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Closed to Excellen and Kyosuke - Within a couple of days after the Gigas event

Ryuko had been unconscious by the time her team had regrouped with the Union forces after the failed attempt in Gigas. And she'd stayed that way for the trip back to Union and some time after, not stirring even once. The Emperor's grip had crushed her ribs, the god-powered ice attacks had led to second degree frostburn all over her body. She'd been lucky, if it hadn't been for her resistance to Ice, those wounds would have been far more severe. Worse though, had been the mysterious and severe blood loss. A condition that couldn't seem to be explained by any of her injuries.

Still, her healing factor had kicked in after some rest, repairing her ribs and healing her skin. She'd woken up not long after and even though she'd been ordered to rest by the medical center... well, Ryuko Matoi is a creature of action and cabin fever set in quickly.

It's early in the morning when she creeps out of bed, fully-dressed and determined to get out of this apartment for at least a little while. The bedroom door sloooowwly creaks open and she peeks her head out, glancing from side to side before she begins to sneak her way to the front door.

Or she tries to anyway.

Open - A few more days later

Finally Ryuko was allowed to actually venture outside and get some exercise with the set-in-stone condition that she take it easy until further notice. That means taking more time off from her job with the Swords, and didn't leave much for her to do except wander around town and hang out. But that doesn't matter, as long as she can finally stretch her legs.

So, here she is... taking it easy.

Her Pokemon team are lined up in the park watching their trainer with blank looks on their faces. The trainer in question, is grappling with lifting up a huge rock onto her shoulders, grunting and straining under the weight. After a long struggle she finally straightens up fully, supporting the huge chunk on her shoulders!

"Ha! Got it--" She feels something creak around her ribcage and the rock suddenly tips wildly to the side. "WHOAH-WHOAH-UWAAAAAAAGH!"

CRASH! Over goes both Ryuko and the rock. Her Pokemon draw back as one and wince sharply at the sight.

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[A Durant emerges nearby, metallic, mandibled head peeking from a hole it just dug. It looks the situation over, and takes the boulder between it's jaws and Guillotines it in half, leaving a startlingly neat split. The pokémon backtracks a bit, and then emerges from a different hole nearby, shaking some of the dirt off.]

[An Arcanine appears a moment later, bounding over the horizon, turning over it's shoulder to let out a low, reverberant 'arc,' signaling its human partner, one James W. Gordon, the old man not without his own injuries, though his are largely limited to an arm in a sling.]

Ah, Matoi. Recovering well?

[Ryuko grumbles and curses away, pushing herself up onto her knees after the spill, one arm wrapped around her ribs and rubbing her side. She jumps a bit when the Durant bursts from the ground, staring at it... as it chops her boulder right in half.]

Ah! [She jumps after it, missing the retreating Bug by a mile and finds herself leaning over the chopped boulder, shaking a fist in the air.] What the hell?! That was my rock, you little--!

[Wait. "Arc?" She turns her head, looking back over her shoulder, stopped in mid fistshake to see the old man himself walking up.]

Uh. [The hell, why does she suddenly feel like she got busted?!] Yeah, no problem. You?

[The Durant moves over to meet Gordon. It's basically impossible to read any sort of expression on the mandibled face, but it almost seems smug. The old man looks to the Durant, then to the nearly bisected boulder, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Luckily for Ryuko, even if his Pokémon do blab, it's not like he'd understand them.]

Better than most. The sling is mostly about making my wife and daughter happy. And since my Pokémon know who's been preparing those lunches, they've largely decided to enforce it.

[He gives a resigned little smile.]

I have an appointment to get it looked at in a few days.

[He smiles.]

We don't all bounce back like enlightened.

[She watches the Durant head back over to its trainer with a sullen expression. Smug little.... Hmph. She doesn't pursue the matter any more though. Instead, she plants her foot against one boulder half and shoves it over so the flat end is on the ground and then sit on it. Her Pokemon start to mill around the park a bit, never quite going too far to lose sight of their trainer.]

Huh, sounds rough. [Not that she knows one way or the other, family to worry about and be worried about by isn't something she's ever had. She glances down at the Cubone beside her rock eagerly waving her bone club at her and reaches down to catch it and swing the Ground-type up into her lap.] Guess an old dude like you can't take any chances though, huh?

[Gordon smirks as she calls him old, but it's a good natured thing, he got over being offended by his own age some time ago.]

You been talking with my wife?

[He chuckles a little at his own joke, but sobers slightly.]

Though, really, given the option, I'd rather get hurt than watch you kids do it. Call it being a stubborn old man, call it a father's instinct, but it's simple as that.

[He looks to the girl and her cubone, then to the split boulder.]

What brings you out on your day off?

[A father's instinct, huh? Funny, just the other day she was thinking about how a father's instinct was to fuck off and pretend you don't exist for seventeen years. She almost starts to say as much but cuts herself off, instead making a face like whatever she'd been about to say had left a bitter taste on her tongue.

She's got enough going on, she doesn't want to think about him on top of it. Instead, she grumbles.]

I can take my own hits, thanks. [She looks down at the Cubone in her lap and leans back on one hand, the other petting the Pokemon's skull helmet while it snuggles up to her. Skullface hadn't left her side for a second since she came back home wounded.] Nothin'. Just got sick and tired of havin' this many "days off" stuck in bed. Needed to stretch my legs before I went nuts.

I'm sure you can. Just... old habits die hard.

[He looks at Ryuko and the Cubone, giving a soft smile, then turns to the rock, split so neatly in two, the Durant at his side resting like it just finished a job well done.]

Little friendly advice? Not from a superior, not from an elder, just one stubborn cuss to another? Pace yourself a little.

[He gives her a wink, and jerks his head towards the half of the boulder still flat side up.]

Should be easier to lift that size.

Hn.

[She grunts in response, giving a sullen look to the boulder and back to the old man. She doesn't look happy at the idea of swallowing the pill that the whole thing might have been too much for her but... well, maybe it was just because Gordon hadn't tried to tell her to outright stop what she's been doing but she at least doesn't argue. Not too much anyway.]

Guess I don't got a choice anyway. That was the biggest rock I could find.

[Gordon grins.]

Pace yourself. You'll be lifting Gravelers in no time.

[With that bit of friendly advice, he pats the Durant on the head, and turns, offering Ryuko a wave, and a smaller, gentler wave to the Cubone.]

I could do two.

[Well, that might be a little much but she's saying it anyway. Skullface returns the wave before going right back to clinging to her trainer. Ryuko watches him go for a bit before sitting forward and calling after him.]

Hey, gramps! Don't go replacing me or anything at work, I'll be back on the job before you know it!

[The Arcanine looks over it's shoulder, smiling a bit. Gordon just gives a small chuckle, and holds up a hand, waving again.]

Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, there's only one Ryuko Matoi.

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