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✓ Memoir 1 // video

[Behold the exhausted but freshly-scrubbed face of one Garrett Hawke, come to introduce himself to the network with a very important question (to him).]

Has anyone heard of a village named Rhododendron? No one at the Medical Center has heard of it, but they suggested I try asking on the network.

It's where I'm from, and I'd like to go back, but I'm not sure where it is from here. So any information at all would be great.

[He hesitates very briefly, then flashes a charming smile.]

Thanks.

[OOC: This guy's hometown is so far off the map no one will have heard of it, and it's also been completely destroyed, but he doesn't know that yet so he's still asking around. Feel free to yank his chain or crush his dreams or just be brutally honest, it's all good! o/]

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[O-oh!]

That's...not a bad idea at all. [He flashes a brief but grateful smile] Thanks.

[He smiles back.]

I did say I'd help.

I just don't want you to go out of your way.

[A nice guy like you probably has a family to take care of, right?]

[...yeah let's not talk about family.]

It can't be out of my way when I live nearby. And up until yesterday, I even worked here.

[Good idea.]

Wait, what? What happened?

I finished my training, so I left. I always planned to join the rangers as a field medic instead.

The Medical Center's too stifling, huh?

[He totally understands. He's only still here to make sure Sergeant has a good nap. Once the Houndour wakes up, they're outtie!!]

And I'd like to see what's out there, at least once.

[wow, that Houndour is a heavy sleeper.]

You've never been out of the city?

[Well, yeah! He's exhausted! They've both had a rough day.]

I've been outside the city gates a couple of times, but not far. I've been busy.

[He gestures with a hand to indicate the Medical Center. Becoming a medic is a lot of work.]

I guess learning how to be a medic takes a lot of time, huh?

[He's just guessing here, based on what he's seen of the super professional people floating around in this super professional building.]

I've spent years training. I wanted to learn as much as possible before leaving.

[He made sure he had plenty of practical experience with every type of medicine! Just in case.]

How many years?

Seven.

That's a lot--

[He's impressed for a second but then distracted by the Houndour in his lap suddenly stretching and yawning adorably, and then scrambling to sit up in Hawke's lap (and scratching the hell out of his legs).]

Hey! How are you feeling?

[Sergeant ignores his question for the moment in favor of smashing his back against Garrett's front for security and staring around suspiciously at everything. Including you, Anders.]

[He's a bit surprised when the Houndour wakes up, having almost forgotten about him for the moment. He's quiet at first, letting the poor puppy get his bearings. He can easily sense that unease.]

This really isn't the best place to wake up, is it?

[Sergeant stares at Anders for a few seconds before looking up at Garrett, craning his head around to make eye contact without moving his back from its secure position. Feeling better. Where's supper?

Garrett relaxes visibly and smiles at that. He reaches up to scratch behind the pup's ears.]

Is that offer of a meal still good?

[He has a hard time accepting handouts for himself, but he's pretty shameless when a handout will help one of his friends.]

I did promise.

[He stands, waiting for Hawke and his puppy to follow.]

It's nearby. I used to eat lunch there sometimes.

Alright. Are you up for walking, or do you want me to carry you?

[Sergeant hesitates, weighing the pros and cons of leaving the known safety of Garrett's lap for the floor vs suffering the indignity of being carried. It doesn't take too long before he decides to hop down of his own accord. He's not sure how Garrett can handle being so high up when he stands, and has no idea what keeps him from tipping over. He doesn't want to be being carried when the inevitable falling occurs.

Little does he realize that the likeliest cause of Hawke falling will not be a poor sense of balance, as he suspects, but a little puppy-shaped shadow sticking far too close as he attempts to walk. But that's a lesson for another time. Probably.

Hawke stands without incident, but grimaces as his feet touch the floor; he's been sitting in one position for so long both his feet have fallen asleep.]

Sounds good. Lead the way.

[Anders keeps his pace slow, noticing that Hawke legs seemed a bit stiff. He doesn't seem injured, though, so he doesn't comment - for the moment at least, though any continued symptoms and his Medic instincts will kick in and he'll be forced to check.

And at least there's fresh air once they leave the Medical Center, and fewer people in the direction Anders leads them.]

You never told me your friend's name.

[What are you called, little Houndour?]

[No injuries, just stiffness!

Hawke takes a deep, appreciative breath once they're outside, and he suspects Sergeant is doing the same.]

I didn't -- Sorry, you're right. This is Sergeant. Sarge, this is Anders.

[Sergeant looks up at Anders from his spot at Hawke's feet and offers a polite, quiet bark that's more exhaled air than vocalization.]

It's nice to meet you, Sergeant.

[He can't be anything but nice back after the ordeal that puppy has been through.]

Have you been looking after Garrett? He looks like he needs it.

[Sergeant barks again in response to Anders' question, and then glances up at Garrett thoughtfully. Garrett's been taking care of me. But he likes the idea of taking care of Garrett.]

He's been a true friend.

[Unlike Garrett, Anders can't understand what Sarge is saying, but he can feel the fondness there. And that tells him enough, really.]

You're both lucky, the--

[And then he stops. Because the path in front of them is blocked by a tiny little Espurr, standing there and clearly daring them to attempt to pass her. And if anyone wonders how a tiny pokemon like that can block the entire path, she does it by staring.

She's staring hard.]

There you are, my little queen. I was wondering when you'd meet us.

[Anders crouches down and holds out a hand to her. She stares for a moment more. You're not leaving her out of food, are you?]

You're better at finding me than I am at finding you, and you know it.

[Hawke pauses respectfully when Anders crouches to greet the tiny staring cat. He's never seen a pokemon like her before, and might just be a bit unnerved by that stare...right up until her remark about food. That gets him to smile and relax again.

Also, Anders' babytalk is impossible to take seriously.

Sergeant, meanwhile, has no such reservations about meeting a strange pokemon - even one with such a dead-eyed stare. Other pokemon he can handle; it's humans that are going to take some getting used to. He walks right up to her and pokes his nose at her in greeting.

Hi! I'm Sergeant.]

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