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Post by seiren on Jul 12, 2012 14:24:38 GMT -5
The Sun bore down mercilessly on Julia’s back, clawing spitefully at her coat and scarf in stifling waves of heat. What, if it couldn’t burn her skin, it was going to roast her alive instead? She ignored it as best she could – which, all things considered, was very well indeed, although she was feeling the need for a shower more and more with every passing second – and continued down the dusty trail, thankful for the scarf wrapped firmly around her neck and the lower half of her face; there was a moderate breeze, and road dust was not to her tastes. Adding choking to her list of steadily-growing grievances was not a high priority.
She had been in the Cheyenne Region for a little under a day, and already she despised the place. The room service at the little bed-and-breakfast she had spent last night was lousy, the cost had been outrageous, the people were noisy and rude, and now she was stuck out in this miserable summer weather, slowly being roasted alive in her own clothes because she refused to be burned to a crisp. Not to mention Cheyenne was seven hours behind. She was going to be feeling that for the next few days. Perhaps she should have put this off for a few more months; waiting for Autumn wouldn’t have killed her, and being wet was much more preferable to being cooked. It was a bit late for that, though. So she continued down the trail, letting her feet take her where they would, not particularly caring either way. Something would happen eventually; she couldn’t walk forever. Unless Cheyenne was barely populated at all…which would explain why she had never heard of it before now. Now, wouldn’t that be a fine joke?
Illyria shifted restlessly, prompting Julia to shake her head slightly, letting the little hitchhiker know her displeasure; barely a movement, to her passenger it would be the equivalent of a mild earthquake, or a rather nasty rollercoaster, but it served her right for moving. Bad enough that she had a bug riding in her hair as it was, but the least she – it – could do was sit still. It took an immense amount of effort not to reach up and scratch whenever she felt it moving around, and the last time she had come into contact with that bug’s body, she had received a nasty electric shock. Damnit, but it was her body in the first place! It shouldn’t even be up there! Efforts to dislodge the creature only resulting in teary eyes – really now, who would have thought a bug could even GET teary-eyed?! – and her hopping back up there the second Julia’s back was turned. It was more trouble than it was worth, and she wasn’t doing any harm up there…so long as she sat still. It was like she wasn’t even there…which was perhaps the only reason Julia hadn’t ground her underfoot long before now. That, plus it would make a mess of her boots; the little things always had the most in them. She had seen the impact bugs could make on car windshields, and how long it took to clean it off, and the last thing she wanted was Joltik guts on the sole of her boot.
As if sensing her thoughts (or perhaps finding a comfortable position) Illyria became perfectly motionless once again, a weightless, forgettable presence hiding somewhere within her hair, likely with her head stuck out, having made a nice little chair for herself, enjoying the ride. Life was tough; it always seemed to be everyone else getting a free ride. Well, at least Julia didn’t have to carry her around in her arms; like she had seen some trainers do with their Pokémon. That would have been more trouble than it was worth. But, nonetheless…
“You’re a bloody nuisance.” she muttered aloud, more to herself than to the Joltik, not entirely sure why she said it, only that it felt right to say it. This entire thing was a bloody nuisance. She didn’t really want to get involved with stuffy lab types, which was why when she had come across the sign, she had promptly gone in the opposite direction. She did not need to be given instructions on things she already knew, or handed some pathetically weak run-of-the-mill starter Pokémon; she already had worse than that lodged in her hair. Better for her to be on her way sooner, rather than later. Yet this oversized tent was in her way, and since the most convenient way around it was through it, she would be going through it. She’d be damned if she was taking the long way around.
Not only that, but she was marginally curious…a tent in the middle of nowhere? What, was this a circus or something? She frowned, taking in her surroundings with a long, steady glance, unblinking. Well, the people in those hideous orange uniforms didn’t look like clowns…at least, not traditional clowns. They certainly WERE clowns, to be dressed in that kind of getup. Maybe they were pest control. That’d be handy; they could get this stupid bug out of her hair. But the sign had said something about a Ranger Station or something; she hadn’t really been paying attention. Were these people Pokémon Rangers? Julia snorted aloud, not caring who heard her, or what they made of it. She knew all about Pokémon Rangers, of course; the great protectors of people and Pokémon alike, and all that malarkey. Just like the superheroes in the comic books…right down to the stupid costumes.
Well, she’d come this far, and if she turned her back now, she’d probably wind up being chased down. Might as well make the most of it. Who knows…perhaps this clowns would have something of use to her. Resisting the urge to sigh, she moved up to the tent, waiting for someone to notice her. There were enough of them, so unless they were all blind – and, dressed in orange, she wouldn’t be surprised if they WERE all blind – one would notice her shortly…
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 13, 2012 14:44:42 GMT -5
::rangerm:: ::wartortle:: ----- RANGER JAGGER & CAPPY !
♔ Age 30. Male. Forced to work at the Ranger Station because of his father. Hates his job. Envious and prideful.
"Danny! Why can't we turn the air on?" A raspy voice called out from inside the tent, leaving much to the imagination for those that were outside. His voice was scratchy, coughing up some flem as he attempted to speak. "Ahhhhehm. I'm dying here." A gentle fan swooshed left and right like a calm breeze, lazily strolling around the tent to circulate the air. It was unheard of to have an air conditioner in a giant circus tent, but for some odd reason, Ranger Jagger thought that this was the norm. He was sweltering under the heat of the sun, which was only magnified by staying in doors. Sweat was building up by his underarms, and he could feel the back of his shirt grow increasingly damp as he leaned against the back of the chair. He sounded old and grouchy, when he was really in the prime of his life. If only things didn't take such a bad turn, then maybe he wouldn't be stuck taking this craptacular job. "I'm tellin' ya, there's no AC out in the country. Live with it." An exasperated coworker replied as he opened up the cooler, shifting his hand through a mix of bottles and melted ice as if he was bobbing for apples.
Danny's hand was dripping as he yanked out a bottle of flavored water, enjoying the sting of the cold as he slammed the cooler shut. "Dannnyyyy." Jagger turned his head upside down to stare at his coworker, half expecting the Ranger to give him the bottle. All he could was a skeptical look and a casual shrug, which sort of pissed him off. "You have a Wartortle around here, don't ya? Why don't you use him for water." Danny headed out of the tent, eager to get out of the heat of the indoors. It would eventually cool off as the sun went down, but for now, sticking to the breeze was the best way to avoid heat exhaustion. "Where ya going? Don't leave me here." Jagger kept calling, but Danny was already gone.
The 20 something year old casually passed by Julia, eying her up and down as he hesitated in his spot. He knew it wouldn't be right to simply walk by and ignore her, and the chance to screw around with his mediocre friend couldn't be passed up. "I'd love to help you, miss. But I'm on my break. My coworker can help you out though. See if you can kick him off his lazy ass for me." Danny took a swig of his bottle, lifting his fingers at her in a half assed attempt to wave 'good-bye'. There wasn't much room for interaction with the Danster, but Jagger had no room to escape. The lazy Ranger continued to mope around inside the Ranger Station, having absolutely no words for the horror of his situation.
"This place is like a frickin' sauna. My god..." Jagger panted, scratching at the small stubs of hair on his chinny chin chin. For some reason, he really liked the texture of a recently shaved beard. It made him look unclean, but he wasn't one to care about appearances. <Hmm...I wonder if he'll like the yellow flowers or the pink ones.> A Wartortle was mingling outside of the tent, holding several wild flowers in his arms as he gave them a sniff. Though it wasn't obvious until you looked at a certain scarf tied around his arm, he was a Ranger Pokemon. The Wartortle knew full well that his trainer was an irritable grouch because of the heat, but he wasn't going to just leave Jagger like that. Oh no, he was going to try and cheer him up. Everyone liked flowers, so why not give him flowers? His logic seemed perfectly reasonable when he first left the tent, but he soon discovered a problem when he couldn't figure out which Ranger Jagger would like more.
It was quite the predicament on his hands, and Cappy seriously had a problem. It was just his luck that Julia had to be standing within his vision, and girls had such a knack for style and beauty! Perhaps she could help him out! Clearing up his throat as he tottered after her, he waved and gave her a friendly smile. Most humans couldn't understand Pokemon, but he had a simple solution to the language barrier. Holding up a pink flower in one hand and a yellow one in another, he offered one to her to see which one she took. <Hello! Do you like yellow or pink flowers?> He grinned, hoping to find an answer soon before he surprised Jagger with them.
::wartortle:: Cappy Level 30 - Male Sensitive - Docile - Feminine
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: Yumekui Merry OST - Critical Moment ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by seiren on Jul 13, 2012 16:06:19 GMT -5
The wonderful sound of whining reached Julia’s ears, putting the frown back on her face and multiplying it significantly. Oh, wasn’t that wonderful? Whining. Just what she needed to improve her mood. The voices inside set her teeth on edge; it was all she could do not to stride up into the tent and give the pair of them a damn good slap. So life was tough! Big bloody deal! At least they hadn’t spent the night in a second-rate hotel.
One of the two men passed her then, their conversation evidently over, taking her in with a cursory, dismissive glance – who the hell did he think he was? – before telling her to wait to be seen to, since he was on a break. Oh, wasn’t THAT the perfect excuse? On a break. Like hell he was on a damn break; that was the standard line men used when they didn’t want to do something, and she wasn’t putting up with it:
“Well, that’s bloody helpful of you, I’m sure.” Julia snapped, not even bothering to hide her irritation. Help her what, precisely? When had she asked for help? And why in the name of everything sacred would she want to do his job for him? Presumably he was the boss around here – if he wasn’t, he was going to be in for it when the boss found out he was slacking, and she would be more than happy to tell them for the way he had spoken to her alone – in which case, he was supposed to motivate his employees. If looks could kill, the man would have been instantly reduced to a pile of smouldering ashes, as she glared at his retreating back. What had his name been? Danny? He’d just made the list, for being a lazy and ignorant ass, and leaving her with his lazy co-worker. How the hell was she supposed to deal with him? Of course, she could enter the tent and beat some sense into him, but it was far too hot to be doing anything like that.
Illyria shifted restlessly in her hair again, sending stray strands flying into her face; that was the last straw, and it provided the ideal focal point for her newfound anger. “Will you sit still?! For crying out loud.” Julia snarled, fighting the urge to rake her fingers through her hair. The last thing she needed was an electric shock…or bug guts in her hair. That would be very unpleasant in this heat, and knowing her luck, it’d probably attract mosquitoes or flies or whatever the hell this awful place by way of small pests. Knowing her luck, another bloody Joltik or two would make a nest in her hair.
A Pokémon approached her then, babbling away in its nonsensical voice – honestly, she KNEW it was a Wartortle, why did it have to tell her constantly by repeating its name over and over? – holding up two flowers, looking immensely pleased with itself. Illyria hopped from her hair and settled in the yellow flower, blending almost completely into it, were it not for her stubby legs and luminous blue eyes, small pinpricks that almost made the petals appear as if it were wilting…which it could do, in this heat. Bloody miserable weather; how could anyone consider this slow roasting to be fun? Barking mad, the lot of them. Whilst the man’s constant whining was enough to set her teeth on edge, in one way she agreed with him: this was unbearable. Julia raised an eyebrow when the Wartortle finally stopped its babbling, a fractional lifting that spoke volumes.
“What? How am I supposed to know what you want? I’m a human, I don’t speak Pokémon.” she folded her arms irritably, surprised to find that she was irritated more due to the fact that Illyria had just hopped right out of her hair and onto the flower without a care in the world. So, THAT was how it was going to be, was it? Miserable little beast, treating her like a bloody taxi service. So much for loyalty. Although she made a mental note in the back of her mind to go somewhere with a lot of flowers whenever she had the chance; with luck, she could ditch the bug and finally be rid of it. “I don’t want your damn flowers, if that’s what you’re asking, and if you come any closer I’ll bloody well make you regret it. Sod off, and take that damn bug with you whilst you’re at it.”
Illyria sighed. Once again, it fell to her to cover for her trainer’s bad mood. “Sorry about her; she’s boat lagged. Don’t take it personally; she doesn’t mean anything by it.” she shuffled her front legs in her equivalent of a shrug. “I’m Illyria; that’s my trainer, Julia. We just got here, and—“
“Don’t you dare apologize for me, you miserable little pest!” she snapped, her tone cold enough to eclipse the surrounding heat entirely, as she correctly guessed what was passing between the two Pokémon. Illyria looked up apologetically at the Wartortle, but wisely kept her mouth shut. It was best not to aggravate Julia further; hopefully it would just see that she was hot, tired, and cranky, and not take it to heart. Honestly, this was why she didn’t have any friends to speak of; if she tried being nice, just for once…
“So, what, am I supposed to stand out here all day waiting for you to get off your ass and do your job?” she raised her voice to address the Ranger in the background, dismissing the Pokémon in front of her, her irritation growing by the second. There was no way in hell that she was going to go to this Ranger, who was supposed to “help” her. Help her what, exactly? At the moment, all he was doing was helping her get hotter. So much for the vaunted heroes of the people and Pokémon; they were a bunch of lazy morons who spent more time scratching their backsides and whining than they did their jobs. It seemed that no matter where you went, one thing remained at a constant: the incompetence of men. Wasn’t that just grand? “Or shall I come back later, when someone with half a damn brain is running the place?”
[ooc: I think I might be having a little too much fun playing the bitch. xD]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 13, 2012 17:58:24 GMT -5
----- RANGER JAGGER & CAPPY !
♔ Age 30. Male. Forced to work at the Ranger Station because of his father. Hates his job. Envious and prideful.
Danny could hear Julia perfectly well, but at the most he gave her a sidelong glance. She was not his problem, nor did he want her to be. He could only shake his head and chuckle to himself as he wandered off, completely amused at the situation he set his friend up for. He was sure going to be hearing about this one after his break, and he couldn't wait to see how that went. That only left the Wartortle with Julia and Illyria, and honestly the poor thing was left confounded at the human's bitterness towards life. Instantly worried at Julia's harsh tone towards Danny and the Joltik, the Wartortle cringed and took a frightened step backwards.
He didn't know how to react to people that were like this. It wasn't in the Ranger Guide, and most humans he knew were friendly. Jagger could get irritable, but he was never like this. It was a whole new tier of scary things that shouldn't be witnessed, and he was completely inexperienced. The docile Wartortle nervously looked down, too frightened to meet her gaze as she dissed his language. Even worse, she never took a flower from him. So much for his clever reasoning to cheer his own trainer up. It was an easy way to put the turtle in the dumps, and he had a hard time cheering up after feeling as if he was attacked. <I'm sorry, I'll go away.> He whimpered, not even realizing that Julia was here to get her first Pokemon. He probably was going to have to interact with her more than necessary, and it was going to suck. Damn.
Much to his surprise, the friendly Joltik hopped right onto his flowers. They were all squished and covered in Joltik fuzz, but Cappy didn't mind. He found himself entranced at the Joltik's friendly expression, not understanding how Julia's weave could give birth to such a creature. What else was in her hair anyways? He gave her hair do a conflicted stare, waiting for something else to come out at any moment. <It's ok, I think.> The Wartortle looked as if he was going to cry, but he did his best to hold in his tears. Julia didn't hate him, he figured. This was just boat lag, and he didn't do anything wrong. He was going to be ok, and he still had a chance to cheer his trainer up.
Jagger could hear the woman bitching from afar, and honestly that made him want to sit in his chair even more than before. "Agh...crazy lass." He grimaced at the thought of dealing with such a person, already guessing the kind of situation that was going to go down. He'd probably get a slap to the face for being 'perverted', a drink to his face for being 'selcouth', and he could only imagine the string of insults this chick could come up with on the spot. He didn't want to deal with any of it, but he had little choice. There weren't any other Rangers around here, and he had a job to do. As disgusting as this situation was, he had to man up. "Shaddup, I'm coming. Pain in the ass." He grunted, smoothing out his shirt as he wandered out into the open. At the last moment, he snatched a Starter Pack off of the desk to at least look like he did something productive.
"Here, ya impatient vag." He didn't even bother to hold back on the vulgarities, already pissed off from the summer heat. They were in the middle of a drought, weren't they? This absolutely sucked. It almost felt inhumane to be working outdoors like this, and he wasn't even getting paid. Oh no, this was supposed to be for a 'noble cause'. Noble his ass. It all came down to tradition, and it only left him bitter in the end. He tossed the light Starter Pack at Julia, expecting her to catch it with ease. <Jagger, um! I have flowers for you! A Joltik is on them, but she makes them cuter.> Cappy attempted to present the flowers to his trainer, but he only elicited a scowl from the Ranger. "And what the hell do you think you're doing? Playing in the flowers like a pansy. Other Rangers have Charizard and Salamence, and I get stuck with a flower lover. You're not even trying to be a Ranger Pokemon." Jagger ignored the kind gesture, instead rubbing his temples as if he was getting a headache from the Wartortle. <But...but...> Cappy started to tear up, feeling overwhelmed from the amount of negativity in the air. This was hardly fair to such a soft hearted creature! He couldn't understand why everyone had to be so angry!
CappyLevel 30 - Male Sensitive - Docile - Feminine You get: x 5 x 3 x1 x 1 x 1 x 1
⋆ GOSSIP: I can include the starter in the next post, and you'll be free to go~! ⋆ MUSIC: Yumekui Merry OST - Yumekui Merry ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by seiren on Jul 14, 2012 1:33:56 GMT -5
“Oh, so you’ve finally decided to get off your ass and do something? Maybe it will rain today after all.” she sniffed airily. She had no idea what a “vag” was, but no doubt it was something uncouth and insulting, and she had never been one to pass up an open invitation to a verbal sparring match. Unfortunately for this heat-addled male, he would find himself immensely outclassed by her superior intellect. He’d picked the wrong person to piss off. “Try not to strain yourself too much; I’m sure this is the most active you’ve been since you were born. Tell me, is it a requirement to be brainless and incompetent to be a Pokémon Ranger, or did your mental deficiency earn you pity from the people in charge?” her tone was cold enough to freeze magma, and her expression more than enough to stop a herd of stampeding Tauros in its tracks and send them scurrying in the opposite direction. Illyria shuddered. She was going all out on this poor man; she must be in a really bad mood. She felt the urge to apologise on her trainer’s behalf again – she really wasn’t as bad as she was making herself out to be – but could do little but sit quietly. After all, it’d just make her even angrier if she said anything.
It was at this point that it registered that she was being offered up to the Ranger, given that she was still sitting on the flowers. “Oh, these are for him? Sorry!” Illyria took a moment to smooth out the rumpled petals before hopping off the flowers, springing back up to land on Julia’s shoulder before scuttling up her neck and into her hair again, sending shivers down the girl’s spine; whilst the Joltik weighed next to nothing, her tiny feet scuttling along her neck gave her the chills. She grit her teeth, but said nothing – she was NOT going to react in front of this man. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Although he didn’t seem to be paying her any attention, being too busy shouting at his Wartortle. Annoyed, she cleared her throat loudly to get his attention again. Ignoring her? Who did he think he was talking to?
“I’d say you two were the perfect fit for one another.” Julia giggled lightly; a sound that she knew would likely set the man’s teeth on edge. What, he thought he had it bad? She was stuck with Illyria, who was a fraction of the size of the Wartortle, and preferred to sit in her hair. At least his Pokémon occasionally got out of his. Her foot tapped a steady rhythm out on the hard ground as her impatience mounted. As enjoyable as verbally castigating this pathetic excuse for a man was, he was hardly a worthy opponent…he was a complete waste of space, and a waste of her valuable time.
She gave him no opportunity to reply to her observation; better to keep him off balance, and she had better things to do than stand her in the scorching heat and talk to this brainless oaf all day. He was hardly stimulating conversation. “Well? Hurry up, you ignorant savage; I’m being roasted alive here, and the less time I have to put up with your stench, the better; you smell like the wrong end of a Tauros, and you don’t look much better. Have you been drinking? Do I have to do YOUR job for you now, as well?”
[OOC: Alrighty. Thanks for taking this :3]
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Jul 14, 2012 9:10:02 GMT -5
----- RANGER JAGGER & CAPPY !
♔ Age 30. Male. Forced to work at the Ranger Station because of his father. Hates his job. Envious and prideful.
Jagger couldn't believe his luck. He gets this glorious job from his father in middle of absolutely nowhere, or at least nowhere that had heard of air conditioning, television, and wifi. And on top of that, everyone he had to deal with was a whiny snot-nosed trainer who felt like they were entitled to something. Jagger was instantly defensive. His arms crossed over his chest, and he puffed his chest out in a very manly way, throwing his nose into the air so he could look down on the trainer and her Joltik. "I'd like to see you TRY and do my job." He quickly uncrossed his arms and pointed a threatening finger at her as he threw about his hard words. "People would KILL for my job!" As much as he hated his job... he would do anything and say anything to make himself look good. In truth he'd adore the person who came along and killed him for his job. His trainer's angry tone made Cappy upset. He whimpered, grabbing his big white ears and folding them down against his head, trying to drone out the sounds of his trainer's harsh voice.
While Jagger berated their guest at the Ranger's tent, someone was watching them curiously. The little pink poke'mon popped up out of the field of flowers, his head a similar color to the flowers around them. He vanished back down under the tall flowers as he ran towards the scene. As he got near to them you could see the grass moving where he parted it, and eventually his little humanoid body running through it. He slid up and bravely kicked Jagger in the leg. <THAT.> His first word as loud and powerful as any Jagger had spit out. But he was different. The Tyrogue wasn't speaking out of anger, but a purpose. <Is no way to speak to anyone! Let alone a lady!> He said accusingly, kicking Jagger again.
Jagger wailed and grabbed his shin as the powerful fighting type kicked him. He placed a hand on Cappy's head and used his Wartortle to keep his balance. "There is your poke'mon. You happy? Take him and leave." He commanded.
::tyrogue:: Level 3 Male Guts & Steadfast ( Tackle / Helping Hand / Fake Out / Foresight )
CappyLevel 30 - Male Sensitive - Docile - Feminine
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Post by seiren on Jul 15, 2012 7:20:18 GMT -5
Julia raised an eyebrow as the man folded his arms; trying his best to tower over her in what he probably thought was an intimidating manner. What it actually did was make him look even more ridiculous than before, and his instantly snappy manner wasn’t going to earn him any points; if anything, it was only adding more fuel to the fire. Julia laughed in response, a humourless sound. Looks like she’d hit a nerve. Wasn’t that a shame? He really wasn’t worth her time after all if he settled for mindless intimidation because he didn’t have the mental capacity to communicate. But the least she could do was put him in his place before she left; she wasn’t some child who could be bullied.
“Oh yes, I’m sure that many people would kill to be paid to do nothing but sit around on their backside and drink cups tea all day. Such a challenging line of work, I’m sure.” her voice dripped with sarcasm as she brought her hands together in mock applause. “I’m sure you worked very hard to reach your current position. However do you manage?” she affected a wide-eyed innocence, peering up at him.
Although this did not last long; her laughter redoubled as a small Pokémon appeared from the cover of the flowers at that moment, launching several nasty-looking kicks at the man’s leg. Further inspection revealed it to be a Tyrogue, unless she had missed her guess. A fighting-type…a rather puny one. But it was doing a rather good job on the Ranger’s shins, so maybe it wasn’t entirely unsalvageable. From within her hair, Illyria winced at the blows, as much at a loss for words as the Wartortle. There wasn’t much else she could do but let them fight it out…after all; Julia would only tell her to be quiet again.
Julia was faintly surprised when he told her that the Pokémon was for her (after all, she had not bothered to read the sign) but masked it by kneeling down to study the Tyrogue, peering into its eyes. Well, you had to start somewhere. Whether it had been protecting her honour – now, wasn’t that a quaint notion! – or just didn’t like the man, already they had something in common. Yes, she could definitely work with this. It was a significant step up from the bug in her hair, anyway.
“Yes, I think he’ll do nicely. Come along, then; there is a rather nasty smell in the air around here, although I can’t imagine what the source might be. Do keep up the good work, won’t you?” she said smugly by way of farewell, unable to keep the smirk off her face. Well, that had turned to be a rather amusing little encounter. She had absolutely no idea what the Pokémon at her side had said whilst he was kicking the man, although the act alone put him in her good books. Maybe he’d learned a few manners. Although it seemed unlikely; some men were incorrigible no matter how many times you beat them, and he had the look of one such man. Oh well. Even if she had had the time to correct his manners, she wouldn’t have bothered; after all, the Cheyenne Region stretched out in front of her. It was time to be getting underway.
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