A PARK IN VERDANTURF has opened for those wishing to have a picnic under the spring blossoms. A local bakery brings in pastries for park-goers to try, while mini-games are held to celebrate the vernal vibrancy of the land.
http://pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/helping hand [slateport]
a faction-based pokemon roleplay
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
[attr="class","thread"]landon hasn't taken to the invasion well. terribly, actually. and it shows. you'd have thought he'd been one of the refugees with the way he was acting, rather than the deliveryman. the steady weight of boxes in his hands stops them from shaking. his growlithe is notedly less anxious, and runs around with few cares. [break][break] he shouldn't have let him out, in retrospect, but now his hands are too full to get out his pokeball. a wary eye's kept on his pokemon. he can only hope he doesn't cause any trouble while he's handling these supplies. [break][break] "sorin, please don't—" [break][break] preoccupied with keeping his gaze on sorin, he forgets to look in front of him. the alarm that comes with a presence detected too close for comfort makes him aware that he's about to walk into someone. landon's yelp is out of both shock and pain as he drops the two wooden crates on his feet. [break][break]
He was more than a little surprised to get called in—not for work, but for volunteer duty.
Wait, what? He thought idly, a few moments after reading the email in his inbox from the employees’ association for the courier service he worked for. Why are they doing this only now? He pondered a few moments later, wondering if he’d seen this shit right.
Still, they’re doing this pretty late… why am I not surprised… he continued to himself in the back of his mind—and after checking his schedule, saw that it had been cleared out for most of the next few days as any and all able-bodied couriers like himself were needed in the relief efforts.
“A little late for them to do this, hm,” he mused to himself.
Eventually he found himself down at Oldale, helping out some of the people bringing in supplies. It was no surprise that the people in charge of moving the items had conscripted his Metagross to help carry some of the heaviest loads, and he was out on one side, helping out with the crates of clothing and boxes of food.
Of course, while carrying a stack of several boxes of what he presumed to be canned goods inside, he’d very nearly missed the crates being dropped somewhere near where he was headed—the only tip-off he had was the fact that there was a loud, crashing noise that drew his attention.
“Wh—whoa,” he remarked, looking around the pile he himself was handling.
“Are you okay?” he asked a few moments later, before hearing the yipping noise of a Growlithe nearby.
[attr="class","thread"]ignoring the throbbing pain, landon crouches down to pick up the boxes he's dropped. sorin, whose attention had been caught by the sudden sound, was already trying to lay claim on this new playground, jumping on and off of the crates. his fingers move gingerly to take back the supplies, and the look he gives the man is a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. [break][break] "fine, thanks," he mumbles, "wasn't looking where i was going." [break][break] he stands again. sorin is still causing a racket. he hopes the civilians taking refuge here aren't too bothered over it, though the withering looks he had gotten from some seems to prove otherwise. he readjusts his hold on the boxes. [break][break] "don't suppose you know where we're taking these, exactly?" [break][break] this load had only just been delivered by him, and he was planning to look for whoever was in charge of this place, but it'd always be nice saving himself the walk. besides, with sorin running free he didn't know if he wanted to risk giving his pokemon a run around the camp. [break][break]
It was lucky that his Metagross was headed right in his direction, and with some relief he whistled once, and Ro quickly used his Telekinesis to take the stack of boxes off of Lars’ hands and float it off to where the rest of the food supplies were being stockpiled to be counted before distribution.
“Hey, ‘s no big deal,” he said, quickly helping the other man pick up the fallen load of boxes, having half a heart to shush the Growlithe away as the Fire-type began to play around the area, trying to claim the fallen boxes as some kind of new territory.
“I don’t know why it took the League this long to start moving, to be honest,” he begins in reply to the man’s question. “Getting supplies together for the Slateport refugees… the incident happened last year, but color me strange on why the higher-ups are only getting their move on now…” he added a few moments later, a frown crossing his features.
“Let me guess… you were called out here with no explanation whatsoever?” he muses, making sure that the stack of boxes are much more balanced—in fact he thought he spotted the problem, having taken a few of them to carry himself.
“What’s in these boxes? I could help you get them to where they’re supposed to go,” he offers the other a few moments later.
[attr="class","thread"]landon doesn't know how to respond as the man begins to talk. he doesn't like criticising the league, especially when all he did was deliver parcels and mail. still, he couldn't deny the truth of his words. he listens in silence, the thought crossing his mind that the kanto league had been late, too. late enough that it cost them the region. [break][break] his awkwardness must have shown in the aversion of his gaze, if the lack of response hadn't already. landon's relieved when the subject changes and nods. "they just said it was another job. didn't realise it was for this." not until he picked up the boxes anyway, the contents spoke for itself. [break][break] with his next answer, he begins to try to motion to the individual crates but, hands full, he speaks instead. "clothes on top, food on the bottom." there's a absence of barking now, the man's dismissal seems to have dissuaded the growlithe from interfering with his trainer's job and stands a while away, chasing his tail. [break][break]