Dwagons!: Iris's New Perspective (Private with theJozza)

An Audino, garbed in an eggshell-colored knitted sweater, white labcoat, and shiny silver-gray badge sat in her office, biding her time by straightening the papers in a file folder, for a former gym-leader (or co-gym-leader) and champion who had recently come to the attention of various wealthy pokemon, stocking up on baby supplies the way fabled old dragon-types hoarded gold. 'Ironic', Melissa, the aforementioned audino, and director of Unova's HAA thought. These people had the resources to care for one of the wildest former trainer-celebrities for sure, but she just couldn't abide by their forcefulness. Which is why, of course, she organized her upcoming meeting with the foremost expert on childcare, a former daycare-owner's companion turned renowned trainer specialist. So she sat, and waited, and hoped she wasn't like the rest.

[theJozza]

A Dragonite flies through the air landing softly in front of the HAA office. She's wearing a simple blue dress that matches her wings undercolor, and a large backpack that despite its size seems to not have any effect on her as she moves. After ducking through a few doorways she finally comes to Melissa's desk.

"Excuse me," she says to the Audino. "I'm Samantha Bane. I believe we spoke on the phone?"

"Oh, of course, come in!" Melissa said, pointing to a bench in front of her desk, that Samantha awkwardly occupied completely, "So, allow me to bring you up to speed. We've found the little whelp's den, so to speak." She allowed herself to giggle at that, "And, quite frankly, I'm concerned. I get daily phone calls from heads of diaper modeling agencies, old revolution generals, and high-ranking members of our new government. I'm sure they all mean well, but... I get the impression they only want Iris, is for the sake of having her, and showing her off as a personal purse-growlithe. I cannot abide by that. I've read your books, I even took my daughter to one of your live shows, you seem to be genuine, kind, and able to bring her into this new life safely, and respectfully. That, and, well, we have evidence that she might respond a bit better to being cared for by a dragon-type. So, do you still want her?"

[theJozza]

"Yes, it's an unfortunate trend I'm afraid," Samantha sighs shaking her head. "Ever since the high profile adoption of that little darling Cynthia there's been a large demand for, celebrity babies. Which has given even more life to the new type overbearing and over-infantilizing parenting my contemporaries and I have been trying to stop."

Upon hearing the last line, Samantha's expression changes, and she takes one of the pictures. "Well...I," Samantha stammers a bit. For all the time she'd spent studying, writing about, and advising other Pokemon on parenting, adopting a human of her own had always seemed like a far off decision. "That is to say, my wife and I have been discussing adopting a human for some time, but this is a bit sudden." All though she couldn't deny that the more she looked at the picture the more she felt a growing surge of passion her chest. The very maternal instincts she'd helped other Pokemon develop.

"I thought my secretary told you," The Audino said, "Well... I... I suppose I'll talk with her about that. If you'd rather not, we'd certainly be able to find someone else, Arceus knows an unwilling mother wouldn't be best for such a high-profile child..."

'Nothing could be worse than that for PR,' She thought, 'But having the young dragon in diapers, smiling on brochures would be a massive public-image booster.'

[theJozza]

"Oh no that's not what I meant!" Samantha says, the Audino's statement snapping her out of her daze. "I am absolutely willing. It's just...well...with your permission I'd like to go and meet her alone. By myself to meet with her and try to win her over to me first. Then if she'll accept me I'll come back and deal with the paperwork and such. After all, as I've been trying to remind my fellow Pokemon a proper adoption is a mutual agreement. If I just go there with you and scoop her up, well I'm no better than all those other "parents" longing for a celebrity baby." With that she holds out her hand. "So could I have her location please?"

"That was the plan!" Melissa said, smiling, "Pluuuus she also needs a couple of shots. Flu, anything she picked up while hiding in the sewers. That's where we found her first, before she escaped the pokemon center. On that note, though, she already has a translation pill!"

She shook Samantha's claw, and handed her a piece of paper with the address of the place.

"We also took the liberty of boarding all of the windows up last night," She said, "The door in front that you'll naturally block is the only way in or out. She has to listen to you, and if I'm right about you, she'll come out practically cradled in your arms!"

[theJozza]

"I see, well thank you I'll take it from here," Samantha replies taking the paper, though she frowns a bit upon hearing about the boards. She leaves the building and takes to the sky. Before long she's hovering above the warehouse in question. Seeing the boards on the windows, she rears back her wings and lets loose a Hurricane attack, clearing all the barriers. She then lands at the door and walks in, shutting it behind her.

"Hello," Samantha calls out. "I know you're in here little one. I promise I won't hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want. I would just like to speak with you."

It smelled like it was going to rain, Iris determined, as she snuck back into the old warehouse that she was taking cover in. She didn't know whether to welcome the relief from the city's dust and grime that it came with, or be disturbed, owing to the leaky roof. She didn't have much time to think about this, however, as the swooping crash, and bursting of the door occurred.

"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Came a noise from a far corner of the room, where she was keeping what little food she had. She had revealed her location, and saw no way out.

[theJozza]

Samantha calmly walks in the direction of the sound, and sits on a crate. Bringing her backpack around she pulls out a bag of poffins.

"I'm sure you must be hungry, dear," She coos. "I can't imagine a place like this has enough food for a growing girl. Would you care for a poffin? My wife made these herself."