There were few problems in this world that one could not throw an Hydreigon at and have a decent chance to resolve them doing that. Or so she’d heard. Either way, Megan made her entrance ontop of the big, three-headed dragon of darkness, blowing up snow left and right on their descent. Granted, the big boy would probably not be able to be of much help with all this since flying in this weather had been taxing already. Still, she did like to make an entrance.
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Hence, winter-gear Megan – speak her wearing leggings under her skirt and a parka over her shirt, as she did not get cold easily – slid off the dragon and recalled it for the time being, brushing off some snow from her glasses in the process. Only then did she take a closer look at what she was to work with here.[break]
Three Lycanroc and one cute blonde. Yeah, that could work. She respected people with themed teams, really. Not mad respect at base, but certainly some respect at least. Hence, she gave the other an approving nod. “Hey there. I’m Megan. And we are here to help.” Her use of plural was naturally her own prompt to call out her Arcanine from its ball, the big furry ball of fire taking position next to her right away. A hand on her hip, she certainly sold her part as someone who’d come to assist those in need – though she already made up her mind to not actually enter the target Pokemart. Blondie could do that. “Need one more on the sled or want us to take some kind of saddle bag or the like? You’re here first so I guess you are the boss, to an extent.”

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while she didn't look it, francie was five years the girl's senior so in a way, she was definitely the boss in a lot of ways. not that francie would flaunt it. she'd just assert her authority when it was needed. otherwise, most people could and liked to take the lead.

"oh, really? okay. cool, uuuuuuuh..."

she clearly hadn't been expected to take the reigns. most of the time people underestimated her five foot zero stature and told her that they didn't believe she was a ranger let alone a capable one. maybe the lycanrocs helped make her look competent. what a change.

"if you wanna harness him, i mean, you can. i was thinking you could possibly be more of a rogue, travel on the outside of the sled while we go forward. fend anything off that tries to stop us so the boys here don't have to slow down."

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Of course, since she was giving the other the lead, that meant that she was ultimately in charge. Authority flowed that way. At least she believed as much, smirking and crossing her arms as she listened to the other coming up with introductions. That way, they would sus everything out before going into the task itself with minimal effort on her part, which was awesome.
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The smaller, yet older woman quickly took to it, however, in a slightly wishy-washy way. Her idea still jived rather well, even if she used the wrong word in her opinion. “Sounds more like the lancer to me, not the rogue. Not like I and Arca can be all that stealthy,” she noted, laughing before giving that girl a rather powerful pat on the shoulder. “But yeah, we’ll do that and protect you and the running rocks over there.” With that, Megan would simply go and get onto her Arcanine, having learned to ride him ages ago. It did help that he was a rather big ball of floof, really. “Ready when you are, blondie.” And yes, she was determined to use varying nicknames for the other until she actually got a name.



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"a lance-- oh! oh, uh, yeah. i just meant, you're like a sneak attacker. i uh, i don't play video games so i don't know the actual terms..."

boy oh boy did she feel old now.

"but anyway, cool, glad you like the idea." she cleared her throat and hoped it washed the embarrassment off of her face, rolling her shoulder because wow what a powerful pat that had been. she'd bruise, for sure. she bruised like a banana.

"i'm francie, by the way," she finally introduced with a bright grin. bright as the sun, really. "francie mrytle!"

Megan Whitmore

“It’s not from a video game, though,” she replied, giving the other a confused glance. Why would she jump to the kind of interpretation? That was usually something that old people did, in her experience. ‘Dem young’uns and their vidya games’ – that sort of stuff. Tended not to happen with young women in Megan’s experience.
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Sure, this one seemed a little older than her, but she was only a bit more mature than Megan in looks. Not old man kind of age, in her opinion.
But then again, not really that much of a problem. She just shrugged. After all, she got her will here. And that smile was bright and cute. So, Megan relented for the time being, her Arcanine getting up and ready to trot off as soon as the rocks got going.
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“Well, Francie Myrtle, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Yes, clearly, she had given the other the leader role here. Most certainly so.



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a leader role was indeed hers and while it wasn't executed in a way most were used to, she had her own method, and executed it as such;

"right on!"

francie pumped her fist into the air and then gripped the sled, feet planted, grin flashing across her face less like a bright sunny day and more like the hot summer beach days where the sun fries you it's so excited to be out.

"let's go boys!"

that's all they needed. immediately the three of them took off in perfect sync, used to working together since they'd hatch from their eggs. so used to working together that francie typically battled with all three at the same time, sometimes training them apart from one another to help with their diversity. but usually? double or triple battles were their expertise.

and, naturally, missions like this. truthfully, francie realized she should have been a ranger a long time ago. her boys and her loved it and really, that's all a girl could as for, right?

"woo! great job guys! keep it up! megan and her arcanine will keep us well protected, so don't worry about that. keep a close eye on the road, lincoln!"

the midday up front and his keen eyes would keep the team going in the right direction. most of the manpower of the sled being pulled was up to louie, the dusk in the middle, with his tough claws keeping them at a fast and steady pace. while lyonel and his no guard would make for good snipes if megan and her arcanine were too busy with other obstacles.

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Good, good, things were proceeding. Still having crossed her arms, she watched the others get going with a bit of smug self-satisfaction. Then, she reached down, held onto the big boy’s mane and gestured him to follow. He did not need a lot of explanation, really. Running deterrence was a common drill. They had herded so many Wooloos and the likes on their journey for easy money that it had become second nature, really. Only now they were following a sled moving at a decent pace in the snow. It wasn’t exactly the same, but it also wasn’t too drastically different to truly cause much issue.
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Thus, they swiftly overtook the others. They might have been a trio working well together, but they also had to account for an unwieldy sled filled with trainer and cargo. It was easy enough to get ahead and to the side, Arcanine’s superior nose scanning the air for threats. It did notice a group of Snovers before too long which did not necessarily appear aggressive, but even curiosity could lead to issues here. So, the big boy roared, scattering them from the road before the sled would pass.
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Sure, it would not take out the Snovers for good, but that wasn’t necessary. As soon as they left the vicinity, whatever those guys did became entirely meaningless to Megan. Instead, they would briefly take care that none of the plant Pokemons would follow them or anything, before catching up to Ms. Sunshine and her three rocks again.



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the arcanine batted away the snover with ease, and every other pokémon that crossed their paths as well. there wasn't much else they ran into. little things here and there. the terrain was harsh, but nothing her lycanrocs hadn't managed to climb or scale before.

once in littleroot town, after the brief sprint through the trails, francie popped off the sled and immediately showered her bowys with affection, thanking them and then smiling up at megan.

"you and your arcanine were a great help! thanks so much, really. you've done an amazing job raising him."

francie, naive as she was, just assumed everybody had raised their pokémon like she had hers. it was rare that she'd get a random pokémon from a lottery or something. even her lycanrocs she'd hatched into rockruffs herself.

Megan Whitmore

“Uhm, thanks,” she replied, slightly embarrassed as she scratched the back of her head. Honestly, she hadn’t really raised him as much as she’d been raised alongside him, so taking the credit for that felt kind of weird. On the other hand though, she did not exactly want that praise to go unused, so she patted the big boy on the head anyway before sliding off. One way or another, he had done well.
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Much like the other’s dogs had, but she did not approach them without invitation. Lycanrocs were a species she did not know a lot about, but they looked fierce. Could be territorial or something. Best to only deal with them cautiously.
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And best not to, if it wasn’t necessary. “Though we really didn’t do all that much. Just our job, really.” Despite her grandstanding earlier, when confronted with honest, earnest thanks she just could not help but try to downplay her contributions. That was just how she was, really. “But if you ever need help with a job again, I guess I can join if I happen to be around. Always good to work with, well, hard workers.” Her bluster gone she now realized that she was more or less bumbling, so Meg just went to help unloading as well before things got more awkward.



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