something old, something new | moon && kimaru
Moon probably spends way too much time wandering aimlessly, for somebody with something of an income. She tries to stay busy, she really does—! But the fact of the matter is that, besides facing the occasional challenger, there isn’t actually all that much to do, as champion. One can’t run a League until it is reasonably established, and Moon is often assured by Professor Kukui that he’s got that part all taken care of, cousin.
Privately, Moon thinks that the Alola League might be something like the Professor’s life’s work; his work-baby, outside all the usual research things that professors did. He’d been the one with the vision, ambition and drive; he’d built it all from the ground up, literally. If he’s the slightest bit protective of it all, then Moon can’t blame him; she’ll aid him, wherever and with whatever she can, but she won’t deny him his right to want to finish what he started.
Still, she hates to feel useless. So, like one would train a pokémon, Moon sets out to train herself. People aren’t her forte; she’s not all that great at conversation. But when she’s not receiving challengers at the League, not training her pokémon or climbing the Battle Tree, she’s restless enough to try anything. Besides, it’s not fair that she works her pokémon hard to improve themselves, if she doesn’t make the effort to try and improve herself too.
It’s slow going. Accosting random strangers with no real good reason is still too weird for her, which means hanging around the Akala Tourist Bureau is the next best thing— that Moon can think of, anyway.
She’s not even really actually officially employed, but she doesn’t suppose the owner minds the free labour, nor the fact that it’s the champion’s free labour— which is, apparently, supposed to be good for business. Not that Moon is often inclined to flaunt the fact.
If the signboard’s any indication, then the latest ship to pull into the ferry terminal has come in from Johto. Watching the passengers disembark as a mass, Moon waits for them to disperse, somewhat. She’s not yet eased herself into the habit of actively seeking people out, just yet, so she lingers by the poster that advertises ‘GUIDES AVAILABLE FOR TOURISTS’, and hopes today’s shift won’t be as slow as her last.
