Wait. Was there someone there? Meg heard a noise, a rustling in the corn. Was that the culprit? Of course, that had to be it. Some trainer or something sneaking out in moonless nights like this, putting up the crop circles so others would then wonder how they’d gotten there. Heck, it could even be the same person paying for others to investigate – just so they would find nothing, the mystery continued and the town got more visitors interested in strange phenomena.
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That had to be it. “Okay, let’s catch them red-handed. Thataway, Tri, Hyper Voice them out of hiding.” The flapping dragon would then turn towards where they’d heard the noise and unleash one of its own. Ah, the nostalgia of hearing that. Fortunately, this time she was not on the receiving end of this. The Arceus be with whoever was, though.



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Yeah, she didn’t really care about these crop circles. Likely it was just some Pokemon that did this for fun. Heck, she could do it too. “Let’s try this, Tri,” she thus ordered the Hydreigon she was riding. The tri-attack coming after that then flattened the corn in a circle, ignorant of anyone that might be looking. “Seriously, why would anyone even pay for others to investigate this? It’s bull, I tell you. This is just some dude messing with people, I tell you,” she then told the Hydreigon.
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Which did not respond for a) it was a Pokemon and b) it could not care less. Yes, it would make a weird circle if commanded, but it was not going to engage in a trainer’s ranting. It was way too cool a kid for something as silly as that. In the whole multiverse of possibilities, there was not a single version of Hydreigon that could care less.



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“Hehe,” she made, briefly rubbing her nose. Feeling a bit embarrassed but also proud of herself was slightly weird. It wasn’t often that she got to talk to someone about these things without holding back. Kind of felt refreshing to talk to a fellow awesome dragon aficionado.
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Said Hydreigon was now inhaling with all three heads. And then it unleashed a full power Hyperbeam at the remaining Hydreigons, trying to force them into a proper retreat now. “Yeah,” she continued, seeing this with a bit of awe in her voice. “It was proper scary when it was a wild Pokemon just coming after me straight from a starless sky at night.” It had been a very difficult fight for sure. And without her Arcanine, she could have died. A sobering thought, but everything worthwhile in this world was dangerous to acquire, wasn’t it?



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“Uh, on some route,” she replied, having forgotten which one in particular it had been. That magical night with a stranger she’d never seen again – wait, that sounded completely wrong like that – had just happened out of nowhere, she had just been between two cities, not going there specifically. But ever since, she’d usually kept it in her party. Because, well, Hydreigon was just awesome.
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Probably not awesome to the Lycanrocs, which were scattering now. A few of them hurled rocks towards Hydreigon, but the dragon did the next best thing and simply flew up, hovering outside of range, it’s shadow looming over them. A simple tactic, but an effective one in discouraging the attackers. After all, if they could not reach it, how could they ever hope to win? Blunt Force was not everything in getting rid of those, really. “But it was pretty hard to capture it. Me and my Arcanine had to basically climb it at one point just to get a few hits in. Pretty intense, really.”



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She shook her head, kind of sadly. “Unfortunately I have not. It always seems like everyone else sees them but I never can get a hold of them.” She had heard the stories of them though. Floating black letters with eyes. Sounded kind of freaky but also somewhat interesting. Yet, she had seen some other things that she probably shouldn’t have had. But Unown had been an, well, Unknown. Well, maybe one night the stars would align and let her see, maybe even catch one.
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However, before she could get to that, there was danger afoot. She mostly reacted deadpan to it, not expecting whatever it is to truly be much of a threat. After all, she had a dragon.
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When Hydreigon saw the Wooloo flee it circled back towards the happening and then dove down towards whatever was chasing them, greeting the assailant with a Tri-Attack from all three heads right away.



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“Well, for one you picked out fashionable clothes suitable to the job in question. Means you did a bit of prep work at least and had the kind of funds to at least buy some semi-specialized gear that you probably won’t use a lot in other circumstances. Certainly makes you the kind of person who doesn’t exactly need this job to feed her four single-mom kids.” Meg shrugged visibly, clearly putting on a bit of a show in the process. This was a fun little deduction game, after all. Megan had learned to be more observant over the course of her journey and she liked to put that in action every now and then so that she could show off, but also put it into practice. Best way to figure out whether or not your deductions were right or not was to just voice them, after all.
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Plus, she had a bit more evidence backing her up anyway. “Plus, those clothes don’t show a lot of wear and tear. That either means you are completely new to these sorts of things or do it infrequent enough that you might as well be. Either way, seemed right to stick around make sure you don’t get hurt.” Which was about as good a Samaritan as she got, really. Megan lived by the creed of not being a jerk, but also not constantly looking around for people to help just for the sake of it. It just wasn’t her style.
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Still, she took that hand and shook it. “Anyway, Brynnhildr, your parents sure had a rather odd taste, didn’t they? I’m just Megan, really. Completely ordinary in comparison.”



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Megan gave the Salazzle a brief glanceover but mostly let it be. If it truly was just overprotective, that was fine. As long as it did not attack her, they would get along swimmingly. And she figured it wouldn’t since, well, the trainer had ordered it to. She had found that Pokemon that belonged to others were usually fairly decent at keeping their temper in check if nothing else. Which was fairly good already. Way better than most people, really. But then again, she probably had only met those who were in bad conditions to begin with. Maybe she should not be too hard on those.

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“Is it? I honestly never given much thought to that.” Besides, she had for the longest time lost track of seasons to begin with. Mostly since decorations-wise stuff changed only after the most recent holiday, but way ahead of the next, so Halloween moved straight into Christmas. “But it usually is around this time of the year that weird things start happening. I heard the other day that sightings of Unown have been on the rise. I don’t really think that has anything to do with what is going on here though, I reckon.”



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What did Wooloo farms need to stay safe? Big flying three headed-dragons, of course! Where someone else had put a Golurk here to help with the job, acting like some sort of oversized scarecrow more than anything else, Megan made her entrance on her Hydreigon, landing in one fell swoop, hopping off the thing while expertly keeping one hand slightly on the skirt to keep everything orderly, and let it fly off again so it could patrol the perimeter. Yes, this time she very much was doing her best to make an impression. Even though the young man that she saw on the grounds, ostensibly someone on the same duty as herself and trainer to the Golurk, looked a bit more like an hippie to begin with. Or whatever they were called these days.
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Either way, she already expected to score any coolness points with this one at the very least. “Hey there,” she hence greeted him intermittedly. “Guess you are here to look after the Wooloos too?”


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“Cute, bespectacled brunettes are everyone’s type, even if they don’t know it yet,” she simply responded, smugly. After all, she had very decidedly picked her current look after discarding the uniform. She had to be cute, simple as that. Though she was definitely still debating getting a cape. Eccentric and kind of out there? Certainly. But also pretty amazing, as far as she was concerned. However, she had not really reached the level of awesome required for such yet. One had to be some sort of ace trainer first before that truly was an option. At least as far as she was concerned. Megan crossed her arms, briefly imagining herself that way, cloth billowing behind her. Then she sighed, returning to the menial labour at hand.
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Though, fortunately, her Pokemon could do some of that for the both of them. On cue, she called out her Abomasnow, which rose with a grunt and a brief belly drum, even though it had not exactly learned to weaponize that for an attack. Just something it did, really. “As you would have it, Abomasnow here knows Wood Hammer, so I figure it can grow some wood for you. Though it was on my belt and not my back pocket, so I guess you are still kind of right.” Another laugh followed, for she deemed the joke rather funny indeed. “So, you some kind of architect or the like when you aren’t jobbing with the groundlings? Certainly would suit your, well, everything I guess.” She shrugged, while Abomasnow waddled over to the stranger. Meg didn’t know exactly what was needed, but she figured the woman could instruct the frosty plant there. It was an obscure typing, sure, but right now they only needed one of the types after all.



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“Hmm, I could think of quite a few things you could help with,” she added with a wink – before bursting into laughter. Of course she was just slightly messing with this woman right out of the gate. But then again, she looked like the kind of person who had experience with that. Plus, Meg was not going to continue doing that anyway. She did not need a veritable feast of verbosity to satisfy herself. No, she just had a little bit fun here and there. That should have been fine, really.
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Besides, she went back into semi-serious mode rather quickly to begin with. “Anyway, let’s be clear here for a minute. You looked like you might need a bit of assistance, but also the type who sure as heck wouldn’t ask for it, so I decided to look out for ya a bit. I know your type.” She had taken orders from them all her life, after all. And she had seen far too many of those stalking across the Pokemart all day looking for something and double-, nay, triple-checking everything instead of just calling for some assistance. This, too, was part of her never-ending quest of leaving that life behind. This time by just clearly talking to people who would probably prefer to beat around the brush if no one stopped them.



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Pebbles and rocks may break someone’s bones…but she was quite clearly trying her best to not be the one with broken limbs. Megan had even procured herself a proper mining helmet, even though she otherwise mostly missed proper gear and made due with her usual outdoor one. But the helmet was the most important part. Someone she somehow respected had once told her that putting on a new hat was like becoming another person. Or something like that. He had also said that accents were hats for words. Guy had not been the most coherent person to ever walk the earth. And yet, having a head did help getting into the mood at least, while she waited for everyone else to arrive.
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Most of the people responding to the request looked like the usual crowd, trainers on a journey or simple daylaborers. There were a lot of fighting types like her own Lucario at her side, too. Again, that made sense. There also was a tourist. Yeah, Meg had been on the road long enough to recognize those. Girl looked a bit lost as she was waiting for her job, probably. Seemed quite fixated on the Unfeazant in attendance. Meg sighed. She really should not bother, but she knew that she couldn’t just ignore this. Hence, she sighed and subtly got closer, intent on signing up for whatever the girl did.



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Heh. This was kind of fun. The boy looked as if he was saying his last prayers as he sat in front of the Miltank. For a few moments, it really seemed like he was about to run. Yet, to his credit, he did not. Instead he seemed like he was going to pull through no matter what. “Well, it’s a start at least. Depends on how much white creaminess you can get out of this old broad,” she eventually told him, definitely putting on a bit more crassness on this than was necessary. But then again, Pretty Boy had brought this upon himself. After all, he sounded like he just wanted to go in, do some magic with his hands and run after the first load. No point in being nice when he just wanted to leave already anyway and not help further.
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Plus, he kind of did act like she was goofing off when she was giving important instructions. “Nah, I already milked some earlier.” Meg nodded towards one of the other buckets that was already filled. “I gotta shovel some hay while you devote yourself to your partner instead.” After all, the stalls had to be prepared for the night, so that tomorrow could be another nice day of milking Miltanks.



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“Nah, the season for pumpkin spice’s up I guess. Once November starts it’s Christmas all the way, everywhere,” she replied with the wary wisdom of a retail worker. Fortunately, her journey helped her decouple from that endless cycle of holiday seasons. Then again, there was no true escape from those unless one went exclusively to the wilderness for a good while.
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However, that was not a path she really should go down in that moment, so she abandoned it. “There isn’t really a lot of farmwork to be done regarding Christmas though, so I think we should be safe from that, too.”



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