Nailed It!

"I am aware I've been misled I disconnect my heart, my head Don't wanna recognize when things go bad The things that you'll accept Except that I am finding the words- To say I'm ready." Yeah, hey! If it's an upgrade you want, don't be shy! Check out the different styles we've got- standard cookie cutter junk right here and the more risque selection right- over- here! [AU!gameverse!Aaron RP Blog] |Part of the Closed Group: Harvestmon| [Disclaimer: Mun does not own any of the artwork or icons used on this blog unless otherwise stated.]

[naileditaaron]

 It happened while he was painting near the town square.

The lighting was fine. The angle seemed fair. The picture itself— Aaron frowned, trying to pick apart why the scenery he’d picked to practice just didn’t feel right. He had wanted to try his hand at a commonplace setting, thus his wandering into town, and nothing had seemed to fit the bill better than where this light post, bench, and flowerbed met. 

The light post gave him a rustic kind of feeling and he was content with that— so, that couldn’t be it. The flower bed was… admittedly, lacking some color, but that in itself fit the charm that this section of the town had to offer. The bench—

Aaron stiffened. The bench. That’s what it was. Its form was wrong and the wood choice was terrible. Sturdy, sure, but there were such ways to fill that form while also keeping a form of art in the build.

Good thing he’d towed his ax along!

…And, of course, someone had to walk by just as he raised the tool above his head, his intentions clear for the bench.

"…This is not what it looks like."

[naileditaaron]

siezumi

 ”Hang on, Beautifly. We just gotta chop up a bit more, and then we can head home.” He nudged her away with a gentle bump of his fist, redirecting his attention to the targeted tree in his sights. Axe in his hand, he called Scizor off with a wave— he’d get this last one. And so, he set to work by raising his axe and— Beautifly settled on his knuckles once again.

"Hey, what’s going on with you?!" He looked at her with a bit of a pouty frown— and after doing so, he suddenly understood her urgency. "GAH. Beautifly! Don’t tell me you got into another poison vat!" Of course, the dull look in her eyes was more than answer enough.

"Scizor, finish this up for me!—" Pulling her into his arms, he dropped his axe and immediately took off running— Luckily, they weren’t too far from the Nocturne Orchard and, if he wasn’t mistaken, they sold berries—

He shouldered his way past the door and grabbed the shoulder of the first person he saw, a blonde man, roughly his height. “Do you have any Pecha berries?!”

[sasteavoir]

Riley took the rolls of textile into his arms and nodded his head in thanks,  practically having to juggle them around as there was quite a lot of them.

"Yes, it is.. Thank you." He raised his eyebrow and smiled lightly. "Well, isn’t it obvious..? I’m a tailor."

Was it obvious? But then again kids from his part of the neighbourhood joked that the owner of Avoir Tailleur was some sort of ghost. Some people even thought the Pokemon ran the shop. Sighing, Riley held out his hand for this stranger to shake, and he introduced himself. "My name is Riley. Lovely to meet you." He paused for a second. "I run a small tailor shop called Avoir Tailleur."

[naileditaaron]

 Seeing him struggle to contain all the rolls within his grasp— well, Aaron almost left him at it, but some small surge of resignation pushed him on to sigh before he picked off several of them from the man’s grasp, jerking his chin upward almost as if to ask, “Where to?”

"Tailor Riley, the owner of the tailor shop called Avoir Tailleur," Aaron stumbled on the pronunciation slightly, clapping his own free hand against Riley’s open one before giving him a firm shake. "Well, I’ll never forget you’re a tailor now."

And then he did a double take. “Ah, you’re that shop’s tailor!” He gave him a nod of approval. “I’ve seen your scarves. They’re kind of… excellent.” He shrugged.

[theblossomprincess]

Erika beamed when the customer began to talk. With every word and the small compliment, her smile grew. She loved when customers came into the shop, even if they were just looking. Watching others enjoy the beauty of nature made her the happiest person in the world.

"So," Erika began, pondering the man’s request, "you want something more…? So you want something new, probably something mixed…"

"I take it that you’ll want something big." She closed her eyes and put her finger to her lips. "Mm, I think I can see it. Maybe, blue and purple hydrangeas, magenta tulips, and white stock flowers and freesias. Oh, or maybe a white rose based bouquet with blue gerberas, But also, you may have other ideas…"

Erika opened her eyes back up and watched as the boy moved around the shop. She noticed Lilligant was following the boy around, analyzing his every move. She let out a small giggle.

[naileditaaron]

Why hadn’t he stepped in sooner? At this rate, Aaron would be able to pick up a brush and paint an onslaught of various creations for days on end— making time for his customers, through and through, of course, but—… And that’s when he realized he was being tailed and he turned around to blink at his follower.

 ”… Hey! Aren’t you a cutie?!” Wah, Lilligant were such graceful Pokemon; his face broke out into a grin and he leaned over to greet the Lilligant. “Check you out, huh? Don’t worry, I think you and the flowers all give each other healthy competition!”

Speaking of which. He looked up, belatedly registering the girl’s suggestion, dropping a fist into an open palm. “Yes. Yeah! What you said! That sounds— the first one sounds perfect!”

He glanced over his shoulder again. “D’you have something like that? Did I miss it?”

[thewhitelodges]

    Hilda leaned over the counter top, looking over the small restaurant. It was quiet days like this she slightly questioned her career path, standing bored with an empty wallet. Of course she knew it just happened to be a slow day, but she honestly had little to no patience, and her mind was wandering places. Standing up straight and sighing, she wandered over to the large window overlooking the farm.

    It was small, barely able to be called a farm at this point, mostly growing herbs and wheat, along with grass for the few Pokémon she kept around. When she was younger, this very farm was much more expansive, growing all sorts of crops for not only the family, but the community. Growing up, she slowly watched it fall into disrepair, which is why now it was kept to such a small size. However, sometimes she still longed for the wide pastures and even the hard work. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she looked out the window, eyes following the Zebstrika around as she began wondering whether she was truly bored enough to go out and clean out its stable.

    A sudden ding of a the front door opening alerted Hilda, almost jumping as her back had been to the door. She quickly spun around and brushed herself off, happily repositioning herself behind the counter. Finally, the customer she’s been waiting for! Giving off her best hostess smile, she asked, “Hello there, how may I help you today~?”

[naileditaaron]

 ”Hey there, Hilda!” Aaron greeted her instantaneously— not quite giving her a glance before swerving from his original path to the counter and redirecting himself to glance around the room, beaming mechanically. “Whoa, hey, it’s built up real nice, with the decorations and stuff! Good work!” The pleased nodding that followed eventually drifted and he finally made his way up to her.

"Not that I was worried, of course—" He added as an afterthought with a dismissive wave of his hand. And he hadn’t been— for the most part. Transitioning the building with an expansion had been a fun job and one of his biggest ones to date— but Hilda had pegged him as the kind of person who could manage it. Well, probably. His people skills weren’t terribly solid yet, so who knew?

"I actually have a job that’s gonna take a few good days and I’m not sure I feel up to going back and forth to the mountain if it’s all I’m gonna be focusing on." He tapped his ten fingers against the counter in one motion. "Couldn’t pass up a chance to stay here either, heh! Book me a couple of nights?"

[naileditaaron]

 [Alright, so I'll finish up on Brawly, and then work on stuff over here. Likewise, like this if you'd like a starter!]

[theblossomprincess]

Erika smiled as she lifted up a pile of peonies, lilies, and snapdragons. She carefully pulled out a glass vase and began to slip the flowers inside. She organized them in a certain way: pink and red peonies in the front, pink lilies on the sides, and orange snapdragons at the back.

When finished with the bunch of flowers, Erika pulled out a grass paper strip and tied them around the stem. She pulled out a sheet out light red plastic and wrapped it around the outside of the bouquet. Then she gently dropped the bouquet into a vase towards the back. It was not meant to be a centerpiece like her roses, but a beautiful background item.

"Do you like it Lil’?" Erika asked Lilligant, who smiled back at her. "Oh, I like it too. It’s so pretty."

Erika let out a yawn and stretched. It was the perfect day to take a nap; the sun was shining in the perfect angle, noisy little cacnea had stayed with the other cacti, and she had just finished the last bouquet for the day. She glanced out the door and seeing no one coming, decided to doze off.

Right as her eyes began to slip closed, she heard the bell of the door opening. Erika lifted her head off of the counter and blinked at the person who had just walked in. She stood up immediately and showed a sleepy smile to the customer. “Oh, hello. Are you looking for anything specific?”

[naileditaaron]

  Normally, just passing by the shop was enough-- the sight of interesting arrangements and beautifully pieced together colors occasionally drove a spike of inspiration into Aaron on glimpses alone. His artistic blocks didn't come often, and it was places like these that worked to keep it at bay plenty. But, lately, something had been off-- and, passing by a mark of wonders like this only served to remind him of it rather than align him once again.

Naturally, the only fix would be going inside.

He jumped internally as the bell went off when he'd finally stopped standing around and pushed his way in, having expected silence-- and then came the warm greeting from the shop's tender. 

"Specific? I think so, but, well, past that-- I couldn't tell you." He offered her a point-blank smile and a wave of his hand as he stepped further in, glancing around avidly, oblivious to her previously sleepy condition.

"These're all excellent." He nodded to himself thoughtfully, blinking around at the bouquets on display. His eyes skimmed over them, almost hungrily. "Really pretty. Enthralling. But I need something that's more..."

[sasteavoir]

Riley had been ushered out of his tailor shop by his Leavanny and Lucario, whom had insisted that he should get fresh air and go buy his fabrics, after all, even if seeing a Lucario poke around a fabric store would be considered normal after a while, it was still a good idea for him to get out and do it himself.

Adjusting the simple, yet somewhat heavy jacket he’d been wearing over his blazer, Riley had finished up buying several fabrics of different colours, and his small Riolu was cheerfully carrying a bag of needles and threads. Feeling something smack right into him, he dropped nearly every roll of textile he had on him.

Looking at whom he had, or had they, walked into, the blank and quiet stare was the only response to the rather rude grumble the green haired man had said. "My apologies, sir." Riley gave an apologetic bow and look before kneeling down and picking up the rolls. "Are you alright?" His Riolu was making growling noises, but was silenced by the eerily creepy and calm stare of the black haired tailor.

[naileditaaron]

 Being regarded so graciously, Aaron couldn't quite leave the guy that he'd run into to his devices, them being scattered around the floor now and whatnot. With a sigh, he dropped to a crouch and began grabbing up what he could-- until he noticed the man's Riolu churning out sounds at him.

Squinting his eyes deliberately, Aaron found he didn't need to return a response stare of any kind as the Pokemon was shushed by its trainer. Huh, so even after being knocked into and pinned the blame on, the fancy suited man could remain courteous-- tolerance was something pretty indeed.

Which was what ultimately drove Aaron to bring his mood around and wave off the man's question-- "I'm A-okay. Sorry for--" he extended out his arms, cradling the threads he'd scooped up, "-- these. Is that all of them? ... What're you doing lugging a bunch of these things around anyhow, sir?"

[naileditaaron]

An inhale and exhale outside of the mountain range turned out to be exactly what Aaron needed. Ushering Stunky back to the shop with a wagon full of tools in tow, he clapped what was left of the dust from his shirt and slipped off his gloves, tossing them neatly into the wagon as Stunky made her way towards home. He was already in town, though. It wouldn’t hurt to poke around now that his latest job had been completed. Feeling a bit naked without a Pokemon nor a paint brush and canvas, he was too enthralled in his leering about— man, it’d really been too long since he’d made the trip down rather than Grandpa— to realize he was walking straight into someone. "Oof. Whoa, hey, watch your step, huh?"

[solos1s]

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