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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Pick reacted before Tom did, swooping down and headbutting Tord's shoulder with a indignant shriek. Bless Pick for defending his honor. Tom just laughed, not having had to see what happened to know what Pick had done. When Tord hadn't chosen any food, he was mildly confused, not that he questioned it yet.
"That's not how it works. It'll take about twenty five minutes, though." He dumped everything in the pot, placing it over the hob for it to start cooking. "Can you grab the bacon?" If Tord wasn't going to choose it, he'd choose it for him. "Now you've mentioned eating something else I want some." A lie. He mostly had the bacon for Fender, but he was sure he could just pick some more up tomorrow. "Touch those dials and I will throw you again, this time out the window."
"Cabbage juice broth, my favorite." See, Tom thought he'd won that snark on the grounds of Tord having been sleep deprived as hell. He made his way to the kitchen, stepping in under the assumption he'd taken the victory - but he had taken his crown too soon. He nearly sputtered and tripped, turning round with wide eyes to look at Tord.
"Tord I will kick your ass again." He wasn't being serious, but god if he didn't feel like Tord deserved at least a slap upside the head for that. He ignored the chittering from a handful of the pokemon, not wanting to think about the fact they got the joke. That was too much, he'd rather focus on dinner. He opened the cupboards up, gesturing. Bacon, canned beans and spaghetti, all sorts of depression meals. He got to work on the broth after that, not that it was too difficult. Water, stock cube, meat from the day before and a bunch of vegetable chopping.
Broth was, surprisingly, what he made when he was feeling a little better and actually had energy, what could he say, he liked to remember the two or three good things of his childhood.
"I'd let you help but I doubt you've learned how to even look at a stove without it exploding." At the mention of broth not being substantial, he quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know what broth you're used to, but I don't make water with the occasional carrot - but yes, I have other food. If you don't touch anything you can come pick what you want."
Tom made note of the pokemon out their pokeballs, planning to make them all a little something. All of his personal pokemon were loose now, including the big tanky golisopod, who actually opted for tucking themselves into a corner and watching everything go on rather than cause trouble. He gestured for Tord to follow, a grin with a dash of snark splitting his face.
"Everything's labelled, so you'll actually know what a carrot's called."
TORD OLSEN // Notes: He will ever forget, he will never let YOU forget
Seeing that he'd woken Tord, Tom smiled sheepishly. "Are you hungry? ..Or did you eat pokemon food?" He had witnessed Tord start eating a menu box after refusing to sleep for three days straight, eating pokemon food wasn't entirely out of the question for this dumbass.
"I'm going to make dinner soon, so if you're wanting some let me know. Just broth." While he could afford to eat fancy, he chose not to. He preferred having money saved up for particularly tricky rescues, or for if he decided on buying a show pokemon... man that would be the day. He hoped Tord would join him for dinner, if not only to try and talk about where he'd been for the past two years, see if there was a way to convince him to stick around.
Yeah sure he'd launched the guy, but that was because he had piss poor emotion regulation.
Tom ignored the clear lie, and the flawed logic, making a mental note to turn the heating down a couple notches. Nobody would suffer for it, and Tord wouldn't overheat. "Yeah, I don't close up for another forty minutes. You're free to use any food up there, it's rehabilitation mix but it's got everything just about any pokemon could need." He pushed the door to the spare room open, picking up and moving a couple small pokemon, mostly dedenne, out of the way.
"There's extra pillows and blankets over there." He nodded towards a wardrobe. "These little guys are harmless, they're used to this being the free roam room, so you may wake up with a couple of them on you. They're affectionate but they'll understand if you'd rather they didn't sleep on he bed." It was probably bad he was debating closing up shop early to try and hassle answers out of Tord, but he couldn't do that.
One more thing before he left. "If you want me to see to your back I have a couple pokemon that could help, just send one of the various pokemon you'll find just about everywhere down to come get me." With that, he'd finished dumping everything he felt Tord would need to know, returning to work, trying to grind through those last forty minutes. He wanted to talk with Tord, not sit and listen to Pick berate him about his bad life choices. Whatever, it would be over soon enough and he could try and figure out why his old friend had run off in such a hurry.
Closing up was a relief, and once that was done he legged it back upstairs, peeking into the spare room to see if Tord was still awake.
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.
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."
Pick quietened down quickly once it was clear Tom had spotted the 'threat' in question. He relaxed upon seeing an Alolan vulpix - an absolutely beautiful one at that - pulling a couple of treats out of his bag. No doubt its trainer was near by, so the sooner he got it to quieten down the better. He offered a treat, raising the other hand to gently pat it on the head. He didn't see many Alolan pokemon bar his own golisopod, so while he knew he was still in danger, he was going to appreciate the experience.
"You're cute, sweet too, but I need to get going ok?" The longer he stayed the more likely he'd be spotted. He did quick check, made sure he had everything and everyone, before clicking his tongue so Pick knew to stick close. They said a quick goodbye to the vulpix before following after Tom, who was moving slowly through the springs, too worried now hat if he moved too quickly he'd be seen. His exit was going to be difficult, it seemed.
Someone was by the water, directly in the path to his way out, with a lopunny out of its ball. He shared a worried glance with Pick, before sucking in a sharp breath and continuing on. Maybe if he stayed just a little further back, and moved quietly, he wouldn't be noticed. He knew he didn't look like a Parallax, the only thing potentially going for him may have been the color of his horns, but that wouldn't be enough to convince anyone.
"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?"
"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.
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?
