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 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 05:10 PM
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(Season is autumn, about mid-autumn. Purpose of dev, which will probably be sort of slice-of-life style, is egg posts and loyalty. Maybe a small bit of EXP, but that's secondary. I'll also be officially putting Indie and Imp into the luxury balls.)

[pest egg: 17]

It seemed to Cynth as though she hardly got any time to herself anymore. Augustus had kept her fairly busy back in Ashfield, but his business hadn't necessarily been in high demand. Because of this, she had frequently had random days off here and there to spend as she desired. Agata Mitja, on the other hand, seemed to have a never-ending amount of work that needed done. Constantly. There were patients to be seen, potions to be made, ingredients to be found, medical supplies to be made or bartered for, even the occasional emergency for which they would drop everything to attend to... it was exhausting. It was also extremely rewarding.

At first, she hadn't really minded the rigorous schedule all that much. It was good to stay busy and productive, she believed, and she was learning a lot of useful skills from Agata- or, as Cynth was more used to calling her (because the woman preferred to be called), Mrs Mitja. Not to mention, she did make a decent amount of money, which was more than enough to sustain her humble lifestyle, despite it only being an apprentice's pay. Mrs Mitja might keep her endlessly busy, but she paid well for the long hours and often repetitive tasks. To be honest, she wasn't sure how the much older woman managed to keep going and going, hardly seeming to slow down or struggle even during their busiest, most hectic days. As far as she was able to tell, Mrs Mitja never complained and never hesitated. The simile "like a machine" came to her mind, though she wasn't entirely sure what the phrase referred to, it seemed to fit Mrs Mitja's work ethic.

But over the past... how many months had it been, now? Two? Three? Four? It was difficult to keep track. However long it had been, Cynth had noticed that her relationships with her Pokemon were beginning to decay. Not in any major way, but in a few small ways. Imp no longer attempted to play with her, nor did he flop into her lap demanding to be pet as regularly and ritualistically as he used to. Indie had faded somewhat back into her more standoffish, grouchy habits that she had had during the first couple months of their partnership. Trick... well, Trick was about the same, she supposed. Perhaps he did seem to come around a bit less, though. She certainly couldn't blame him- she was hardly ever available to chat or to go out on little excursions anymore. On top of all of this, she was concerned that her egg hadn't yet hatched- sure, it had only been about a month since she had purchased it, so maybe it wasn't too worrisome that it hadn't hatched or even so much as wiggled yet, but she worried anyway.

Aside from the emotional distance she was beginning to feel developing between her and her team, she also felt as though she might be burning out a bit on the work itself. She felt bad admitting this even just to herself, primarily because of how doggedly Mrs Mitja committed herself to each day of work without ever giving herself a day off, but as each day dragged on and the days began to blur together, each one just like the last, filled with endless work from sunup to sundown and often even beyond the daylight hours... She was running out of steam. She couldn't tell one day apart from the one before or the one after.

That was why, at the end of the day yesterday, Cynth had managed to summon the courage to ask Mrs. Mitja for some time away from work. It was a couple of hours after sunset, and they were working in silence- as was the norm- on sieving and bottling the rest of their freshly made potions and salves. It was satisfying to lean back, heave a sigh, and admire the literal dozens of liquid- or cream-filled medicinal flasks and other containers. As she gathered them one by one and transported them to a set shelves where Mrs. Mitja stored her medicinal wares before using or selling them, Cynth had once again gone over the words in her head, wanting to be able to word it well. She didn't want Mrs. Mitja to think she was being lazy or anything of that sort- but she knew her relationships with her Pokemon were important, more important than this work. To her, at least. She actually wasn't sure if Mrs. Mitja felt the same way about her relationship with her own Pokemon, which Cynth did see occasionally, assisting Mrs. Mitja in some form or another, most often at the farm just outside the outer wall.

"Mrs. Mitja?" As she had begun, she had sounded much more unsure than she wanted to. "I'd like- I mean, I was hoping-" Cynth had had to stop and take a quick breath in to try and reset herself, to try not to feel intimidated as Mrs. Mitja had turned from where she had taking stock of what supplies she had in order to look at Cynth with her characteristic blank face. Cynth's words had then all came whooshing out suddenly: "I need to spend some time with my Pokemon and I was hoping I could take half of the day tomorrow to be with them instead of coming here. Please." All the words had tumbled out of her mouth one after the other, and she had tacked on the please at the end after a brief moment of hesitation.

Mrs. Mitja had merely nodded her head once in acceptance, with slightly raised eyebrows. "Fine."

This had been unanticipated. Cynth had expected a little bit of pushback. Thrown off, she had begun to figuratively backpedal, as if the old woman had used reverse psychology. "It doesn't have to be tomorrow. And maybe it only needs to be a couple hours. It could wait, though, if you think you need me tomorrow-"

"Don't come in tomorrow. At all. I ran this place just fine before you began working here, I can manage a day on my own."

"Of course you can, Mrs. Mitja, I just- I didn't- I-" Cynth had again sighed, and pushed that flustered feeling away. "Thank you, Mrs. Mitja."

That had been yesterday. Today, Cynth had gotten up as early as she normally did nowadays, just a bit before sunrise, when the sun wasn't yet visible but the sky was already lightened as it anticipated the arrival of the sun. She prepared herself as if she was getting ready for work- she washed in a basin of lukewarm water, scrubbing herself with a harsh and grainy soap. She then dressed, picking a pair of pants and a shirt that didn't look much different from the couple of others that made up her wardrobe. She then donned the same reddish cardigan that she had been wearing on the very first day of her memory, when she woke up in Ashfield. It wasn't too worn just yet, and it was wonderful for those in-between days of spring or fall when it was hard to tell if it was going to be warm or chilly. Today, however, she didn't pull up her hair like Mrs. Mitja asked that she do when she worked. She let it stay down, feeling the dampness of it against her neck and soaking into the shoulders of her cardigan and shirt.

The young woman moved very quietly as she did all this; her two canine companions were snoozing on the pile of miscellaneous cloth and blankets that she called her bed, Indie curled protectively around the purple egg and Imp sprawled indecorously on his back. She didn't want to wake them until she was ready to go. She wouldn't let them sleep in today, though. Mrs. Mitja had given her one entire day free to spend as she wanted; she wasn't going to waste a single minute of it.

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 Posted: May 26 2018, 11:01 PM
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[pest egg: 18]

Imp burst out of the house the exact moment Cynth pulled the door open. The young male Rockruff was the epitome of reckless abandon, as always. And, as always, Indie stood by Cynth's side and glared at the retreating rump and cloudlike tail of her undisciplined packmate and gave him a sharp bark, which Cynth understood to be a rebuke. Not that it made any difference. This seemed to be the regular theme with their trio; Imp running about and generally getting into mischief, Indie becoming quite cross and impatient with his antics, and Cynth herself... not really knowing what to do, particularly when it was the end of the day and she was exhausted from long hours of being on her feet at Mrs. Mitja's apothecary or at her farm just outside the edge of the city.

Today, however, was a fresh new day. Cynth was well-rested, alert, and she had anticipated this challenge. Speaking loudly, and pitching her voice in an overly nonchalant tone, she said, "Oh, that's too bad, isn't it, Indie? I thought Imp would love to go visit the Plains and play with his tug toy today." As she spoke, she reached into an outside pocket of her messenger-style bag and pulled out a length of thick rope, holding it up and flicking it back and forth. She balanced with ease, a crutch tucked under one armpit.

At the word "tug," the rambunctious aforementioned pup stumbled to a sudden halt, tripping over his own paws which were still just a bit too large for him as he hadn't yet grown into them, and spun around fast enough he kicked up dirt.

"Ah, well. I guess I'll have to play all by myself, then, once we get out there." Cynth said in a mockingly mournful voice, tucking away the toy into her bag. She stepped off Mrs. Mitja's porch, Indie keeping pace exactly beside her, and she pulled the door closed behind her. She didn't wait to see if Imp had reacted the way that she'd hoped he would- of course, that was because she didn't have to wait, as he reacted immediately, changing course to careen toward her as she stepped onto the dirt road that would eventually deposit their group out onto the Lion's Plains.

The young woman kept her pace up at a brisk, wobbling walk, knowing that Imp's attention span was a rare resource, a precious commodity. She knew that if she moved too slowly his attention would be entirely expended before they even made it out of the city, and then she'd have to come up with a plan B, which she'd much rather she not have to do. Her hair, now beginning to dry into their characteristic wild curls, bounced against her shoulders. Her messenger bag hung over her shoulder and across her body, and contained most of the resources and items she planned on using during the day. Slung over her neck was a second bag, containing something that was much more precious cargo; her indigo egg, large and unwieldy and fragile. The length of the bag's straps allowed the egg to settle right at her stomach, and to keep it from bumping and jolting against her with every move she made as she strode rapidly through the city, Cynth had her arm wrapped protectively around it. Indie was directly beside her, growling and grumbling sternly to her counterpart who was rushing all around, zipping back and forth impatiently in front of them.

//She shouldn't have to bribe you to fall in line. And stop running around like that, you could trip her and the egg could be crushed.//

As usual, her words fell on mostly deaf ears. In response, all that Imp did was lengthen the distance between himself and the two females. Indie couldn't tell if this was to make it less likely to trip their human, or if was just an attempt to get further away from the nagging. She narrowed her sky-blue eyes, but didn't speak any further, resorting instead to complaining about him to herself, in her head.

Cynth was used to little one-sided arguments like this, and for the most part, she didn't intervene. She didn't want to feel like she was taking sides, even though she was fairly certain that in most cases, she'd be on Indie's side. As stern and serious and the female Rockruff was, Imp's own behavior was significantly worse than just mere grouchiness. He was... Cynth shied away from the word dangerous and opted instead for irresponsible. At least Indie could be trusted to stay out of trouble. Imp... not so much. In fact, if anything about Imp was predictable, it was that he seemed to constantly be searching out trouble.

Hopefully today would go smoother than many of their outings did. All she wanted was a nice day out on the Plains, with all three of them there. Four, if they counted the egg. And five, if they could find Trick and convince him to deign to stay with them for a while. The fire horse was never all that far from her, but Cynth never knew where, precisely, he was. She wasn't sure why he sometimes chose to come and visit and why, alternatively, he sometimes chose to keep his distance. She wasn't sure if she would ever understand him. Or Imp. At least she had a fairly firm grasp on what Indie thought, what she liked, what she disliked. One out of three wasn't bad, right?

She sighed softly to herself, earning a brief sideways glance from Indie. No, it was bad. She knew she couldn't be an adequate trainer until she was more familiar with those in her care. But that was why they were all having a day out today, all together. To try and mend the distance that had been growing between them all. She had planned out an entire day of bonding activities. If everything went according to her plan (though that often didn't happen, particularly when Imp was involved), they would finish out this day feeling closer, both as an entire group and in all of their one-on-one relationships with her, their trainer.

Hopefully.

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[pest egg: 19]

Cynth didn't want to wander out far enough into the fields that they'd risk drawing the ire of the often territorial Pokemon that made their home there, so once they had passed by the outer wall of Crater City, instead of following the paved road out into the plains, she instead lead the two canines out alongside the wall, following the physical border of the city. They passed by pitched tents and merchants and mounts as the trainer cast her eyes about for an empty, or at least mostly empty, patch of land that they could claim as their romping grounds for the morning.

After rounding the corner of the city's outer wall, the trio came upon what Cynth had been searching for, a nice empty little area where Imp could have room to run without disturbing anybody. The sun was rising, now, peaking up over the eastern horizon and casting a beautiful orange-yellow glow over the brightening blue sky. Scattered clouds caught the sun's first rays and absorbed the warm colors, looking like Mareep fleece dyed golden. The morning chill still hung in the air, and dew from the plains' grasses clung to the Rockruffs' feet and legs, moistening and flattening their fur about up to their knees. For her part, she was grateful for her thick work boot, the same boot she had been wearing when she "woke up" here in Terrene. It worked very well to keep the moisture out of her sock and off her foot.

As she slowly, methodically spread out the thin blanket that she had packed over the trampled plains grass, she found herself suddenly thinking again about the strange girl she had met on her very first day. A girl that moved on her hands and knees, slept in the forest, couldn't speak normally. Did she get cold at night, getting covered by the morning dew like what now coated the legs of Indie and Imp?

A sharp bark brought her out of her thoughts and back into the present. Her gaze dropped from the mesmerizing sunrise to where Imp bounced impatiently on his front paws, looking up at her with a demanding expression on his face.

"You're right, Imp. You followed me all the way out here, so let's get this day started." Cynth acquiesced easily, taking the tug rope out of her bag and throwing it a short distance away. Imp launched himself after it, giving Cynth just enough time to take out the food the she had packed for their breakfast. She wasn't much of a cook, so dried meat (for the canines, certainly not for her) and dried berries made up most of their diet. This morning, that basic meal was embellished with a rather plain salad of sorts that was essentially spinach, scrambled egg pieces, and cheese. She certainly wasn't much of a cook, but Indie and Imp didn't seem to mind. She'd even brought a couple of sliced carrots and bananas that she'd keep tucked away in the bag and saved for Trick, in case he showed up sometime today. Surely just grazing on grass all of the time wasn't that exciting, so maybe he'd appreciate a bit of a sweeter snack?

Her hazel eyes tracked Imp as he pounced on the rope toy where it had landed, snatching it up in his jaws and shaking it viciously back and forth as if he were trying to shake it into oblivion. Knowing what to expect next, Cynth crouched onto the blanket, setting her crutch off to the side, and got onto her knees. Imp threw himself around to face her and barked, the sound muffled by the length of rope that was still pinched between his fangs. He bounded back over to her, the rope swinging wildly from where it hung on either side of his jaws. Cynth reached out with her hand, her half-arm going down onto the blanket to support her as she leaned forward to snatch at one of the ends of the rope. She missed on the first attempt, her fingers closing around nothing but air and Imp jumped to the side and shook the rope again, teasing her, delight evident on his face. She moved as if to pull back and reset her balance, which worked to fool Imp into prancing toward her ever so slightly- she lunged suddenly, causing herself to land hard on her stomach and elbow, but managing to grab onto the rope with her one hand as she did so.

"Ha!" Cynth shouted in victory, tightening her grip until her knuckled turned white so she could hang on while Imp ferociously shook, this time getting his whole body into it. She laughed a bit at his antics, and tried to ignore the fact that she was already breathing somewhat heavily. She needed to get more exercise in- how was she supposed to keep up with Imp if she wasn't fit? Then again, when was she going to find time or energy to work out, when she was already on her feet and working from sunup to sunset? She supposed that her work already kept her somewhat in shape, but she clearly needed more stamina if she wanted any chance at being able to wear Imp out.

She supposed she'd just have to do the best she could and hope that it was enough. At least the pup looked like he was enjoying himself, she thought as the Rockruff finally stopped his violent flailing for a moment, his bright sky blue eyes meeting her duller hazel eyes. He gave her a muffled yip, and then pulled backward unexpectedly, yanking her portion of the rope toy out of her hands. Cynth grunted in surprise, taking back her hand with a smile that conceded her defeat. She looked at her hand, noting how red her palm was already, and how warm it felt. She pursed her lips and blew cold air across her hand to soothe it, but soon enough, Imp was jumping toward her again, barking through the rope and wagging his tail madly as he bounced. The communication was as clear as if he had been speaking in humanspeak: Again! Again!

Cynth grinned at him, pulling herself back onto her knees for a moment... and lunged.

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