#brookeverity

Brooke was returning from a call out. A newborn had caught a fever, and so Brooke had been sent out to go and check up on the little one to see how they were doing. Luckily they were fine, a nice little cuddle with a cup of tea to give mum a break was all that was really needed. Whilst the mother had gone to make their drink, Brooke had taken the liberty to ever so carefully bring the baby’s temperature down and calm him, she imagined that fever would be gone by tomorrow now. She tried to avoid fully healing people, just giving the initial push to help people get better on their own, she felt it was just… Safer that way. To make ailments magically disappear was certainly a gift, but one Brooke felt couldn’t truly be good for you in the long term. How could your body learn otherwise?

The mother just seemed relieved that she got an hour of peace, and yet again Brooke heard the words ‘You always calm me down when you’re here.’ yes, yes she knows. As much as she’d love to say it’s her glowing charm and professionalism, it was just that innate aura she held. The calm had to come to an end however, and Brooke had to get going.

She was walking through the town square, pausing to peruse a pop up jewellery stand, finger tapping against her lip thoughtfully. A shell necklace had caught her eye, and she was just reaching to open her purse when suddenly she was bumped into - hard from behind, knocking her into the stall with a yelp. The proprietor leaned over to help her, “Sorry! God he was in a rush wasn’t he?” She laughed it off, but then went to resume getting her purse to find it was gone!

Brooke immediately snapped up and looked down to see the figure bolting through the square - with her bag in his hand! “Hey! Stop that guy! He stole my purse!” She yelled after him before starting to go after him herself. Shit, this was really not the right day to have worn heels!

Liam had just walked out of the sweet shop, a little goody bag hanging from one of his fingers. He’s snatched up a few pieces for Cassandra while he’s tried to talk to the proprietor of the shop. Sadly, he had not been allowed to speak to her because apparently, she wasn’t there. The young would behind the counter had stuttered out where to find her and he’d bought a few bits of candy to ease her mind. For some reason the second the shield was flashed, people got a bit wary and nervous. 

He pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to the unmarked detective's car he drove, before chucking the candy into the passenger seat and shooting Cass a message about where Ash was. Some dude named Nico Salveggio’s. That meant nothing to him, but perhaps Cass would know who he was. She knew more the town members anyway. The phone slid into his back pocket and he moved to get into the car but stopped when he heard the shouts of a woman behind him. 

Liam turned in time to watch a man run past it and hear a woman scream that he stole her purse. That was enough for Liam and he took off, feet hitting the pavement at a dead run. “Police,” he shouted, “Stop right there!” this never actually worked and he hadn’t expected it to, so he kept moving legs working to push him faster and hard. The dress shoes he wore with his suit were ill suited for the pursuit and he cursed as he slid past the corner the thief had ran down. He corrected and found himself in a dead end, the purse snatcher had dropped the purse in favor of attempting to climb a retaining wall, but Liam caught him before he had a chance. 

“Get down here,” he said, hand wrapping around the shirt of the assailant before he tugged him to the ground. “You’re under arrest,” Liam told him knee pressing into his back as he pulled cuffs from his back and synched them around thin wrists. When the guy was cuffed, Liam hauled him up and pushed him forward, hand wrapped around the link to the cuffs. He snatched up the purse that had been dropped and made his way back to the cruiser to deposit the criminal and return the purse to the poor woman. 

“I believe this is yours,” he said when he was finally able to present the woman with what she had screamed for loudly to save. 

Nico loved parties! He loved to have fun and laugh, so of course, when the Yule Ball came around, he bought a ticket. He never had a date to these things, but he also didn’t mind. He liked to socialize and dance with everyone. What was the point of a party if you couldn’t interact with those at it? He was friendly and talkative. People knew who Nico was and he made sure to greet them when he saw them, no matter who it was. There was not a single person in town, that he could think of, that he didn’t like. He could always find the good in everyone and every situation. He’d lived too long to let things get to him anymore. 

As he moved through the crowd, he noticed people, made notes in his mind to go talk to them. He’d been on a mission to catch Declan because of the passing of his friend and the spiral Nico had heard he’d gone through, but his eyes fell on one person in particular and he back burnered the idea for the moment. A broad grin spread over his lips and he changed his trajectory, deciding there was someone else he needed to see more. Declan was deep in conversation with Copeland, who, Nico noticed, wasn’t sure to be happy or angry. Best least that one alone for now. 

He reached the brunette in the beautiful red dress and tapped her on the shoulder. He didn’t want to be rude and interrupt her evening, but he hadn’t seen her since the evening in the woods and he probably had a decent amount he should apologize for. “Miss Everity,” he said, his voice low and deep, “You look lovely tonight,” he told her honestly. She was a vision and she should know it. 

The night was growing long and his patience thin. Which was saying something as Nico tended to have the patience of a saint. He’d been out in the cold night for several hours working with a cub that was only 15. She’d only recently shifted so they were working on her control. He didn’t work with all the wolves in the pack, just the troubled ones, but Jessa seemed to be an extremely troubled one. He didn’t know her story and perhaps that was where he’d gone wrong. Her father had approached him on the recommendation of Laurel that he get help for her. Nico was where Laurel and Temperance sent all the ones that needed help. 

Jessa was only 15, she had years ahead of her, but the fact was, if she didn’t learn to control herself she was going to end up put down. Nico couldn’t allow that. He’d watched her grow up from the small child that strolled into his kindergarten class to a bright young woman with a promising future. Her rage didn’t fit what he knew about her.  He held his hands up to the growling wolf as he spoke softly to try and keep her calm. “Jessa,” Nico’s voice was calm and low. Almost a deep purr. “I know you’re in there. The beast is there too, but I need you to focus on keeping her to the back of your mind. Can...” A twig snapped in the distance and Nico turned his head in time to see a woman step out from a set of trees, completely out of place and totally oblivious to her surroundings. 

The growl of the wolf beside him startled him and he looked over at Jessa. The wolf was hunkering down in a position that suggested that she was going to pounce on the new prey that had just appeared. “No!” Nico shouted as Jessa sprang froward. His large shoulder knocked into the large wolf taking her off course but only for a few seconds. It was enough for him to get moving. 

He sprinted for the woman, shouting at her to run. Get moving. It’s not safe out here. Did she hear him? He couldn’t tell. 

The ace trainer was spectating both his Alakazam and his Heracross in sparring matches as psychic powers and multitudes of rocks were exchanged. A common exercise Ains would like to employ with his pokemon should they feel okay with each other is that they often spar each other in preparation how one pokemon would fare should they face a pokemon type that puts them at an disadvantage.

After training, both his Heracross and Alakazam were rather exhausted from sparing. He patted each other's back complimenting them on an excellent spar session. He then started the fire in the camp site as he prepared each other's food. Some delicious honey for the Heracross and some pokemon blocks of spicy food for the Alakazam. 

Zekrom the legendary Pokemon was resting in it’s stone. It waited for a trainer Who was worth it.