Earning her keep

[arceusstansme]

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.

Comments

[bladeofnymeia]

[Firoza had just been taking some sun, really. Taking a breather, letting the wind hit her face for once...let's say Akari approaches from the left, because after a moment, Firoza notices her presence, eyes prickling on her, and she hastily pulls a blue bandana from around her neck over her snout.]

Erm, help? No...I'm well, thank you. Did you need some help?

[Just turn the question around on ya there.]

[seacub]

And you know what?? Who can blame Akari for assuming a tiny cubone needs help, if the cubone isn't wearing the skull. Peeled. Peeled cubone, that's what this is, and sure the skull is hanging on his back like a morbid backpack but that isn't where cubone helmets go.

They go on heads.

Clearly, something is wrong, even as the little scarred up cubone says- "Oh. Uh...not really? I'm just looking for someone who does hat orders, I should be fine."

[offtracks]

[Ingo, quite frankly, spends a lot of his days doing something similar. He's got a more relaxed pace about it, but he also knows the value of proving your worth early on. Not everyone in the Pearl Clan was as willing to accept him without question as Irida.

Presumably he's someone she wouldn't approach for help - that's not really something he's ever needed from her, unless battling in an attempt to regain memories counts - but he does wander over at some point when neither of them is on a job.]

You seem to be keeping busy already! I have seen you all over town today!

[dripdrive]

Much like Akari, Anasui is new and also quick to adapt to the situation at hand. However, very much unlike her, he is far less willing to help out. Yes, he's been volunteering at the medical center, but he's been just doing his fair share, not bustling for yet another task.

Thankfully, he's done for the day. Good. His headache is getting worse. The Espathra stops outside the clinic, and closes his eyes, as if that will settle his throbbing headache.

No such luck. However, when he opens them, he will notice Akari. The long-necked Pokemon turns to Akari and scowls.

"... Help? Do I look like I need help?" Someone is cranky~

[truthdecided]

Akari may have noticed a shadow flying over her while running around doing busywork. Perhaps she may even spot a certain bird perched on rooftops watching her.

Eventually, he'll break his watchful silence, head cocked to the side.

"Not one for breaks, I take it."

[shotinhead]

There were many people who knew how to not stop working around. But as the Cyndaquil was moving to grab a small package of berries and other gifts from one Pokemon to take to another, quite suddenly, a Dragonite leaned down, grabbing the package with his claws.

A Dragonite with many scars, and a bit of a frown. "I believe they deserve a proper Courier."