#dotting deer

[hauntedtrainertwins]

@variationalpokemonbreeder from here 

Ryver glanced over to her before putting his face back into his hands. He really didn't want to explain everything, in fact he didn't want to explain anything. He was just so damn tired about being alone, despite that all being his fault because he was scared of letting people in. But how could he explain that to her? Really? He couldn't even own up and tell his twin about it. Was there really a man out there more pathetic then him? He doubted it well and truly.

"Nothing...Don't worry about it." He managed out after a few moments, and shortly after one of the balls shot open and Latios sat in front of him, nuzzling the young man gently. The motion made a small smile crack on Ryver's face as he wrapped his arms around the pokemon idly. He didn't doubt they were showing Meyla what was wrong with him, the bastard usually did that whenever he was in a funk.

"I'll get better; I always do." He added after a moment looking back to the Ayala, “I'm just...tired. Thats all."

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

@hauntedtrainertwins in response to this

There had been nothing out of the usual happening today. Her Pokemon were being well behaved; she hadn’t had to break up any spats. Nightmare was being somewhat anti-social, which was not unusual. He was prone to having days where he refused to let her out of his sight, only to later have a day where he would watch her from a distance. She was used to it, having learned that there was little need to worry. She could just as easily blame the sour memories he held from before she had become his trainer. She knew he had been abused in one way or another. Figuring out exactly what had transpired, however, was something more difficult.

Having found that there was a lot less work to be done today thanks to good weather and the Pokemon being generally sweet by helping her to keep her land and crop area clean of trash and weeds, she had decided to go for a walk. Not to far. Just out along the far edge of her property, into the woods. She owned a small portion of the woodland and had free claim to pretty much anything that grew in that area. Seeing as few people would go into those woods for fear of being attacked by the ‘shadow monster’, she had a lot of access to plants and other such bounties of nature simply because no on was heading there to claim it. Most days she would go in sporting a few quick-balls and some treats, in hopes of bringing home a new companion.

Usually she would catch a Pokemon and bring it home, then give it a few days to decide if it would be happy there or not. Then it was just as simple as removing the chip from them so that they could be released. She had custom designed balls, as it were. Chips were automatically planted inside Pokemon upon capture, which prevented others from stealing them from her. It was hard to steal a Pokemon when it could only go into a specific ball. When a Pokemon was particularly reluctant to be captured in any sense of the word, she release them but left the chip in place, just to assure that they could never be successfully removed from the wild.

Because she rarely brought Pokemon out to battle, she rarely came home with anything that she hadn’t succeeded in capturing on the first throw. So she had a relatively simple but extremely flawed plan when she happened to spot a long tail protruding from some foliage. She could partially recognize the species based upon the look; her immediate thought being that she was seeing things. That was not a native Pokemon species. Had someone released it? She threw the ball without saying a word, not knowing how quickly the creature would escape if she happened to let it know that she was there.

[hauntedtrainertwins]

springfallendeer:

 “I bet you get killer reviews from customers.” The woman said in a rather joking manner, clearly calling attention to his lack of polite customer service. Not that she really cared. Not everyone was going to be thrilled with rushing halfway across the world to deliver Pokemon. She proceeded to pick up a pen and write down her name - which more or less revealed that her legal name was NOT Deer. Clearly more of a nickname that she gave to everyone because she preferred that to her legal first name.  “Do you need anything to eat or drink before we head out on the hike? I doubt we’ll need to be out long. I’ve only got a handful of Pokemon that I need to get up to level five. I’ve got five lucky kids that are going to win one of these diverse Pokemon.” She mused, putting the pen down before putting her arms back atop the counter.

“No. I’m fine lets just go. The sooner we can finish the better. I'd rather return to what I was doing before this trip if you wouldn't mind." Ryver took the form and put it away before going to turn around and head out the door. He expected her to meet him outside, either right away or when she had the pokemon on hand.

While he stood outside he pulled out one of his personal pokeballs and watched it for a few moments, before putting back away. That one would always act up when their other half was about and they hadn't freed themselves yet from the ball then likely neither their sibling nor his own was somewhere nearby. A pity really, Ryver was almost excited to see her again.

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

@the-alpha-father in response to this

At this point she may as well have been living in the woods and not in her own home. This time of year, there were going to be a lot of young Pokemon running around; but not particularly because of any breeding. These woods were a popular place for trainers to release unwanted babies. More often than not they were thrown aside simply because they had been born with traditional coloration, rather than the highly sought after shiny-coat.

She had gone out today expecting to coax another ten or fifteen Pokemon into following her home so that she could look after them for the next few weeks. If they wanted to stay wild that would be fine; but more often than not she was able to see them safely re-homed. To say that she was perplexed by what she came across instead of another baby, would be an understatement. This unfamiliar being aside, she was incredibly bothered by the presence of the snare. Namely because it meant that the poachers were up and active again.

She would need to come back through with some equipment to find and remove any other heartless traps. There was no telling how many Pokemon had been caught already. She could only hope that they weren’t hurt and that she would be able to find them before the poachers. She knew those people did not treat the creatures in a very humane manner.

  “Are you alright?” She called out, her first desire being to make it clear that she was not there to hurt anyone. As it were she was unarmed, save for a handful of Pokeballs and some treats. She knew the area well and most of the wild Pokemon were accustomed to her presence, so it was incredibly rare for her to be put in any danger. There was just no telling if this would happen to be a situation which put her at risk.

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

Life of a Breeder - 3

  With the little ones fed, she was free to move along to the next phase of her day. Thirteen babies might have sounded like a lot; but she had well over a hundred Pokemon living on her land. She had produced at least triple that number during her time as a breeder. Most of her morning would simply be spent checking the feed levels so that she could be sure that there were no issues. Believe it or not, her creatures were fairly self-reliant once they reached adulthood. She would put a few bags worth of feed into the troughs in the barns, and they would snack at it throughout the day - or the week - until it came time for her to restock. During the warmer seasons she had little need to put extra effort into feeding most of her Pokemon. Currently her focus was on the more mammalian of the creatures. She had yet to get hold of any that thrived on a strictly meat based diet. The population consisted primarily of omnivores.

 Yes, there were some who leaned more towards meat in preference; and there were others who would eat more foliage than anything else. Even so the fact remained that she had only a handful of creatures whose diet had a specific domination. Strict herbivores built up that minor population; and they would steer clear of the feed that did not suit their appetite. She had two nice sized barns, more than big enough to comfortably house her companions come poor weather. One having been designed specifically to cater to the prey based Pokemon; while the other was meant to house the predators. Keeping everyone well fed helped her to establish that there was no need for predator-prey relationships on her land. She still saw to it that each creature was able to get adequate exercise and care; but they could safely co-inhabit the space without her needing to worry about real threat of damage.

 The addition to this being specifically trained Pokemon which stood guard to see to it that there were no unneeded quarrels. Had there been a few fights? Absolutely. Had she been forced to bury anyone as a result of them? As of now, the answer would be no; and she counted herself lucky for that. Thankfully Pokemon are smarter than animals. Where a dog might see a goat as food the instant that they run; a Pokemon has the sense to not attack a companion that had been an ally up until that point. Bird-type Pokemon could be raised with Bug-type Pokemon; and as long as the trainer established that they were not enemies while under their care, then no serious fights would come about as a result. Or at least that was the overall intention. There had been accidents before; not with her, thankfully; but they had happened. Thus far she could only pass off her streak of luck as having been so blessed as to be able to properly train her companions.

 The feed bags were heavy. More often than not it would take the help of one of her Pokemon for her to carry them from the shed to the intended barn. She would blame her small size for the difficulty. Aside from being less than one-hundred and twenty pounds, she was short. Short to the point that some people had mistakingly assumed that she was a child. When it was taken into account that she had met many children who were taller than her, the misidentification only went on to add insult to injury. This time around, there was no need to add any feed to the troughs in the prey-oriented barn. The predator barn, on the other hand, did happen to need a bit of a refill. A pair of Weavile helped her to carry the hundred pound bags to their destination. The use of a wagon made the transport much easier. She could pull the bags along just fine; it was lifting them up above her chest that proved to be difficult.

 Then again, she did not know many people capable of lifting up more than four-fifths of their body weight without difficulty. This was just another situation where her small size made work on the farm difficult. If not for the fear of theft, then she would likely hire a handful of helpers to come out into the area to see to it that she could get her work done. She had the money to do it. The issue was that she had material which could be stolen and used to replicate her breeding methods. Until a couple years ago, she had assumed that she had been the first person to selectively breed Pokemon until they underwent a change of appearance and Type. She had been assuming that her seemingly obvious theory was something that others had deemed to ridiculous to attempt. Then, as luck would have it, a ‘New’ region would make its debut and confirm a few notions. The first being that humans had specifically bred Pokemon to change their type in the past.

 Alolan Meowth and their evolution happened to be proof of that. To her knowledge, those were the only current examples of selective breeding. There were likely more examples out there, somewhere. Examples that she could pick up and use as her means of proving so many people wrong. Family, people she had counted as friends - she had been called a fool for wanting to take on this task. Before the ‘discovery’ of Alola, the people closest to her had called her insane for wanting to breed for an Ice-Type Charmander. When she set out to get it done, they were quick to get as far away from her as possible. Some relatives went so far as to legally disown her in an attempt at assuring that they would have no reason to support her should she wind up homeless and without money. Humans really were horrific creatures; and she could consider herself no better. To corrupted by greed and desire to step forth and put some good into the world.

 She was the same in many aspects. A desire to see something new had given her the drive to take up this job. The urge to create something completely unique, so that she might leave a lasting impression on the world; that was her greed. She wanted to assure that she would not be easily forgotten once her body inevitably broke down and she was no longer able to exist. So she could admit that she was a corrupt person by any aspect of the word; but at the same time, she held some purity. Yes, she was greedy. She wanted to see change; and to be the one that brought it into the world. She loved Pokemon, and wanted to see them thrive. To add more variety to the species would, ideally, make it impossible for any one group to go extinct as a result of human intervention. A number of species have been so domesticated that it is difficult for them to survive in the wild.

 It would be only a matter of time before it became impossible for them to thrive without human intervention. One hope was to breed for a variety of these specific species that could thrive in the wild. Allowing the very survival of another species to reside upon the shoulders of humans was a slippery slope. Considering the current state of the world; the outlook for anything un-equipped to protect itself, was bleak. Someone out there had essentially captured God itself. This had happened some-odd years ago, when she was but a child; but it had happened. The creature still resided under the control of humans, appearing to be unwilling to disobey some sort of law that it had written for itself. Either way, there was a power struggle taking place that she had no means of describing for fighting against. The best that she would do was try to give the Pokemon a better chance of thriving once the violence inevitably started.

 “Put the bag up here, bud.” She advised, looking to her Pokemon and patting the nearly empty trough that she had come to stand beside. The Weavile, small as they were, happened to be far stronger than she was. Strong enough to literally throw the heavy bags atop the trough so that she could empty them. This was a special sort of long-lasting meat based feed, which her predatory Pokemon appeared to adore. There were next to no plant-based products housed inside of it. Each piece of the feed was, in essence, a carefully cured piece of meat. Dried in a heated environment with a fair amount of smoke to prevent decay. The only plant matter to be found, consisted of special berries that contained heavy amounts of moisture. As the berries sat with the meat, the humidity inside of the bags increased; adding moisture over time. Thankfully the berries also contained components which were naturally mold resistant.

 So food would be kept fresh despite the otherwise unideal conditions. Science was at least useful in seeing to it that food would not easily spoil. When it was taken into account that there were medicines available that would cure a Pokemon of almost any ailment, it would come as no surprise that it was easy to design a means of preserving food without loading it with salt and preservatives. Even humans had proven to benefit from this notion. She began to rip open the bags as soon as her companions had thrown them upon the tough. This being a simple task, namely because she was able to pull a piece of thread which held each bag together at the seams. The contents began to spill as soon as she had provided the feed with its exit. She dug her hands into it to spread it out evenly inside of the trough, repeating as needed with the other bags. Three of them were opened and emptied.

 The fourth, which had been brought along, was inevitably put back into the wagon. No point in opening the bag when there was no use for its contents. The Weavile stepped forward to enjoy the first few bites of feed, offering content purrs as they did so. The woman chuckled as she watched the pair. Honestly she had stolen a taste of the feed here and there, if only to assure that it was up to her standards. She found that the dried hunks of meat had the flavor and texture of jerky; minus the salt.

 “Good?” She hummed, earning a series of amused yips from the Pokemon in response. She allowed the pair a moment to enjoy their snack. While they ate, she collected the empty bags and the leftover string so that she could throw them recycle them. The bags were waterproof and worked well for storing berries and other such items. Whenever she had a harvest the bag would be put to good use in the temporary storage of produce. Most of what she grew out here either went to herself or to her Pokemon; albeit every now and again she would wind up with a private buyer. Usually it would just be people looking to get a fresh supply of berries to feed their Pokemon. Sometimes it would be a manager at a restaurant looking for fresh produce needed for an array of recipes.  “Alright, lovelies. Lets go put this back~” She requested. The Weavile finished with what was left in their claws, so that they could help her take the last bag of feed back to the shed. She was able to pull the wagon on her own accord. The due followed after her, offering soft noises of affection and idle strokes to her legs using the back of their claws as they did so. She would smile down at them every so often to assure them that the affection was mutual. After getting back to the shed, she allowed her Weavile to pick up the leftover bag of feed and put it back in its desired location. From there they were free to go about their business. Whether or not they would follow her around for a while longer, would be up to them.

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

Life of a Breeder - 5

 “That’s a neat trick~ Do you use whistles for all your commands? Or is that just how you let them know its time to fight?” The male hummed, his amused aura having remained in place despite the very clear threat that had been thrust onto him. He appeared to be so at ease with the presence of the now aggravated Weavile, that he did not even raise his hands as a means of ushering them away. He simply stood before them with his hands tucked into his pockets, and what could only be described as an oblivious expression plastered on his face. The phrase ‘smile like an idiot’ came to mind while looking at him. The woman scoffed to herself as she reached up to tighten her ponytail. Not for any particular reason. Such was just another means of occupying her hands for a moment while she was on edge. This was a very bad habit of hers.

 “You!... Honestly, you’re gettin’ on my nerves!” The woman grumbled, fighting the urge to cuss as she began to snap her fingers. In a way she was physically answering the man’s question by continuing to give her Pokemon instructions on what to do from there. She snapped for the sake of getting the attention of the Weavile. The Pokemon tensed and flexed their claws, each of them taking a moment to glance over at their trainer.  “Catch!” She commanded, offering a single snap of her fingers. The Weavile rushed at the man before she had even bothered to try and lower her arm; and in a way, she was surprised to find that the trespasser offered nothing akin to a struggle. He merely held out his arms to allow the Pokemon to wrap their claws around them. When they yanked on him, he casually dropped onto his knees as an act of submission. Really, nothing about his behavior indicated at him seeming to believe that there was any danger. To be frank, there honestly wasn’t. She was irritated with him but she was not going to encourage her Pokemon to senselessly lash out at him just because she wanted him gone. Now if he suddenly turned around and gave her a reason to try and punch his teeth in, of course he would wind up finding out just how much power the Weavile could put into their bite. She groaned quietly upon hearing him laugh.

 “Alright, they caught me~ Now what?” The male inquired, appearing to find the situation more enjoyable than concerning. The woman found herself pinching the bridge of her nose out of irritation. Honestly, this entire scenario was exhausting in its own right. He could at least look a little unnerved, all things considered.

 “Hun, you’re makin’ it real difficult for me to feel at ease with the idea of throwin’ you off my land. You’re actin’ like a puppy that doesn’t have any idea ‘bout why they’re getting scolded.” The woman commented, crossing her arms once she finished crushing the bridge of her nose. The male offered a laugh at this as he flashed her a surprisingly affectionate smile. He really was smiling like an idiot; he almost seemed happy to be restrained the way he was. Was this some sort of a masochist looking for an easy punishment? This was not the right time for such a bold visit, if such were the case.  “Change your attitude. I’m standin’ here startin’ to feel like a bitch.” She requested, allowing her usual attempts at proper language to drop. This man was so laid back that she honestly felt that using a few curses wouldn’t falter his optimism. If anything she expected him to laugh. Lo and behold, he did; but she could not tell if it was directed at her language or at her unusual request.

 “Well, sorry ‘bout that Ma’am but I don’t plan on getting beat up today~” The male retorted in a playful manner, shifting to the best of his ability so that he could sit with his legs crossed. She could not help but sigh at this. What an unusual person. She found herself both incredibly irritated and simply perplexed by their odd behavior. Past experience with trespassers would dictate that he was either there to pick a fight or give her an ‘offer to good to refuse’; but thus far he was not acting according to either of those stereotypes. Finding it absolutely pointless to continue with using this amount of force, she snapped her fingers again to catch the Weaviles’ attention, then pointed to her feet.

 “Come.” She commanded, watching as the Weavile released the male and tentatively approached her. No doubt they were confused about why she had wanted them to be aggressive in the first place if she was only going to let the man go so easily. Really, she would have to admit that she was a little to quick to misjudge the situation. This man was trespassing but he wasn’t being aggressive. Really he wasn’t behaving anything like the people who had trespassed here in the past. His odd behavior confused her and that was enough to make her second guess her behavior up to this point. If he really did have a detestable motive, she would have to give him some credit; he was good at catching her off guard. Regrettably, she had to admit that she could respect that sort of a trait in a person. At least when it came to reinforcing a negative opinion.

 “Awe, letting me go already~?” The male mused, casually unfolding his legs so that he could push himself back into a standing position. She rolled her eyes as she watched him idly dust the dirt off of his rear and legs. Of course he would show more concern for the state of his clothing than for his well being. Or at least such was how he had made it look, considering his behavior.

 “Just tell me why you’re here so I can get rid of you.” She grumbled, only to sigh softly as the Weavile each took to nuzzling her side. She found herself putting her hands atop their heads to pet them affectionately. By any guess, they were concerned and attempting to offer comfort; as such she needed to try and reassure her that things were alright. It was her fault for sending out such mixed signals. She would have to apologize to them for it later. Looks like she would wind up sharing her red-potatoes with them after all. Honestly she felt like she owed them a treat at this point. The man chuckled at this, folding his arms behind his head again.

 “Oh, I’m here for you~” He stated, the usual humor of his tone seeming to fade ever so slightly to make room for his serious expression. At this point it was safe to say that the woman was contemplating sending her Pokemon after him again, considering that his phrase was downright creepy no matter how one decided to look at the context. If not for his behavior, she might have thought that he was there to kidnap her. To be fair; that would be the ideal means of catching her off guard long enough to knock her out and drag her off. She she either had to call him amazing at giving mixed signals, or an idiot for being so laid back. Her expression was sure to hint at her lack of amusement.

 “I’ll need a little more context than that. You sound like a pervert.” She retorted, her tone making it all the more clear that she was not enjoying this situation. At least she could say that petting her Pokemon provided the best means of indulging in her bad habit of hand-distraction without making it stand out. From an onlookers perspective, it would just look like she was cuddling with a pair of affectionate Pokemon. The reality being that she was doing that and also taking times to use the feel of their feathery ears as a means of distracting the parts of her mind that needed something to fixate on. The man laughed at this, lowering his arms so that he could put his hands back in his pockets.

 “Sorry, thought you’d prefer it if I was blunt.” He stated, abruptly dropping his playful behavior entirely for the sake of bringing about a casual air. Admittedly caught off guard by this, the movement of the woman’s hands came to an abrupt halt as she raised an eyebrow. This man was incredibly difficult to read. This would either be a good thing or a bad thing.  “Like I said; I’m here for you. I came all the way from Alola just to find you.” He uttered, staring at her with an oddly pleased expression. To say that this was a little bit of a surprise would have been an understatement. She had had potential clients fly out from other regions before; but currently, she did not have any connections in Alola. Outside of what would appear on the news from time to time, she had little to no information on the people or on the Pokemon which resided in that secluded region of the world; and this was unfortunate. She would love to see the one place in the world where Variational Pokemon appeared to have come about naturally. Of course she would be eager to study the environments that had triggered these distinct changes in the Pokemon that had come to be stranded there so many years ago. So she found it incredibly difficult to believe that this man had come all the way from Alola, just to find her.

 Her lack of connections also meant that no one there would have any idea as to who she was. So unless this man happened to know one of her past clients; which was also incredibly unlikely; it aught to have been impossible for him to have any idea as to who she was. Or what she did, for that matter. So he was either lying about being from Alola, or there was some sort of a miracle at play here. Call her a skeptic, but she was leaning more towards the first option.

 “Sorry to be skeptical, but I find that hard to believe. As is, I don’t have any ties to Alola. I haven’t managed to get into contact with any of the professors out there.” She said flatly, only to earn a playful laugh from the man. It would seem that his childish energy could come and go at the flip of a switch; and that was probably what made it so impossible for her to figure out how she was supposed to respond to this guy. She wanted to be angry; and honestly she probably had the right to be; but she was finding it difficult to be mean to him without feeling like an ass for doing so. His behavior was entirely to blame for it. She had ignored half of her comments and pretended to be oblivious the rest; and his childish aura was there to act like some sort of a safety barrier. She probably would have tried to smack him if it wasn’t for how oddly innocent he managed to come across as. She really did feel like she was speaking to a child. That was probably what made her so compliant.

 “Yeah, I guess that makes sense~” He mused, tilting his head ever so slightly as he flashed her another affectionate smile. Honestly, she had no idea as to why he was able to look at her with such a familiar gaze. She had no idea as to who he was or why he was actually there; but his expression made it clear that he somehow recognized her from somewhere. This, again, was something that she considered to be impossible. Especially if his words were somehow the truth; which she doubted.  “But I really am from Alola. I don’t know the Professor personally, but I have met him. You sorta have to do that if you want to start collecting Pokemon. Its like a right of passage out there.” He added, somehow returning to his casual manner of speech without falter. The woman sighed and shook her head, finding that she needed to pet her Pokemon after all if she wanted to be able to focus.

 “Hate to be crude, but I honestly can’t say that I believe you. Unless you’ve got some sort’ve proof to back up your story I’m just gonna walk away and ask one of my Pokemon to make you leave.” She retorted, falling back onto the original threat that had started this ridiculous conversation. This time when the man laughed, she could guess that it related to that.

 “Didn’t you try that already only change your mind~?” He commented, taking clear amusement in the fact that the conversation appeared to come full circle for a moment. Starting with one subject then taking a series off odd twists and turns before eventually returning to the original topic. That being that she wanted him to leave and that she would have a Pokemon forcibly remove him if he did not comply. Chances were that she would not carry through with this threat, and instead trust that he would annoy her Pokemon enough to chase him off. If he had the gall to try and spend the night on her property he just might amuse her enough to get her to let him inside. He was strange alright; but in town, it was a running joke that she lacked any sort of common sense. Really, she would just want to find out exactly why he was being so persistent with getting into contact with her.  “But, if its proof that you need, I did bring a few things just in case you didn’t believe me. I don’t know if you’ve heard of ‘Poke-beans’ yet, but they’re a sort of exotic treat that can only be obtained in Alola. They taste pretty good and Pokemon love them~” He stated, reaching into a small pack that was attached to his belt. She failed to recall the proper term for that small bag, and as such decided to mentally refer to it as a ‘man purse’ due to its shape and size. When he withdrew his hand to offer onto her the oddly shaped ‘treats’. Still skeptical, she raised an eyebrow as she peered up at the man; who shook his head ever so slightly and laughed.  “And because that might not be enough proof, I’m perfectly willing to show you the Pokemon I brought with me from Alola. It’ll at least prove that I’ve been there~” He mused, pulling a Pokeball from the same pack to show it off to her. Now, this admittedly had her attention. She did know about the Beans and understood that they were native to Alola; but she had been hearing news of these odd treats being imported. So while the Beans themselves could potentially discredit his story as a result; having a Pokemon that was native to the Alola region would be a completely different story.

 “Lets see it then. Show me a Pokemon that can only be found in Alola.” She stated. If he happened to be bluffing, then she was going to be disappointed; but if not, then she would be a little more willing to believe his story. Having a Pokemon from Alola did not automatically mean that he was from there, but it would definitely imply that he had either been to that region, or that he had been in contact with someone who was. So she was definitely interested in what was in the ball.

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

Life of a Breeder - 4

 She had fed the little ones and had seen to it that the troughs in the barns had enough food in them to last a few days. The next part of the routine revolved around checking on the crops. Like many breeders, she grew a steady supply of berries on her property. The Pokemon were free to snack at them as they saw fit. The berries were for private use, not typically for commercial sale; although she would sell excess berries from time to time, when she knew that the only other option would be letting them go to waste. Typically she would only wind up with a couple pounds of berries that she had no use for; so whenever she did need to sell them, they would go to another breeder who would be able to put them to good use. Sometimes she would wind up selling to a private chef looking to prepare a proper meal for their employer; but she had never sold anything to a chain.

 The crops grew behind the barns, in a fenced off space. The fence was really just something that she used to establish the borders of her planting space. The fence itself had been built less than a foot high and was composed entirely of wood. Completely unsuitable for making any attempts at keeping regular animals away, yet alone Pokemon. She stepped over the fence with ease and began to walk around the border of the crops. She had three different types of berries growing, along with some fruits and vegetables for personal consumption; not that the Pokemon would leave alone anything that appeared even remotely edible. A faint chuckle escaped her at the feel of her leg being pet. The Weavile had decided to follow her around for a while longer. Possibly in hopes of being given a little something extra from the garden. There was bound to be a few crops that she was reluctant to share.

 Typically the only ‘closed off’ crops were the ones that she was specifically growing to use for herself. They were usually plants that she was reluctant to share, in the sense of not allowing her Pokemon to freely access them as they grew and ripened. These select crops were kept secluded. She used wire and wood to build domes about them for the sake of deterring Pokemon. The addition to this being that she would spray repel in the general area of those specific crops, just to be sure that her Pokemon would be much less willing to try and go after her food. When there was such a variety available, something being off limits hardly added enough incentive to go after something painted with a nasty substance which irritated virtually every sense. She already had a faint idea as to what the Weavile might be after. She had a special type of potato growing that they seemed to have taken a liking to.

 She grew the traditional potatoes for her Pokemon to enjoy; they were large, nutritious tubers with a thick brown skin that she usually had to peel away prior to consumption. The red potatoes, which she had decided to keep to herself, were much smaller and had an exceptionally thin skin that she could eat without issue. She could prepare them in whatever way she liked; they were a frequent part of her diet. She would share the red potatoes from time to time when she had prepared more than she would eat in a sitting. Some of her Pokemon appeared to prefer them to the typical brown potatoes that she allowed them to eat. Her basic assumption being that they liked the thinner skin better. Then again, if it wasn’t the potatoes, then chances were it was the carrots. Her Weavile appeared to be particularly fond of carrots, although she had little idea as to why.

 She had not managed to get any information to verify that the creatures had a history of partaking in that particular root vegetable out in the wild. There were bound to be some differences between the natural diet and the domesticated, but even then. She had little idea as to why a predatory Pokemon might enjoy a root vegetable so much. Perhaps they simply instinctively enjoyed the dense calories that came with eating carrots and potatoes, and other such root vegetables.

 “Silly things, let me walk~ I might trip with you catchin’ my legs like that.” She mused, slowing down as she walked so that she could look back at her companions without unintentionally tripping over her own feet. The Weavile each offered an affectionate noise as they dropped their paws against their sides, making it clear that they would stop trying to hook her pants on their claws. She laughed to herself as she turned to walk between two rows of berry bushes. She expected that they would be set for a proper harvest sometime within the next few days. She just needed to have a look how many berries had been left behind for her to collect. Surprisingly enough, most of the bushes seemed to be at peak production period. Her Pokemon must not have been interested in eating them, considering they were the same type of berry that was found in their feet.

 By rough estimate, she would wind up getting about ten pounds worth of berries. Depending on how many eggs she hatched come the next breeding cycle in a month, she would probably be using about nine pounds of berries to make her special formula. So as long as the Pokemon refrained from over-indulging today, she would have a nice sized harvest come tomorrow.

 “S’a nice garden you’ve got growing here~” A voice called out to her out of seemingly nowhere, proving to be enough to make her jump out of her boots. Figuratively not literally, thankfully; but still. Considering that she was closed today and there was absolutely no reason for someone to be out in her garden, it would come as a natural shock to suddenly wind up with company. Having gone completely frigid for a split second, the woman snapped her head around to try and find the source of the voice. What she found was a young man casually standing at the end of of plot, staring towards her with an unusually content smile spread across their features. Unnerved by the casual appearance of the stranger, the woman straightened herself out and proceeded to walk towards them. Each step being stiff to a degree, due to having become anxious. Why had the Pokemon not alerted her to the arrival of this man?

 “I appreciate the complement.” The woman said flatly, attempting to keep a calm and formal tone to her voice as she made her way over to the unexpected guest. She put conscious effort into refraining from crossing her arms, or putting her hands in her pockets. Call it an anxious habit. She was prone to trying to occupy her hands whenever she was feeling uneasy; and at some point in the past, someone had commented on it being an obvious tell. She did not enjoy it when people understood that she was anxious around them. Being aware of her fear meant that they would be able to take the steps needed to push her into a corner.  “But in case you didn’t see, I’m closed right now. I wont be open for breedin’ requests, sales, or trades, until the weekend. So I’ll have to ask you to leave and come back later, seein’ as there’s no point in you bein’ here.” She offered a very simple request onto the male. One which she expected him to comply with. As it were, she would be very willing to ask her Pokemon to escort them off of her land if they refused to comply. She had been closed for the past two weeks while she cared for the Riolu that she had produced this season. Come the weekened she expected that they would be healthy enough to start spending some time outside with the other Pokemon. That was when she would start looking into some requests and the like. The male merely offered a soft hum and crossed their arms behind their back as they peered down at her. She came to stand directly in front of him, not being one to easily ignore when someone was trespassing on her land. Clients were one thing; but no one was allowed out in her garden area without prior permission.

 “You’re a bit shorter than I thought you’d be~” The male commented, appearing to have completely overlooked her request for the sake of making that observation. The woman felt her cheeks heat up ever so slightly upon hearing the comment, and she mentally grit her teeth as she struggled to retain a calm expression. She was well aware of her short stature, and very much disliked it whenever someone called attention to it.

 “I’m aware of my height, sir. Please refrain from pointin’ that out again.” She retorted, putting her hands behind her back so that she could ball her fingers into fists. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand ever so slightly, but she did well to ignore the discomfort. If anything, it helped her to better focus on the task at hand.  “Now, again. Please leave. I’m not takin’ any clients right now.” She repeated, feeling the need to make it clear to the man that his presence was not welcomed. The male offered a laugh at this, and shook his head.

 “No can do, Ma’am. I went through a lot to get all the way out here, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon~” The man retorted, shifting his arms so that he could lock his hands behind his head in a casual display. The woman found herself folding her hands together behind her back in an attempt at keeping calm. She was not anxious anymore, thankfully; but it was unfortunate that that uneasiness had been replaced by anger.

 “Sir, I’ll apologize for the inconvenience that gettin’ her has caused you, but I repeat. I’m closed right now, and I need you to leave. Do not make me ask you again.” She repeated herself for the last time, and then offered the male one final warning. If he refused to leave still, then she would ask the Weavile to make him leave. At this point if they hurt him she could tell the authorities that it was self defense, and that he had been trespassing and refused to leave after multiple requests. Legally she aught to be in the clear if her Pokemon had to rough him up a little to make him leave.

 “Hey, is the Dragonite here yet? If I’m right about today then he aught to be here.” The male inquired, having completely ignored her request for a third time. The woman’s jaw dropped ever so slightly at this, having been completely caught off guard by such an idiotic comment. Not only had he refused to leave despite the warnings; he was babbling about a Pokemon that she had not been given any means of acquiring. Was he here to make fun of her? To try and cause a scene to give her establishment a bad name? She might be willing to smack him in the face if he didn’t clear out of here.

 “Sir, I don’t own a Dragonite, and I don’t plan on takin’ ownership of one for a very long time. I’ve asked you multiple times to get off of my property! Leave, before I make you!” She huffed, finally allowing the anger to show through in her tone of voice. Of course it would be impossible for her to keep a stoic stance while such a man was blatantly ignoring her requests. She could only imagine what he was like with others.

 “I thought you weren’t gonna give me another warning~” The male said in a teasing manner, drawing attention to the fact that he had been purposely ignoring her requests. Her rage appeared to reach its peak at this point; coaxing her into curling her lower lip against her teeth so that she could offer a shrill whistle. The noise was short lived, but loud enough to sting her ears; and it came with a specific purpose. The Weavile which had accompanied her to the garden rushed to her side immediately, their claws and teeth exposed in a threatening manner. That whistle was reserved for fighting purposes. She used the whistle whenever she trained her Pokemon in mild battles; so the Weavile understood that it was time to start being aggressive.  “Well now, looks like I finally ticked ya off~ Don’t they look scary.” The male commented, shifting his gaze so that he could peer down at the Pokemon. Honestly, she was a little unsettled at this point. The man showed so signs of concern when being confronted by a pair of agitated Pokemon that were more than equipped to do him serious harm. Had he come here looking for a fight? She didn’t know; but chances were that there was going to be some blood shed before noon had come.

[hauntedtrainertwins]

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Ring-A-LingRandomizer: Tzila

“See. This is why I fucking hate you. Get the fuck out of my sight before I burn you alive.”

Tzila reached up and went to pull the bell off of her neck, clearly agitated by the action to begin with. Sure if she had been close with the other she might have just played along but he relationship with them was less then stellar so far.