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Start your... Engines?

POSTED ON Jun 17, 2023 2:12:49 GMT

June took Josh's hand and pulled herself upright. "I've ridden before! Just... not on a Cyclizar. Caught me off guard."

She didn't comment on the advice, however. That was a difference in opinion that arguing simply would not change. In her eyes, limits were just a silly thing that held back those too scared to break 'em! This was just another moment where she would kick down any obstacle in her path that prevented her from being the best she could be! Whether that was actually a good idea or not, she absolutely was not the person to ask.

"screEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeee!"

Right. Matchstick. June quickly took the poke ball from its holster and released the pokemon from its hold. After a flash of light and materialization, the bird of prey made itself present. It wasted no time by stretching its wings and craning its next from side to side. While it did that, it closed the distance between itself and June.

"Sorry about that, I was--"

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Matchstick delivered several calculated, careful jabs at its trainer. She held up her arms in self defense. Unfortunately, the pokemon instead attacked her arms instead. Enough force to sent several spikes of pain through her body, but not enough to leave any long lasting marks. This pokemon had both done this before AND perfected the movements down to a science. June knew that Matchstick wouldn't cause any serious harm, yet that did little to comfort her during the light assault. The Talonflame wanted to send a message, and it made it perfectly clear:

Do not pull that sort of shit again.

After Josh asked his question to the crowd, she finally had had enough from the bird. She grabbed hold of its beak and straightened back up. She raised her hand high, "Tons! Me and Matchstick here have so much practice with one another, we're practically one in the skies!"

The pokemon wrestled free from her grip and cocked its head at June. Was this a sign of agreeance or doubt? It was impossible to tell, but the glare she gave back to the Talonflame said plenty.

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Sign Here, Please!

POSTED ON Jun 16, 2023 20:57:24 GMT

The door opened to reveal... what the hell? Dozens of ancient looking antiques littered the smaller apartment, as if they grew from the very walls and floor. Each one looked roughly the same in every way but shape: old, dusty, and generally past their prime. If she hadn't guessed what the hell was in this parcel before, it would've been obvious now.

June pushed her way into the entryway, careful to shut the door and follow her client into the cramped space. Every step taken gently, and every movement of her body a careful, calculated process. How this guy managed to live in such a place surprised her: she would've lost her mind after a day or two of conditions like this. If it weren't for the nature of her visit, she would've offered to help get some of this mess figured out. Not that the place was actually dirty, which came as a surprise. Usually when things got this disheveled, it was due to an abundance of trash, litter, and an excess of 'not giving a shit'.

At the first possible sign of a solid surface, she would set down the box she carried and roll her shoulders several times. "Quite the collection you got here. Never seen anything like it before, 'cept maybe in a museum or something."

The delivery-girl decided to not press the matter any further: she wasn't here to make suggestions on his living style. She reached into her bag on her back and pulled out a clipboard with some loose pages. A few forms were handed over, each page more bent than the last. A blue ballpoint pen dangled in the air as she practically shoved it into Howard's hands. "And yea, just need you to sign a few things. Standard procedure, you know how it is."

In layman's terms: covering her ass in case something got seriously fucked up on the trip. In the meantime, she absentmindedly glazed over all the rare valuables on display. Guy was probably some researcher or collector with little self control. All of this surely cost a small fortune, yet the number of antiques only grew. Just how long had this guy been doing this? And some looked a little too nice to be something you'd find in any old ruins.

"...Gah, alright, I gotta ask. How the hell you got so many of these things?"

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Start your... Engines?

POSTED ON Jun 15, 2023 19:28:08 GMT

June rubbed the head of the creature, got onto its back, and let it take the lead. First impressions were... disappointing, to say the least. Each step rocked her around the mantle, and he barely managed to keep on with a strong grip onto it's body. Certainly not the worst ride she's had, but far from the ride of Matchstick, or even her proper motor bike. As they got on the closest track proper, she realized that she was in it for the long haul on this awful ride for a minute or two. Maybe she shouldn't have eaten lunch early after all.

But then, everything changed in the blink of an eye. As the Cyclizar sped up to a proper speed, it utilized its air sacs to gain the 'wheels' necessary for its record speeds. Gone was the rough, juttery movement. Replaced with the all too familiar smoothness from her own ride. The wind whipped through her hair, quickly transitioning from a gentle breeze to a full blown assault as it simply went whichever direction it did. It felt odd without her helmet on, but she would be lying if she said it wasn't a pleasant experience.

But the most important thing to her, the speed, had yet to show itself. The straight away had given it the time to reach a typical speed for the course, but then the pokemon went faster. Their first turn felt wonderful, the second exhilarating, and the third? Downright dreamy. That silky smooth ride with excellent speed and some honestly decent control gave her a nice surprise.

Much like when the pokemon decided to stop its manual crontrol. That guard rail only grew bigger and closer!

"ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--"

Instinct took over, the kind she had when on the wings of her own pokemon: she took the metaphorical reins and steered the Cyclizar. Around the bend and not right into the rail that would do very awful things to their bones and limbs. Far from clean, but a turn nonetheless. Right into another. Then more obstacles and turns. They had gone so far, but there was still plenty of ground to cover. Even if June hadn't run this course in a while, the general path had been burned into her mind. No conscious thought could've helped her on this track anyway. While muscle memory steered them through the bumps and blocks, her mental space echoed two thoughts at equal strength:

"THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGGGGG!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"

Child-like wonder and the existential dread of being just one slip up away from a grave clashed jarringly inside her skull. Appreciation and relief for each bend they didn't run straight past. Wonder and anxiety from just how fast they ran the course. Thankfully, these emotions would dwindle in scope as they rounded the last turn and came back to the straight away. Whether intentional or by sheer luck, June had done the course and not gotten either of them seriously hurt!

That, or the Cyclizar had only given her the illusion of control. Whatever the case, she pulled back on the living bike to signal a stop. Sure enough, the pokemon did just that. After such an adrenaline rush, as well as the sudden decrease in speed, her head spun on an axis. Right after the Cyclizar stopped completely she half-stumbled-slash-half-fell onto the ground. A blank, blue-and-white canvas greeted her as she tried to get both the world to stop spinning and for her stomach to not eject all its contents. Was that the teacher again, back down early from lunch? It was hard to say.

"I swear... I'm fine... teach'!" she called over faintly.

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POSTED ON Jun 14, 2023 8:12:51 GMT

Was that them? June squinted way above her head, unsure of what that figure was. It took a few moments for realization to settle in: that was them! Her teacher! A Talonflame of their own, which made quick work of the descent. A person hopped away from the pokemon and came up to the delivery girl.

"Oh! Well. Sure! I'll just. Wait here. For forty-five minutes. Yep. Totally..."

Her brain screamed at the top of its 'lungs'. There was no way she had shown up this early! Usually their class met at... wait, no, it started after... but surely she would remember that...

Man, it had been quite some time since she'd been here. How long? She tried to add up the weeks in her head, but she stopped soon after she started to get to a very uncomfortable number. A large number. Maybe that's why Matchstick seemed so aggressive, as it continued to wriggle around in its ball. More restless than last time, anyway. Unfortunately, she too felt that restlessness. The student had come ready to get right down to business, not wait around. Even if she explored the grounds herself, it would do little to quell her

At least Josh's pokemon seemed nice! They mulled around the area, mostly keeping to themselves. They might've given her a glance or a curious stare but didn't make any moves towards her. All except one of the Cyclizar. It slowly approached her, which caused her to put a foot backward. She'd seen plenty of the things in the region, but she'd never actually seen one this close. Much more lean and spry than June initially thought, but still muscular all the same. A lot longer, too.

June raised an eyebrow to the pokemon People always told her that she should really 'invest' in a Cyclizar but... was that really the right choice? Her bike worked plenty fine, and gave her something throw all her money to in order to keep in tip top shape. This was a tried and true pokemon, flesh and blood. Not a money sink, but a time one. Perhaps more importantly, however, was the nature of the beast. Machines could be replaced with money; these could not.

"Well, look at you," she said to the Cyclizar. "All... whatever the word is! Wonder how fast you can go..."

She had seen the comparisons to other vehicles and the like. Average speeds, top speeds, the whole nine yards. It always seemed impressive, but it was no surprise that those sorts of statistics always had outliers and cherry-picked results. If only there were some way to--

There was no way she'd get away with something like that, right? Absolutely absurd. Sure, the entire reason she was here was to go really fast and race, but to use someone else's pokemon while they weren't around...

"It wouldn't hurt to go for a quick warm-up lap, yea?" She asked the Cyclizar. She reached over to pat it on the head, in her own careful yet curious way.

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Sign Here, Please!

POSTED ON Jun 14, 2023 7:15:31 GMT

Another day, another delivery! June looked down at her phone while she absentmindedly climbed the stairs two at a time. Client lived in an apartment building, and had ordered something on the heavier side. Either this guy was yet another 'comedian' who thought it rather funny to order for packages filled with rocks, or they were looking to get in shape themselves.

Dingy lights illuminated the stair well as she breathed deeply. This place certainly wasn't a looker, yet it was certainly not the worst place either. Better than whatever the hell she called 'home'. It smelled decently too, like those two star hotels you'd rent out in the middle of the night to finalize some shady deal with even shadier individuals. Except June wasn't shady at all, neither was this place, and the recipient didn't seem terribly awful either.

The little she knew, anyway. Where the hell was 'Howard' again? She stopped on a particular floor, which matched the one from her e-mail. She stepped forward and examined the doors. No, no no... oh, that one! Hadn't been too far from the stairs. This guy must be pretty lucky to score a deal like that! She had to be on the top floor at the very end, and yet these people were not but a hop, skip, and a jump away!

June walked up to the door and knocked lightly. "Hello, Mr. Slayte? Got your delivery here. For... whatever the hell you got!"

If they had labeled the box or sent what was inside, she didn't bother to look. It wasn't a weapon and that was about all she needed to know. Less she knew, the better. Even if she wanted to do nothing more but tear open the packaging and see what the hell they ordered.

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2023 18:38:14 GMT

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2023 18:35:11 GMT

June readjusted the sling that pressed a tad too hard into her chest as she examined the Racing Grounds. The smell of fresh air was a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of cities, worn roads, or the lack thereof whenever she had to take to the skies. Combined with the warm summer air that hung around the grounds at this time of day, it felt like a whole different world. Like a return to her 'roots', despite her roots being firmly planted in the city.

A place that would have to wait. She had an obligation! Yes! It had been a while since she had been back to this race track due to work, but that changed now. June needed to get back out there, and go as fast as physically possible! No worries about outside forces like pedestrians or other travelers, nor if the weather would stay good the entire day, or all those other things. This would be a new leaf--

"Caw, caaaaaawww!"

The poke ball by her side shook with excitement. Oh. Right. Matchstick.

No, this was not a passionate, spur of the moment decision from her own good will. If anything, she wanted to be back on the road more than anything else. However, there was an incredibly violent and fast bird of prey in her poke ball that practically demanded this time spent here. A ritual of sorts:

If June lets Matchstick do her thing here, she won't cause problems for her trainer in her daily life.

So, she trekked forward onto the Racing Grounds. What was her teacher's name again? Started with a J or a G, she thought. On the shorter side too. Maybe they'd be closer to the actual grounds themselves instead of some stuffy office? June started her search there, hopeful it would not be a particularly long one-- her Talonflame continued its struggle in the ball, desperate to be free and to soar the skies however it pleased.

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