(If you don't want to read this entire thing, skip to the time skip area.)
The light slowly filtered through the beige draperies hiding the window, the light fluttered over a man of quite a large size. As if the sun was his alarm, his eyes quickly opened to reveal blue orbs as deep as the sea, with little flecks of ice blue scattered around his irises like little icebergs floating in the ocean. His hair, a deep shade of ocean blue that draped down past his chin and ended in icy blue tips, like icicles hanging off of his hair, was covering the majority of his face as he woke up; greasy, but not too bad. His skin also had a slightly bluish tint, but only when seen in an overcast day. His Pokemon were outside of their confines, preferring to be in the real world than being in a virtual playground that set up the inside of the Poke Balls for the Pokemon.
He was about to move out of his warm covers when he remembered the positions of his Pokemon last night. His Milotic was coiled on the perimeter of the mattress, serving as a headrest for Miel and snuggling his Alolan Ninetales at the foot of the bed, who was curled up and resting her top half on the head the serpentine water beast. His Delibird and Vaporeon were snuggled up next to Miel on his left, while his Glaceon was to his right. Luckily, his Lapras was on the ground, next to the bed. If she were to be up on the bed, the bed would've surely broken due to all of the combined weight.
He yawned and stretched, causing his bird Pokemon to groggily get up and wipe the sleep from his eyes. His Delibird, known as Boto (also unrightfully nicknamed as that since Lorenza, Miel's youngest sister and second-youngest sibling, had found and hatched him first before giving the Ice- and Flying-Type nestling to Miel), chirped and honked a bit from his yawn before he shook his head vigorously to shake his head feathers in place. He hopped on top of the smooth, glossy scales of the still dozing Milotic and flapped down to the floor, his three-foot body gliding to the floor less-than-gracefully. His tail-sac looked quite small, looking like it couldn't hold much, but looks can be deceiving. He had the most important job on Miel's team, and the sad sight of his small tail-sac wasn't going to perturb him, since he knew how stretchy it could be.
On Miel's pager last week, it told him and his Pokemon that they needed to be in Unova to ask the locals around, find evidence, and find the culprit who stole the prized possession of the Nacrene Museum: the missing Dragonite bone. Miel was up for this task, since the main police force he was supposed to be assisting was away from the museum at the moment.
Boto waddled over to his equipment, and started to neatly stuff everything in his tail-sac. After he tied off his now large tail with a rubber band, he set his monocle on his face, and hooked it to his face feathers, so it wouldn't get lost. Luckily, his eyes were flush with his face, not with his feathers, giving the monocle a soft and clean spot to rest on. He needed this monocle, since he was blind on that particular eye (which happened to be his most used: his right eye).
The Milotic had stirred in his sleep when Boto hopped on him to get out of bed, but he didn't do much but go back to sleep again after waking up for a brief moment. Vaporeon, known as Shama, had woken up with a start after hearing the bird she was snuggling with honk and leave, so she decided to get up, too. She stretched her long blue legs, her muscle-bound tail, and the rest of her bodily muscles. She also flexed her spined and cream-colored dorsal and lateral fins that were situated on her face, as well as the white ruff around her neck. Once she had evolved via the exposure to a radiation stone, she had lost her fur from when she was an Eevee, but gained glinting scales that reduced the drag that she'll receive in the water. This has helped her numerous times to win water races for Miel when they were exploring the Kanto and Johto regions.
Shama hopped off and out of bed, bouncing on top of the poor Milotic while landing gracefully on the ground, despite being one of the largest evolutions of Eevee, being the largest of her species (being 3'05" or 1.0 m) and being the heaviest of the Eeveelutions. This time, the now slightly disgruntled Milotic, known as Milo, slowly twitched and writhed about, as if to protest and say that he was awake and about to leave the comfortable and warm, yet cool bed. He couldn't just yet, as there was another Pokemon still resting her weary head on his own. With a few movements with his head, Miel's magnificently shining Alolan Ninetales finally woke up and crawled off of the Milotic's head. Miel lifted his head a little, so the Milotic can finally leave the bed, and he slithered to the floor. He writhed again on the floor, as the cold touch startled him, even through his glossy, yet dense scales. He was also writhing from the stretching he was doing. When he was done, he coiled up his massively long 20 foot and 5 inch body and waited for Miel to get up.
The Alolan Ninetales, known as Kyukori, made a mewling protest to leave the bed, but was faced with a slightly tired look from her trainer that still held a stern wall in his eyes. With a defeated sigh, she slunk off of the bed, sliding down while laying on her side and her body stretching as it left the warm comfort of the bed, and her furry, light blue, long arms reached for the slightly cold, wooden floor. She looked like a pouting princess, taking her sweet, precious time to leave the bed she most desperately wanted to sleep in. She finally made it and hopped off a little less gracefully than Shama, but she was tired, the floor was uncomfortably cold on her sensitive paw pads, and she didn't bother to make herself look pretty at the moment, something that Shama snickered about. It was easy for Shama and Kyukori to be rivals in Miel's team, since they were both the same height (Kyukori being a little shorter than her species), and their conflicting behaviors caused some unneeded turmoil. Kyukori just shot Shama a glare, not wanting any drama in the morning, especially when the bed wasn't so comfortable until the last moment at 2 in the morning, when everybody else was asleep at 11 pm. It was 4 am at this current time, when the sun would be shining down on the residents of Unova during this summer season.
Next to leave the bed was Glaceon, known as Glazi. His sister, Shama, had already left the bed, and the absence of her presence on the comforter had woken up the once sleeping Glaceon. He and Shama had always had this strange close sibling bond that manages to cut through time and space, forging an unbroken mindset that tells one of them where the other one is. Miel could guess it was sibling intuition, as he had found himself doing the same thing with his siblings. Even though his fur was glossy and glinting, like Kyukori's, it isn't safe to touch, unless one would be Miel or his Pokemon that Glazi considers a part of the team. His fur is tipped with razor sharp ice that could cut a finger if one happened to haphazardly stroke the pretty fur of Glazi. This caused some much unneeded medical attention that Miel had to stop the bleeding hand and tell Glazi to hide behind him or something, something that Glazi was too proud to do. At least he would audibly growl at the individual to stay away from him.
He stretched his stout legs, being the largest of his kind known to Miel (being 3'00" or 1.0 m), and also being the most heavily built and heaviest of his species. After he was done flexing the glands that covered the dermal layer of his skin that generated the freezing cold temperatures often felt by these Ice-Type Pokemon, and the rest of his muscles, he jumped over Miel's body and landed on the ground with a loud thud, while everybody else had either made a soft flopping sound (Delibird), silence (Milotic), or a soft pattering sound (Vaporeon and Ninetales). This vibration on the wooden floor and the sudden sound caused Miel's Lapras to stir in her sleep, her head laying down on a shaggy and soft blue rug that Miel had brought with him as a bed for her.
As Glazi walked over and sat proudly beside his sister, his chest puffed up and ready to take any order given to his one and only trainer (and only human to ever receive and do the order), the Lapras, known as Laplace, finally opened her eyes and yawned. As she yawned, she made a soothing coo, and had stretched her flippers, tail and rose her head and neck upwards, stretching them, as well. As she was done, she flapped her flippers playfully and scooted away from her bedding, not fazed by the cold floor one bit, even though her smooth belly scales were not as dense as Milo's. Her body was three inches taller than her average species' height (being 8'05" or 2.5 m), so all Miel could see when he looked down toward the foot of the bed was his Pokemon's head and neck bobbing along from atop the covers he was still in as she took her spot next to Milo, ignoring the still pouting Kyukori, who was making herself look pitiful for the attention.
Seeing that all of his Pokemon were awake and bright-eyed (questionably for Kyukori), he stretched in his spot again, his hands raising above his head, and then thrown forwards, giving him the momentum to raise his upper half to a sitting position, something his sore muscles from yesterday couldn't do at the moment. He looked at the clock and the time it took for his Pokemon to wake up and get ready from 4 am was 10 minutes. Good. He can spend an hour long shower. He chuckled at his own stupid idea. He wouldn't have the time. Although, it was due time for his Pokemon to take a bath. He was planning on having them take one before the plane ride to Unova, but that wasn't possible. For the first time in years, Miel had woken up past his alarm that day, causing him to run frantically, return all of his still sleeping Pokemon and rush for his plane ride, nearly missing his ride and he would've had to wait a couple more days.
Since he had three hours to do what he pleased though, he decided that it would be best to clean his Pokemon first. He decided to knock Kyukori from her stupid pouting by picking Boto to clean first. Oh Arceus, he hated that nickname. He had to live with it, though. He might as well focus on getting Kyukori out of her stupid bratty princess habit, though. Treating her only when she stops. Hopefully she gets it. He called for Boto and retreated into the bathroom. The Delibird heard his name being called and saw his trainer's retreating figure heading into the bathroom. He waddled after him, his tail dragging along behind him since it was quite heavy. It was half of his size!
As he made it into the bathroom, Miel had already turned on the water and made it semi-warm to help wash his friends without making them too uncomfortable. Boto saw that this was time for cleaning, so he was excited for the fun in the water. Luckily, his downy feathers on his tail were hydrophobic, helping in keeping everything in his tail-sac safe from the water. Since the tail was stretched out to its max, it made it easier to wash the entirety of the tail. Boto hopped in when Miel motioned for him to enter. Miel rolled up his pajama sleeves until they were above his elbows, got out the cleaning materials, and went to work on soaking up the downy, yet frigid red and white feathers of his Delibird. He took the monocle off of his friend, so it wouldn't get broken or too wet. He carefully unclipped it from Delibird's facial feathers and started to add Dawn soap to his friend, scrubbing it in until his entire body was completely covered in the suds. He even grabbed a toothbrush and began to brush his yellow beak, which the Delibird was thankful for. Miel carefully avoided the immovable nostrils on his friend's beak and then began to massage his Delibird's feet after he instructed him to sit down. After some time massaging Boto's webbed feet, he began to comb through his tail feathers, with his Delibird helping by patting and smoothing the feathers and the soap on to them. After about 10 minutes of completely covering Boto in suds, he rinsed his Delibird free from the good-smelling suds, and Boto shook his body after he hopped out of the bath, spraying water everywhere. At least he was clean. Miel chuckled and handed Boto a towel, helping to carefully and gently rub him dry, while avoiding pulling out his feathers. After Boto helped with drying himself, he left the bathroom, his feathers now shining in the light with cleanliness.
Miel peeked out from the bathroom and pointed toward the Eeveelution siblings. Shama and Glazi bounded forward, not wanting to wait to get clean. Kyukori shot an icy glare, fit for her typing, when Miel picked the next patient Pokemon in line. Although, she realized a little later, while Miel was cleaning the Eeveelutions, that she should probably stop her bratty attitude and look a little presentable. Besides, it's the beginning of the day, she shouldn't make it worse for herself, and for everybody else around her. She shut herself up from mewling (which she had been doing the entire time Boto was taking a bath), and sat down with her chest puffed out proudly in the air.
Meanwhile, Shama was already swimming about in the ankle-deep water, which was already covered at the top with suds from the previous bath. Glazi was trying to get used to the warm water, as it was melting the icy tips of his fur. After slowly acclimating himself to the water, he watched Shama as she swam around, dodging Miel's attempts to grab her so he could wash her. He chuckled and sighed, moving onto Glazi, who was calmly letting the water run through his fur. Miel grabbed some shampoo and began to wash and massage the soap into the light blue and dark blue hairs of his Pokemon, not omitting the hardened icy crest on his forehead and the icy dangles that were shining in the light. He grabbed some soap from his body, and began to massage the feet and the tail. He also snapped his fingers, with his hand being over Glazi's head, revealing his soft underbelly as he stood on his hind legs. Miel went to work massaging his belly, earning a little delighted mewl from his partner. He smiled and kissed Glazi on the head, who headbutted Miel playfully with his surprisingly still cold head. After getting the same toothbrush, cleaning it, and then brushing the fur on Glazi's face, he was done with Glaceon. He let Glaceon rinse himself from the water coming from the shower head, and now focused on Shama, who was now ready for her session.
Since her fish-like scales were sensitive to chemicals, it was amazing how well the chemicals didn't already tint her scales to a much duller color. He drained the water from the bath, earning a soft plea from Shama to bring it back. After rinsing out the rest of the soap from the bath, he plugged the drain and filled the tub back with warm water and stopped it at the same height, letting the shower head on by flipping a switch. Oh, how this was going to hurt the water bill for this amazing hotel. Shama, happy to have the water back, hopped about happily and after a dominant grunt from Miel, stood up straight and let Miel clean her. He took some shampoo that didn't have most of its harsh chemicals to clean, only using very light chemicals that could still get the job done. He poured it on her and began to stroke the soap on her body until her scales began to gleam in the light. He rubbed it on her legs, belly, sides, back, chest, and tail, while using a toothbrush to do the same to her face. He then massaged and cleaned her fins and frill, and then harshly using the brush to clean the keratin ridges that line her spine. After this was done, Shama immediately started to swim in the shallow water, getting rid of the cleaning chemicals. After this was all done, they both left the tub, Shama waving goodbye to the water with her tail. Miel took two towels and quickly, yet gently, rubbed Glazi dry, trying to hurry before the cold temperatures emitted by Glazi's glands caused the water to freeze on his body, making him look like an ice statue. Once he was dry, his icy fur came back and he waited for Shama to dry, which Miel was trying to catch the playful little Bubble Jet Pokemon. He finally managed to dry her a little bit, not wanting to dry her too much, or else she would lose her hydration.
He peeked out of the bathroom to see Kyukori waiting their patiently. The smiles from Laplace and Milo indicated to him that Kyukori had been waiting like that for some time. He motioned for Kyukori to come in, and she mewled happily, finally able to clean herself. Shama and Glazi waited and started to talk to Boto about something, like the dreams they had last night.
Kyukori hopped into the lukewarm water, getting ready to get clean by soaking her soft and long furs in the water. Once Miel was finally able to kneel down, Kyukori was already soaked. Miel chuckled and used a more harsh chemical to clean her fur, since her fur wasn't so delicate. He began to massage and rub the soap around her body, getting into the light blue, blue, and white furs on her body, which would sometimes shine brightly or look like the surface of clean water depending on the presence of light and where it hits her. Miel finally got through all of her hair (which took about 15 minutes just to get through), and used the same toothbrush to clean the furs on her face. Once he was done, Kyukori rinsed herself while Miel just watched with an amused look on his face. After she was done soaking, she hopped out and Miel grabbed a towel, not worrying if she was going to freeze the water on her body. It took some time (mainly because he was being gentle with her nine tails), but he finally finished the arduous task. Kyukori walked out with gleaming fur, and Miel peeked out to summon Milo, who slithered his way into the bathroom.
Since the tub wasn't big enough to hold a serpent at his full length, much less a large Lapras, Milo had to coil up and use his muscles to raise each level of coil so Miel can massage the soap onto his scales. Luckily, his scales weren't as sensitive as Shama's, so Miel was able to leave the water as it was. He then began to adventure elbow deep and got all the soap on the Milotic's already wet scales, finally reaching his spectacular, rainbow-scaled tail and massaging the fins at the end. He then massaged the pink feelers and antennae that extended from his brow region, and then used the toothbrush to clean his face, while not needing to use it for the small horn protruding from his skull. Now that Milo was done, rinsed, and half-dried to avoid losing the hydration for his scales needed to look glossy, Milo left the bathroom and Laplace was already at the door, scooting her way inside.
As soon as she made it inside, Miel was already starting to take the bath to her. This was going to get messy. He cordoned off the area with large amounts of highly absorbent towels, and began to soak her body with a cup full of water. As soon that was done, he began to massage her more reptilian-like blue with a splotchy dark blue patterned scales than the fish scales Shama and Milo had. After massaging her curly ears, horn, flippers, and tail, he got to work with her cream underside, which was just as scaly. He had to have her lift herself off the ground, pray that she didn't lose balance or strength, and slide underneath her to clean her underside. After this dangerous task was done, he hastily made his way out before Laplace laid herself back down. He thanked Arceus that he didn't lose his life from cleaning his 485 pound (220 kg) water beast. He then grabbed a large body brush with rough bristles and began to clean her smooth shell, getting in all areas and around the protruding osseous tissue. With that grueling task over, he rinsed her again, half-dried her, and sent her on her way back to the bedroom. Once she was out, he closed the door, cleaned up the watery mess by using the towels underneath the sink, and saved one for himself to use for his own shower.
After about 5 minutes cleaning his mess, he stripped himself of his blue pajama button-up and sweats, and his dark blue briefs, and jumped in the shower. He used his Suave shampoo and conditioner to make his hair look glossy and fluffy when dried, then used some men's body wash for his six-foot-four-inch, toned, and scarred bod. After some quick minutes cleaning himself, and using the scrubber to reach his back, he finally got done, rinsing out the conditioner from his hair, stepping out and completely drying himself with a towel. He had his clothes neatly folded and in preparation to be worn. This consisted of dark blue slacks, a black belt with an ivory buckle, a light blue dress shirt with a darker blue tie and mahogany buttons, black socks, a fresh pair of briefs, a little packet for his contacts, and a navy blue dress jacket with ivory buttons. He got changed into them, and dried his hair with the blow-dryer he had his siblings give to him right before he left. When he was done blow-drying his hair and making it look fluffy, he exited the bathroom and found his black dress shoes. After he put those on and tied them tight, he searched for his official police badge, and put on accessory clips on his belt, each containing cuffs, a flashlight, police baton, pepper spray, a taser, and six clips for his Poke Balls. He was offered a gun, but had no use for it. He clipped his police badge on his upper left dress jacket, the badge of where he was stationed at (which was Cerulean City, Kanto) on his left sleeve, and then stuffing his wallet with his police badge around his belt. He also slung his dark blue satchel over his shoulder; its contents were simple medical supplies, books for when he was bored, a notepad, pen, and his Pokegear.
After attaining his preferred look, he looked over his now clean and happy Pokemon. He smiled and returned all of his Pokemon, except for Boto. Boto had retrieved his monocle from the bathroom and placed it happily on his face, situating it so. Boto waddled out alongside Miel, exiting their hotel room, and leaving the hotel completely.
The harsh sun and warm air licking the skin of others nearby caused the already heated rays of the sun at 6 o'clock to worsen the feel of the heat. Miel was too cool for the heat, even under two layers of thick, nice clothes. His Delibird tried his best to match his trainer's icy composure, but was left panting a little in the sun. The harsh ground caused Boto to honk in pain, as he flapped his wings to get away from the hot lava-like ground. Boto flew up and landed on Miel's shoulder, his tail drooping so it was half-way down Miel's back. After he got something to eat for his Pokemon and himself, and chilling at the local cafe, it would be best to enter into the museum.
~~Time Skip to When Everybody Else is at the Museum~~
Miel, after reading from his psychology and crime book to refresh himself and feeding himself and his Pokemon, he set off with Boto on his shoulder toward the museum. It was quite a hot and dreary day. He preferred it if it were overcast, but he couldn't exactly complain now.
After he finally made it to the entrance, he raised an eyebrow at the man in the fursuit. He swore it could've been his silly younger brother, but he knew Stror was back home, tending to his Pokemon. That sibling intuition was happening again, and he was glad for it. It would've been hilarious, but still embarrassing to have Stror start making inappropriate jokes about his half police attire. He walked on into the museum, the air conditioning gracing his body and saving Boto the torment of being underneath that dreadful sun.
After taking a moment to thank the man who invented air conditioning, he walked over to the lady, who was already talking with a poorly-dressed man trying to be a private eye. There was a cop nearby, as well as a wealthy-looking lady, a young lady with a Weavile on her back, and a man with a stump for an arm, something he could tell from looking at this angle that there seemed to be a lack of defining shape in the sleeve. The lady looked like a tour guide of the area. He walked over to the man and the lady by the register, and saw the fee for entering on a nearby sign. He fished for his wallet from his back pocket, and gave her a 10 PokeDollar bill. He then showed his official police badge, the license saying Mielshtrix Pabith Darastrix on it with his picture. Underneath it was also his blood type, which was O+, height (which was 6'04" or 1.9 m), weight (which was 200 lbs or 90.7 kg), and his level or rank in the police force, that being a Crime Psychologist and Interrogator. He gave the lady his wallet containing his badge so she could see it easier. He knew what it was like to have to wear glasses to read things. His eyesight was less than stellar. His Delibird landed on the table with a few flaps, fixing his monocle. He seemed to be quite proud of his glossy appearance from his bath. The startling amount of investigative material in his tail-sac wouldn't be that hard to spot, even for someone who was blind as a Zubat.
