"I’d like to say the same thing, things worthwhile are what make you happy. I’ve had to do a lot of things I never wanted to do, most of which didn’t make me happy. Ended up making things better in general. Gods know if I didn’t do all that where things would have ended up."
He thought back to his days in Ransei. What happened there? Why can’t he remember further than being there? What happened in that battle with him and Nobunaga? He felt physcial pain trying to think back and remember, then he realised what was going on and he He then phased back into reality.
"Sorry, I must be boring you a bit, with my rambling."
Maybelle couldn't help but feel half of the conversation was a bit..one-sided. He seemed to often lose himself in thought, which caused the young breeder to wonder if he was quite all there in the head. But of course, that was probably Chase rubbing off on her. At least Gavin's habit of snapping his thoughts out loud hadn't rubbed off on her. She sighed and shook her head as a Flareon padded into the room, peering at the newcomer. The Pokemon sat itself down and started to groom it's fluff a little bit, casually waiting for its turn to let Maybelle know another egg had hatched.
"Ain't no one got to do nothin'." Maybelle shrugged simply. She didn't have to do breeding, but she did it because it made her happy. She noted the Flareon in the doorway to the back area, waiting there for her. She didn't make an inclination to go, since it would be rude. She knew the Flareon knew it too, and would wait patiently for her. Again she shrugged to the male. "'pends on what ya call bein' borin'. S'just some simple easy conversation I'd reckon."
The girl blinked, looking around, her Ariados standing protectively next to her, glaring warningly at the Litwick.
"H-help… Wh-where am I?" She asked, her voice shaking almost as much as her.
"L-lost… S-so am I." She said, trying her best to calm herself, and not sound completely insane. She took a few deep breaths in through her nose, and out through her mouth.
"… S-sorry, I’m just a l-little tense r-right now." She said, clenching her fists, and digging her fingernails into her palm, the pain of it helping to anchor her.
"What region am I in? Nothing here looks familiar." She said, looking around.
Whickly stared at the Ariados, before scooting behind Gavin, with the expression of one who really wanted to leave and did not feel welcome at all. Whickly also looked particularly hurt that he would be glared at as if he was a common wild Pokemon who would attack a trainer. The little candle grabbed onto Gavin's pant leg, seeking comfort from the one whom he knew loved him. Despite most ghost Pokemon being mischievous, Whickly was a bit of a huge baby. He had always had Gavin since the day he hatched and trusted Gavin to always be there for him. The little guy was just attached to Gavin, and he loved Gavin a lot. Whickly's feelings were also quite sensitive.
Gavin sighed at the Litwick. He loved Whickly, he really did. Sometimes the little candle was too sensitive for his own good. Whickly tried hard in battle and was a good fighter, but outside of battle? Gavin shook his head. He did incline at one question that had him confused. "What region are you in? How do you not know..You know what, I'm not going to question it." he sighed. Nice was not a strong point on Gavin, especially just meeting a person. "You're in Kalos. Specifically in the biggest damn city this region has to offer, Lumiose City." he shook his head and crossed his arms. "How you managed to land yourself here without knowing where you are is beyond me."
"Ah I see, me too. It took some time for me to shake off the strength of my accent. Arceus knows what kind I have now. Some kind of weird Kalos, Ransei, Sinnoh ungodly hybrid of an accent."
He glanced around, estimating the size of the ranch, it was a fairly big place, she definately had a lot to work with. He was good at this sort of thing how? He didn’t know. Probably from Ransei, but with all the memory gaps he would probably never know.
"Yeah, looks like you have your work cut out for you here, not many in Kalos work this hard. Hell, the whole regions’ got so many poofters I’m having to work 3 jobs to cover all the people off sick in my line of work."
He had a sour look thinking about the brass, hiring him part time as a training officer, then asking him to go full time as a police officer and now overtime, because the entire police force is full of pansies who take too much time off when sick.
"'m not so worried 'bout the accent as Gavin is. Chase likes havin' it. I just try to do my bid and let the time pass. Like any other good workin' gal should." she shrugs, reaching out and picking up the Pidgey before it medled with items on the desk. "Now y'all stop doin' that ya hear?" she muttered to the bird, placing it on the Arcanine's back. "Amuse the baby, would ya Annie?" she asked. The Arcanine, Annie, nodded and padded off with the baby Pidgey on board.
She shook her head. Her work covered? She'd probably done more on the family land they had back in Kanto than she'd ever do here. "'m used to work. Ain't a dull day goin' by when ya got the chores and young 'uns to keep in line." she motioned to the back where Annie had taken the baby Pidgey. "As to the fields, I reckon I can operate the machines fair. Ain't no rocket science. Learn it once, ya ain't forgettin'." she shrugs it off. "If y'all ask me, I say the only things worth doin' in your life is what makes ya happy. Nothin' more, nothin' less."
The person was a pale, young girl, maybe about nineteen years old. Her skin was pale, her hair was messy, and grey. She wore the clothes of a psychic, although dyed white, with a pale pink band around it. She had no Pokeballs, but an Ariados protectively followed her.
The air around her was… Strange. As if there was something there, just out of sight, watching. The boy’s Litwick, being one of the few things that could see the source of the disturbance, as it was a ghost type, would see a black shadow, twisting about the girl’s body, two soft yellow eyes glaring right at the candle Pokemon. It seemed to be harmless, however; It wasn’t touching the girl, nor was it distracting or otherwise harming her. It seemed to be more of a passenger than an attacker.
However, the boy she’d been following would simply see the pale girl, the air around her slightly strange. She looked exhausted, and confused, and at his words, she snapped her head up, as if waking from a trance.
"H-help?" She asked, blinking slowly.
"H-help, yes!" She said, nodding.
"I-I need help…" She mumbled, trying to gather her muddled, confused thoughts.
Gavin opened his mouth, and then stared down as Whickly began to make noises. Distressed noises. The little candle seemed focused on something around the girl. Gavin raised an eyebrow. Did he trust her? If Whickly was unsure about it... He sighed. Better be honest, best thing to do in this case. Especially if it was directions. But the way Whickly was wigging out set him on edge. He shrugged.
"'m probably not the best you should be askin' then." he shrugged. He scowled a little, hearing the accent peak it's head through. Getting rid of that damned country accent was a hard thing to do. But Gavin's was barely pronounced. "I'm new. Just moved in. And I'm lost." he hated to admit it, and it showed on his face. Whickly continued to jump and make noises and Gavin looked down at the Litwick. "Whickly!" he scolded. Whickly stopped and stared up at Gavin, eye wide and frowning, obviously upset.
Gavin sighed. "Stop it. You're being weird. I'm sorry but, I don't see any reason to wig out like that." at Whickly's hurt expression Gavin sighed again. "Please Whickly, try to understand it from my perspective?" he looked relieved as the Litwick seemed to understand and calmed down, although the poor thing was still on edge.
Chase flashed a grin, tipping his hat slightly. "Anythin' for a pretty lil' lady such as yourself." A good 'don't let it get to your head' might have been good for him right just then, but if it was, his sister and brother seemed to not say a word. Maybelle was fine with said verdict, and Gavin really could not care less.
Al sighed, it was going to be a long day’s hunting, so much for a relaxing day off. Stupid K9 units didn’t the police have enough mightyena? I mean most of the police force was ill so surely there wouldn’t be enough officers for this many pokemon. He was a cop, not a breeder, why couldn’t they cut his shifts for this rather than his days off.
"Sure, what kind of farm are you running anyway, I haven’t been here very often so I’m not familiar with what goes on here."
Then his mind caught onto something.
"Hang on. Your accent, you’re from Kanto aren’t you?"
Maybelle raised an eyebrow. "We run a Ranch." she said, bewildered the sign hadn't been obvious enough. "I run breedin'. My brothers are s'posed to work the land. Ain't like they be doin' it." she shrugs. She heaves a sigh, placing the Pidgey on a desk, letting the little bird hop around. "We do come from Kanto. Bin tryin' a' learn not to let it show too much, but accents ain't easy to be rid of." she laughs. She shakes her head, and flicks her hair over her shoulder, a little annoyed by it.
"We ain't been keen on gettin out much, aside from the no good 'raver' of a brother we got. Gavin's probably sleepin' it off now." she shakes her head, and sighs. "Chase is due to leave in 'bout 5 minutes too." she runs a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs up with a sigh. "I'm bein' the one whose gotta look after everythin' it seems. Not that I 'spected any less." she shrugs.
"Yeah hi. Quick question, did you see any up to 5 poochyena running around here, They all got loose at once and I think they ended up on your land."
Al’s clothes were a bit messed up, since he was looking for these pups everywhere. He hated doing these breeding runs for the K9 units, but his mightena always had reliable pups so they were going to keep on asking him. Even if it did cut into his days off dramatically.
"They’re kind of important so I need to find them before too long."
Maybelle was a bit...taken aback by the abruptness of the greeting, but recovered and brushed some of her pink hair back. "Um.. No." she shook her head. She hadn't, and she was pretty sure Chase would have made a royal ruckus about it if he spotted anything running around the farm. She was to keep her breeding to her area, Chase did not want to be running after escapees. There was enough to do, plus. Bad memories. Well, bad for Chase. Amusing for anyone else involved. But those were memories from back in Kanto.
She half wondered if moving regions was a smart idea just then. She sighed and shook her head. She would for sure have to get back to tending the young, especially since she heard a distinct crash from the back room. Pidgeys. Too curious for their own good. She was about to excuse herself when an Arcanine came into the room and deposited a Pidgey in front of her. So that would be the trouble maker. She raised an eyebrow at the baby bird, who chirped up at her, evidently pleased it had spilled water all over itself. "You'll have to excuse me, I should really be gettin' back 'round." she says, picking up the troublesome bird. "If your stock hadda bin runnin' round, Chase woulda came in a hollerin'."
Maybelle smiled at the small little Pidgey that had just hatched under her care. It was the fifth hatcher this morning. She stood up and stifled a yawn. She had woken up early. Then again, she'd not gotten much rest in the first place. She wandered over to the yard where many of the Pokemon she had for adoption were playing, happy and carefree. She glanced out to the fields, watching machinery operate in the distance. That would be Chase, working the field like he promised he would. Or at least, for the next 15 minutes. She knew him to be precise. He said only 3 hours of work then he was leaving to go find people. 15 minutes was left on those 3 hours.
She sighed. Not that she would argue with him or try to push him to work longer. She would have to pick up field work soon. She smiled to her Flareon who seemed to pick up on her mood. "Now y'all go look after the eggs, okay?" she sent her Flareon off. Fire types were best with eggs, after all. She smiled softly as she watched the Flareon run off to join the other fire types she had with the eggs. It was then she heard someone enter the front building. Did someone see her adds? She hurried to the front to meet the visitor.
"H-Howdy!" she suddenly realized how silly she must sound, and her promise to herself to not greet people like she would if she was back in Kanto. "I-I mean.. Hello! How may I be of service?" she chose her vocabulary carefully, the certain southern accent still very pronounced and there, but at least she was trying to speak like a formal person would.
Gavin ran a hand through his neon green hair and huffed. So, maybe he was little lost. Okay, more than a little lost. Lumiose was bigger than he had thought. And he had no clue where the hell the night life was at, where the clubs were, or anything of the sort. He glanced down beside him at the little candle happily following along. At least Whickly was having a good time. Gavin didn't blame the little Litwick. After all, it had been a rough move, having been stuck in a Pokeball the entire time.
Gavin shook his half shaved head and heaved a sigh. Lost. Really really lost. He'd never get back to the Ranch at this rate, and most of the good hours of the night had already passed him by. What a lame drag this move was turning out to be. No clubs, no partying, no social life. Just nagging country bumpkin siblings and getting lost in cities. Brilliant. He knew Whickly would be gathering that Gavin was in a rather foul mood, but he wasn't going to try to even pass it off. It was the Litwicks urgent noises that turned Gavin's attention to a new comer who had been behind them long enough to set Whickly off.
"Can I help?" he asked. He should be asking if the person could help him, but as far as he was concerned, he'd rather not admit it right off the bat.
"Maybelle, stop your insistent...ugh!" A disgruntled green haired man pushed his way past his strawberry haired sister who stared after him looking confused and slightly hurt. Maybelle sighed, and looked to her other brother who was toting in a suitcase. He placed it down and fixed the white hat that sat atop his blond head. He raised an eyebrow to her and she sighed. "Gavin's not bein' of the nice variety." she spoke, a southern accent pronounced in her speech.
"He's been hankerin' to git his arse settled in ta git out there in the city life. Ain't gonna do well ta be worryin' over him. He'll be outta yer hair sooner than later, Belle." He slipped his hat off, letting it hang just off his back as he fixed the scarf around his neck. "I'm gonna get me a room, holler if ya need some help Belle." with that he was off, in the direction Gavin had gone in. Maybelle sighed and went to drag the suitcase he had abandoned across the floor with her.
"Get your own room CJ." Was what Gavin greeted his brother with when CJ appeared in the door the the room Gavin had chosen. The angry flush that appeared on CJ's face amused Gavin to no ends. "DAMNIT I TOLD YA IT'S CHASE. CHASE JACK IF YA FEEL YA GOTTA YA NO GOOD DOWN LOW DIRTY NASTY--" "Varmit. I know." Gavin cut Chase off, grinning widely. Chase gaped at him angrily from the doorway, and ended up stalking off down the hall to pick a new room. One that was 'varmit free'. Gavin chuckled, unpacking his items in the room he chose. Of course he chose the largest room. Being oldest, he had privilege. And if his family was going to force him to live here with his sibblings on a damn Ranch, he'd better be damn comfy.
Chase settled with what he saw as the second biggest room, albeit grumpily. He complained loudly and often in the next few hours over being stuck unfairly with the room he had. Maybelle kept her mouth shut, despite not really getting any of a pick. She was more happy with the fact they finally had their own place. And she even got to name it! Only because their father snapped at the boys bickering and allowed her to chose the name. Flareon Fluff Ranch. She of course named it that because of her very own Flareon whom she'd had since she was a little girl. That was the first Pokemon she ever hatched. She even had picked the egg she wanted to take care of. Her Eevee had chosen a fire stone when presented the choice, and Maybelle made sure her Flareon knew that it made a wonderful choice, and would have even if it hadn't chose fire.
Of course Maybelle had to set up the Ranch and get her two bickering siblings to help her put items away and make sure the land on the Ranch was good. They spent the afternoon out in the fields making sure everything was in order and receiving equipment their parents had sent out to them. Maybelle was at home with the little house off from the main one that was suited with it's own little fenced in yard that was absolutely perfect for breeding and raising Pokemon. She'd make sure that Chase tended to the land as much as he did to chasing his cowboy fantasies. Perhaps she'd even make him give out self defense lessons, he was damn good at hand to hand thanks to playing cowboy all his life.
Gavin on the other hand... She'd be lucky if she ever got a glimpse of him in the daylight after the next few days. Nightlife with the more brightly colored people who weren't in any way in tune with the country. He was born country, but his heart yearned for the city. Maybelle could understand and look a little past that fact. Chase never really could. probably because Gavin teased the ever loving bejesus out of him. Maybelle knew she'd have her hands full. She was always a soft spoken and kind hearted girl, and with two headstrong older brothers... Well. This was sure to be an adventure all it's own.
All she knew right now, as she watched the sun slip low down past the horizon, was that everything was moved in and set up. She had all her Pokemon ready, including new arrivals on the way. She smiled as she sat by her window, staring out as night slowly crept over their lovely new Ranch. Soon she'd be meeting people and giving out the new babies that were surely to arrive the next morning. She'd have Chase go out and find some new Pokemon for her to add into her breeding. But right just then, she was tired. She closed her window and walked over to her bed, flopping down on it with a smile. She patted it and her Flareon jumped up on it and proceeded to curl up by the pink haired girl. Maybelle pet the little Flareon gently before letting herself slip off to sleep. It was a big day, and tomorrow promised even more big things...
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