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[Junahia]

Junahia nodded and smiled, "Yeah, that sounds good then. I'd like that. It is five kuts for each pokemon or five kuts overall?" He asked, merely out of curiousity than bother. Heck, Jun would be able to afford it.

[Indigo]

"Overall. It's part of that healing fee," she said. "But we should heal your pokemon first. What species do you have, so I can tell you if we have a doctor available for translations?" She held out her hands for the pokeballs.

[Junahia]

In his mind Jun went through all the pokemon he had. They weren't all injured, but it would be fun to see what some of them had to say. He handed over all eight pokeballs and smiled, "I have a corphish, a cubone, a spearow, a growlithe, a machop, a treeko, a wooper and a domono. If it makes life easier I don't really need to hear what my wooper and domono have to say, but if you have the staff then I'm all for it."

[Indigo]

"Well, the Clinic's services are available for your spearow, cubone, growlithe, and machop." She looked to Kris. "Are you interested, too?"

Kris gave the matter some thought. "I got a miltank, tauros, and rhyhorn. What do you got?"

"There's a specialist available for rhyhorn," explained the nurse, "but I have to warn you-"

"-they aren't very smart." The nurse just smiled sympathetically and nodded. Kris pulled five kuts from her jeans pocket. "Forget it. Just a heal, thanks."

With eleven pokeballs and ten kuts somehow managed in her arms, the nurse nodded to Junahia and Kris and headed for a hallway leading out of the lobby. "Follow me, then."

[Junahia]

Jun almost had to laugh at Kris' defeat in having a specialist for her pokemon. Instead, he merely smiled and followed the nurse.

[Indigo]

Not especially bothered by the situation but mildly annoyed, Kris followed too.

Eventually the nurse made her way down the hall into a small room. It contained a giant bookcase covering one of the walls and filled with manilla folders. More importantly though, there was a healing machine.

There was also a wheeled cart with multiple small grooves for pokeballs. They were clustered into groups of six grooves, and the nurse made sure to keep Junahia and Kris' pokeballs seperate. The first six members of Junahia's team were carefully put into the appropriate slots in the machine before she activated the healing process and powered the machine up. "It only takes six at a time," she said apologetically. "I'll need to do two rounds of this before we can move on."

The healing machine hummed on. "Do you know which pokemon who would like to talk to first, sir?"

[Junahia]

Junahia quietly followed and waited for the nurse to start the healing process. Then, he smiled and nodded when the nurse noted that she'd have to make to rounds, which was fine for Jun, it just meant a few extra seconds.

His thoughts began to trail before he was snapped back by a question, and then did little other than shrug. He couldn't really decide on any particular order to speak to the pokemon - it didn't really make any difference as long as he got to speak to them. "No, thanks. Any order is fine for me."

[Indigo]

The next round of healing went exactly like the first. After the machine powered down this time, the nurse handed Kris back her three pokeballs and then gave Junahia his eight.

"You'll be seeing Dr. Morgan then, if you'll follow me again," she said. As an afterthought, she added, "In the interests of our doctor's safety, none of your pokemon happen to be extremely violent or temperamental, are they? We wouldn't refuse you service, it's just that it's good to know these things ahead of time so we can make extra precautions if need be."

Update: All pokemon are at 100% health.

[Junahia]

Junahia smiled as he took his pokeballs back and put them back in their rightful places. Upon hearing the nurse's concerns Jun thought hard for a second, but shook his head. "I've never had any problems with them, so I think we'll be alright."

[Indigo]

"Okay. I think Dr. Morgan's outside..." The walk would continue to the very end of the hall and out the door, which in turn was an exit to the Clinic. It would not be public space, but a reserved courtyard area with a short wall of packed dirt forming a circular, spacious enclosure.

Though the sun beat down on the area, tall palm trees draped their leaves over the space and cast enough shadows to provide adequate shade. There were also distinctly different terrains available. Closest to Junahia was a stretch of dry, brown grass with patches of dirt interspersed throughout. Just plain dirt covered most of the ground, though the softness varied between hard, packed earth with an abundance of rocks to soft, dark, aerated soil that must have seen routine maintenance to keep it from getting too tough. Furthest away was a section of land consisting exclusively of sand.

There also were a few stone benches, roughly a pair per terrain, and the occasional small, withered tree that most likely saw use as a perch for birds. But for all the accommodations the outside made, there were only two using the courtyard. First was the doctor, who was readily identified from her white coat and pants. Short of stature and most likely in her forties, it appeared as if she came in contact with high temperatures quite often. Her clothes were scorched and for safety's sake she wore a pair of thick brown insulated gloves. Her browned skin, slightly wrinkled and perhaps making her look older than she was, was deeply tanned; one could see the comparison between her face and the lighter skin just lower than her neck.

Sitting beside her was a large magmar that was amusing itself by spitting tiny flames into the air. The sheer heat its body was radiating made the air around it shimmer like water. Both doctor and pokemon sat underneath a tree and looked up as the group entered. "Hey, there! Welcome to my other office!" she called and stood up. Her Magmar followed suit and soon both were walking over. "My name's Dr. Morgan and this is my pal, Spitfire. How can I help you?"

"I'll just leave you to it, then," the nurse said and headed back inside.

[Junahia]

Junahia tilted his head forward in thanks to the nurse as she walked away, and then turned his attention to Dr. Morgan. Jun introduced himself as he tried to remember the pokemon he would be able to have the specialist tend to. "Hi, I'm Jun, and I'm here for the specialist services in regards to my pokemon...?" He said, with his voice trailing off in the end, in hopes that Dr. Morgan would give guidance on how this was supposed to happen. That is, assuming there was a right way and a wrong way about this.

[Indigo]

Dr. Morgan just shrugged and nodded. "Well, all right. Just call out your pokemon and I can help with a variety of things. If you want specific information on a particular species, just ask me and I can hopefully answer the question for you. That can be anything from training to recommended meals and so on, whatever's on your mind about that pokemon," she explained. "Or you can strike up a conversation with your pokemon and I'll translate for you, so if you would just like to chat or even resolve an issue, I can help with the communication."

She motioned to the courtyard. "This entire place was designed to make pokemon feel at home or just provide a natural environment to help the pokemon relax. Just make yourself comfortable, I suppose."

[Junahia]

Junahia nodded, and actually felt quite nervous. It would be quite odd to be able to speak with his pokemon and see what they had to say, and then the list of things that Dr. Morgan suggested. He hadn't given any thought to that sort of thing. What if he missed doing something that was important? He shook off the thought and decided to take things as they came, and released Blaze, Hurricane, Marrow and his Machop. "Well, I think I'd like to start by having you ask them if there are any issues that they might have that they want me to speak to them about.

[Indigo]

Junahia's pokemon were quite aware of what Junahia was asking without Dr. Morgan's intervention, though they had no idea why they were out. Hurricane, seeing no battle was taking place, immediately glared at Spitfire and tried to size the magmar up. The much larger pokemon looked rather unconcerned about anything Hurricane might do, though it eyed him carefully in case of a speedy, unprovoked attack.

Though Hurricane didn't start a fight, he wanted one and was fully prepared for one; he puffed out his feathers to make himself look larger and flew to one of the small, withered trees nearby to meet Spitfire at eye level. Their eyes met for only a few moments before Hurricane hissed and Spitfire casually looked to Junahia's other pokemon for their reactions.

Blaze's attention first went to Junahia, lingered there, and then went straight to the dirt so he could sniff for anything interesting. Marrow just tossed his bone weapon and glanced up coolly towards his trainer. Machop found a few larger rocks in the distance and began stretching out her arms in preparation to lift them.

It was Marrow who had the first guess as to how this was supposed to work and made a short series of grunts towards Dr. Morgan. Blaze took the hint and added a rather prolonged whine of his own before resuming the sniffing, and Machop spoke in rhythmic tones that were similar to human language, though a few grunts and growls were mixed in.

Translating four at once did seem to cause Dr. Morgan some trouble, but she eventually had something to report to Junahia. "Your machop says she is fine, as does your cubone. Your growlithe wants to know what happened to that little bird he was supposed to protect. He is also glad you aren't dead and wanted to thank you for not letting him fall from the big two-head bird when it flew up high." She looked over to Hurricane, who was preening as angrily as possible. "Your spearow said Spitfire was easy prey that it would eat." Spitfire still gave no response to that message.

The translations must have been pretty accurate, as all of Junahia's pokemon were caught off guard by Dr. Morgan's ability. In particular, Hurricane's eyes lit up with surprise and he stopped preening and glaring at Spitfire to pay attention.

Marrow snorted. "Oh, and your cubone also wants to know if they will be finding more female cubones anytime soon."

[Junahia]

Junahia nodded as Dr. Morgan spoke, in his mind he was checking off each pokemon's response as they were given. He smiled at being able to hear each pokemon's thoughts, and see more of their personality. In turn, he responded to each pokemon. "Well, I'm glad to know that you're all okay, Machop, Hurricane, Blaze and Marrow. And Blaze, thanks for your help, if it wasn't for you I would've been in a lot of trouble. And the bird is fine and safe, but you'll still need to look after him when he's around, okay?" He said, stroking the dog. "Hurricane, there's no need for a fight right now, but you know there's always time to train, and we'll do that shortly. And Marrow, we'll find you some. There's bound to be some around here somewhere, don't you worry."