Akari (
arceusstansme) wrote in
bottlecaplogs2025-04-03 03:40 pm
Earning her keep
Who: Akari and any poor sod who crosses her path.
What: Akari is here to prove her worth to Bottlecap Bay. Whether you like it or not.
Where: Bottlecap Bay
When: Sometime during April (all of it)
Warnings: Swearing, the traumas:tm:
Some people (or, well, Pokémon) would take a day or two to adjust to having their bodies shaped into something new and thrown into a new location. Maybe take a moment to adjust to any weird dysmorphia about suddenly having no fingers or being a sentient bag of garbage (which, let's be real, isn't a change for some people.)
Akari on the other hand started to work. Someone needed a berry delivered from point A to point B without being eaten somewhere in the middle? Akari was on it. Needed someone to go tell their kid who was playing dangerously close to a ledge to stop it? Akari was already there. It didn't matter; it seemed like the moment someone looked mildly uncomfortable, the Cyndaquil was already there trying to fix an ill or find something.
It would be impressive if it seemed like she took a break. Or if she didn't seem like she was just sitting in traffic waiting for a light to turn as she listened to whatever someone needed. It was also obvious she was also trying to make sure the task was done 100 percent, even if she checked back in with the person like she was throwing a cigarette butt at them when she was done.
That was just the nature of her. Sometimes you might see her resting her feet for a second or two; other times you might see her waiting for someone or something to appear to give a message or deliver something. Or sometimes, she might stop and stare at you for a moment before asking if you needed help.
What: Akari is here to prove her worth to Bottlecap Bay. Whether you like it or not.
Where: Bottlecap Bay
When: Sometime during April (all of it)
Warnings: Swearing, the traumas:tm:
Some people (or, well, Pokémon) would take a day or two to adjust to having their bodies shaped into something new and thrown into a new location. Maybe take a moment to adjust to any weird dysmorphia about suddenly having no fingers or being a sentient bag of garbage (which, let's be real, isn't a change for some people.)
Akari on the other hand started to work. Someone needed a berry delivered from point A to point B without being eaten somewhere in the middle? Akari was on it. Needed someone to go tell their kid who was playing dangerously close to a ledge to stop it? Akari was already there. It didn't matter; it seemed like the moment someone looked mildly uncomfortable, the Cyndaquil was already there trying to fix an ill or find something.
It would be impressive if it seemed like she took a break. Or if she didn't seem like she was just sitting in traffic waiting for a light to turn as she listened to whatever someone needed. It was also obvious she was also trying to make sure the task was done 100 percent, even if she checked back in with the person like she was throwing a cigarette butt at them when she was done.
That was just the nature of her. Sometimes you might see her resting her feet for a second or two; other times you might see her waiting for someone or something to appear to give a message or deliver something. Or sometimes, she might stop and stare at you for a moment before asking if you needed help.

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Eventually, he'll break his watchful silence, head cocked to the side.
"Not one for breaks, I take it."
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"Nope, I can rest when I am tired, or dead, whichever comes first." she said easily.
"Besides, we all know that in villages like this, you got to earn your keep. So insurance."
Insurance that will still not work if something goes wrong and everyone has it in their heads somehow she is to blame. But hey, over it! She doesn't dwell (she dwells).
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She points out, not so helpfully.
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He hops down, swooping toward the ground. "I know 'the grind' all too well. Juggling school work, detective work, and... certain other affairs was a regular part of my routine."
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She said, simply, she didn't want to be caught being 'weak' or even 'mildly vulnerable'.
"See, you had to worry about school. Awful! I didn't and still don't."
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Sorry, Akari. He has to rain on your parade with his nerd wisdom.
"Though, if you don't attend school, how does anyone in your world receive an education?"
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Stop being a nerd, gosh!
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"...So how common is literacy? Are there books? Written records?"
He's looking very attentively now. His nerding cannot be contained.
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She nods as she says that.
"It includes things like Catch 500 Bidoof, or see a Magikarp used splash 100 times and stuff."
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Um... That's... rather a lot, Akari. A concerning number, in fact.
"Setting aside the likelihood of hyperbole, wouldn't that disrupt local ecosystems? Not to mention, that would be a rather large sum of mouths to feed, even if it were loser to the dozens."
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Melli with his level 22 Zubat. Really?
"If a Pokémon doesn't want to be with you, it can break out of the ball."
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[Paras.]
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[That smirk on his beak suggests he's having a bit too much fun discussing this... that, or he just finds it amusing.]
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[Akari started.]
I have been all over Hisui, I have run from Alpha Garchomps, caught Gods and been plopped into the middle of a horde of angry Pokémon.
But Paras. They are nosey, and I know they have developed a taste for human flesh. Doesn't matter if they are small or big.
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[His voice drips with skepticism.]
Grass and bug hybrid Pokémon that are easily dispatched with fire or flying type moves, and they're the ones that scare you?
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And chase you. And keep chasing you longer than any Alpha ever has.
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[You'll have to forgive him, Akari. There's some jargon he doesn't get yet.]
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[He gestures with his wings, feathers slightly ruffled.]
But instead, I'm stuck at the size of a volleyball.
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