(( Uhhh NYAAAR
*hurries up and finishes the post before she has a chance to procrastinate any longer*
My character aren't gonna do much until this rp picks up~
Also im gonna change Metis' personality a little, she's a troublemaker with a tiny sense of justice
okay ill shut up now))
"He's very loud too- worse than that Loudred in the guild, I can barely hear myself think!" Tsar chirped as he drowsily put various merchandise away. The seashell groaned lightly against the platform it was being set on, soon being forgotten as the Piplup picked up another shell.
"You're telling me," Karak answered softly, picking at the loose threads of his scarf with a rather morose expression in his eyes. Usually it was hard to determine his emotions by looking at his face, as it was often covered by the skull he wore, but his body language was definitely easy to read anyway. His shoulders were slumped and he had his head propped up on a hand. Why can't I just suck it up like everyone else can? I'm pretty sure there's nothing to be scared about... No matter how many times he told himself that, when the time came for him to face his fears he always ended up blowing it somehow. He refused to ignore it or to give up though; he was determined to enter that dojo!...One of these days.
The cubone was vaguely surprised when he realized that Tsar was still rambling on about Brutus. Only vaguely because, well, the Piplup had a habit of going on and on about rather pointless things, or occasionally mumbling to himself. Karak didn't mind much, so long as he kept his voice down. Tsar was a big talker, but at least he didn't insist on yelling in his ear when he spoke. Karak had learned over time that it wasn't necessary to contribute the conversation either, Tsar would ask a question then continue on jabbering or answer it himself. He didn't mind this either, he was a quiet soul and didn't enjoy talking much for fear of saying something that upset someone.
"What were you doing in there anyway-? I don't know how you could stand it; I'm actually suprised your ear drums haven't busted quite yet!" Tsar, at last, finished. Karak had to wonder where he kept all that air. The cubone scrambled onto the stool behind his stand and braced his forelegs on he table, leaning over slightly so he could actually see the Piplup.
"N-No reason." He stammered, giving the impression that there was a reason, but that he didn't want to share it. Karak was about to change the subject, but caught the sudden irritated look on Tsar's face. He seemed to be glaring at his merchandise. Oh.
Was the sudden popularity of the Kecleon Market bothering him? Ever since they arrived two weeks earlier, business at either of their stands had been slow. He had visited them once and they had alot to offer, and as much as he'd hate to admit it, they made Tsar's and Karak's stands combined look pitiful by comparison. While they sold all kinds of things, Tsar sold his novels and seashells, and Karak sold his berries and...Things. Literally, if you visited from a day to day basis, you'd find all bunch of weird things. A pikachu shaped grain of sand, a pair of glasses, a rock with weird designs etched into it, a wooden slingshot, a makeshift bow and arrow, you name it. Most of said things would be deemed useless, and so his stand would be ignored most of the time. Eh, gives me more time to explore anyway.
A pair of irritable amethyst eyes watched the last rays of a setting sun melt away into a hue of lavender. The livid firefox trotted down the stone path, tails bouncing behind her. She brandished a shining bronze explorer badge on the bandana she wore, and a beaten and torn bag was slung over her neck. The rattle from inside sounded rather hollow and empty, she had run fresh out of supplies without realizing and had nearly fainted on the job. When you explored dungeons alone, items tend to run out slower than if you had a partner tagging along. The vulpix often forgot to restock and paid the price by having to flee the dungeon mid-mission. At least the job was to catch a criminal and not to rescue a Pokemon. If that had been the case, screw lack of supplies! There are lives in danger!
Nevertheless, she was reprimanded by a certain Chatot to be more careful and sent off to buy more items so she could get right back to her mission. I'm probably gonna miss dinner as a punishment. Ehh... Not to mention the possibilty of another sorry team taking the job and catching the culprit before she could blink. With this sudden realization, she increased her speed, kicking up dirt and rocks in her wake. Metis passed the dojo on her way to the vendors and felt another burst of rage. She'd been banned from it for a day or two, and tomorrow would be the day she'd be given permission to enter again.
Maybe if she hadn't so boldly barged in and demanded she try the hardest water level, then so easily get her butt and all six tails handed to her, she would still be able to train there, no problems at all.
Metis skidded to a stop at the first two stands she saw, taking a moment to look over the items there. "Whaddya got...?" She said, half to herself, half to the owners of the stands.
