Miranda

Playing with Elinor Anderson .

If she were in a better mood, maybe she would’ve appreciated the compliment, but right now she was just feeling a little too dead inside. Being lectured by everyone she met was a humbling experience, the issue was the girl in question lacked the humility to dispense so the only thing she could really experience was a wave of stress and self-loathing. “Yeah, thanks.” she said between her teeth, her gratitude a little more than insincere as she picked up a ball.

“Sorry,” she forced herself to say, head hanging low, her locks obscuring her eyes from this angle. It was a rare apology, but it looked like she was going to have to get used to dishing out apologies more and more at this rate. “I’m still very new to all of this so its just, mildly frustrating.” it was an exaggeration to say it was mild, but what could she do right? She had to suck it up, she couldn’t afford to be weak, figuratively and literally.

Her first successful capture, she stowed the thing away in her beltbag. The thing still felt warm to the touch. She’d have to feed this one too, something that ate away at her already dipping funds. “Anyway, how do we get back to town from here?”

Miranda

Playing with Elinor Anderson .

“I don’t even know how to fight properly and I can’t talk to pokemon! Can they even understand human speech? I thought they had limited intelligence?” Miranda was so screwed, she looked at the other pokemon, squinting. Still, if she didn’t try catching this thing, her entire trip here would’ve been worthless. “Fine, fine, I guess I might as well try this thing, ugh.” she picked up the pokeball, testing the weight in her hands as she considered the best way to toss it.

Maybe throwing it like a baseball would work? Oh right, she had to weaken it first!

“Right, right, lets just freaking do this.” she looked at her gengar and the flying bird that had come down from nowhere to spook the pair and hastily looked through that small notepad she had. “Moves… moves…” she was flipping to where she wrote it down and found it. “Yeah, that seems strong. Maybe.”

“Yo Gengar.” she pointed at the bird that had become her target for the day. “Use, what was it, Shadow Punch!” she stepped back, not quite sure what was going to happen – only for her pokemon to respond swiftly.

A balled fist of dark soot-like things came shooting out from the Gengar’s fist, catching the Starly square on the stomach. While the thing was still reeling from the pain, Miranda threw the ball at it, clapping her hands together in prayer. “Please freaking work! I don’t wanna waste one of these ball things.”

Miranda

Playing with Eris Halla .

“This kind of sucks, why would people even raise a barrier to keep us here if there’s a meteor coming our way.” then again, some people did have a death-wish and enjoyed making trouble for other people. Miranda might have been the sort that caused people grief, but she wasn’t the kind of person that took joy from doing it.

“Sootopolis, huh?” she took out her phone, writing down the word and tacking on the additional notice that it was dangerous to go there. “I guess that’ll have to enough, right?” she said, shrugging as things

"Geeze, that sounds like a real pain in the ass." she muttered, scratching the back of her head. She was really just over this crap, why did she have to care about a pokemon’s feelings? “Dealing with people is difficult enough as is and I have to get on a pokemon’s good side?” she hung her head a low groan leaving her lips.

“Okay, I guess this is kinda cool.” she said, looking at how that pokemon’s attacks was largely ineffective against her own. “But knowing that makes me think it was a waste of time coming here.” she’d approach the girl waiting for her to hand over the ball just so she could try putting it back inside. “So that’s how it works.”

“I guess I’ll have to chalk this up to a loss.” Miranda said as she pocketed her second pokemon. “I know this is probably pointless to ask at this point, but is there any way you’re going to be willing to cut me some slack and just give me a win?”

Miranda

Playing with Eris Halla .

"Meteor? What do you mean meteor?" this was news to Miranda, ever since she had been kicked out of her house she couldn't be arsed to think of reading the news. Her world was revolving exclusively on making sure she got back to her proper place in her family, whatever happened to other people was a distant second or third in her book. "That sounds ridiculous! Why would a meteor fall on Hoenn!" the girl looked at the tiny little twerp and she laughed, cradling her stomach, eyes growing misty at the notion of a meteor crashing.

Except the kid didn't seem to change her expression. "Wait, wait, what?"

"You can't be serious! Like, an extinction level event meteor? Are you sure you just didn't watch some movie? Like, Meteors are ridiculous, they burn up in re-entry." if anything, what was surprising there was that Miranda had some clue of how celestial bodies worked and that happened to comets crashing through the atmosphere.

Miranda tried thinking about her options, but she felt a migraine forming. "Stupid effin' brother... meteor... jeeze as if I didn't have enough on my plate." she groaned at the idea. "You know what, if I die, I die. Like I'm screwed enough as is anyway."

"No, no I haven't." she said. "I was worried it'd run out of batteries if I did."

"I dunno, like, I saw it before. I just dunno its name." Miranda tried to remember some details, it was taking awhile but after mulling it over, a light flickered in her thoughts. "It has a triangle-shaped head, a lizard body and it floats."

Miranda

Playing with Elinor Anderson .

The girl really was doting wasn't she? Miranda looked at her Gengar and slightly felt a bit out of place. She wasn't an affectionate type, not by any stretch of the imagination. Was it really that important to be so attached to her pokemon? Its not like she was going to be horrible to them, but she treated them more like useful tools, like a guard dog instead of a part of her family.

"Super new." she'd say shamelessly, reluctantly releasing Gengar after hearing the explanation of the other trainer. "I think I've had less than like, two battles?" she was counting them on her hand. "I lost to a kid, but she was a gym leader..." the memory was one she would try to repress, but like any other painful memory the more Miranda tried to forget it, the more the details became sharper in her mind. "But yeah, I guess I was trying to look for pokemon, I wanted to see if like, what I needed were more than the ones dad gave me." and that explained it, it made no sense a complete neophyte was walking around with a Gengar after all. "I haven't figured out all his moves yet, but I think one of them is like Shadow Punch?" she was squatting on the grass, rubbing the head of her pokemon while she looked up at this honor-student-looking gal.

"So uh..." she looked around, nobody was watching, might as well get some useful information from this girl. "How do you catch pokemon exactly? They never really told me how. Like, do I just throw the ball? Or do I press the button and throw the ball? I heard its like a grenade when you pull the pin..." Elinor was going to have to explain a lot of things - or leave the pitiful ignorant bitch to her own devices.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

The wild pokemon that she was squared off against seemed to be on its last legs, she might not have been experienced enough but that was just fine. She'd manage. "Alright Gengar." she told her pokemon, ready to finish off that dazed ghastly that was swaying in place. "Again, Use Shadow Punch!" and once more, that disembodied purple fist of power would come crashed down, knocking the ghastly into a wall, though given its nature as a ghost it at least wouldn't cause property damage. That ought to be enough for the thing to start running away.

"I'm not sure what we can use the footage for, but it might be worth something." the assistant director said, after she breathed a sigh of relief from where she was standing. The cameraman gave the pair a thumb's up. It wasn't a smooth and perfect job, but they hadn't been paid to do that sort of work.

"I guess that'll have to be that, eh?" she was still keeping a handkerchief against her nose, not really willing to breathe in all these particles into her nose. "So do we have to stay on set? Because not going to lie, I really want to get out of here and shower. Besides, its getting all over my hair." she told Navy, pointing towards those locks of hers, much to the chagrin of the AD who was left behind.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

The girl was remarkably quick on her feet for how lazy she usually is, she rolled out of the way of some old pieces of furniture being thrown at her, using a dust-riddled sofa as cover. "Whoever scouted this freaking location really didn't do his homework." she muttered under her breath, upset at how a simple job was spiraling out of control fast. She watched the host being escorted by some staff as they were making their way to safety, though the film crew was bravely hanging back, recording everything. Miranda couldn't find what was attacking them, it was obviously a ghastly but still... the question was where was the thing hiding.

She picked up her compact, lifting it up so she could see behind her without standing out from behind her cover. "Found it!" she triumphantly said.

"Gengar, use Confuse Ray!" she said, swinging out from her cover, pointing in the direction of where the plume of dust was moving, her handkerchief covering her face in time for her pokemon to land a direct blow on the other ghost time, causing the destruction and chaos it was causing to end. "Navy, how are we supposed to end this again?"

"Like, do I capture it or just give it a good beating." they never really did get that far with the plan for when things went to this stage, but hey, at least she seemed on top of things. Though the girl was clearly winging it.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

If the situation were less difficult for her, Miranda might have actually laughed but she couldn't very well laugh when her livelihood depending on the situation.

"It looks like our resident ghost has a sense of humor, ladies and gentlemen, lets see what-" the narrarator's sentiments were cut off when the sound of something scratching on the ceiling made itself known. It looked like there wasn't just a single Gengar involved, but two and this one was deliberately trying to close the curtains on the staff gathered there by trying to crash that rickety chandelier on their heads.

Miranda gave Navy a look and actually stepped forward, her pokemon trailing behind her. "Gengar..." the host took a step back, trying to get out of the way of the decorative that was about to fall when black hands stretched from underneath the floorboards, gripping his ankles. "Get it off me!" the host cried.

"Navy, I'll get the Chandelier, you take care of the host." she was barking orders, when they were meant to have the roles switched. Still he did say she could take the initiative right? "Gengar, use Shadow Punch, right there!" she pointed at the thing that was hanging on by a tiny cord and caused it to fly off into the wall before plopping back down without hurting anyone.

Still this was the chance to catch the other pokemon that was making a mess of things, Navy had only a moment to handle the pokemon who had it's slimy paws on the host lest it get away.

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

If she had some quip to say to the man about his comment about her never needing to deal with her money problems, she sure never said anything. Instead she just willed herself to smile politely while forcing an awkward chuckle. She felt that if she said anything, he'd just use that to continue the conversation.

"Right," she normally would've said something about needing to be led on like this but... well, at least Navy was a good enough deterrent against that creepy guy that seemed to want to make moves on her. Miranda was doing her best to stay composed over here but she really, really didn't like being seen by these cameras. Her hope was she'd appear on television once she'd made her grand return but appearing as an extra in a show wasn't something she liked. "Gengar, keep your eyes peeled okay?" she looked at her pokemon, pointing at her eyes and the ghost type's and the dark little thing nodded.

"Are we actually going to be part of their, uh, paranormal investigation? I thought we were just going to remain off-camera." she whispered to her boss, though she was aware that the camera was drifting towards her for a few seconds before it moved back to the scene. Really, the place was dirty but other than that, it didn't actually seem creepy.

Miranda had lived in a place that resembled this when she was younger, though that belonged to her grandfather. "So wait, what do I do? Just sic Gengar on any ghost that appears? Or wait for your signal to do that?"

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"Nav," she was looking at the food, eating it, though she didn't look like she liked the taste. "You do remember that I lived in a mansion right? With our own dedicated chef. Like, food like this is so-so to me." she told him, completely unimpressed with the food that was being offered on the set. "Not that expensive food is always good mind you, frankly some of my favorite meals have been made by some mothers who fancied themselves chefs. This processed crap is kind of bad." not that she could do much talking on that front, Miranda couldn't cook very well.

Still she was learning, she'd started to slowly learn recipes though it was clear she was no expert. Most of the food she cooked were friend and just that, she had no real patience for something that took hours to cook like stew. When that fat bloke appeared the girl immediately felt some revulsion, taking a backstep, her hands instinctively gripping Nav's shoulders tightly.

He could see that it was taking a lot of self control for Miranda not to snap, but she was hanging in there. She couldn't afford to piss off this guy and give her employer trouble. "Haha..." her laugh was forced. "That's a good joke sir." she couldn't sound even more fake if she tried but the guy just coasted over it.

"Well I'm game as I'll ever be." at least, Miranda wasn't easy to scare. Hell, there was a reason she picked ghost type pokemon. "Worse come to were at least Gengar can certainly handle other ghost type pokemon."

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"I'm not sure I can call you, they might cut my postpaid but if you have wifi here at least I can reach you through one of those messaging apps. I think they let you make five minute calls on those for free." it was the best solution she could come up with. The guy was really putting a lot of faith in her, but at least Miranda was above stealing. She wasn't going to go leave this place, though at the very least a show of faith was in order. "And I guess if you really need to reach me, this office does have a land line, it'll wake me up."

"Wait." she told him, opening her wallet and sifting through it before she found what she wanted. A plastic card. "Here." she handed it over to him. "You're going to need my personal information if you're going to have your lawyer create that contract for you." it was her government I.D. with all the pertinent information he'd need, her name, birthday, even blood type was there. "At least you know I ain't running away so rest easy. I'll just get it back from you once the paperwork is finalized."

"I don't have a toothbrush..." she told him. "I'll just worry about buying one tomorrow if you can lend me money for that." she'd have to figure out an alternate way of making money, she had a lot of toiletries to buy. "And if you know anyone on the used market, I guess I'm willing to sell this phone. I can probably get something entry-level to replace it." something like this could be traded in for a dozen entry level ones anyway.

"I guess..." she picked up a piece of strawberry candy and popped it into her mouth. "This is goodnight?"

Miranda

Playing with @navy .

"I think at this point the question is more, am I willing to not die. Which the answer to is yes, so I'll do it. I'm kind of super out of options honestly speaking, I've got kind of a shit reputation after all." well, she wasn't being paid.

"Miry?" she was surprised by the nickname. "That doesn't roll off the tongue so easily don't you think?"

She wasn't sure how to feel about the pokemon, honestly she didn't know if she liked or hated pokemon, they were like... tools to her. Miranda never had a pet, she was way too forgetful to have one. Tending to them sounded like a pain in the ass, but now that her two pokemon were all she had, it felt less like an obligation and something she had to do just so she could keep some of her perceived value. "I guess..." she patted the pokemon's head, forcing herself to smile. "This guy doesn't bite, right?" she asked, a little worried but nevertheless, relieved that she had somewhere that she could rest.

"Navidson Solutions eh?" well, it sounded professional and that's what mattered in this industry. It was all about apperances.

"So where do I sleep?" she looked around the place. This was just much better than the bench she'd used as a bed the other night, the only reason she felt slightly more comfortable then was because she had Gengar standing on guard duty and a lot of people didn't wanna mess with a fully evolved pokemon. "I mean if you've got a storage room I can probably make do with a mattress." she did at least have some of her clothes in her duffel bag, not a lot, but enough.

Miranda

Playing with Michael Navidson.

"Just so you know, I really don't know crap about pokemon, the ones I have were gifts from daddy when I said I was kinda interested in trying it." she confessed, though she did point to the two hanging from her belt. "So these are the ones I have, one's a Gengar and the other's a Dragapult." she told him. "Problem is I don't even know what their moves are, I just... well... got them as a gift." there was clearly a lot of work that he needed to do here, but even if the trainer was downright horrible, those two pokemon were fairly useful - though a trend was making itself clear.

She probably leaned towards ghost-type pokemon.

"I mean, I guess covering my bases is good? How many types do I need to have? Should my pokemon be different types or like, can I get away with using whatever I like?" she had to psych herself up for this, she needed to get back to her place in the world. Putting up with this minor inconvenience was worth it if that would sort everything out.

"Also like, I might need to heal them... maybe, I'm not sure. I've never been to a pokemon center or whatever you call it, I've just been using potions so far."

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