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victory_road2021-08-16 08:25 pm
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First step
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.]
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.]