Thread: Pokemon: A Trainer's Crutch (LilGunner/BennyQ)

I wouldnt recommend going full gallop in the woods. You might hit a low lying branch or something. Best take it slow. The town isnt going anywhere. Aydin answered her, curious and intrigued by this information. He didnt know that about Rapidashs. Perhaps he should acquire one himself, though given Kayas disposition towards the horse-pokemon, he figured it had been gifted to her and not caught wildly anywhere. He could have laughed at the surprised quirk of her eyebrows when he offered to help. He needed a helper, not a replacement for himself. They were still his Pokemon and he was entitled to spend time with them too, was he not? She was still getting paid for it regardless. He did smile apologetically when she complimented the drink, though he could gleam the truth of it from her lopsided smile and words. It was adorable in a way. Whisky. A bit strong but its good for the palette and throat. Keeps some of the cold away too. He told her. He didnt think the food was anything special. A meal made with what amenities were available. Wild carrots could be found in the nearby countryside. There was plenty of wild herb and root. Whatever else could be got from the Silvertown markets. But a steak would be nice one day. They ate heartedly and Aydin was joyed to see Kaya put away two whole bowls of it. It was difficult not to watch her throughout. Women eating was always an extraordinary affair. They didnt like it, or rather no one liked being watched when eating, yet it was an attractive sight that was hard to avoid. Aydin tried his best to be polite though, pretending to look past her sometimes or elsewhere. Thank you. He said when she took care of the dishes. Their partnership seemed so natural already, doing tasks and chores without even being needed to be told or asked. It wasnt even a part of her paid duties to do any of this. She was a traditional good girl in that way. And you, Aydin, are a sneak and a liar. And he went chill to the bone when Kaya asked about his work. Stupid. He was, for even mentioning it, when he should have been concealing it out of all things. His thoughts went down the path that would lead to the basement and the hidden trap door into the cellar, where high tech servers and machinery and a dual monitor computer sat with tons of incriminating evidence. His smile failed him a moment and he looked down at his empty liquor cup, passing it hand to hand. He needed to formulate a good lie for this. Nidorina watched him, sensing his discomfort. He needed to remember that his Pokemon were much attuned to him. Negative emotions could carry over. And if discussion of his work made him seem uneasy, it might raise suspicions as to what it was. She made her own guess so he went with it. Youre correct. Even half a researcher would be good for me. Aydin said, half lying, half telling the truth. He was doing research. But not for the same noble causes like the Professors. Theres plenty of wild, rare, and uncommon Pokemon on this mountain. I want to record and observe them. Compile my research together and then publish it. I might have retired from adventuring but I could never retire from Pokemon completely. He said, rubbing Nidorinas head who chirped happily at the touch. Something to do in my old age, you know? He jested, for he was still a young man, in his prime, and had no signs of aging or any of that. But compared to the energetic and intelligent Kaya? He felt old. And yet he felt younger too. He did not think anything wrong with the question, which might mean he was willing to answer more personal questions. He liked that Kaya was curious about him. Maybe she shared similar attractions as he did for her. Id rather not show it though. Its all very secretive. The unfinished work is not pretty or neat. If I ever do complete it, hopefully itll be tidy to look at. He said, rising to his feet. He walked over and poured himself another drink, turning to her and shaking the bottle a little to ask her silently if she wanted another to. Lets go out and see how you work. The evening meal can be quite rowdy. Aydin instructed next and went to put on a coat before heading on outside, drink in hand. His Pokemon were still scattered about. The water Pokemon lounged or swam. Those of the field ran or exercised. Predators like Arbok or Sneasel lurked in the grass, watchful. Jolteon and Raticate chased one another. Spearow watched from a tree, while Hoothoot and Golbat slept on another branch. It would be breakfast for them. Rhydon was busy with his rock collection, large boulders taller than any human, which he moved and shaped with his horn, before simply discarding and breaking them into little pebbles. It was childish in a way, like playing, yet done with a fierce determination. Alakazam mediated in the shadow of a tree as always. Ampharos came waddling over with excessive joy as usual, hugging Aydin who hugged her back with a laugh. Theres a bell in the barn. Ring it. A few might need sheparding but they should come. Once they are eating, Ill take you to feed my Typhlosion. If he wants to eat. Aydin shrugged, sipping his drink. How are you feeling? He asked her with a smirk, swirling his cup idly in his hand. Does it warm your tummy? He asked, his eyes lingering there a moment. Short term effect but useful for bouts of coming in and out of this cold.