A Pokemon egg wrapped by some soft blankets was placed on your doorstep gently by a Pelipper. The egg seemed to be moving slightly, and may be close to hatching.

A note appeared to be in along with egg, and there seemed to be some sort of message:

“You are now the new owner of this Pokemon egg! Give it care, provide it with warmth and within a number of days this egg will hatch in no time!”

 Knox was dumbfounded to find the egg on his doorstep after seeing what he could only describe as a huge white pelican fly away as he opened the door. The egg was swaddled in blankets and he lifted it carefully, wondering if this was some sort of prank. He read the note and couldn’t make sense of it. Pokemon? What the hell is a pokemon? Judging from the thing he’d seen flying, he supposed it was some sort of bird. 

The egg shifted a bit in his hand and he sighed. Guess I can’t just leave it out here…it may hatch and it’d die in this cold… He thought. He took it inside and set it in a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows on his easy chair. For once he was glad to be an insomniac. If the thing hatched during the night, he’d be able to witness and address it. He decided to perch himself on the couch across the chair for the night so he could keep watch. He laid back with a old book and got comfortable on the couch, glancing up every so often at the egg whenever it would move slightly. 

theprofessorspokemon:

The Professor has put out some eggs!

This is an egg giveaway! The first 30 to reblog this will receive a Pokemon egg in their submit box! (Please open those up if you want one or I will skip you.) I will pick the Pokemon for you based on what I think which one will best suit you or randomly. These eggs will delivered as soon as I reach that 30 reblog mark (unless I get busy)! 

Legendaries will most likely be included but the amount given out is unknown.

For RP blogs only.

 ”Watch your mouth kid, haven’t your parents told you to respect your elders?” Damn brats…

ofhisownchoosing:

doctor-knox:

ofhisownchoosing:

“I hear my fair share of news from both ends, to be honest. I may not have as much influence as most, seeing as how the government and military are one and the same, but I still have a duty to my country and family. Many professions, such as Miss Rockbell’s engineering and your medical career, are a result of conflicts and skirmishes which might have otherwise been avoided. Regardless, I like to look at it in the sense that at least some good can come out of such events. In a way, they’ve contributed to the livelihood of some.”

Despite her almost unrealistically optimistic outlook, she knew that the girl had been through unimaginable hell and immeasurable losses due to the atrocities in Ishval. Bouts of guilt did weigh somewhat on the First Lady, especially considering that the young mechanic was a family friend. She sometimes wondered if the King himself ever carried such thoughts.

 ”I suppose you’re right. Its nice to hear some optimism for once.” He said through a soft sigh. “With all the bodies I’ve been operating on, I’ve been convinced that this country was going downhill. Lots of folks seem to feel the same, its all I’ve been hearing. Hopefully that optimism of yours will give this country some hope. It could use it.” His lips twitched into an expression of discomfort. The truth was, his back had been giving his issues all day and was beginning to act up again. He didn’t want to sit down though and seem rude in front of the first lady. 

“I suppose you’re right. I may not have as much of an effect on political affairs as my husband or other military staff, but I think that everyone has a say in not only how this country is viewed, but how they build their future in it. No matter how small it is, everyone has significance. After all, we’re all a part of this same whole, therefore we all play a part in keeping it together. You shouldn’t completely disregard yourself either. You play just as important of a role as I do.”

Noticing his features morph into a slightly pained expression, she hastily motioned to a nearby sofa. “Oh dear, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting like this! You must be quite fatigued from your work, so please don’t hesitate to sit down.”

 Knox stiffened when she offered him a place to sit. Damn, the woman’s observant… or I’m just becoming too easy to read. He thought, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Oh. My apologizes Mrs. Bradley… I’ve been suffering from a back condition and working while standing all day doesn’t really help.” He sat gratefully on the couch, trying to still appear polite in posture. “My body doesn’t agree with me much at all anymore, just getting old I suppose.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck wearily. 

resurrectedbluebird:

doctor-knox:

resurrectedbluebird:

The amber eyes darted back and forth, trying to find something to focus on without having to look at Knox directly. “I…” His mouth went uncomfortably dry, and his legs were visibly trembling. “I’ve done something… terrible.” The word seemed much too tame to describe all that he had done leading up to snapping the back of a soldier named Anders and ripping the poor man in two. Ed could still hear the sickening, haunting sound of his own insane laughter echoing around that underground chamber. That thirst for blood had left him for now, but when would it return? How suddenly? Was he putting Knox in danger even now?”

In connection to that last thought, the blond quietly suggested, “You might want something on hand, Knox, in case… in case I snap. I can’t trust myself right now, Doc, and I’m sorry that I came to you like this, but I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

 Knox blinked at the boy’s panicked explanation, stiffening a bit when the kid told him to arm himself. Just what had Edward done that warranted Knox to have to defend himself? He eyed his sedative case on the side table. He could get them in a moment’s notice if he had too, they were pre-filled after all. But why did Ed think he was going to snap and attack him? “Hey relax… relax…” He said. “What did you do?” 

“I…” Trembling violently, it was all he could do to stand up. Several times he opened his mouth only to close it again. He had been so stupid, letting his guard down around his manipulative sibling, and now he had paid a nonrefundable price for his carelessness. His eyes finally found Knox’s face, and his lower lip quivered with guilt and regret. “Doc, I…” To say it would be to admit irrevocably that the gruesome event had truly transpired, but he couldn’t turn back now that he was here. And, so, he forced out his confession.

“…I’m a murderer.”

 Knox narrowed his eyes at Edward’s words. He couldn’t possibly be serious… could he? He knew the kid was mentally unstable, but could he have really attacked someone and killed them? There was no way! Still, looking at the mortified expression on the boy’s face gave him chills. He glanced at the sedatives case again, wondering if he should make a grab for it. 

No, just calm down! You need to talk to Elric… figure all this out. He thought, taking a steadying breath. His voice became deep and authoritative as he glared down at Edward. “What do you mean Ed? Tell what happened.” He demanded. 

ofhisownchoosing:

doctor-knox:

“Its certainly no small feat. Success in the automail industry is nothing to sneeze at.” Knox replied, nodding in agreement. “I’m sure as the Fuhrer’s wife you must hear a lot of good things about this country.” Knox resisted the urge voice his own poor opinions of the Fuhrer. After all, one of the main reasons automail was in such high demand was all the violence of war started by Bradley. He kept his mouth shut though, twiddling his cigarette to distract him. 

“I hear my fair share of news from both ends, to be honest. I may not have as much influence as most, seeing as how the government and military are one and the same, but I still have a duty to my country and family. Many professions, such as Miss Rockbell’s engineering and your medical career, are a result of conflicts and skirmishes which might have otherwise been avoided. Regardless, I like to look at it in the sense that at least some good can come out of such events. In a way, they’ve contributed to the livelihood of some.”

Despite her almost unrealistically optimistic outlook, she knew that the girl had been through unimaginable hell and immeasurable losses due to the atrocities in Ishval. Bouts of guilt did weigh somewhat on the First Lady, especially considering that the young mechanic was a family friend. She sometimes wondered if the King himself ever carried such thoughts.

 ”I suppose you’re right. Its nice to hear some optimism for once.” He said through a soft sigh. “With all the bodies I’ve been operating on, I’ve been convinced that this country was going downhill. Lots of folks seem to feel the same, its all I’ve been hearing. Hopefully that optimism of yours will give this country some hope. It could use it.” His lips twitched into an expression of discomfort. The truth was, his back had been giving his issues all day and was beginning to act up again. He didn’t want to sit down though and seem rude in front of the first lady. 

hero-of-ishval:

doctor-knox:

 

 ”No you shouldn’t have. You need to get off that habit Mustang but I don’t see how waking me and putting yourself in danger is a better alternative.” The doctor took a deep breath to steady himself. “Come on, why don’t you just go back to bed. I’ll stay awake this time. M’ used to it anyways. I’m a regular insomniac.” The doctor pushed open the door and gestured for the man to follow him back to the living room.

Looking down guilt consumed him “I’m sorry” Pushing himself up off the floor he shook his head “I doubt I will be able to fall back asleep. Not with out help..” Mumbling he followed Knox back into the living room. Once there he sat down on the couch “I need something to knock me out… Or..” He paused “Well the or you couldnt, wouldnt, give me.. So either another drink or sleeping pills.” Stretching he yawned leaning back on the couch “Or we could stay up and talk..You where having nightmares yourself.”

 ”I always have nightmares, its nothing new. I don’t really want to talk about it.” He grumbled, fumbling in his medicine cabinet. He found what he was looking for and brought it to Roy along with a glass of water. “These are the best sleeping pills I have, they’ll knock you right out. But they won’t keep you from waking up tomorrow. Take two.” He ordered. While Mustang took the pills, Knox went to sit across from him on the easy chair. He rubbed his forehead against the blooming headache and prepared himself for the long night ahead. 

healinghandsofgold:

doctor-knox:

 ”I’m still working with corpses as usual. Its gotten to be worse than before, bodies piling up faster I can get to them. Its exhausting to be honest. But that’s just me complaining as usual… How are things on your end?” 

“That’s a shame to hear. But we’ve been busy as well, especially lately. I thought that after the Ishvallen War, we’d at least see some peace, but as it happens, it has only made our country even more unstable. Riots, skirmishes, rebellions. It has both Urey and I worried.”

 ”I’ll bet, things are really going to shit lately huh? Still, I heard your daughter is showing promise in the automail field. That must be encouraging at least. I think the next generation is gearing up to live better lives then we have.” 

ofhisownchoosing:

doctor-knox:

 ”Well.. I wouldn’t say I’m making too much of an impact on the youngsters, but I do know what I do is important. Its not pleasant work by any means but it pays the bills and helps with investigations and all.” Knox didn’t bother to tell her that he was basically punishing himself by choosing to be a coroner. He didn’t believe he had the right to work on living patients anymore. “You mentioned this upcoming automalist was a friend of the Elrics? I’ve been aquatinted with them, and it makes sense seeing as Edward is fitted with two prosthetics. She must have incredible skills to craft automail like that at her age.” 

“She certainly does. My husband informed me that she’s made quite a name for herself in Rush Valley, which, considering the industry that’s most popular there, is a difficult thing to do. Seeing as how he speaks so highly of her, it’s no surprise that she’s extremely good at what she does.”

Perhaps looking towards the future could settle whatever turmoil had been churning in the back of his mind. The First Lady herself admitted that in such a situation, she was utterly ignorant and absurdly privileged, stirring some self-inflicted guilt within her. Regardless, the topic of the prodigal Rockbell engineer had, in her experience, been one of fruitful positive discussion.

“Its certainly no small feat. Success in the automail industry is nothing to sneeze at.” Knox replied, nodding in agreement. “I’m sure as the Fuhrer’s wife you must hear a lot of good things about this country.” Knox resisted the urge voice his own poor opinions of the Fuhrer. After all, one of the main reasons automail was in such high demand was all the violence of war started by Bradley. He kept his mouth shut though, twiddling his cigarette to distract him. 

resurrectedbluebird:

doctor-knox:

resurrectedbluebird:

“Doc!” Ed did everything short of pound on the man’s door. “Doc, open up!” The boy wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty brow, the night’s events whirling in his head like a vertigo-inducing hurricane. Envy’s goading, the madness that had seized control of him, the soldier who had died at his hands… it was too much for him to process on his own. It was like a second consciousness had birthed inside of him, or else that his one mind had split into two.

And there was no way he could tell just anyone about this. Knox might not be a shrink, but he’d held up well under Ed’s venting ‘til now. The blond homunculus would just have to hope that the good doctor could take the mess that his young acquaintance was about to dump on him.

 Knox jumped a bit at the frantic knocking on his door and the muffled voice crying out from behind it. He recognized the voice instantly and wondered what could have Edward coming to his house in such a panic. He’d expected to be seeing the kid again sometime in the future, but not like this. He went to the door, pulling it open with haste. “Wh-What is it? What’s wrong?” He stammered, catching sight of the boy’s terrified expression.

He looked around just outside to see if perhaps the kid was being pursued or something. He saw nothing, but herded the kid inside quickly and shut the door. He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder to stabilize him. “What’s going on?” He asked, attempting to calm his voice a bit. 

The amber eyes darted back and forth, trying to find something to focus on without having to look at Knox directly. “I…” His mouth went uncomfortably dry, and his legs were visibly trembling. “I’ve done something… terrible.” The word seemed much too tame to describe all that he had done leading up to snapping the back of a soldier named Anders and ripping the poor man in two. Ed could still hear the sickening, haunting sound of his own insane laughter echoing around that underground chamber. That thirst for blood had left him for now, but when would it return? How suddenly? Was he putting Knox in danger even now?”

In connection to that last thought, the blond quietly suggested, “You might want something on hand, Knox, in case… in case I snap. I can’t trust myself right now, Doc, and I’m sorry that I came to you like this, but I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

 Knox blinked at the boy’s panicked explanation, stiffening a bit when the kid told him to arm himself. Just what had Edward done that warranted Knox to have to defend himself? He eyed his sedative case on the side table. He could get them in a moment’s notice if he had too, they were pre-filled after all. But why did Ed think he was going to snap and attack him? “Hey relax… relax…” He said. “What did you do?” 

((Heading to bed now~ Goodnight everyone! :D)) 

healinghandsofgold:

doctor-knox:

 ”Eeh I won’t bug you with my issues Ms.Rockbell. Things are rough right now but I’ll get through it. I’m glad to see you are doing well.” 

“Rough?” she repeated with a small crease in her brow. “You won’t bother me, Knox. I specialize in helping people, anyway I can.” 

 ”I’m still working with corpses as usual. Its gotten to be worse than before, bodies piling up faster I can get to them. Its exhausting to be honest. But that’s just me complaining as usual… How are things on your end?” 

ofhisownchoosing:

doctor-knox:

 ”I see… there seem to be a lot of young kid prodigies these days huh? They are giving our generation a run for our money.” Knox didn’t see any point in telling Mrs.Bradley that he no longer practiced medicine on living patients. He was sick of admitting how much he’d regressed and correcting someone of Mrs.Bradley’s standing would probably not end well for him. “Its good to hear of talented youngsters going into medicine. Makes me feel good about the future.” 

“Indeed there are. This particular one happens to be very close to Edward Elric, according to my husband. Wonderfully pleasant young lady she is, and one of the smartest I’ve ever met. Her profession deals more with automail engineering, but she is also quite well-versed in medicine.”

She considered herself lucky to have such a solid family, a life without regrets. It was almost cruel to think about, that a man could visibly be falling apart, yet inadvertently put others back together. Perhaps if he recognized that significance, he could put himself back together as well. “I’m aware that a coroner probably deals with a different atmosphere than most doctors. But it’s important to realize that you still have some influence on your following generation.”

 ”Well.. I wouldn’t say I’m making too much of an impact on the youngsters, but I do know what I do is important. Its not pleasant work by any means but it pays the bills and helps with investigations and all.” Knox didn’t bother to tell her that he was basically punishing himself by choosing to be a coroner. He didn’t believe he had the right to work on living patients anymore. “You mentioned this upcoming automalist was a friend of the Elrics? I’ve been aquatinted with them, and it makes sense seeing as Edward is fitted with two prosthetics. She must have incredible skills to craft automail like that at her age.” 

captain-krause:

doctor-knox:

 ”Lemme guess. Mustang sent you here didn’t he? That goddamn brat needs to learn to shove off….” Knox grumbled, crossing his arms. He looked back at his houseguest, reminding himself it wasn’t this woman’s fault she had been led to his home. “I was a doctor but I retired after the Ishval incident. I’m a coroner and forensics specialist nowadays. I haven’t seen any living patients for a long time now.”

Knox sneered, gritting his teeth in irritation. “Mustang wants to believe i’m still active in the medical field. He’s a deluded dumbass… Sorry he sent you here.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But since you came all this way I suppose I can do something to help. What’s ailing you solider?” 

Abby couldn’t help but giggle at the man’s crude reaction. It was nice to see other people, besides herself, getting pissed off at Mustang so easily. “I’m sorry, doctor,” she halted her chuckling and tried to move on with the conversation. “You’re like a breath of fresh air, somehow. Anyways, I do really hate to impose on you, but it’s just mainly my joints.” She lifted her leg while keeping her skirt pulled down. “I’ve been doing a lot of hand-to-hand training/fighting every since I was a child, and now I think it all has caught up with me.” 

Her hands propped themselves against the banister behind her as she reflected on what the doctor had just said. “Hmm… You said you were in Ishval?” Abby wrecked her brain trying to remember seeing him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do so. 

 ”Joints huh? A lot fighting will do that. Why don’t you come sit and I’ll take a look.” He guided the young woman into his home and cleared some of the clutter off the easy chair so she could take a seat. “Sorry about the mess, wasn’t exactly expecting visitors you know.” He said, crouching down to get a better look at the woman’s legs. He took her right leg in his hand and bent it gently, trying to determine if a tendon had perhaps been torn or stretched. “Tell me where the pain is centered.” He said, bending the joints in her foot slowly. Her comment about Ishval at the door still hung unrecognized in the air and he thought up a response as he worked. “You were Ishval too huh? I’m sure you’ve seen your share of hell then. I was involved in some forensic work off the battlefield, but I saw all typed of atrocities. Was why I gave up being a doctor in the first place.” He said.