[ As usual, Courier Six is out on his mail route. His patrol, back in town. He does it daily, whenever he can, to help keep some sort of routine. It helps him keep his head a little straight.
And it helps him keep an eye on whatever Pokemon have just arrived. Though, as he sees the Tinkaton, there's a bit of a pause. ] ...Parvati?
[ It's said a little awkwardly, as if he's questioning if that's her name, if she's here. ]
[ parvati's been out on an explore all morning; she's not really had the opportunity just yet, instead having been dutifully surveying the spire for the problems laid out to her by mightyena. so when she hears a familiar voice, she spins around on her heel. ]
Heh, I figured. Maybe you could show me around? I've not really had the chance to explore town yet. Soooo busy. [ she rubs the back of her head with her free hand. yes she's still lugging her hammer around don't worry about it. ]
O-oh, this? [ casting a glance up at it. ] Came with it. Literally. It was next to me when I woke up, so I think it's just part of this Pokemon I turned into?
[ didn't seem like anyone else had stuff like that, though... ]
I've just... I dunno, felt an urge to lug it around everywhere?
Oh! Like Mimikyu! [ A beat. ] I dunno if you've seen the two of 'em - Ring and Shoka - but they're actually not those rags, they actually feel like they gotta keep 'em on. [ Toddle toddle. Slow walk. ] I don't think it's common, though. Like, I could take off this scarf, it's not normal for my species.
...Uh. But I won't. It's comfy. [ plus u know. u know why he likes wearing scarf :3 ]
[ Honestly, what luck that he managed to run into a complete stranger looking at the same quest as him at the same time. Even better that she seems new and enthusiastic, the perfect opportunity to keep himself focused on mentoring and not talk about last month's shenanigans. ]
Alright, Parvati. Here's the plan.
[ He keeps himself low to the ground as they approach the haunted garden patch, almost like a real dog on a hunt. ]
I'll use Roar to scare them out of hiding, then jump in with a Discharge. That's a widespread move, so stay back to not get hit. Then we can clean up any stragglers with that.
[ He motions his snout toward that hammer of hers. Quite the ideal weapon for smashing gourds, honestly. His tail swishes as he readies for the fight. ] And don't worry. I'll watch your back, so just do what feels natural, okay? [ What better way to initiate a newbie than some real fighting, after all. ]
[ parvati's pretty good at the staying low to the ground thing, but keeping the hammer that's three times her size low was another question entirely. she thinks she's doing an all right job -- with it balancing precariously off the ground and not being dragged in the dirt. she's peering past laios, listening as he talks and surveying the target as she normally would anyway. ]
Right, got it. [ she's not exactly sure what those words mean, but she can swing her hammer around a whole lot and hope for the best. oh, and gigaton hammer of course. ] I'm used to having to dodge those sorts of attacks coming from my crew anyway, so I'll probably be fine. [ and such were the famous last words of one parvati holcomb. ]
Should be easy if there ain't too many, we could be in and out real quick.
[ He nods, eyes lingering on her hammer as he keeps going. Quite the heavy-lifter despite her size. That was one of the first things that caught his attention about her. ]
Oh, and just so you know, my Electric moves won't be doing much damage against them. They might be Ghosts, but they're also Grass-types. Easy to tell with them looking like pumpkins. [ Because everyone knows what those are right.] Though the coloring's not exactly the same. A bit more black and brown than orange, so it shouldn't be hard to spot them either. [ He's so nailing this mentor thing. ]
Now if I can manage to get a few paralyzed, that should help slow them down too. [ A beat. His ears perk suddenly perk. ] Wait... did your crew fight anything like these before?
[ it's parvati. she doesn't know what a pumpkin is. she barely knows what most vegetables look like, even if she's heard names tossed around by other people before. she tilts her head to the side while listening -- this sounds almost like one of nyoka's explanations on big monsters, just as straight-forward and mostly easy, but missing the acid spraying mantipillars. a lot of things sprayed acid in halcyon, she's realising. ]
So, what, am I the one doing the bulk of the damage? [ not totally unheard of on her end. was a big part of her job on the adventuring half of it anyway. she glances at him. ] Because I have a Steel move or two. [ she hasn't actually put the time into working out what moves she has specifically beyond gigaton hammer yet anyway. ]
And, uh, no. Unless you count robots that float. Ghosts ain't a real thing where I'm from. I think. [ most ghost-related things had rational explanations. ]
[ A quick nod in affirmative, before adding: ] I do have non-Electric moves, but it's good practice for you to be our main offense today.
[ He makes a mental note of her possible typing. Fairy, he already had a guess at, simply based on her color, but Steel does make sense, considering her hammer. After this, he'll have to do some studying on her species. ]
Well... I don't know how robots work [ or what kind of monsters those even are ] but just use what feels comfortable first, and I'll jump in to back you up. They should be weakest to Fire and Dark moves, so maybe you'll even learn a new attack or two during this.
[ Laios could keep going on about the type chart now locked in his brain, but with that all said, he prepares himself to initiate the attack, glancing at her one more time. ]
Ready?
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[ parvati gives him another glance before looking out. ] I can just do that? Is that how that works? [ not wholly unheard of for her if we take game mechanics from her world literally, but still. ] Pretty sure I don't have any moves like that. [ whatever the case, many many hits to the head work still.
she raises her hammer slightly, giving a nod. ] Ready.
[On the whole, October was a complete bust. On top of whatever was happening (and is still happening) with Siffrin, now Noelle won't talk to her either, to say nothing of Conrad being added to her ever expanding list of friends snatched away by sudden, inexplicable comas. As if the morose days and restless nights weren't mortifying enough, she couldn't even muster the will to distract herself with quests as she often did. The best she can manage is finding a high place to languish and make crafts about it.
Perched on a rooftop in town, she tries to practice with a bit of crochet—but it seems she can't even do that right. She's barely started when her weary brain starts to wander, then inevitably shuts down. Hours pass in an instant; when awareness returns to her, startling her out of a now familiar trance, she finds that her hands have decided upon and finished the project without her.
It's a Pikachu, because of course it is. How could she have expected anything different?
It's round and all too chuck-able, mocking her with its tiny, stitched-on smile. A murderous impulse shoots through her; with a sharp hiss, she winds back her arm and throws. Halfway through the action, she regrets it (partly because she knows there are other Pokémon wandering the streets below and partly because the thought of inflicting harm on a Pikachu—even a yarn one—fills her with instinctual despair) and tries to pull her arm back, but it's already too late. The Pikachu is gone, sailing past the edge of the roof and tumbling down onto the street below.
From Parvati's point of view, she's just minding her own business and going about her day when a small, crocheted Pikachu doll drops right in front of her, delicately descended like a Pokéangel from Pokéheaven. It might even drop directly into her hands if her reaction speed is good enough.
Should she look up to search for its point of origin, she'll spot a black shape peering down from the nearby rooftop—something catlike and stiff, with pointed ears standing straight up in alarm. It almost resembles a plush toy—until it moves, pinning its ears back before it disappears from view, scurrying away from the roof's edge.]
[ parvati's been milling about town between working hard, in a very honest but still not good attempt at taking breaks and self care. because those things are totally normal and not at all foreign concepts to her. she's hammerless at present, heading back to perrin's place (or at least in the archives' general direction) to chill for a bit.
until it suddenly starts raining pikachus.
she instinctively reaches out to catch it, cupping the tiny thing in her palms with nothing but pure awe in her eyes. ] Where'd you come from, lil fella?
[ after spending a few seconds looking it over with nothing but genuine chidlike wonder you probably wouldn't expect of a twenty eight year old, she casts a glance upward to try and see if anyone had dropped it. she spies the black... creature top ten girls who do not know what a cat is, but before she's able to wave them down and ask, they're gone. weird.
still, parvati wants to investigate, and investigate she shall, running off in the general direction. ] Hey! Did you drop this! Hello! [ she almost forgets how weirdly high tinkatons can jump, the realisation hitting her as she holds the tiny pikachu close while she awkwardly begins to clamber up the buildings. nobody said she'd be graceful. ]
my only icon made from non-official art...isn't she perfect
[Having had nearly a year as a Mimikyu to hone her craft, Shoka is far more graceful in the way she navigates the rooftops, but she makes one simple mistake: assuming that Parvati won't care enough to do any climbing at all. Shoka barely makes it one more rooftop away before, thinking herself hidden away enough, she pauses—just in time for Parvati to come clambering into view.]
Geez—!
[Shoka springs backward like a startled feline, then has to wobble in place for a moment upon landing to regain her balance. It seems that the exhaustion from her hours-long crochet session is inevitably catching up to her.]
[ parvati stands a little dumbfounded, holding the little pikachu out. ] Don't you... want it back?
[ it's awfully weird to her to get defensive about dropping your stuff, but she supposes a pikachu from the firmament is a pretty niche thing. especially if you're the one to have dropped it -- that's probably embarrassing as void.
her shoulders are moving slowly in tandem with breaths, her awkwardly fast climbing catching up almost immediately. she wishes she had the stamina this little body was meant to beyond times where it was desperate -- but she didn't do a warmup. she supposes. ]
[For some reason, she was expecting Parvati to be pissed—wanting revenge for having something dropped on her head, maybe. But she really expended that much effort just trying to return the stupid thing to Shoka?]
I mean—I guess? I... sort of made it? Technically...
[Even if it doesn't really feel like she made it, the hands attached to her certainly did.
After a moment's hesitation, one spectral, tentacular arm snakes out from under her disguise. The claws at the end of that arm are jagged, savage-looking things, but they pluck the Pikachu doll out of Parvati's hand with surprising delicacy.]
Thanks... You—really didn't have to go through that much trouble though...
[She doesn't even really want the Pikachu back anyway. Its cute little face is still mocking her.]
[ parvati lets the tendril take the pikachu from her hands, waving a little at the plushie as if it were a living thing as shoka pulls it away. ]
Nah, it's all right. No dirt on my shoulders, or whatever. [ she rubs the back of her head bashfully. ] Things happen, even if I, uh, can't work out why you're on the roof with it. Only natural you'd drop it.
Because Perrin - Courier Six - is up early. And he is beginning to clear a space - he often has clear space, but this seems to be intentional, as he lets out a huff, before reorganizing the space again. ] No, that's th'Morpeko walkway... that'd be fucked up...
[ parvati's been watching him do this for quite a while, perched up on the couch (and probably not moving when he moves it), cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. ] You that bored?
[ A beat, before: ] I mean, I am bored, because of all this fuckin' snow. But then I remembered a story Mama told me sometimes when she was bored and stuck home.
So I'm tryin', but. Fuck. Need t'find a good place for it.
Good place for what? [ she sets her cup down on the haphazardly placed side table he left in front of her about fifteen minutes prior, standing up to follow him around the room from where she's perched. ]
For a sourdough starter. [ He comments, before: ] Uh. I dunno if you've made this sorta shit before. It's basically somethin' you make so you can make a shitton of stuff later easily.
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And it helps him keep an eye on whatever Pokemon have just arrived. Though, as he sees the Tinkaton, there's a bit of a pause. ] ...Parvati?
[ It's said a little awkwardly, as if he's questioning if that's her name, if she's here. ]
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[ didn't seem like anyone else had stuff like that, though... ]
I've just... I dunno, felt an urge to lug it around everywhere?
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...Uh. But I won't. It's comfy. [ plus u know. u know why he likes wearing scarf :3 ]
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Alright, Parvati. Here's the plan.
[ He keeps himself low to the ground as they approach the haunted garden patch, almost like a real dog on a hunt. ]
I'll use Roar to scare them out of hiding, then jump in with a Discharge. That's a widespread move, so stay back to not get hit. Then we can clean up any stragglers with that.
[ He motions his snout toward that hammer of hers. Quite the ideal weapon for smashing gourds, honestly. His tail swishes as he readies for the fight. ] And don't worry. I'll watch your back, so just do what feels natural, okay? [ What better way to initiate a newbie than some real fighting, after all. ]
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Right, got it. [ she's not exactly sure what those words mean, but she can swing her hammer around a whole lot and hope for the best. oh, and gigaton hammer of course. ] I'm used to having to dodge those sorts of attacks coming from my crew anyway, so I'll probably be fine. [ and such were the famous last words of one parvati holcomb. ]
Should be easy if there ain't too many, we could be in and out real quick.
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Oh, and just so you know, my Electric moves won't be doing much damage against them. They might be Ghosts, but they're also Grass-types. Easy to tell with them looking like pumpkins. [ Because everyone knows what those are right.] Though the coloring's not exactly the same. A bit more black and brown than orange, so it shouldn't be hard to spot them either. [ He's so nailing this mentor thing. ]
Now if I can manage to get a few paralyzed, that should help slow them down too. [ A beat. His ears perk suddenly perk. ] Wait... did your crew fight anything like these before?
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So, what, am I the one doing the bulk of the damage? [ not totally unheard of on her end. was a big part of her job on the adventuring half of it anyway. she glances at him. ] Because I have a Steel move or two. [ she hasn't actually put the time into working out what moves she has specifically beyond gigaton hammer yet anyway. ]
And, uh, no. Unless you count robots that float. Ghosts ain't a real thing where I'm from. I think. [ most ghost-related things had rational explanations. ]
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[ He makes a mental note of her possible typing. Fairy, he already had a guess at, simply based on her color, but Steel does make sense, considering her hammer. After this, he'll have to do some studying on her species. ]
Well... I don't know how robots work [ or what kind of monsters those even are ] but just use what feels comfortable first, and I'll jump in to back you up. They should be weakest to Fire and Dark moves, so maybe you'll even learn a new attack or two during this.
[ Laios could keep going on about the type chart now locked in his brain, but with that all said, he prepares himself to initiate the attack, glancing at her one more time. ]
Ready?
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[ parvati gives him another glance before looking out. ] I can just do that? Is that how that works? [ not wholly unheard of for her if we take game mechanics from her world literally, but still. ] Pretty sure I don't have any moves like that. [ whatever the case, many many hits to the head work still.
she raises her hammer slightly, giving a nod. ] Ready.
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Perched on a rooftop in town, she tries to practice with a bit of crochet—but it seems she can't even do that right. She's barely started when her weary brain starts to wander, then inevitably shuts down. Hours pass in an instant; when awareness returns to her, startling her out of a now familiar trance, she finds that her hands have decided upon and finished the project without her.
It's a Pikachu, because of course it is. How could she have expected anything different?
It's round and all too chuck-able, mocking her with its tiny, stitched-on smile. A murderous impulse shoots through her; with a sharp hiss, she winds back her arm and throws. Halfway through the action, she regrets it (partly because she knows there are other Pokémon wandering the streets below and partly because the thought of inflicting harm on a Pikachu—even a yarn one—fills her with instinctual despair) and tries to pull her arm back, but it's already too late. The Pikachu is gone, sailing past the edge of the roof and tumbling down onto the street below.
From Parvati's point of view, she's just minding her own business and going about her day when a small, crocheted Pikachu doll drops right in front of her, delicately descended like a Pokéangel from Pokéheaven. It might even drop directly into her hands if her reaction speed is good enough.
Should she look up to search for its point of origin, she'll spot a black shape peering down from the nearby rooftop—something catlike and stiff, with pointed ears standing straight up in alarm. It almost resembles a plush toy—until it moves, pinning its ears back before it disappears from view, scurrying away from the roof's edge.]
SHOKA GETS TROLLED???????
until it suddenly starts raining pikachus.
she instinctively reaches out to catch it, cupping the tiny thing in her palms with nothing but pure awe in her eyes. ] Where'd you come from, lil fella?
[ after spending a few seconds looking it over with nothing but genuine chidlike wonder you probably wouldn't expect of a twenty eight year old, she casts a glance upward to try and see if anyone had dropped it. she spies the black... creature
top ten girls who do not know what a cat is, but before she's able to wave them down and ask, they're gone. weird.still, parvati wants to investigate, and investigate she shall, running off in the general direction. ] Hey! Did you drop this! Hello! [ she almost forgets how weirdly high tinkatons can jump, the realisation hitting her as she holds the tiny pikachu close while she awkwardly begins to clamber up the buildings. nobody said she'd be graceful. ]
my only icon made from non-official art...isn't she perfect
Geez—!
[Shoka springs backward like a startled feline, then has to wobble in place for a moment upon landing to regain her balance. It seems that the exhaustion from her hours-long crochet session is inevitably catching up to her.]
S—so what if I did drop it?
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[ it's awfully weird to her to get defensive about dropping your stuff, but she supposes a pikachu from the firmament is a pretty niche thing. especially if you're the one to have dropped it -- that's probably embarrassing as void.
her shoulders are moving slowly in tandem with breaths, her awkwardly fast climbing catching up almost immediately. she wishes she had the stamina this little body was meant to beyond times where it was desperate -- but she didn't do a warmup. she supposes. ]
It's yours, isn't it?
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[For some reason, she was expecting Parvati to be pissed—wanting revenge for having something dropped on her head, maybe. But she really expended that much effort just trying to return the stupid thing to Shoka?]
I mean—I guess? I... sort of made it? Technically...
[Even if it doesn't really feel like she made it, the hands attached to her certainly did.
After a moment's hesitation, one spectral, tentacular arm snakes out from under her disguise. The claws at the end of that arm are jagged, savage-looking things, but they pluck the Pikachu doll out of Parvati's hand with surprising delicacy.]
Thanks... You—really didn't have to go through that much trouble though...
[She doesn't even really want the Pikachu back anyway. Its cute little face is still mocking her.]
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Nah, it's all right. No dirt on my shoulders, or whatever. [ she rubs the back of her head bashfully. ] Things happen, even if I, uh, can't work out why you're on the roof with it. Only natural you'd drop it.
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Because Perrin - Courier Six - is up early. And he is beginning to clear a space - he often has clear space, but this seems to be intentional, as he lets out a huff, before reorganizing the space again. ] No, that's th'Morpeko walkway... that'd be fucked up...
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[ A beat, before: ] I mean, I am bored, because of all this fuckin' snow. But then I remembered a story Mama told me sometimes when she was bored and stuck home.
So I'm tryin', but. Fuck. Need t'find a good place for it.
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Do you need any help?
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I don't know what that even is, Perrin.
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haha that's gayyyyyyyyy
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