Gliscor was one of those pesky Pokemon without a lot of easily exploitable weaknesses, at least to her. Mostly because it was typed so absurdly. How could something be both flying and ground? These types were abstract enough as was, but made at least some sense nominally. Flying types could fly and did so often, ground ones lived in the ground or were predominantly found there. But this? What was next? Some sparkling vampire being a ghost and fairy type?
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That probably existed though. Just like Gliscor. And Megan actually had a useful Pokemon for getting rid of those. Her frozen, moving pile of leaves that was Abomasnow had a lot of fun Ice-punching these things to force them to glide away. The spooky season was over, after all, and they’d make sure any of all wannabe undead were sent away. Or caught, if she happened to knock one out or something. A girl never knew.



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Oh, right. Cleaning up. She should do that, too. Seeing the stranger start picking up the rolls had her swiftly follow suit, as if she needed someone to simply go and show her the way like this. Obviously, she wasn’t always like this. In fact, she had picked up more disarrayed rolls of toilet paper than most people would in their whole lives already. But that was just it – doing so did remind her of things she just didn’t want anything to do with anymore. But back then, she’d always done it by herself. Having someone else around like this was already enough to disassociate herself from that particular feeling and breathe in a bit more, go a little more steady in that regard.
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The fact that his face looked like it was taken for granite didn’t bother her much though. Actions speaking louder than words or facial expressions or something like that. Plus, a smile or something like that would have just creeped her out, so this was a lot better by default. This way, his question had a bit more weight, too, and didn’t sound like something people just said like that. “I am…not okay, no.” It kind of seemed pointless to lie about this if she couldn’t hide her distress, after all. “I’m just not good with places like these anymore is all. It will be…okay, I think.”



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Was she agitating the bees? Well, Megan certainly did not think so. In fact, she very much found that calling her Hydreigon out after a Combee almost stung her was a rational and at least somewhat level-headed response. At least as far as situations like this went.
And besides, she had only done her job to begin with. Collecting honey was why she was here. The Combees for the most part left them to it, which indicated that it was okay. But apparently, her abysmal luck had arranged for her to run into the one Combee that had an issue with it – it had a different colouration too, but she’d most ignored that – and then had to scare that one off.
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Which, honestly did not seem like too big of a deal for the girl already back at working hard. This was a job she’d taken, so she gave it her all, as per usual, regardless of circumstance. Hydreigon remained outside and running the perimeter around his not exactly protectively geared trainer.[break]
And, honestly, it did intimidate the Combees. Yet, the one that fled after the brief altercation had not gotten discouraged from that. At least not completely. Instead, it had gone back towards the hive and rallied at least some of its brethren. The buzzing, whizzing mob then set out to expel the humans – though, incidentally, they ended up being closer to a certain other human just trying to do his work…



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If she had known that she was being thought of as an employee of any kind, she might have gotten angry. Unreasonably so, certainly, but that was just how she was at that time. Fortunately though, she didn’t hear that, just his casual incredulousness. Clearly, he had not been briefed. That made sense. After all, the old guy had not exactly briefed her well, either. It had just been a brief handing off of keys and balls so she could keep things running for a few days while he did who knew what. Some kind of ranger business or such. They had not been very forthcoming about it.[break]
Now that she had some assistance, it was her turn to be better than them. Or, conversely, to get her own little revenge on someone who had done nothing on her. In fact, how she reacted to this at all would be a searing indictment on her as a person no matter what choice she made, just deciding the direction of that.
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Unfortunately, he asked a question that, in her eyes, was kind of silly, so his fate was sealed. After all, milking a cow was quite literally the easiest thing to get into here in her opinion. “Well, I’m just filling in for a bit,” she hence replied, before stalking towards him, then pulling him over towards the nearest Miltank. After all she’d had to do lately, she really wasn’t concerned with personal space anymore at all. At least not on this farm. “Anyway, milking’s right easy. Just grab a teat and squeeze. You look like you get enough girls or boys already, so you probably kinda know what to do anyway. Just aim it at the bucket and if the Miltank gets violent, you’ve been too rough. Pretty simple, isn’t it?”



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“Hey there, pretty boy. Come over and help, will you?” There was a new guy, and she was going to make sure that he would be put to work properly. After all, she had been the first stray trainer to wander by and be roped into taking care of this farm. Certainly, the other guy who had evidently specifically come here to help with that would know full well what he was getting himself into.
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Or maybe someone had just pranked him or something. She didn’t know. He’d just shown up while she was busy preppin’ the Miltank for a milkin’, so she figured that was the point of it all. Heck, she was already starting to talk like a farmer. And she’d been only here for two days so far. It truly was time that she had some more human contact again. And he’d better help and behave. Otherwise the Hydreigon circling the farm might have a word with him.
And yes, she had decided to use the threeheaded dragon of darkness to herd the Voltilam and Wooloos. Because why not? It was effective, and flying about it could easily spot any of them that might steer away from their greens to grass on. Plus, they all obeyed.
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Though maybe this whole farm life thing was already starting to drive her mad. That certainly was a possibility.


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The worst part about convenience stores was, naturally, their convenience. It meant that when someone decided to forego them on account of their atrocious working conditions and the like, that meant forsaking a lot of convenience as well. Which was doubly bad when one needed supplies that could not be found anywhere else in town. Compounded by the Silph Co taking over whole markets in said towns, that was becoming more and more prevalent over time. When she’d been a child, there had been a lot of smaller, more specialized stores. These days it was usually concentrated in both big and small Pokemarts and the like that basically carried everything an ordinary person would need to live.
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But that only made it so much harder to go through life without them. Usually, the skirted and shirted young woman managed, be it through actually monetarily supporting those smaller shops where she could find them, cooking her own food or going to restaurants. But there were toiletries that were hard to acquire outside of specialized stores or, well, Pokemarts. So sometimes, sadly, she did find herself visiting those after all.
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And it was often….difficult. Granted, she was not completely helpless. However, this store in particular suffered from something that she had experienced herself: the corporately demanded, nonsensical reshuffling that so often made life harder for retail workers and and customers’ lives harder. It got people browsing, for they were looking for things that they knew the store carried. But for someone that really did not want to spend any more time than necessary in here than necessary, it was increasingly harsh.
Especially since she just could not find the darn things. Somewhat frantically, she started looking for them harder – until eventually when flipping through shelves, she somehow toppled over a stack of toilet paper near some other customer with a yelp, just looking back and forth in the aftermath, as if not knowing what to do.


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