Come on, Carolina, have fun, Carolina

[secondplacing]

Who: Agent Carolina secondplacing and you!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Anytime during the month of February
Summary: Basically a catch-all log for Feb. Respond to one of the open prompts or ask me to tailor-make your own starter. Or, go ahead and start a thread with Carolina here!
Rating: PG
Log:



A.

[Carolina spends most of her nights working at the Goldenrod Pokémart-- so if you happen to come around then, Carolina might be your clerk. Or she might be doing the heavy lifting and re-stocking. Since most of her pokémon have become too large to follow her around on the job, though, so instead she keeps FILSS around as a personal assistant.]

AGENT C. FIVE HOURS ON THE CLOCK REMAINING. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SET AN ALARM?

No, FILSS. Thanks, though. Resume count for me, please.

[Carolina continues stocking shelves. It's kind of boring, but with all the training they get in during the day, Carolina doesn't mind too much.]

UNDERSTOOD.

[By the way... it doesn't look like the sound is coming from any pokémon. Instead, FILSS is using the speaker in the Pokégear and a pre-recorded voice set to speak to Carolina.

It's kind of like having an AI again, and Carolina's never been more appreciative.]


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B.
[During the daytime (but rather toward the afternoon), Carolina can be found either near the outskirts of Goldenrod training her pokémon, or just walking around the city.

Once again, feel free to write up your own or ask me for a toplevel!]

Comments

[secondplacing]

[Even if her pokémon were too tired, Carolina could probably handle herself. Probably. But she's still not entirely sure what to expect when her shoulder's tapped and she turns around. She's quick about it, though, with a soldier's reflexes-- and raises an arm half-way just in case. But then she's faced with a Pokémon, and has to squint in her confusion.

That's followed by a voice calling out-- and Carolina has to squint even harder.]

What the hell is going on here?

[monge]

[Oh dear god, his balloon is going to die. As Komasan gets closer, he begins to book it, running up to his Pokemon and...whoever this is as fast as he can.

It totally kills him.]

N-No, please don't hurt him, zura!

[Seriously, when he finally gets there, he's totally out of breath.]

He just...he just likes to...to play...z-zura...

[Komasan bends over as he tries to regain his everything, hands on his knees. HE IS A POWERFUL YOUKAI.]

[secondplacing]

[Aaah. So it must be this kid's pokémon.

...But the sight of Komasan practically dying, Carolina can't help but feel sorry for the little guy-- though she keeps an eye on this dumbass balloon.]

You... alright, kid?

[The arcanine with her steps forward to sniff at Komasan's face.]

[monge]

[Komasan pats the Arcanine on the nose once its close enough, like it's no big deal. After all, they're both fellow komainu. ...Even if he doesn't look like it right now. But gosh, is it nice to see another one so soon. Arcanine are definitely one of his favorite Pokemon, even if he doesn't have one himself.

Still out of breath, he shakily grabs Murasaki's pokeball and recalls his dumbass balloon. Not that his other Pokemon are any less stupid, floating next to him is his Vanillish, who pats his back like a worried parent with the world's stubbiest arms.]

I'm an adult, z-zura...

[Komasan, no, that's not what's important right now.]

[secondplacing]

[The arcanine tilts its head, confused but pleased by Komasan's familiarity. Are you an old friend? Okay!]

...Right.

[Carolina would comment that Komasan is a small ass adult, but you know, you never know. She's not gonna be that person. Today.]

Everything alright, sir?