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[attr="class","io-pkmn-move"]METANG is PICKING UP TRASH

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the beach brought pleasant memories. pleasant, and not-so-pleasant. [break][break]

but memories would probably be the wrong word - considering that she couldn't remember a thing. her only recollection of being on slateport beach was when she washed up ashore; past that, she had no memory of who she was nor where she was. thankfully, the locals were kind enough to show her around and help her attempt at getting back onto her feet. although she could barely remember anything, and she was a complete stranger, they had taken the time to help her. [break][break]

in the face of this kindness, it was unfair to lounge around and do nothing, right? it was improper and it was rude, wasn't it? if she didn't help.. she'd be seen as a nuisance, would she not? especially now that she's out of the hospital, and was capable of walking around. although, she'd still have to have a few rangers and have a doctor see her now and then; if not to examine her health, then it was to try and recover her identity. [break][break]

when she caught wind of volunteers being needed, she didn't want to waste any time in helping. at her side was a large, blue metang that hovered off the ground. the arms were large and long enough, such that they acted as cranes while picking up trash. it held the bag in its other claw, adjusting accordingly so that nicole didn't have to stress herself to drop it in. it wasn't until she looked forwards and saw a man with his shiftry blowing the trash and such around did she recall: she was supposed to have a partner, right? [break][break]

... she forgot. [break][break]

"excuse me.." her voice is soft, but her expression remained neutral and unchanging. she was subtle while approaching him, careful as to not disturb him or his pokemon while they were working. it seems like her voice was too quiet, seeing that he turned to tend to a caught goldeen. that's fine; she can wait, assuming she would remember to speak to him--[break][break]

...? what was that rummaging through her back pocket? [break][break]

she looks down to her hands. yup, her hands were where they are. her view. so.. what was trying to rummage her pockets? [break][break]

the weavile managed to grab a necklace; a simple silver chain that held a tear-drop shaped ruby. the same, leafy pokemon seemed more than happy with their haul. nicole on the other hand, hadn't properly processed or registered what happened until the gemstone was within the trainer's grasp. "ah.." she says, softly, then taking the stolen object. his question leaves her at a loss; what was she here for again? she was about to ask, then the metang at her side gently prods and gestures at the bag of trash. she nods her head. "yes. you are.. nicole's partner?" she refers to herself, putting a hand to her chest after tilting her head.

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[attr="class","io-pkmn-move"]Orion Lykos

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she tilts her head, slightly. [break][break]

she didn't know why he was apologizing; especially when she was the one who was a bit more late. she dismisses the apology with the small shake of her head. "no.. it's okay." her words are soft and, though her attention was on him, she didn't look to be fully.. there. it seemed less like she was engaged in talking, or she had her focus elsewhere. she patiently listens to him, watching as he takes his phone out to fumble with the screen and take a proper read. indeed, the message was there. [break][break]

after a short pause, her metang raises its other arm into the air in greeting. thankfully for him, nicole wasn't the brightest (or the most observant) mago berry in the bush. rather, she gives him a subtle smile before shaking her head once again. "please don't apologize, or--" she pauses. what was his name again..? crud. he just told her a couple seconds ago, didn't he? uhm.. or, or.. o.. what was it? she couldn't put her inger on it. [break][break]

though quiet, she seemed to have a bit of trouble trying to get his name again. would it be an annoyance if she asked again? it.. shouldn't be, right?

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[attr="class","io-pkmn-move"]Orion Lykos

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orion. right. she needed to get to know his name, properly, lest she would like to ask again, and again. [break][break]

"orion.." she repeats to herself in an attempt to keep it in her head. giving him a gentle and warm smile, she nods her head. she and her metang began to pick up the metal or glass scraps in the same - whereas the steel pokemon would be managing with the more dangerous materials and the trainer would deal with papers and torn labels. she gives him a sparing glance when he speak up about the net by the beach. right.. it really would be a hazard for the pokemon swimming around, right? [break][break]

with a soft nod of her head, she moves with the metang floating behind her. "so.. do we need to cut the net, orion?" she uses the chance to say his name. there's a difference between saying it in her head and outloud - and she prayed to arceus that she said it correctly. "if we need to cut it.. nicole's metang can help." she gestures to the pokemon that waves a meta arm into the air.

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[attr="class","io-pkmn-move"]Orion Lykos

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she smiles. thankfully, her idea had some merit and her metang seemed happy at the response. she motions to the steel pokemon to set the trash down, and tugs at the bag with a small smile on her face. she could carry it, probably. it'd probably be better for alpha to go and help with the net itself, anyways. she wasn't exactly the strongest banana in the bunch, and she didn't want to cause more trouble than she was willing to offer. hence, she tries to hold the bag. [break][break]

it was heavier than she anticipated, and her eyes widen in surprised when it drops into the sand. luckily, she kept her grip on the top so it stayed closed and in tact. on the other hand, she didn't think she'd be able to lug it around. "uhm.. o-orion..?" she perks up, motioning towards her metang. "nicole can help with cutting the--" ... the? right. "the net." how? well.. there were some sharp pieces in the trash, right? if she was careful, she could cut the net with it, too. [break][break]

her metang already hovered over to begin running its sharp claws through the net, hoping to saw and cut it with relative ease. it occasionally glances over to the other two trainers on the other side, making sure that the net wouldn't be washed away. [break][break]

nicole opens the bag a little bit, then pulls out a relatively large piece of broken glass with little caution. she walks towards the net with the intent to help.