First step

[wrappedwarm]

Who: Mikasa Ackerman and ??

Where: Route 29 and Cherrygrove City

When: Second half of August

Summary: Just a new trainer setting off

Rating: E for everyone

Log:


A. Runaway - Route 29
[This place again... Being in New Bark Town itself wasn't that bad. Other than the strange lady who'd been calling herself Mikasa's mother. Something Mikasa knew wasn't right. So she'd bolted, taking her bag and new pokemon with her. She'd headed off to Cherrygrove City.

Apparently, the route was an almost straight line. It seemed easy enough to follow. Even with all the distractions, the Pawniard kept pausing to look and point it's bladed hands at passing wild pokemon. Waiting for the command, though Mikasa just shook her head. Declining the fight.

Only for a...pink cat? To drift out of a tree and bounce off of both Mikasa and new companion's heads. The dandelion mon was light it just floated off afterwards. Mikasa wasn't bothered, but the Pawniard. So offended. She gave a little hiss, raising her blade hands and darted off in chase, swiping at everything in her path.

Oh...That wasn't good.]

B. First day on the job - Cherrygrove
[Mikasa had never worked before. Not like this. She'd done chores like collect the firewood, clean, catch caterpillars in the vegetable patch. But this was different, very different. She'd be getting paid and they'd even given her a little cap and apron to show she worked there.

And she was determined to do a good job. So there she was, the most serious little nursing assistant.

Even if her only duties, for the time being, was refilling water and food bowls for patients. Bringing bandages when asked. But she was a diligent little worker, quickly scurrying around taller patrons' legs and darting around the pokemon center.

She was helping.]

C. Close-knit friends - Cherrygrove
[There were a lot of new things here... Food, drinks, machines. Mikasa didn't know what 99% of it was, how it worked or why it existed. So she'd just ignored it and gone about her day.

It left her new pay packet relatively untouched. The girl had only spent what she needed to, with one exception. While wandering around the city she found a little haberdashery shop. It sold a myriad of textiles in all different shades. For a good few moments, Mikasa just stared blankly, her hand reaching up to pet a particularly fuzzy fleece.

She was so enamored that she didn't even notice the own giggling behind the counter.

Eventually, after much petting and prodding, she'd found something familiar. Yarn! Granted, it was a soft pastel green, a shade Mikasa had never seen wool come in, like freshly sprouted plants.

Armed with her skein and a set of knitting needles she sat on a bench and got to work. Her Pawniard dutifully sat next to her, the ball of yarn in her lap. The little pokemon scowled up at anyone who neared. No, she didn't know what Boss was doing but that didn't matter. She'd keep guard. Though after an hour, Mikasa stopped knitting, even if she didn't cast-off her needles yet. She wasn't sure if she was done yet. So she held up a scrap of fabric, loosely wrapping it around the pokemon's neck. Checking it was long enough...]

"The lady said you're weak to cold..."

[Ah yes, that's how type effectiveness worked.]

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[dejabrewed]

[ it was certainly strange just how many young children appeared in this place, but sandalphon really paid it no matter. but this young one caught his attention by placing a knitted scarf on her pokemon, stating it to be weak to cold. the angel had to restrain his laughter-- it was an attempt to understand, at least.

the pawniard could scowl all she want, sandalphon is unwavering. ]

I think you've got it mixed up, little one. The lady meant that if your friend were to be hit by ice attacks, they'd get hurt a lot more than another pokémon would. But that's not to say that you couldn't give your friend a scarf.

[ it was secretly cute. not that he was going to admit it. ]

[wrappedwarm]

[The pokemon would keep up the scowl. No judging, hmph. Even as Mikasa kept trying to finish up the scarf now it was long enough. It wasn't a perfect piece, there was a few slipped stitches, but she'd tried to help the weird creature.

Mikasa joined her pokemon in frowning up at the man, for different reasons. Then she wilted. In response, the Pawniard bristled, lifting their knife hands.]

So this won't help...[But Mikasa looked up again, blinking.] Does that mean they'll get hurt if it snows too?

[dejabrewed]

[ the wilt made him flinch, but he maintains his composure so he can explain further. ]

I don't believe the weather will affect it, but the scarf should definitely protect it in case it does. [ he doesn't know much about pokémon either so he doesn't want to say any definite, just in case she gets any ideas. ]

But from the looks of it, I don't think you have to worry about your friend there.

[wrappedwarm]

[It was fine, just a baby trainer's first taste of failure. But she was learning(?), nodding as she listened. Absorbing this new information, even if she didn't really plan on fighting. She just wanted to take care of her new buddy. Even if said buddy was ready for stabbing, they were just like that.

...Though she did doubt that weather wouldn't affect them. Most of the Pokemon she'd seen had just been animals, strange animals. Even if her's seemed to be made of metal. Not that it mattered too much for a fight because-]

The lady said I should go out and train it for gyms... But I'm okay working here.

[Behold the least ambitious trainer. Mikasa was fine with a simple existence working. Though the Pawniard did hang their head, they wanted to stab.]

[dejabrewed]

[ sandalphon noticed the pawniard hang his head, and mikasa's lack of motivation. sure, the calm of the world they were now in sure assisted in letting others make this world their own. but the millennia old angel couldn't help but feel that her answer was... lackluster, at best.

maybe it was the prison sentence. maybe it was the need to know how everything works. but sandalphon knew what he wanted, and he shouldn't force it onto others. but also... ]

Why do you not want to try the gyms? I see it as a good thing for the pokémon.

[wrappedwarm]

[Mikasa was just a simple farm girl. She'd never been keen on Eren joining the scouts and so that left her oddly out of place in a town where the kids were sent out. Into the wilderness.

To her credit though, she did listen. Even if she didn't think much about it.]

Won't they get hurt? [Though her one was... maybe a little too into the idea of fighting. Mikasa wasn't sure. But it'd rushed off to harass the local wildlife enough times. It reminded her of someone... But she kept peering up.]

[dejabrewed]

They do, but that's why Pokémon Centers, as well as potions and the like exist. They help us take care of our pokémon, so if they ever do get hurt, we have a place we can take them.

[ and noting just how much her pokémon was glaring at him earlier, something told him that she should at least try. if only for its sake. ]

[wrappedwarm]

[The Pawniard's tune had changed a little now he was talking. Yes, this was relevant to their interests. To fight stronger pokemon, they had to be with a trainer. But their trainer hadn't gone very far.]

I don't get it... Why do they like them fighting so much? [This place was so weird, she couldn't help frowning up at him.]

[dejabrewed]

I believe its instinct for some, nothing more. But for others, like Gabriel here, prefer calmer lives.

[ gabriel, sandalphon's milcery, makes its merry way over to the girl and the pawniard, happy to make friends with a happy coo. ]

[wrappedwarm]

Mine has knives for hands... [Dryily, oh so dryly as the pawniard lifted said hands. Jutting one out towards the milcery. Rude.] I don't think it's calmer.

[Given it was trying to stab the friendly.]

[dejabrewed]

[ sandalphon had to breathe for a moment, reminding himself that this was a child he was speaking to. no need to sass her for being so blunt. not to mention the threat toward gabriel's life.

he's watching you, pawniard. ]

Which is why I believe Gyms may help. If they're too tired to act, then maybe it'll try to hurt you and others less.

[wrappedwarm]

[It's fine, maybe?? The Pawniard didn't move to stand from where it was seated. Even if it was swiping. Not that Mikasa was watching now, she was thinking about the man's words. Staring at him. Then giving a nod, it made sense.]

So I should make it fight other ones that want to fight?

[dejabrewed]

[ a nod. ] Exactly. It'll be easier on everyone, including you.

[wrappedwarm]

[Ahh, she nodded in return.]

So I just have to find people who want their animals to fight? [Then let her one free. Sounded easy enough.]

[dejabrewed]

Yes, essentially. It's a lot more complicated than it sounds.

[ but hey, the basics is better than nothing. ] But if you plan on travelling, then no one will let you into a routes without a Pokémon.

[wrappedwarm]

Because the other ones might attack me? [Makes sense. But now he'd made her think of something else. Her head tilting up at him.]

What do the people without pokemon do? [Were they just trapped in town.]

[dejabrewed]

[ A nod. She put it best.

but that second statement made him think. ] I believe they simply hire those who do have pokémon, yes. Trapped is a good word to use here, too.

[wrappedwarm]

But I can travel alone. [She wasn't sure what to make of that. She didn't like being completely alone, but it was better than being stuck with some of the strange locals.

She lifted her head, tilting it at him.] Do you travel a lot Mister..?

[dejabrewed]

Travelling alone is difficult after some time.

[ that question makes him stop for a second, but it was unnoticeable aside from his eyebrows raising just a tad. ] I've travelled to many places, yes. This is just a new place to see.

[wrappedwarm]

Doesn't it get easier? [Once you have more experience. Not that Mikasa knew, she'd never been alone. Not wholly, not like she almost was here. But there had been so many strange things that it'd not really sunk in.]

...Is it the weirdest place? [People are nice here???]

[dejabrewed]

Depends on the person. [ he's been alone for far too long to even entertain the idea of travelling alone. ]

On the contrary, it's quite interesting. [ his mouth showed a sliver of a smile. ] These creatures are quite entertaining to watch.

[wrappedwarm]

[That just got some silent nodding.] They are. I saw one and it looked like a big fruit but it was walking... Then a bird took it.

[Nature. It really be like that.]

B. First day on the job - Cherrygrove

[lanceroflove]

[A woman steps within, her cool demeanor seemingly standing out. She held within her hands a bouquet of flowers. Rather then looking for a Pokemon injured, she were looking for a person. One that she accidentally flung herself after, having sent them to the locale pokemon center to get bandaging. After apologizing profusely to the Jennies for her actions, and wandering around pondering how to remedy this. The woman wanted to offer her condolences to the person.

Except, without seeing them face to face. She finds the young one walking about, watching as she attempted to help those that she could. Inevitably after some time, she breaks her silence. The awkward woman who seemed to stand there, frigid alike ice. Finally moves toward the girl, offering the bouquet of flowers.]

... Can you give this... To the man... Who was injured by another person....

[wrappedwarm]

[There was only so much a little, inexperienced part-timer could do. At first, the woman was... Completely ignored, Mikasa focusing on her tasks. Only giving the woman a brief glance when she'd first arrived before filing her as 'not a patient and getting on with things.

She only stopped and paid attention when the woman spoke. A determined frown creeping onto her face, then she gave a silent nod. Reaching up to hug the bouquet and scurrying down the hall.

...Only to return less than a minute later, her face still set in that grim frown.]

There's more than one.