[X] My Assistant

[Umbrae Calamitas]

Do not apply for this RP. All participating members have been decided. Also, any bunnying of characters has been pre-approved with the characters and RPers in question.

Tuesday couldn’t believe her luck. She had walked for a good part of the day, trying to get as far from Petropolis City as possible. Unfortunately, despite her love of walking and her willingness to continue, exhaustion had won over. She simply wasn’t used to this type of traveling. She had been planning to just find a nice place to set up camp, when she met a farmer alongside the road.

He introduced himself as George. He’d been taking a dinner break on the side of the road when Tuesday had wandered upon his cart. Just finished with his meal, he was more than happy to let her sit in the back, since he was headed in the same direction as she was. He’d thought that she would be adverse to sitting in the hay with a small flock of Mareep, but she must have surprised him. She’d never had any qualms about getting her hands dirty (or the rest of her, for that matter).

She’d slept for the first couple of hours, and the farmer – George – seemed perfectly content with the silence. On occasion, she heard him humming a tune, but he left her alone, probably accustomed to the peaceful quiet of his pokemon passengers.

After she had awoken from her rest, Tuesday decided to take advantage of the surprisingly-smooth ride that she had been granted, and she was finishing up her response letter to Jaima.

However, she was aware that it was a rather long letter for someone who she had never met, and who was just being polite by responding to her about the letter meant for her brother. Maybe she was being a little presumptuous.

Sighing softly and stroking Cyndaquil’s back, which earned her a sleepy coo, she read over her letter.

Jaima,

I'm really, really sorry that my letter got sent to you by mistake. I was in a bit of a rush when I sent it and probably put it in the wrong box or something. I don't even know. Have you ever been to Petropolis? This place is maddening!!

Most people my age don't like books, to tell the truth, so I can understand your sisters (who would be two years younger than me, if they're ten) not caring much for them, either. Maybe they'll learn, though. A lot of what I know about pokemon I gained from books. ^^ And thank you for the compliment.

It's all right about reading it. If you have younger siblings, I can see how you might think it's for you. I always just call my brother, well, Big Brother. It was a tad strange to receive a handwritten letter. I thought that I received a letter for someone else, actually. My brother's letters are always typed because Brone has been blind since he was born, but Cassandra (that's his Kadabra) reads him the letters, or lets him read them through her eyes.

Your Swellow was insistent, though, so I did find out that the letter was for me, obviously. He's a beautiful pokemon. You must take very good care of him, especially if he can fly here so quickly from Lenoilia.

That's where I'm headed next, actually, though I've only heard passing bits about it. Everyone here is too busy to take the time to talk to me, so I'm pretty much left on my own to find out what I need to, other than the occasional bit of aid. If it's that filthy, though, I'll probably just race on through really quickly. I need to get to Arasam next, so, unfortunately, Lenoilia is unavoidable at this point. Oh well, I'll get to see more of Furoh. Silver lining and all that.

It's not that I don't like my sister. I don't like the way she does things. She's... well, she's the one that caught Dante, but she hates fire types and she thought he was weak, so she abused him. She kept him locked up in his pokeball and only fed him enough to keep him alive, and when he was out, she just kept telling him how weak and useless he was. He's better now, as I've had him since I was nine, but he still worries that I'll just up and decide that he's useless at some point, and he has such horrid nightmares it makes me want to cry...

Anyway, so, yeah. I really don't care what Anika does, so long as she doesn't hurt anymore pokemon. And, well, I'd kind of like her to stay away from me. I don't know how she would treat me, really. If people can be that cruel to their friends, how would they treat their family, you know?

Anyway, I'll have to pass through Stink City by the sounds of it, but my main goal next is Arasam, so I probably will just rush on through. And if a nurse doesn't like trainers, then why is she a nurse? That's asinine, in my opinion. I suppose some people just like being unorthodox or vindictive.

I'm going to stop being Tuesday for a moment, and instead, I'll be Frank. You shouldn't keep it all locked up inside. I mean, I'm certainly the last person you'd want to dispel your feelings to, but you should tell someone, you know? If you keep it all locked up and don't face the reality that it happened, you're probably going to drive yourself mad. That, or when you finally do accept it, you'll explode from keeping everything locked inside.

I sort of had this time when something happened that was pretty horrible, and I didn't want to accept that it had happened. Even more than that, though, I didn't want to face the problem and find out if there was more to it. If Cassandra hadn't helped me through it, I probably would have made the biggest mistake of my life and lost my two best friends. So just... don't hide in ignorance. It really isn't smart.

I know I'm just a kid and no one wants to take advice from a twelve-year-old, but... just consider it, okay? And I'm sorry about your dad. I can't say I know what it feels like to lose a parent, but I don't know what I'd do if I lost Brone, so... yeah.

I finally escaped Petropolis, though I was separated from the group I was traveling with. I think they’ll be okay, though, since they’re together. There are Officer Jennys everywhere, though. There was a pokemon thief running around, and he nearly ran the one girl over. After I got separated, I ran into him. Some weird old guy, he really gave me the creeps, but I managed to get away. Tempest, ugh… well, Tempest lived up to her name.

Anyway, I picked up a new friend from the incident, but she’s not going to stay with me for long if I can help it. I had a moment where I misjudged her, but I’m doing better. It’s… linked to that incident I mentioned earlier, where I almost lost my two best friends. Just one of my idiosyncrasies, you could say. I’m en route to Lenoilia, so hopefully what I have planned will work out. A nice farmer is giving me a ride on his cart, because my feet hurt. :P

Wow. This is more like a book than a letter, and I'm still writing, even though I really don't think I'm going to send this. For someone who rarely ever talks, this is a lot for me to say. I should have just left it at a thank you. No doubt you weren't expecting a penpal.

- Tuesday Berdison, the girl who signs her name to letters she doesn't even plan to send...

Crinkling her nose, Tuesday decided that it would probably be better to rewrite the letter. All she needed was a simple thank you. She didn’t need to go all out like she had, and really, she had no right to. She didn’t know this Jaima, and he probably didn’t want to be bothered with some kid.

A cry of “Swell!” caused her to look up in surprise. She blinked, as the Swellow that had delivered her letter from Jaima appeared, perching gracefully on the edge of the cart. The farmer glanced back momentarily, but didn’t seem concerned, and continued driving the Tauros onward.

“Hello again,” Tuesday greeted, smiling at the familiar bird. She noted that Cyndaquil was also looking at the bird, a strange look on her rodent face. “I just need a new piece of paper, Swellow. Hold on a sec.”

Tuesday set the bum-letter to the side and reached into her bag, rooting for a fresh piece of parchment to write on. There was her sketchbook, now where was her stationary? “Aha!” she declared, successfully pulling free a slightly-wrinkled piece of paper.

She blinked in surprise when she looked up.

The Swellow and her letter were gone.

This post has been edited by Umbrae Calamitas: Apr 29 2009, 09:32 PM

[Master Houndoom]

"I don't really get the fish reference, but you're right. We don't want a Beautifly Effect here." Jaima looked around, squinting. "We should find shelter." He did his best to sound calm and in control, but the truth was if he hadn't already taken care of it, he would have wet himself by now.

The pair and their pokémon started to run, but were cut off by a gout of flame from the flying beast. They skid to a halt and ran the other way, Jaima unconsciously reaching for Tuesday's arm to help her along. Their pokémon, while obviously afraid, were quite calm about it, not screaming or carrying on. Ember was watching the sky and trembling, but did not seem to be as afraid as Jaima would expect.

A call from the side caught their attention. "Here, lad and lassie, come over here! This wall is strong stone!" An aged looking farmer was beckoning them from behind a stone wall, and when Tuesday caught sight of him, she nearly stopped. This, unfortunately, caused Jaima to yank her nearly off her feet, as he didn't stop.

"Sorry! Wat's wrong?"

"Um... nothing," the girl said, continuing to run. Jaima let her get ahead, making sure their pokémon were between them. He cast a look over his shoulder, watching the large charizard nervously.

Tuesday had gotten to safety, and rather than watch the drama unfold, she eyed their benefactor curiously. The elder gentleman smiled grimly at her. "I'm thinkin' yuir nae from aroond here, but standin' in th' field with not on but a nightshirt while Flametail is angry is a sure way tae get yuirself roasted."

Jaima looked at him. "This happen a lot around these parts?"

"Oh, from time t' time, Flametail gets his tail in a knot and burns his bum a bit, an' we have tae pay fuir it. Otherwise it's a nice place." The farmer stuck out his hand. "Me names Jorgen, boyo, but ye can call me Jorge." He smiled.

"My names is... um... Jaima."

"Jaimie, is it? A right peculiar name for a lad, but as I've said b'fore, ye don't look like yuir from around there parts. He smuled and put out his hand, which Jaima shook. He didn't think trying to correct the older man would work, and he didn't intend to stay around much longer. He knelt next to Tuesday. "OK, so maybe fighting it out with this great beast isn't what we're here for. Maybe we need to look for a change and see if we can't fix i--"

"S'cuse me, lad, but c'n I ask a question?"

"Um," Jaima said, blinking. "Sure."

"Ye've got these little creatures around ye, and the lass, too. Why?"

"Well... I mean... I caught them and they help me... um... I'm training them."

"Ye c'n train 'em?"

Jaima blinked, then his eyes widened. Pokémon had been trained since ancient times, and there were stories of them being trained in the middle ages, which matched the circumstances. He cast a significant look at Tuesday, who, by her expression, had caught the anomaly as well.

No one in this time knew that pokémon were catchable.

"I think we found our dead beautifly..."