Maxie doesn't BSOD; he just trains until there's nothing left to kill. Then he just...doesn't stop.
[Most mornings in the rocky areas around Umbra Cave are fairly peaceful; there's not much in the area that would be naturally inclined to cause many disturbances, you see. However, there would be no particular need to mention this morning if it were exactly like most mornings, now, would there
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...well. Sort of.]]
Sir!
[[He's forced to fly in on Swellow to avoid being injured by the violent attacks; at this range, he's yet to get a proper view of just what sort of state his boss is in, but it's clear from his actions that he's not exactly pleased.]]
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It takes him a moment to really register what should be done about this, but eventually, he stops the onslaught.
He isn't about to look up to acknowledge Mitch's presence, instead keeping his gaze downcast and focusing on breathing; his hands close tightly, clenching hard into fists at his sides, but he doesn't seem too inclined to move otherwise.]
...found me eventually, I see.
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Leader, my apolo-
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L-Leader, what...
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It doesn't quite work.]]
You're hurt!!
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He failed him.]]
Sir, who...who did this to you?! I'll...!!
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His body is shaking, though whether it's genuine shaking or through the usual attempted suppression of laughter is difficult to say; while he does tend to laugh while he's stressed, he isn't producing any sort of sound either way.]
Oh, believe me, Mitch...in time I'll tell you exactly what you're going to do to him.
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The fingers of the hand his leader is touching dig ever-so-slightly into his shoulder as he trembles with rage.]]
I...whatever you command, sir, I'll do it!
[[Oh god, his eye, look at his eye-
Mitch bites down sharply on his lower lip in order to prevent himself from vocalizing his distress, his hand trembling harder, and he shifts the other one over, placing it on top of Maxie's, not trusting himself to hold it, lest he injure him more.]]
I...anything!
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...as well as he can, at the very least.]
Easy, Mitch.
[His hand shifts a bit against Mitch's wrist, his fingers kneading into it softly as he seems to consider his admin for a moment; it's rare that Mitch becomes worked up in such a way, and the hand directly on his shoulder is firm, as would be expected - at the same time, the touch at his own hand is almost too gentle, as was the initial grip on his body. Treating him like he's fragile, then.
It's not exactly what he wants right now; when he replies, his tone is more than a bit clipped. He's aware it's not going to help matters much, but...ugh.]
As I've said. He'll get his in the end; you'll receive your orders. For now, training is necessary.
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[[The firmer touch against his wrist is comforting, somewhat, and Mitch relaxes slightly. That is, until he realises what his leader is saying.]]
Sir, you need to rest! I'll...I'll make a poultice, for your eye!
[[He releases Maxie's shoulders and hand as he moves to scan the area for appropriate plants. After his leaders training, however, there isn't much left. But Mitch persists, scanning the ground and occasionally shifting dirt with his foot. Perhaps there are some undamaged berries among the debris.]]
You've been training for a while, by the looks of it, sir. Please, you should rest! You need to give that eye time to heal!
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[Maxie's tone is sharp, though it's in direct contrast to his actions once Mitch lets go of him; he turns back to Camerupt, though he isn't issuing further orders. He has a few berries on him, though they're useless as anything but treats - while this has always been Marge's specialty, not his, he's seen enough of what she does with them to know at least that much; he offers one of them to Camerupt, who takes it from his hand, albeit very grudgingly - clearly, he's not very impressed with the fact that his trainer is being obstinate to the point of stupidity.
As soon as Camerupt has taken the berry, however, Maxie kneels down again, lowering himself to one knee and pressing his hand against the creature's side; the gesture is admittedly for support, but there's also the issue of balance - the lack of depth perception makes the act of kneeling a bit...interesting, and he isn't quite used to it y-
...his hand tenses against Camerupt's side, and he kills that thought before it completes itself - he's not going to get used to it, ( ... )
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[[Mitch is yelling before he even realises what he's saying, hands balled tightly into fists as he scours the desolate landscape for useful plants. As he turns back to face his leader, he sees him leaning against his pokemon, and with a cry of 'Sir!' he's at his side, supporting him.]]
Please...if you fight like this, you're playin' right into their hands! Let me look after you and rest for a while! You're going to do your pokemon an injury and worsen the one you've already got!
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There are so many reactions he could give here; for a moment it crosses his mind to shove Mitch away. Ultimately, he doesn't.]
It could never heal...
[He can feel himself shaking again; there's hints of a laugh behind his words, cold and bitter.]
Do you really think I haven't considered that?
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[[Gingerly, and not without hesitation, Mitch gently places his hand on the uninjured side of Maxie's face, in an attempt to turn his gaze properly towards him. The flinch his initial touch received has saddened him somewhat.]]
But it will. I know it will.
You've just gotta give it time to.
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And then he shifts slightly, pressing into that touch - hesitantly at first, though it isn't long before he adjusts and does so again, more firmly this time. Though he would normally take such gestures as a continued display of pity, this is...nice; it's comforting, somehow, and he finds that he wants to encourage it instead of pushing it away, even if doing so makes him feel weak as hell.]
You don't have to look after me, you know.
[...granted, that may be forming some very odd contrast with the fact that he's clearly enjoying Mitch's touch, but. Technicalities, really.]
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O'cos I have to sir, it's my job!
[[That, and healing his injuries will help with Mitch's guilt over the fact that he obtained them at all. But he buries that notion for now; there will be plenty of time to chastise himself when his boss is taken care of.]]
Let's go find somewhere safe for you to lie down, ok?
[[Mitch is well aware of how proud a man his leader is, and as such he doesn't question whether or not he's able to stand and walk, but an arm is offered to him anyway.
Just in case he needs it.]]
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