Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Jedah had arrived to Arciel with the clothes on his back and with one goal in mind: get some kind of job going, part-time or otherwise, until this Researcher thing kicked off the ground. Brutus had been sitting on his shoulder staring unnervingly at the crowds around him as they walked - almost as if he were daring them to attack, despite being too small to really do anything about it - and after some time the pair of them had come to a job board set up a little ways away in the city. Jedah perused it thoughtfully, looking from ad to ad and finding nothing in the way of bar tending, the thing he actually had experience in. Serving looked interesting enough, but he'd done his time there and he didn't really have the heart to return to it (at least bar tending people were usually too drunk to be much of a nuisance, and even then he actually preferred the company of drunks for the sheer entertainment value) so he skimmed over that and looked over the rest of the advertisements.
Brutus at some point had left the comfort of Jedah's shoulder to perch on the board instead, and he pecked at one of the papers that had gone unnoticed until now. As Jedah lifted his eyes to it and read the words, he felt a sense of satisfaction that was mirrored in his expression and took note of the location as Brutus fluttered down from the board and back onto his shoulder. Perfect.
So that was how he ended up here, in one of the smaller pop-up labs around the city. There were mountains of beakers in various containers all around, some empty, others still holding a small amount of residue. Equipped with a pair of rubber gloves, protective goggles, and wielding a scrubby brush, Jedah set to work cleaning the empty beakers first as Brutus supervised, a tiny pair of pokemon goggles on his face. A few other part-timers flitted in and out, some depositing additional beakers with tiny glass clinks, others scrubbing a beaker or two before darting out again.
So focused was he on the task at hand (quite literally) that he didn't notice there was another person nearby until he bumped elbows with her, and looked over to see a tiny girl that was an entire foot shorter than him. "Apologies. Didn't see you there, love." Brutus hopped over to the girl and let out a series of chirps, the tiny goggles on his face amplifying the stern set of his eyes.
BrWtf6p6p_ Word Count: 425 Participants: Jedah LegendPrimrose Adler Instructions: At least 100 words in length to be considered a "post" for this job, posts at least four times per character to complete this job. Rewards: 200 Pen and 3 levels for a Pokemon of your choice. Each interval past the minimum (8, 12, etc) grants an extra 100 Pen and 3 Rare Candies. Each random event gives 25 Pen.
As much as she hated it, Primrose Adler had to face it. [break][break] She was flat broke. [break][break] It isn't like she wanted to be, nobody really does, but... well, between paying rent for her apartment, food for her Pokemon (oh, she was starting to have so many,) and it just all starts to add up. So, she had to do something to make a bit of pen - and so it went that she picked up a job cleaning beakers, of all things. In her mind, she could hear her mother chastising her for taking such a lowly job, but hey. When you're cut off from the family fortune, you gotta make money one way or another, right? And this was definitely one way. And so, there she stood, donning a little lab-coat over her sweater and gloves that definitely didn't compliment the slender frame of her arms, a pair of goggles slapped over her eyes - she felt silly, but hey. So it went! [break][break] Upon meandering into the small lab, she notices there isn't anyone else there, save for a man and, apparently, his Rookidee. It wasn't helping, but it was wearing goggles just like her, so... she'll take it for what it it, and smile as she crosses over. While she thinks to say hello as she comes to stand aside the man (goodness, he was huge? Compared to her at least...) she decides not to interrupt him - he seemed pretty intent on getting his job done. Which, she probably should, too! And so there they stand, until the man bumps into her, nearly making her drop one of the beakers. Luckily, those gloves had pretty good grip, and she catches herself before a containment breach happened.
[break][break] "U-Uh, hello!" Prim responds, a tad nervously, as she gets back to stuffing that scrub-brush into the the beaker, making sure to get all the spots. "It's okay, I am pretty quiet... it, uh... happens." Screwing her eyes shut, she mentally berates herself for her poor reply - only to open them to the sight of the inspecting Pokemon and his big, very serious eyes. Pursing her lips, it seems she has to try not to smile, for a moment.
[break][break] "Your Rookidee's cute." She notes, as she looks back down to her work, trying to salvage her awkward response. [break][break]SZTo2iqAp_
As you reach down to get another beaker, your strength seems to much for the neck which shatters to pieces and goes falling into the basin you were standing over. Oh, whoops. Had that been expensive?
"Pretty quiet? You're like a little mouse." He chuckles, and that split second is enough for him to lose his grip on one of the beakers he's scrubbing and send it crashing to the floor. Brutus lets out an indignant squawk and raises both his little wings up as though showing evidence that he wasn't the one that dropped it - but when no one came running in to chastise anyone he relaxes and hops to the edge of the table to peer down.
Jedah glances down at the broken glass underfoot and lets a soft "oops" before kicking a few pieces under the table where they wouldn't be seen. Brutus apparently doesn't like this and lets out another squawk, pointing a wing at Jedah and looking at him with a magnified look of indignation in his tiny goggles. Uttering a low, "All right, all right" Jedah peels off his gloves and crouches down to start collecting them barehanded - which was always a great idea in a place like this.
"He's cute, but he's a little brat sometimes," He murmurs, half to himself and half to Prim. Once he's collected the larger pieces he looks around first for a spot to deposit them - which he discovers when Brutus squawks from atop it in indication - and after he's dropped them off starts hunting around for a broom to sweep up the smaller pieces he hadn't been able to pick up. "You making money for school or something?"
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"A little mouse, huh?" The girl, who really wasn't that far from the observation, laughs a little bit as she thinks to say something else - but before she can, the brief shattering of glass spooks her, hopping back and slightly away as she dodges the shards on the floor. She didn't want any of it lodging in her shoes, after all. Luckily, she manages to keep a hold of her beaker, but she sets it down shortly thereafter as the Rookidee seems to berate him for making his mistake, bossy little thing that it was, making him kneel down and pick up the pieces-- [break][break] But he starts doing it bare-handed, which, regardless of scary height, she can't suffer to let by. Kneeling down herself, she smooths her skirt over her knees and tries to pick up a few pieces herself, "You should've kept your gloves on, you know--" She notes, trying to get shards before he can - and either way, they eventually both dump the shards as he goes in search of a broom to clean up the tiny remnants. [break][break] "I think he just seems very serious," she notes, she leans over to peer at Brutus, though not too close, "You just wanna do a good job, huh?" Smiling, she washes the gloves off and gets back to the beaker cleaning, though she does speak up quietly when he asks after what she was doing the work for. [break][break]I'm not in school, no... I'm doing it 'cause I've spent a bit too much lately, and I've gotta make sure I have enough pen for my Pokemon, and... saving it, too, so I can open my Daycare someday." Distracted as she scrubs and scrubs away, she doesn't recognize that she's talking rather openly, and with a stranger no less. "It's just so hard to save money sometimes, you know? My mother and father never taught me how to budget properly so I'm still figuring all of that out..." [break][break]
You missed a shard, and while you're walking around, you step on it. It doesn't pierce whatever boot or shoe you wear but instead shatters to pieces all over again and gets wedged into the tiles and flooring. One of the full time lab assistants is now on your ass about a breaking sound.
Primrose Adler continues to be the pinnacle of good scientific practices- for now, anyways.
"Just a little," He repeats, teasing, though when she kneels down to pick up the glass shards with him he at first tries to block her with the bulk of his body - a fairly effective way if he did say so himself - before her persistence wore him down enough that he relaxed and let her take a few in her tiny hands. Her admonishing him earns her only a small hum, like he's not at all taking her words seriously; and given their differences in height, age and everything else it's probably to be expected. But he doesn't say anything more until she's returned to cleaning and he's brooming things up, their conversation turning to more lighthearted things.
"A Daycare, huh? You a breeder then?" Resting both hands on top of the broom, he lounges casually - despite the steely look from Brutus - and considers the girl in front of him with mild interest. "Hmm... How old are you? Sixteen? You're a bit too young to be worrying about money troubles, aren't you? What about your parents?" He shifts his feet a bit and -- crunch. Glancing down, Jedah surveys the tinier shards of glass that he's embedding into the tiles and probably into the bottom of his boots just in time for one of the lab assistants to look over and let out a sound that's a lot like an elephant that can't trumpet.
Brutus, of course, looks smug as all get-out as Jedah gets chastised, and by the time the assistant has left in a huff Jedah's gone to find a smaller hand broom so he can try and sweep up what he's crushed into the ground. While he does this Brutus flutters down to supervise at a closer angle, letting out a few squawks and pecking at Jedah's cheek whenever he misses a smaller shard. After he's got everything cleaned up he pulls the gloves back on and rearms himself with the scrub brush again, taking up his spot by Primrose's side.
It doesn't take her long to register he considered her a child, or at the very least, someone to disregard. It's in the way he tries to body block her from picking the glass up, or how he hums when she tells him he ought to keep those gloves on. She frowns almost imperceptibly, as she gets up and rids herself of the glass, but over a few moments, she relaxes and seems content to just get on with business, even as the man stands around and talks, rather than sweep up after himself. [break][break] Lifting a beaker up against the light to examine it beneath the suds of soap, she knits her brow and pauses in her motions as the reason why he treated her that way comes to light - he truly thought her a child. Looking down at herself, she laments her height and corrects him to say, "I'm twenty-two." It sounds slightly exasperated, like it was a question she was asked often (it probably was,) but it fades off rather quickly. "And I live on my own." [break][break] Crunch. [break][break] For someone who seemed to think himself the adult in the room, he was being awfully lackadaisical, and Prim can't help but feel a bit pleased with herself as the man lodges that shard of glass in his shoe. Jedah just might notice her laughing as Brutus polices him, ensuring he was doing a good job (because really, he wasn't before,) but if he so much as looked towards her the girl would've turned right back to her work, pretending she hadn't been finding amusement in his misfortune. [break][break] Once he's done, and he returns to his previous post, she gives a momentary sidelong glance, but she doesn't say anything else.
Jedah Legend has just enough dexterity not to drop another beaker as it starts to slip through his hands. Primrose Adler still doesn't have much to worry about in the way of beaker slippage. All is well for a moment.
"Twenty-two? You're still just a baby," But he's looking at her a little more differently, casting sideways glances at her as he finishes scrubbing a beaker particularly vigorously. It's no wonder he's dropped two already, and with the way he's having trouble keeping a grip on the glass he's well on his way to dropping a third --- but he just barely manages to catch it at the last second with a triumphant sound and set it safely down on the counter before him.
Brutus, in the midst of doing a little bird march across the counter in front of them, trills in appreciative victory and raises his wings high. Perhaps this was the end of his beaker-smashing adventure?
"Living on your own, huh? That'd explain the money problems." He moved onto the next set that's just been dumped in front of them by a harried looking worker, who doesn't spend much time instructing and hurries out of the room. These have faint traces of some dark colored residue and Jedah inspects one warily before raising it to the light to peer through the glass. "If you're desperate enough you could probably look for a roommate, though I expect you're on your own for a reason."
The goggled Rookidee does little hops in front of them, hopping right up to where Prim's washing beakers and watching her with a critical eye. Realizing that he hasn't actually introduced the pair, Jedah gestures with the scrub brush he's wielding, splashing a bit of water in the process. "That's Brutus, by the way. And I'm Jedediah - though you can call me Jedah." He adds, following it with a rather rakish grin and a wink.
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Judging by how old he looks, it's pretty apt that he says she's still just a baby - but it made her no less pleased with the title, least of all coming from someone who had clearly looked down on her at first. Sighing out, she shrugs. "Yeah, I guess so." And from there, she's just quiet, focusing on her work until Jedah sees fit to speak up again, and as more beakers are pawned off on them, dirty and ready to be cleaned. [break][break] "I don't want to live with anyone, really. Not right now. And I'm... not really desperate," she says, huffing indignantly, "I just needed to take on some work to fix the deficit." Oddly corporate word, for a girl her size, age. Looking up from her work, she manages a smile at the Rookidee, who despite being a terribly serious bird, was far too cute for his own good. It's just as well that the man shares the Pokemon's name (and his own,) in the moment after, because she was tempted to ask after it herself. [break][break] "Brutus. That's cute." She notes, looking back down to her work, and then briefly back towards Jedah. Jedediah was a terribly... old name, and it takes every ounce of her not to simply state that it seemed like a fitting name for him - but she does manage. She just nods and says, "Nice to meet you, Jedah." [break][break] A moment later, as she scrubs away a particularly scummy spot, she follows up with, "I'm Prim." When she catches that wink, she seems a little off guard and a little embarrassed for that matter, and quickly turns her attention away from the man, because clearly, he couldn't not be a distraction, either to himself, or to others.
The same lab assistant is back, informing you in no uncertain terms that you are being paid to clean, not to socialize, and...what's that smell?
It seems that there was some chemical sitting in the bottom of both of your beakers that is having a bad reaction to the cleaning solution! The assistant looks near to panicking.
Oh, he likes that reaction. He likes it a lot. He likes it so much he's about to try and push for more of it, leaning in like he's going to tell her some great secret and practically dwarfing her with the size of his body alone - but just then the lab assistant from earlier comes back into the room and scolds them for talking, of all things. Jedah's been in trouble enough times he doesn't actually take them seriously, but he returns to the task at hand well enough.
That is, until the assistant notices a smell and he realizes that he can smell it too. He peers first around the area, specifically at the two in the back with his nose scrunched up and his eyes kind of squinted, and then when it becomes apparent it's a lot closer he turns his attention to Prim instead. Such a small, dainty girl couldn't have possibly...
Oh. Wait, it's coming from the beaker in his hands. That makes sense. Lifting it to the light, he takes note of the odd way it... sizzles? Is it sizzling? The beaker's too small he can't really tell and, besides that, there's not really enough light to see by. Not knowing what to do - how does one fix this - he grasps for all the ones that seem to have some reside in them and just... dumps them down the sink. That should do the job, right?
As Jedah comes in closer, his frame easily looming over her like a great tower, Prim feels herself shrinking - and just as the warmth from his body radiates to her, the sound of the lab assistant's irritation sounds in her ear instead of the other man's, and she can't help but feel a small measure of relief as Jedah is forced to pry himself away from her. She had no clue how to handle that kind of thing, even in a more relaxed setting. Here? Here, she was at even more of a loss. [break][break] Standing there, she notices the smell as everyone else does, and where Jedah seems to think it's something else at first, Prim rather quickly recognizes it, and as he starts to just dumping the vials into the soapy water. Rather than do the same, she fishes around for the vials and starts to hold them against the running water in the sink instead, so that they start to fill. The rush of water against the glass helps to loosen some of the clumps, sending them filtering down into the sink, and she glances at the man like maybe he should've known better, because clearly he knew more than her, being older, right? [break][break] Either way, she's quick to do the same to all the beakers, in quick succession, working to get most of the residue out of them before continuing to scrub at them again, a little harder than before. [break][break]
Once he's dumped out everything that he can, ensuring that the beakers they're working with and cleaning are completely empty of any reactive liquid, he dusts off his hands and runs the faucet to ensure that everything goes down the drain that needs to. Surely nothing else would react with water? He wasn't a scientist, hadn't exactly done well in biology or chemistry when he was in high school. Hopefully his temporary employers weren't expecting too much from him, at least in the way of what mixed and didn't mix with what.
Just to be on the safe side, he peels off his gloves and tosses them into the marked bin, then pulls out a fresh pair to work with. Before he takes up the task of washing out the new set of lab containers dropped off by another harried-looking individual, he takes a moment to pinch at the edge of the lab-coat Prim's wearing over her sweater.
"What size is this? I want one, too," He says, half-teasing, half-serious. He doesn't dwell on this for long and is just as quickly taking up the scrub brush again - making sure to clean it of any of the former beaker residue to prevent another reaction - and goes back to work.
Sizzling eventually gives way to only the sound of running water and bubbles, and the brief crisis is left traversing the innards of a plumbing system. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Primrose is glad that the lab assistant has little to say (though one might argue that the fault lay with them, for not checking what chemicals might react with the supplies these simply beaker cleaners were equipped with,) and she's happy to keep working. [break][break] Briefly, she watches as Jedah changes his gloves out, a smart and admirable move that she might do well to duplicate (but doesn't,) before she returns to the task at hand. They had been scolded for socializing, for that matter - so, she ought not bother him. [break][break] Of course, he doesn't have the same thing in mind, touching at the lab-coat she wore with curiosity. "They were hanging in the hall before we came in," she notes, sticking her tongue out as she gets at a particularly sticky clump in one of the beakers, "Maybe you missed them."
Jedah Legend finds the next beakers to wash are not actually beakers but glass pipettes- the worst kind with the long questionably necessary tips. One wrong touch, and they'll shatter to pieces... like a certain mod has experienced over and over again in the past. Fuck glass pipettes.
Primrose Adler may or may not have stolen all the easy to wash stuff, lol, nah, all is fine for her at least.
Jedah squints at the next batch of things that need washing, tiny little glass objects that look like they would shatter if he so much as sneezed in their direction. He almost doesn't want to touch them, but he was getting paid to clean, not look, so he lifts them carefully out of the bin that they're in to inspect them in the light for any residue - didn't want to set off any more chemical reactions, right?
"Maybe I did," He hums, not sounding at all put out at missing the chance to become Doctor Jedah. He takes one of the tinier scrub brushes and inspects that, too, then lifts both pipette and brush to the light and inserts it as carefully as he can with the precision and care of someone threading a needle. Both objects are easily dwarfed in his large hands, making the comparison even more obvious, and once he's got it in the pipette with minimal damage (hopefully) he starts washing it out a little more thoroughly.
"So Prim," He says in a rather conversational tone. "Got a boyfriend?" It's not an attempt at hitting on her, but really more like ... a relative checking in at a family reunion or something. From where he's standing Brutus stares at his master implacably, the look magnified owlishly in his tiny goggles.
For a while there, things seem to go pretty well. With the danger passed, Prim takes the time to focus on cleaning, her scrub-brush fitting well inside the wide and roomy beakers that she'd found were pushed up against her side of the sink. Of course, eventually she runs out of them, and since the next delivery of beakers for them to wash had not yet arrived, she's carefully plucking pipettes from Jedah's pile.[break][break]
They're fragile things, and it makes her nervous - but she reminds herself she takes care of fragile things all the time, and she had thin, careful fingers... so it should be a walk in the park, right? And so, she gets to cautiously cleaning them. And she does alright, until Jedah speaks up to her, asking a question that has her spine straightening out and her teeth chewing lightly on her lower lip.[break][break]
"Uh, no. I don't have a boyfriend." She thinks to say she'd never dated at all, but it wasn't his business to know that. In reality, it wasn't his business to know her present relationship status, but he didn't sound skeevy about it - and so she supposes it was alright that she'd said it. Turning her head slightly, to peer at him, she seems to do so for a while, before he might try and look back - at which point she quickly looks back to her work.
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