’t look as bad as he had expected. The woman stopped in front of him, Quentin stepped a bit closer to the waves - a subtle way to make sure she had seen the Krookodile lying down on the sand next to him.

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