It was quite a sight, a troupe of Fire aspect pokemon strolling through the streets of Lumiose city. The two women in lead were approached by police a couple times, each time the younger lass explaining that the man needed medical care. The police should have escorted them or at least taken the man themselves. However, each time they approached the horse-sized lioness, the warning heat eminating from every creature warded them away. The nearest doctors could always be found in a pokemon center, which is exactly where Shauna and Chuey took the unconcious man. The attending nurse immediately called for assistance upon seeing the man, rolling him off onto a stretcher before wheeling him into a back room for care. The room he was eventually settled in was a small, one bed recovery room. Only the taller woman with black and green hair was allowed to accompany him into the room, sitting with him as attendants and trainers in the lobby tried explaining to the younger lass and the troupe of pokemon why they could not go with. Chuey sat on a chair beside Ryan's bed, the toes of her right shoe remaining on the ground as her knee down to the heel bounced slightly in some form of nervous impatience.
As time slowly ticked by, each of Ryan's pokemon quietly snuck into the room with him. The last in, Annwn, sat upon a chair on the opposite side of the vagrant's bed from Chuey. The blind canine lay curled up on the sheets, gently prying the large man's feet apart. Because of how big, and therefore obvious, Embeee and Leveyr were, they sat beside the door. The large lioness growling at anyone who so much as looked at her through the doorway. A needle, embedded in the large man's arm, fed him drugs intended to keep him unconcious as various tests were run on a small sample of his blood. For hours doctors and nurses moved in and out of the room, never addressing the woman or slew of creatures in the room. Several times the large, hot rock on the ground moved itself out of the way of stray legs until it eventually just sat quietly under Annwn's chair. It's eyes unblinkingly watching the goings on. The only thing anyone in the room could really discern from the constant action and the cryptic few words the doctor's occasionally exchanged near the room, was that something was inside Ryan. Something else was living within the large man.
Time after time the young woman shouted at the doctors that they'd taken enough. They could do their tests on the blood they had. But each time, about a half an hour later the doctor's would return. Each time they claimed that to better understand what's wrong with him, they needed to run more tests. On maybe the fourth hour, a younger doctor entered the room and closed the door behind himself. Standing at the foot of the bed he simply looked at the vagrant before turning to the woman beside him. "These aren't your pokemon are they?" He asked calmly, Chuey grumbling that at the obviousness of the question. "I apologise for the constant activity." He smiled, crossing his hands in front of him. "The last time Mr. Cabberin recieved medical care, he broke the arms of three orderlies before leaving." The young doctor's eyes didn't move off the sleeping man. "We never got the samples we hoped for before."
A moment passed in silence as the young man turned the pages on a clipboard before looking to the dark haired woman. He then apologised, asking her what happened that led to her bringing Ryan here. "Long story made short: Shit went down in the badlands, that's all you need to know." The doctor nodded, not pressing for any additional information. Instead he moved around the bed, checking the large man's skin for scars or signs of injury. Ryan's body was covered with bites and burns, cuts and scars. But one bite stood out, a large series of teeth marks around the man's shoulder, as if he has his arm in something's throat. The skin around the bite had been burnt, sealing it closed. The younger man went on to explain that he felt sorry for whatever took a bite out of him, for Ryan's blood contained something apparently similar to cyanide. As strange as this information might seem, it did not surprise Chuey. Ryan had told her he was poisonous.
Another doctor entered the room, whatever he was saying didn't make sense to Chuey, though she was able to pick up a few things. The cells of Ryan's blood contained some form of biological acid, though it was only a problem when released from the cells. During their strange discussion, the vagrant began to stir. The doctors waited for him to finally be fully aware before they addressed him. "Don't be alarmed Mr. Cabberin" the young doctor began. "You're safe here" Ryan seemed to disagree, shouting about not wanting to simply be a vial to of blood to test. "We can't allow you to leave just yet." The man continued, placing his hand on the vagrant's chest to hold him down as he began to sit up. "You have a white blood cell count of zero. Which typically indicates leukaemia." Ryan simply stared at the man before collapsing back onto the bed in a huff. Pointing to his trench coat over the back of Chuey's chair, he asked for the pokeball, ignoring the doctor's questions as he waited. Chuey drew two spheres, one red and white the other black and bronze, from the pocket. Handing the red ball to the patient she returned the bronze one to the pocket and passed Ryan his tools.
While he set about popping the top and bottom shells off the small sphere, Ryan's eyes didn't leave the doctor before him. "I'll make you a deal, hopefully it'll make you people leave me alone." his piercing eyes didn't move, didn't blink as he checked the loopback device was held on well. "You have until I finish fixing this ball to get what you want from me" The doctor began reciting his objections, but gave up after a couple minutes of Ryan simply looking down at the mechanism in front of him. Chuey was eventually jolted back awake in the early hours of the morning, before the sun had even risen, as Ryan unplugged himself. Leaning down over her, he slipped the ball back into his trenchcoat pocket. While he removed the coat from the chair, their faces sat only the length of Chuey's finger from each other. A sly grin as he flicked the coat on and moved to the end of the bed. The lass stretched and yawned quietly while the vagrant near her stretched his fingers on the end of the bed. "I know you want out of Lumiose, but I need to go to the gym first." He told his companion as their troupe began navigating the halls out of the building. The Lumiose pokemon gym was an immense tower in the center of the city. The white tower was tall enough to be seen from every part of the not at all small city. Cables under the ground transported electricity from the power plan to the tower, which regulated it's distribution to the rest of Kalos.
The large towers automatic doors produced a generic welcome sound as they slid apart to allow the two access to the entry hall. A woman at a counter nearby smiled at Ryan and Chuey, asking if either of them were there to challenge the gym. The large vagrant declined, the blind ball of fur in his arms intently sniffing in the direction of the receptionist. Instead, this foul smelling man in a trench coat wished to discuss a matter of business with the gymleader. The receptionist sighed and began setting about arranging an appointment for the large man. Ryan's hand slammed onto the desk, two paws sitting beside it mainly to help keep Fyr's balance, as he growled at the woman to call Clemont and tell him that the only man he ever visited in prison was there to speak with him. Her shaky voice delivered his message, and after only three minutes, the elevator doors slid open to reveal a young boy, no older than fourteen. "Mr. Cabberin! It's wonderful to see you again." he beamed at them, striding over with the confidence of a man in charge. "And this is-?" Ryan took the cue to introduce Chuey to Clemont, Gym leader of Lumiose city, 'man' in charge of of the electrical grid for the whole of Kalos. "A pleasure to meet you ma'am. Sir, have you come for a job? I'm sorry but we only use electrical pokemon here" The boy seemed quite concerned about Ryan's companions, but was calmed when the older man dispelled such opinions. "Would you like a tour? I've used a couple of your ideas and a lot of my own to make the grid as efficient as possible. We could run DC if the supply drops enough to require it." Though he hid his intentions as best he could, both Ryan and Chuey could see the child within bursting to show his hero his accomplishments.
"I'm sorry Clemont. I really can't stay. I just came to give you this" the vagrant's large hand pressed an odd shaped small metal contraption into the boy's hand. "I made it to keep a pokemon in its very old ball as I fixed the materializer" he stopped the boy asking the most obvious question. Clemont nodded, turning it over to inspect the wiring. "I didn't want to just destroy it in case you could find some use for the technology" Clemont smiled and nodded, listing in rapid succession about ten or eleven uses he could think of to integrate the odd mechanism. As the adults turned to leave the tower, the boy's white sleeved arm grabbed Ryan's dark woolen covered on. A parting request was left for if Ryan was heading north, to check on the Pokeball factory. The factory had been draining a huge amount of energy since the power had been restored and no-one was answering the phone. With a nod, Ryan joined Chuey at the sliding door entrance.