Status Ailments and How To Treat Them, // Jen, Cassie, Anya, Koda, Silva

It had made so much sense at first, holding his seminar on status ailments in the infirmary. Come on, it was the infirmary. Was there a better place to teach about things like burns and poisoning and stuff? Carson thought not.

Then again, that was before he realized he would have to reorganize the entire freaking infirmary to accomodate students. He couldn't sit them down on infirmary beds and have them write on rickety infirmary tables? (God, he really needed to bug the headmaster about where they'd gotten the furniture after the rebuild. This stuff was... Ugh.) So in the end, Carson ended up enlisting the help of his Pokémon to move chairs and desks from the nearest classroom and stuff them inside the infirmary. As usual, Almos was his dramatic self, draped across one of the beds and sighing obviously not from fatigue, but in an attempt to get attention. Fortunately, the good doctor and his Blissey knew better than to give the drama queen the light of day.

[I'm not going to drag all those things back to that classroom, you know!] the Lopunny complained as Skye toddled past him, putting down paper on the desks and neatly laying down a pen beside them. [That was so freaking heavyyyy,]

"Almos, de kids will be 'ere soon," Carson cut in sternly from behind his desk, nose in a file as usual. The doctor knew his Lopunny for long enough to realize he was having a whiney fit. Almos sometimes really lived up to his feminine looks. "Get up from dat bed an' go help Skye o'summin', dere's plenty o' paper te go 'round,"

Rolling over so he was on his stomach, the Lopunny brushed back one of his ears over his shoulder. [Ugh, fine. Geez,]

[I don't need your help,] huffed the Blissey, her rough tone of voice not fitting her happy posterior in the slightest. Without turning around, she waved absently in the direction of the door. [Go play effeminate doorman or something,]

[You go play hulking she-male or something,] Almos snapped back; nevertheless, the rabbit Pokémon nimbly jumped over the bed and to his feet, jutting out his hips as he walked, knowing full well Skye was staring after him, rolling her eyes. Good. Stupid pink blob.

It didn't take long for Almos to spot the first few students coming in down the hall; opening the door, he gestured to the - for now - empty tables in the infirmary. Behind his desk, Carson got up, dragging his whiteboard closer for everyone to see. "Ah, hello! Please, everybuddy, take a seat,"

Kitza + Pichu Egg (25 posts remaining)

Koda had thought - excessively - about which of his Pokémon to bring along with him to Dr. O'Connor's class. The sign up forms hadn't required or denied Pokémon attendance. But it was a class about statuses, so he'd sort of thought it would do his Slugma some good to listen in. Knowing more about the treatments for status ailments might help Kitza keep such healing from happening for his opponents. Maybe. And if nothing else, there was the Pichu egg to keep the fire type company.

It was a goldeny-yellow egg with a dark base, the colors separated by a jagged looking pattern that Koda supposed was reminiscent of the species' black collar. Right now he was carrying it gently in his arms. Though it was small enough to fit in one arm he didn't dare risk dropping it. Babies were something to celebrate and protect. Koda rubbed the shell with a light tracing finger, already enamored with the idea that whatever was in there was alive. Hopefully, like his Emolga, it would hatch strong and able to thrive on training excursions. Of course he'd be carrying the baby a lot in the first few weeks and probably longer.

He thought he was actually running late, though that wasn't the case - he'd accidentally turned off automatic updating on his Pokegear and now it reported the time as three and a half minutes fast. He didn't know that, however, and by the time he got to the infirmary that would be their impromptu classroom he was about to break a sweat. He wasn't as familiar with the school infirmary as he was the Pokémon Center in town - or the town hospital for that matter, both of which he'd had several occasions to visit. It was only his second time here, and he entered quietly as a Lopunny ushered him in, choosing a seat and occupying it quickly before smiling at the doctor's Pokémon. He let Kitza out of his Pokeball; the gray Slugma blinked at the surroundings. "Hey there. We're here for class. Just a lecture I think, but it's about status ailments, and if you get bored..." The young trainer lifted the Pichu egg out of his lap for emphasis.

[An egg? Greeeeat. Just give it to me now and save us both some time.] In spite of his tone Kitza was happy to see another egg in Koda's possession; he knew it wasn't the same egg he'd handled before, because the jaggedy markings were much more pronounced on this one. What in Arceus' name were they going to do with two Pichus? Koda hadn't informed his entire team that they were taking over a student gym yet, for good reason. He wasn't certain they were all ready to hear it.

Koda nodded solemnly at the fire type, just as though he knew what was going on. The Slugma had edged forward a bit upon seeing the egg so he assumed that Kitza wanted to inspect it. He got out of his chair and squatted on the ground, placing the egg there gently. "Baby, meet Kitza. He's one of my most trustworthy teammates." Really, the Slugma was - he might not be as tightly bonded with the human as some of the others, but he always did what he felt was right, which was saying a lot.

The Slugma shrugged his eye stalks, dismissing the compliment but pleased by it nonetheless. [Let me take it.] He oozed forward until his body heat made Koda withdraw his hands, until the semi-liquid Slugma had enveloped the egg entirely. The kid shook his head in wonder, blond forelock swaying. It never failed to amaze him when Kitza did that. He'd wondered once before whether the Slugma had internal organs at all - if he did, they must be just as oozy and easily shifted as the rest of him. Otherwise where would the eggs disappear to?

Koda shuddered at that thought. Once he'd reclaimed his seat, he grinned at the doctor's Lopunny. "Oh, look what a pretty girl you are," he told Almos, trying to be nice.

[I'm a guy.] It was the aggrieved tone more than any understanding of Poketongue - of which Koda had none - that made the student wince apologetically.

[He was talking to me, I'm sure.]

"A handsome lad," Koda hastily amended, and pursed his lips. Maybe he should just shut up so as not to get himself in any trouble.

Kitza was chuckling under his breath. [Did you always have such a smooth tongue, Koda, or did you file it down...?]

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This post has been edited by Koda Lee Stevens on Aug 15 2012, 05:16 PM

For once, Blaze wasn't at her side as Silva trotted through the campus looking for the infirmary - when she had told him, and the rest of her Pokémon, that she was going to a class about healing status ailments, they all gave her a look as though she was crazy. Even her sweet little newly befriended Woobat who seemed determined to learn about all things Silva had hastily retreated at the offer of...a lecture.

Now to find the infirmary. Someone had pointed it out to her a few days ago during her tour of the campus, but Silva hadn't given it much thought and...well, if just figured one of her first classes would be there. It was probably a smart decision heading out so early, then. Silva had been wandering around campus for nearly fifteen minutes and if she didn't hurry, she would probably miss class.

Finally, Silva gave in to her inner self yelling at her and asked a passing student for directions- he pointed it out quickly enough, and now Silva found herself walking up the stairs to the part of school she certainly never would have planned on being in. A Lopunny was there, and a Blissey, but they both seemed busy enough. Silva as surprised to see she was one of the first- gosh, how early had she left the classroom.

She hesitated a moment, unsure of where to sit. Finally choosing to take a seat next to the guy talking to the Lopunny. Glancing over just in time to hear the last bit of Koda's conversation, she gave a grin, saying to the large brown Pokémon. "Your ears are gorgeous" He - it was a he, right? -gave a pleased response in Poketongue, and Silva grinned again, turning forward to look at the teacher

Though they didn't know it, class was about to become rather uncomfortable for the rest of the students, and maybe even the teacher. While Anya had gotten used to, to a point, the stench of the Trubbish who now walked beside her, it was probably a safe bet to say that most of the others she'd be sitting with weren't used to the smell, and it was a very, very potent thing. Smelling of a mixture of rotten socks, old food, and strong body odor, the stench was tempered only slightly by a mixture of rose-peach potpourri and febreeze, which Anya had fed, and sprayed on respectively, the garbage Pokémon before they'd left her room. For now the creature was happy enough.

Anya had thought that, for a class about status ailments, bringing a Pokémon whose very presence was toxic would be a good idea. She smiled down at the little girl, "Looking forward to getting out and about, even if it is only to..." Anya trailed off, the trubbish was missing, but a rustling in a nearby garbage bin gave her an indication of where she had gotten off to. She sighed and walked to the bin, pushing some of the garbage out of the way as she reached down wrapping her hands around the Trubbish, and with a great effort, hoisting her out of the bin and setting her on the floor. She sighed and rubbed at her arms, the Trubbish looked happy enough, holding a banana peel in her hands, and munching on it with gusto. Anya sighed, "C'mon. we're gonna be late."

With her snack in hand, the Trubbish was more than happy to follow Anya to class. Making happy noises and chewing on the banana peel the entire way. Anya was surprised to discover that she wasn't the last person to arrive to this class, she had been to her last. This time though she had arrived sometime in the middle. She smiled and made her way away from the other students, finding a seat that was about as far away from everyone as she could manage. She bit down on her lower lip and looked down at the Trubbish, hoping that class would start soon, so she'd have a reason to avoid talking to the other people in the class.

Since she was going to be indoors, Jen had decided to wear her regular T-shirt and jeans ensemble. She knew that Pokémon were allowed to be brought during this class but had decided against bringing anyone but the Cubchoo egg. Since it was just a lecture, the girl figured that the others might be better left out of this particular class.

Making her way to the infirmary, Jennifer saw a Lopunny looking up the hallway. Jennifer smiled at the Pokémon and said, "Well aren't you just beautiful." The Lopunny seemed to like the praise but acted as if it had been expected. Jennifer's smile widened and she walked into the "classroom."

Seeing that there were a number of students already present, the red head decided to go ahead and take a seat but as she got further into the room, she noticed a terrible smell. Her nose wrinkling with disdain and repulsion, Jennifer saw that one girl had brought a Trubbish. Well, that explained the smell.

Taking a seat as far from the Trubbish as possible, Jennifer smiled around at the other students. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Zorca."

She tried to keep the intro brief since breathing in more air might cause her to become ill from the repulsive, permeating smell.

Then, Jennifer recognized one of her roomies and thoughts of being quiet vanished. "Hey, Silva. I didn't know you were signed up for this class too. I see you didn't bring any Pokémon either. I decided not to bring anyone since it might be too boring for them."

Turning toward the Teacher, the red head quickly said, "No offense, but most of them are pretty active and might be a little too active for this class."

Glancing back toward Silva, Jennifer noticed the Blissey looking at her. Smiling, Jennifer nodded to the Pokémon then gave the other girl her attention again. "So how are your Pokémon doing?"

This post has been edited by Jen Zorca on Aug 16 2012, 06:45 PM

Koda nodded to the girl that sat down nearby, looking sidewise at her. He didn't think he knew her, but maybe she was just friendly. That did seem to be the case judging from her compliment to the Lopunny by the door. Almos preened, running a paw from the bend of one ear to the tip and smiling saucily. [Why thank you kindly!]

"I wasn't trying to offend," Koda mumbled. He glanced also at the chick with the Trubbish, checking her out a little though his tastes had seemed to run more toward males since arriving at Willowvale - there was no harm in looking, right? He was still infused with frustrated teen hormones, after all. The smell was pretty awful - like somebody had shat a rose on a peach - like month-old diapers - like essence of Nawnda Swamp distilled and poured into a waste processing facility that employed a bunch of cranky Muks. The girl's kind of nice smile went a long way toward making up for the stink, but it was still pretty rank.

[Don't know why you're holding your nose,] Kitza remarked, shifting his gray ooze around the Pichu egg and peering at the poison type with interest. He didn't smell anything, though his eyes seemed to want to withdraw partially into his head.

The sound of somebody actually speaking into the awkwardness made Koda's head whip around. The redhead, he was sure he'd seen her around. "Koda Stevens," he said a bit too loudly, holding a hand up then dropping it quickly. Not the best introduction, but words sometimes failed Koda. He wasn't sure what she meant by too active - that's what Pokeballs were for, right? A place for a time-out if needed. He'd used that measure before. With a start he realized that it might not be such a good idea to use a Pokeball for discipline, because they all spent some time in their Pokeballs and he didn't want them thinking they were being punished all the time. No wonder it hadn't worked so well. Koda shrugged with one shoulder, meeting Kitza's gaze and thinking about the fire type's self-discipline. "I'm glad you're so well behaved."

[You think,] the Slugma said, blowing up a bubble between his eyes just for the pleasure of making Koda blink. There was no equivalent gesture for a human, which seemed like the best private joke in the world. But waiting for the class to start didn't seem like a lot of fun to the fire type, and he gave a prodigious yawn without considering what it might do.

Koda yawned, too, though hastily covering it with his hand lest somebody else catch it. He almost gagged at the taste of the smell in the room. "Your yawns are contagious, too."

The gray Pokémon's wide mouth spread further in a spunky grin. Teasing tones were universal, as when he replied, [Your mom is contagious!]

[This is a classroom, not a circus,] Skye said severely, and the Slugma subsided. But the real damage had already been done. Koda was beginning to feel very... sleepy.

It felt weird laughing while there was an egg inside keeping him from jiggling properly, which just made Kitza snicker even more. [Great. Not even ten minutes past since we walked in here, and here's a status ailment waiting to happen. Go ahead. Fall asleeeeeep. You'll get kicked out for sure!] Which wouldn't be all bad. They could go somewhere fun.

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This post has been edited by Koda Lee Stevens on Aug 18 2012, 04:27 AM

Okay… remind her again what possessed her, in her current state to bring a few pound egg when she could barely walk unaided by the one crutch tucked under her arm? It had been a total of… two days and nine hours since she had been inside the walls of the infirmary. For an accident prone girl that itself is a feat worth a good pat in the back. Those blue eyes of hers stopped right in front of the door as she hobbled inside, balancing both the black yellow marked egg on her free arm and the one crutch on the other.

The earlier morning had been heal for her, between crawling out of bed and reminding herself to take the pain killers the doctor had so kinda prescribed. (While completely disobeying the bed rest part for god knows why.) And making sure her peanut gallery of a team don’t kill each other it had been a miracle for her to still spare the time to get ready. She had thrown on a while hooded shirt and a pair of skinny blue jeans. Plain yes, but the girl didn’t have the luxury of time on her hands to warrant another set of clothes on her.
She just didn’t have the time without risking being late.

She suffers from chronic lateness… no need to rub it in her face.

“Geez… Okay, should have waited to bring the egg when I can actually walk.” She half murmured to herself. Barely recognizable unless said person had one hell of a hearing, she stopped right after she noticed the ‘female’ playboy bunny welcoming the students. As she feared, the girl nearly groaned in defeat. She… was the last one to arrive.

And in laymans terms…

She was incredibly late.

Oh dear heavens, the red head sent a silent prayer up there for it to not be the case. Slinking inside the room, the rubber she placed at the end of the crutch hindered it from making any noise against the floor. The clicking noise would have been more than annoying to anybody. As silently as a girl who couldn’t use her other leg she made her way to one of the empty seats right next to a girl she knew so well. Jen. The girl nearly took a double take. ”Jen? Heya what’s up?” She greeted the only person she knew in the class.

Silva grinned in surprise, (and some relief- she'd have liked to know at least one person in the classroom!) when Jen showed up, giving her a grin of greeting. "I think it's alright if you didn't bring anyone along- Blaze, he's my charmander, looked like he might cry when I even suggested it- no offence" she added hastily in the teacher's direction. Glancing around the classroom as she added "So what do you think this class will be like anyway, without our Pokémon? Just a basic lecture?" She had brought along her blue journal to record any useful notes rather than a usual notebook she would bring to classes, knowing that status ailments would be a good thing to have a record of in battle, but hadn't known exactly how useful it would be.

There sure were a lot of interesting Pokémon- especially that grey slugma who seemed to be oozing over a Pokémon egg- how did that even work, anyway? Would the egg be alright? Silva resolved to ask the slugma's owner after class about them- they sure seemed like interesting enough creatures, and they were fire types, which was a huge bonus. And the fact that this guy had an egg- yet another point in his favor. An image of Blaze, her feisty charmander, popped into her head, and Silva wished he would take an interest in one of her females. She would have liked to place him with Silver, but the two weren't in compatible egg groups, so she just had to make do with Blaze and another Pokémon, since the possibility of getting another charmander at this point would just be a pipe dream.

A girl came in with a Trubbish - oh god, that smell- and another one on a crutch hefting an egg under one arm. Silva gave them both a greeting before turning her gaze to look at the girl with the crutch and egg, glancing over with concern. "Hey, do you need any help?" Belatedly remembering she hadn't introduced herself and adding hastily. "I'm Silva, by the way. Newbie breeder" and offering a tentative grin.

The students entered and sat down, taking a moment to chat amongst themselves, Skye and (mostly) Almos inserting themselves in the conversations. Carson let them. He knew very well lectures weren't the most exciting kinds of classes in a school that focused on Pokémon - who wanted to sit down for an hour and a half and listen when they could also have mock battles and the likes? - so he was relieved that so many students had chosen to show up anyway.

Even if some of them were late and all. A small smile crept up on the doctor's lips when Cassiopeia hobbled in the classroom. She was late, sure, but he could forgive her. It had been only a small while between her coming in for her ankle and this class today; right now, he was just happy she had managed to come in. The Trubbish was another matter, but Carson had treated enough of the little creatures in his days on the Academy to... more or less block the smell out? Was that even possible?

When Cassiopeia appeared to be the last student to join the class, Carson waited patiently for the girl to sit down before he cleared his throat, ready to begin. "Alrite, it seems everybuddy is here." he said, pushing himself up out of his seat, turning to the whitebard behind him. In his very doctorly handwriting, Carson wrote down his name as well as those of Almos and Skye before turning back to his class. "Mah name, as some of you probably know, is Carson o'Connor, but feel free ta keep callin' me Doc; Skye is the lovely Blissey o'er there, an' Almos is the Lopunneh. Welcome to this lecture on status ailments. Now, I'll be the first person ta admit lectures are borin', so I'll try ta make it as interestin' as possible, alrite?"

The doctor winked quickly at Jen, to show he bore no ill will to her for calling lectures boring - hell, he hated lectures when he studied medicine, too - before continuing. "Alrite. Status ailments! Can I 'ave a show o'hands, who'se ever dealt with one b'fore?"

As expected, the class was mostly quiet, with a few tentative hands going up here and there. Being active in a lecture was always nerve-racking for students. Almos, grinning a devilish smile, slunk up to the seat of the only boy in Carson's class today, grabbing the kid's hand and making an attempt to shove it up in the air. It appeared the Lopunny had noticed the sudden drowsiness that had overcome the boy, but Carson did not seem as pleased. "Almos."

[Aww, come on! You asked for a show of hands!] Almos whined; nevertheless, he left Koda alone and drooped back to his seat by the doorway. Shaking his head, Carson resolved to continue nevertheless. "As ya know or probably can imagine, status ailments are great when ya dish them out to an opponent, and not so great when you have to work around one inflicted on yer Pokémon. So how do ya deal with status ailments? Let's first start wid the different kinds."

Popping the cap off his whiteboard marker, Carson erased his name and those of his Pokémon from the board, turning to look at his class from over his shoulder. "Can anyone name me sum status ailments, please?"

ooc// ahaha, sorry about some of the implications I made in this post. Feel free to play by them or ignore them if you wish. Anyway, I'd like a reply from everyone, preferrably by Sunday. Please try to be realistic; it's okay if your character doesn't know a status ailment, gets beaten to an answer by someone else, all that stuff. Hell, feel free to cheat and have your character google stuff on their 'Dexes or something. xD So yeah. Posts by Sunday, maybe? =3

(OOC: Please Delete the Above post. Sorry I goofed!)

Jennifer smiled as Silva mentioned her Charmander. "You have a Charmander too? I didn't know that! Blaze is a great nickname. I named mine Aries." The red head shrugged as Silva asked about the class. "Truth be told, I'm not really sure. I've usually brought at least one Pokémon with me to class but I guess it will be like those back home. They aren't all boring if the topic is something interesting. I know I need to know more about Status Ailments."

Just as Jennifer finished speaking to Silva, she heard a familiar voice coming from somewhere behind her. Looking back, Jen's face lit up in delight and surprise. "Cassiopeia? What on Earth happened to you!?" The girl was about to get up and help Cass but Silva beat her to it. She continued to smile at Cassiopeia as she got settled in. "A lot has happened since the last time I saw you. I've acquired a few more Pokémon partners and I've become the Ice GLASS Leader. I guess that's the biggest change over all." She mentioned this matter-of-factly. She wasn't trying to brag, just more like stating the obvious.

As Dr. Carson spoke up, Jennifer turned and gave him her undivided attention. She blushed as he winked at her but was relieved that he hadn't taken offense at her comment. She continued paying attention…that is, until the Lopunny grabbed the boy's arm and tried to raise it up. She covered her mouth with her hand to try and keep from laughing too loudly, of course, she was sure everyone could hear her giggling."Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You're Lopunny is just too cute!"

As he asked for mention of a status ailment, Jennifer quickly spoke up, "Freeze status!" As the Ice GLASS, it had been the status ailment that she had become most familiar with. She had even mostly built her gym around it.

This post has been edited by Jen Zorca on Aug 24 2012, 10:34 AM

Koda completely missed the first minute of class; in spite of trying to converse with Silva and keeping an eye on his Slugma and egg, that yawn had made him awfully drowsy. He stared off toward the board, eyes unfocused as his eyelids drooped then fluttered several times. Then something was grabbing his hand and he said, "Buh?" It was the Lopunny, and the young man rubbed at his eyes with an apologetic blush staining his cheeks. "S-sorry..." He tried to sit up straighter and keep his mind on the class, but he felt about like he had in junior high. Whoever decided that after lunch was the perfect time for a math class had to be insane. The Lopunny wandered back toward the doorway moments later, and the kid smothered a yawn behind his hand.

[Stay awake, Koda,] Kitza hissed urgently. He'd started to slump in his chair again. The fire type trickled a tiny flame out of his mouth, missing Koda's shoe by a scant few inches. That perked the guy up a bit. It was only then that he realized another person had come into the class - one that he thought probably should have been in a wheelchair instead of using crutches. It wasn't that he assumed the injury was more severe than it was, it just seemed to him like it would have provided more mobility. Wheels could go just about anywhere.

The blond trainer hadn't heard Dr. O'Connor's question, but he sat up blinking blearily and inferred from the course name (and the red-haired girl's answer) that it was something about status ailments. He glanced at Kitza and smiled at the fire type, thinking the gray Slugma would probably appreciate his first answer. "Can't forget about the sleep status." He yawned again. "It's pretty effective."

[Really funny.] The Slugma waggled his eyes on their stalks, and pushed the Pichu egg up a bit so its topmost curve protruded from his back. [Don't worry, baby. At least you're not here being bored all by yourself. Are you nice and warm?] His soft, doting tone probably went unnoticed by most in the room.

Between struggling to keep from falling asleep, Koda split his attention between Silva and the instructor. From certain angles, he would swear he'd met her before, but when or how eluded him for the moment.

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The teacher seemed friendly enough, he hadn't taken offence at Jen's comment and jumped right into the lesson. Silva nodded at his words- status ailments could be a pain to deal with, not to mention painful for the Pokémon. She kept her hand down when Doc asked for who had dealt with status ailments before, mind wandering to a time she had found that ponyta who was confused out of her mind....poor thing.. After a few moments, she suddenly realizing she was daydreaming, snapping to attention with a jump and glancing around to see ost of the people around her raising their hands. The question suddenly hame back to her- who had dealt with status ailments. Oh, she had certainly seen those before! She raised her hand just as the rest of the class was withdrawing theirs, and hastily put it down again.

Silva gave the Lopunny an amused glance as he walked over to the guy with the Slugma, grabbing his hand and shoving it in the air. The boy...had she met him before? She couldn't quite place his face to a name, but it looked familiar... A memory returned to her, the first time she had logged onto the Poketech network a few nights ago- that guy she had been chatting with said he would be at this class. Was this him? And how to ask without sounding like a stalker... What had he called himself again....? Oh yeah, he said his name was Koda! But that still didn't mean that specific guy was him.

Well, she would find out later. Doc asked another question, one about status ailments (duh) and Silva leaned forward. "There's the burn status, too. I guess that one acts the same for humans and Pokémon" She grinned, glancing down once again at the silvery Slugma, who seemed to still be oozing around that oddly colored egg. Cure little thing- what if the egg was an ice type though, or a grass type? Would it get too hot?

Jen mentioned a freeze status, and the guy (Maybe Koda?) mentioned a sleep status. Silva had seen them both in action before, but she knew there were a couple others. Silva opened her mouth to speak again, before realizing she should probably give someone else a chance to answer. She sat back in her seat, still giving the silvery slugma and egg the odd glance now and then.

Possible and the other term impossible, Cassiopeia more or less asked herself if the first had any meaning in today’s society and the small tiny fact they’re living along creatures that broke every single laws of physics in existence. Need she say more about the broken laws? The young Italian held down the forming blush from showing on her cheeks. Mentally she berated herself for being the only student late for the class.

Her luck Doc didn’t put it against her. Such an understanding man he is, a bit strange with the lingo but that’s em Irish for ya. A mental shrug from the girl, accents were no laughing matter for her. She had the old Italian one lacing her English dialog. She knew how annoying the little buggers can be and how hard they are to remove from the vocals. Her thoughts came to a halt at Jen’s tone answering her earlier greetings then blushed when she realized she might have to re tale the tale. ”Incident with a few very upset Pokémon and a bossy Shroomish…People keep losing em these days.” She grumbled the last part to herself she felt arms helping her over towards the chair.

Cassiopeia held down a surprise flinched before she turned her head over to her sides to a new face she had yet to see in the campus. Must be a new student…. The girl thought. Racking her mind for the face along the numerous names listed in her mind map. Nope… the face is far too new to recognize. ”Yeah…” Cassiopeia grinned in light embarrassment. ”I needed that. And nice to meet you I’m Cassiopeia and just call me Cassie. Liiikkkeee I told Jen before.” Sending Jen a playful glare for having to mouth her full name, ”Cassioepeia’s a mouthful” Winking a bit she turned her attention to her friend once she seated. ”Really?” She gasped softly, taking care not to distract the session she spoke in a quieter tone. ”Congrats then! That calls for a celebration.” She added with a light grin.

Half of her listened to the doctor it was the only thing she could do after he easily forgave her tardiness for his class. Most teachers wouldn’t do that. She knew a few that would sooner kick a student for being late rather than pardon it. It was there where she heard his question. Thank you breeder grandparents! She thanked the god for them. All in the safe haven of her mind. She raised her hand after the two answered she caught the hesitant look upon Silva’s eyes. She knew something… but from what she had observed the girl was too kind for her own good. ”Paralyze works just as good as any.” The girl spoke then secretly nudged the shy girl.

Carson waited patiently for his students to answer his question, and he was very surprised when pretty much all of them piped up. Smiling, the doctor jotted down all the answers given (in the same illegible doctor's handwriting, unfortunately) until the noise in the class died back down. Realizing his students were somewhat exhausted of answers by now, the doctor continued writing down status ailments on his own.

"Verry well done, e'ryone! Freeze, sleep, burn an' paralyzation are among the five most common status ailments we know. The fifth is poisoning, which comes in two variants: regular an' severe, with the latter o'viously doin' the most damage o' the two,"

Moving away a step to his left, Carson revealed a second column of status ailments he had written down. "Now, the definition o' a status ailment in medicine as I practise it is 'a condition tha' affects a Pokémon's ability ta battle'. Therefore, a lo' o' othe' thins can also be counted as a status ailment. I've writt'n down a few; I'm afraid mah whiteboard ain't big enough ta accomodate ev'ry single one o'em."

Carson sidestepped again, looking up hopefully at his notes. It was silent in the class for a little bit - probably long enough for Koda to pass out from his Slugma's yawn - before Skye noisily cleared her throat. [Oh Carson, nobody can freaking read this, darling,] she huffed; squeezing her plump frame through the small spaces in between the students' desks, she waddled up to the board and grabbed the eraser.

"Ah, tha' bad?" asked Carson, thoughtfully turning his gaze from the Blissey that forced her way up to him, and back to his whiteboard. The Normal type offered him no reply; she gingerly erased all of her trainer's written work and replaced it with her own. It had been a pain, learning how to write down prescriptions from Carson's horrendous handwriting - half of the time, Skye didn't even know what she was writing down - but she had seen these words enough to 'get the gist of it', so to speak. Tapping impatiently on the board, waiting for Carson to lower it to her level, the Blissey continued to write. Her writing, thankfully, was a ton more legible than her trainer's.

"...As I was sayin'," Carson continued after a moment of silence, quietly thanking Skye as she toddled back to her seat, "Mo' status ailments tha' the most well-known five. Fer example, we have confusion, infatuation, curses and traps,"

The doctor enthousiastically pointed out the different ailments as he named them; there were a lot more still on the board, however, ranging from using moves such as protect to having to recover after Hyper Beam and gathering sunlight for a Solarbeam. "Howe'er, the main difference between these an' the ones you all named is that the latte' few I named for ya usually don't require much curin' from a trainer or a doctah. Also, the firs' category ailments usually have nasty side effects in battle,"

Looks were exchanged with Skye in the back of the room; sighing heavily, the Blissey returned to the board, snatching the marker out of Carson's hands. "Pokémon frozen an' lulled asleep obviously are impeded in their movement. Paralysis has a similar effect; added to possibly makin' a Pokémon unable to attack, the afflicted Pokémon's speed is also lowered."

"Status ailments such as poisonin' an' burnin', obviously, inflict direct trauma upon th' Pokémon sufferin' from it. Added ta that, when a Pokémon is burned, their attack strenght is halved," Carson paused briefly after his explenation, fearing he had lost everybody that wasn't Koda; an apologetic look on his face, he scratched the back of his neck.

"Ah, I think I've blabber'd enough. Now, I've got a few thin's planned fer ya; call it a pop-quiz, if ya will. Now dun worry, it's nothin' seriously difficult," said the doctor, picking up a stack of papers from his desk. "Ya just need some creative thinkin', alrite? Now, if ya finish yer written test, yer welcome ta come with me to the nex' room for a practical part fer extra credit,"

ooc// I think I've made you all wait enough, so I'll speed things along to the end. ^^; I'll post up the quiz sheet right away <3

ooc// please roleplay your character filling out the post, and have them add a note if they want to participate in the practical part after the quiz. characters who don't want to participate are excused from class once Carson has checked their tests. You have a week to complete this; when everyone is done before the deadline, we'll move along straight away. =]