He hadn’t the time nor patience for the scenario that had so inconveniently unfolded before him.[break][break]

To have encountered the person within his vicinity that night (and begrudgingly, he acknowledged, for several nights thereafter) had truthfully been one of the least preferred outcomes he could have even bothered to consider, especially in light of their prior encounters beforehand. It had been the least preferred; it had been considered with dismay; it had been unwanted.[break][break]

Yet, there they were.[break][break]

Regardless of his own biases and the like, however, he had never been one to turn a task down, whether or not it may have been major, or whether or not it may have been the most trivial thing one could have ever beheld within their lives. Thus, he simply turned his attention away mere moments after seeing the drake (of whose disdain and moodiness had been all too familiar, and all the more judged in light of knowing the reasons of him being as such), instinctively eying the direction in which the path to the beachside resided.[break][break]

For a brief moment, he truly did hope the others would take longer.[break]
Long enough for his helper to finish in a timely manner, without distraction.[break][break]

Bicolored hues strayed forth towards the horizon, narrowing softly as the brows atop them furrowed in thought. ”Given I have the materials, most likely,” had been his response, simple as it may have been. With a gaze lingering upon the distance, and then upon the ripplying sheen of the waters accompanying it, he inhaled deeply before beginning a stride to join the golden scaled dragon.[break][break]

He paid little mind to whatever sort of looks he may have garnered upon nearing, instead kneeling down to begin gathering the smaller pieces of lumber.[break][break]

”...Worst case, I’ll sleep outside of the shelter if I can only manage one,” he sighed, clicking his tongue while beginning to snap leaves and branches from the remaining trees around him.

AYAME FUJIWARA [break]
mission: deserted island

☉

he wasn't bothered in the past, he didn't mind. it's sad watching him avoid her. it's sad watching him try. [break][break]

she wants to say something, but all that can leave her lips is a soft hum of "mmn~" in response. it's not acceptance, or defiance - it's acknowledgement. but the two of them are stuck out here, with only the pokemon they've brought with the clothing on their backs. its a challenge after all, not unlike the challenge she arranged back when she ran the gym. [break][break]

he focused on gathering the wood to build a shelter while her dragon doe what he can to assist. meanwhile ayame does what she can, although physical prowess was never her forte (dexterity and flexibility was where she excelled, and it's the reason she's survived for this long). the silence fills the gap as she watches both him and her pokemon work, tirelessly. then she waves her hand to the beautifly to go over to help. she's reluctant, but she goes, offering string shot as a means to tie foliage together. [break][break]

ayame knows she can't do much, and opts instead to stand by. thankfully the pokemon don't take too long to arrive, and a lucario returns with a haul of fish. "yuki" she calls out, prompting a resting fromoth to perk up, and flutter over to the trainer. then she points to a place a little further from the fire. "ice beam, please." she smiles, and the pokemon covers some of the ground in ice. a quick motion and the lucario knows to lay their haul on the ice, just to keep the magikarp fresh. [break][break]

she feels a little bad for eating them, but it's food. [break][break]

ayame isn't cruel, however. so she pulls out a pokeball, releasing the exoskeleton of what looked to be a bug pokemon. then she smiles, holding the hard shell. "yurei, if you will." she tilts her head, then holds the backside of the pokemon to the magikarp. there's a superstition that looking in the hollow shell will steal ones spirit. it's true when the shedinja wills it to be. [break][break]

so it's a painless death, and now she can cook the fish in peace. [break][break]

"the magikarp should finish cooking in another half hour." she smiles as the sheinja begins to slice up the fish with metal claw, then she lays the slab back onto the ice. "although maybe we should have built something to hold the fish over the fire.."

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
mission: deserted island

☉

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He instinctively paused and stared as the webbings were shot over in the midst of the requested String Shot, though only glanced over for a moment in recognition and processing before continuing on with his foraging. A soft sigh left lips lips before long, though quieted down as he noted and thought upon the words she’d said.[break][break]

His gaze drifted down towards the larger branches he’d picked up, brows furrowing in further thought before he leaned over to take a couple of larger ones. He examined the smaller divots created by the branches of those branches before walking over without so much as a leading word.[break][break]

He simply stuck both of them into the ground on either side of the flame before leaving once more.[break][break]

”Skewer the Magikarp with these,” he started off, tossing another few branches over while saying as such, ”and prop them between the forks of the branches I put down.”[break][break]

Without wasting much time after the words had left his lips, he turned his gaze towards the Beautifly once more.[break][break]

”Mou ichido, Suiren,” he murmured, nodding over towards a free rock. ”One more String Shot, if you don’t mind. Should be enough until I can weave some rope.”

AYAME FUJIWARA [break]
mission: deserted island

☉