TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Judging by the annoyed glances near all of his Pokemon have been giving him the past few days - Tord was running out of food. He hadn't noticed, he was too busy with everything else - working on gadgets, working on commissions, avoiding sleep, the normal shit - but it was about time he actually got off his dumb little butt and did something about this. They had been fed, yeah, but at this point it was crappy crumbs from crappy food bags from crappy stores who only care about crappy capitalism. He'd heard word of a new shop that was selling... actually good food for Pokemon, as well as other supplies.[break][break]
Arceus only knew he needed to check it out.[break][break]
He was glad to have found the shop with ease. It was a miracle, honestly, Tord was sleep deprived and had obviously not been taking good enough care of himself recently to even properly take directions from someone else. Thank all things above he didn't need to. Walking into the store with a yawn and enough of his savings to buy whatever he needed, the gijinka fiddled with one of his pokeballs in case he needed a reminder of what all they wanted. Strolling through the aisles, he was surprised at the sheer amount of stuff was even there. It was a lot better than what the PokeMart sells in terms of food, and there were some equipment that he knew were either rare or just not sold anywhere. Picking two bags of what he could assume were food up, Tord scrutinized the packages.[break][break]
It was a quiet day, not many customers, not many that needed a chat anyway. He didn't see many new faces now he was an established business, and while he was glad to get a lot of regulars he did miss being able to talk about pokemon care. He was almost asleep at the front desk, Pick resting beside him, when the bell above the door dinged. He perked up, sitting up and getting round from the front desk.
He opened his mouth to speak as he approached, freezing up when he saw who was stood there. Many, many emotions hit him at once, but in the end he settled on rage. Instead of speaking, he charged forward, gripping the other by his clothing and throwing him towards the front desk, Pick screeching and darting out of the way.
Food bags be damned, he had a bone to pick with the guy that had wandered into his shop.
Okay, whatever language this was, he was currently unfamiliar with it. Surely he knew this, this was a word he knew, but for the life of him it would not come out of his - whoop Tord's being thrown now okay.[break][break]
He didn't exactly process that at first, kind of dazed when he landed nearly smashed against the front desk. Blinking rapidly in an attempts to understand what in the absolute hell happened, Tord looked around before realizing his spine was _burning_. A slew of curses erupted from his breath, the gijinka quickly trying to put as less pressure as possible on the base of his spine, now kind of pissed this happened.[break][break]
Pushing himself up, leaning against the counter, Tord growled, glaring towards whoever decided it was nice to throw someone against their will. His aggression faded fast, face falling into one of surprise and mild intimidation at who had attacked him. "Tom?" Oh no, that wasn't good. That was really not good, the gijinka grabbing for one of his pokeballs and ready to do... something to escape whatever wrath that was coming his way.
Tom growled quietly as Tord stood back up again, Pick screeching between the two of them, though Tom ignored him, and did his very best to resist Pick's psychic calming.
"I'm surprised you remember my name." His voice was low, laced with anger, pure rage built up over years finally coming out. Tom pushed Pick away gently, who snapped at his hand and flew closer to Tord, frantically beeping at him. Tom was too far gone to listen to much reason, he was fixated on the man that had abandoned him and their friends all those years back. "I'm surprised I mattered enough for that."
He kicked the discarded bags of food aside as he approached, though made no attempt to attack, or release any pokemon to do so. That would be loud, and he didn't want his store destroyed. He stopped a couple of feet in front of the other, narrowing his eyes, waiting for a reaction.
Tord needed to run - he needed to escape out of here and pretend this never happened and avoid ever coming here again. He couldn't face Tom - not right now, likely not ever - and it was clear his old friend was pissed at him. Backing up against the counter, Tord gave a nervous chuckle, looking for some way past the man. "It's - it's nice to see you again! I see you're doing well, ah -"[break][break]
Okay, he could escape. He could do that. Big puff of smoke, hightail it. He could do that. But... he was almost afraid to. If he messed up, that'd be fire. Fire straight at his old friend's face. Biting his lip, Tord gripped tightly on the ball in his belt, pulling it to his side so, if need be, he could release one of his Pokemon. "You know, it's been great catching up, but, I really must get going."
Tom was quick to feel over his pokeballs, grabbing the one he needed and tossing it to his left, a Golisopod, large even by the species standards, appearing and making the ground damn near shake as it landed, hissing and spreading it's arms wide, blocking the only other potential exit. "You wont be going anywhere, throwing a pokemon at me would be a very bad idea, too." He didn't want to hurt Tord's pokemon, they would be doing nothing but protecting their trainer.
"You're not getting to bail on me again, not until you've given me answers." His left ear twitched, followed by Capacitor's claws beginning to glow a steely silver. Neither had any intention of harming Tord, but threat couldn't hurt. He hoped that a huge pokemon geared to smack him up with metal claw at merely an ear twitch was intimidating enough.
Pick settled for resting on the front desk behind Tord, giving him a quick bunt with their forehead, leaving Tom feeling only slightly betrayed, rude bloody bat. "Where have you been?
There goes his escape route. As well as using his Lucario to restrain Tom. Tord was stuck, now, wasn't he. He couldn't answer Tom's questions, either - what was he going to say to him? Flinching at the headbutt from the Swoobat, Tord clipped the ball back on his belt and seemed resigned to his fate. Drooping his head a little, the gijinka shrugged and sighed. "Clearly, I've been here. Really, Thomas, that was a silly first question. Can I go now?" He knew full well he could not leave yet.
"No. You can go when you give me an actual answer. Where did you go? What was more important than us that you wouldn't even tell us? Tom's eyes narrowed, a horrific thought drifting through his mind. His stance lowered, more aggressive than before.
"Did you side with Parallax?" His voice had a growl to it, he may sacrifice some of his stock and his time to repair the shop if Tord answered in the positive. He wasn't having Parallax walking through his store, he'd sooner burn the damn thing to the ground himself. That was the only thing he could think of that would have made Tord pack up and leave so quickly, and his mind was latching onto it. The mention of Parallax had both Pick and Capacitor even more on edge, but neither attacked, they knew better than that.
Figures. Tord was quiet as the questions came at him, trying to think of a way to worm his way out of this without telling his entire backstory. His head snapped up at the question about Parallax, insult and disgust mingled in his expression. "You think I'd really side with them? Really, Thomas?" Though, Tord still couldn't just come out and say he was more on the side of the opposite of the Parallax - Imum is something he considers taboo, and Arceus knows if he said it he'd be in danger.[break][break]
Huffing indignantly, Tord crossed his arms and walked to the side, hoping Tom wouldn't sick his giant ass bug on him. "I left for personal reasons and a personal goal, that's all you and anyone else needs to know." He paused, lowering his gaze, opening his mouth to rebuttal the 'what was more important than us' statement, before deciding against it. Tord didn't have it in him to argue that, he was sleep deprived and wanted to go home. "You're still open currently, if someone were to walk in here right now, it would not look good for business."
"I didn't think you'd be so eager to abandon us, you've been full of surprises, it doesn't hurt to check." Even after everything, Tom decided to trust Tord this one time. He'd assumed Tord wasn't one for Parallax's ways, nobody he'd known or knew would be. At the comment about bad for business, he laughed shortly. "Trust me. Nobody would blame me once I explained the situation."
He did gesture to Capacitor though, who dropped the charged metal claw, however remained in the way. After that, Pick approached Tom again, this time managing to soothe his anger, giving him rational thought for a precious few moments. With a sigh, he called Capacitor back into their ball, though made no move to allow Tord by him.
"I'm sorry for throwing you. I was angry, and startled. You're an asshole and deserved it, but I still shouldn't have done it. The food you needed is yours, free of charge. Where you headed to? I-" -don't want to have to lose you again, I need to know where you'll be. He was glad he managed to stop himself short, instead he picked the food bags up off the floor, offering them to Tord. "Did you need anything else?"
"I didn't -" Tord let out a huff, backing off from any arguing. It was nice of Tom to put away his giant lobster bug, and Tord was grateful for it, but none of this sat right with him. The fact that Tom was in this region was setting off every alarm bell - especially with whatever plans Tord was meaning to set in motion. If somehow a crossfire happens, he didn't want his old friend to be in the middle of it. Rubbing the back of his neck, eyes to the ground, Tord tried to ignore the growing burn in his back.[break][break]
"It's fine. Thank you." He refused to answer the last question, taking the bags of food and shuffling towards the exit. Tord froze a moment, glancing towards his old friend again with a frown. "Yes, I do. I need you to pretend you never saw me. I was never here, I no longer exist, any of that. I don't care, just -" He dropped his gaze to the ground. "Just, never tell anyone I was here, and forget I was ever alive."
That was a request that could only be partially filled "I can pretend I never saw you. My cameras can have suffered a mysterious glitch - but I can't forget you exist, Tord. I can't forget about you, and I think you know that." Throwing Tord into a table had been the worst possible approach to this, he was probably hurt pretty badly.
"..Listen. I've got a spare room upstairs. I normally use it for if I rescue larger pokemon or for free roam for smaller ones, but it's got a bed and everything. If you need somewhere to stay it's yours. I can see if I can do something about your back, too, if you want." Tom had seen how Tord had landed, and it was a miracle that Tord was walking with only pain and an injury. "I'll feed you and your pokemon, don't worry about that."
It wouldn't set him back too much to offer the room up that he left empty, and he fed rescues and guests his own cooking or mix, since it was mostly rehabilitation food.
"I don't think I'm ready to see you leave again, not yet. You haven't even called me an idiot yet."
Why did he, somehow, expect Tom to actually follow through with his full request. He really was some idiot for thinking that'd ever work. With a disappointed chuckle, Tord shook his head, giving a lopsided grin. "Ah, figures." Nearly walking out, he paused once more, giving his old friend an incredulous look. A spare room? Tord didn't exactly need a place to stay - he had his own place, not that far away. It was within walking distance - he thought. Maybe not, he kind of was hardly awake on the way here.[break][break]
About to reject the offer, the gijinka hesitated, knowing that if he did leave, it'd be almost for good yet again. That wasn't fair to Tom, was it? Shrugging with a long sigh, Tord waved his hand and slunk back towards his old friend, patting him roughly on the shoulder. "You truly are an idiot, but I can stay, I suppose." If only to just sate Tom, maybe they could catch up or... something. Who knows.
The pat to hit shoulder was met with a short laugh, and the gesture returned, just...gentler, accounting for the fact the guy had a back injury. "Will you manage stairs ok?" He took a pokeball off his belt. "I can get you a ride up if not. No worries, it's not my golisopod."
Capcitor was a sweetheart really, but he wouldn't blame Tord for being a little wary of them. He led Tord to the stairs up regardless, through the back room where he kept surplus stock and stored his own dry mixes. A couple furrets were curled up in a few of the alcoves along the stairs.
"The heating's on, so if it's too warm I'll turn it down or off in the spare room." He kept it on apartment wide mostly for the sake of rescued pokemon, not that he had many of those in, mostly just small fuzzies that decided to stay and a runt seviper that absolutely would not survive back out in the wild.
Giving a feeble head shake, Tord politely passed on the 'ride' - whoever gave it, he was sure wouldn't be fun. Besides, the fact his injury was still messing him up pissed him off. He needed to get over it, it happened long ago at this point and didn't need to continue being a nuisance. Pulling the bags over his chest to get a better grip on them, Tord followed his old companion up the stairs, leaning on the railing and trailing behind as Tom lead him to his temporary room.[break][break]
"I appreciate the offer." Should he lie? Yeah, he'll lie. "I've, ah, needed a place for tonight." Damn, he forgot he couldn't lie well in front of Tom, whatever ignoring that. "I'm sure I'll be fine with the heating - fire type and all that." Wait, no, that was bad reasoning. Him being in a hot room would just make him overheat ten times faster than necessary. Ah well, it's been said now. Noting the various small pokemon - probably wild - scattered about as they walked, Tord almost questioned them before realizing... nah, this is Tom, this was bound to happen. "I suppose you'll need to head back to work? I'll get myself settled, probably put this food to use?"