D: Retail Hell There's something uniquely torturous about working in retail. Especially when you have (effectively) two law degrees, law enforcement experience, a five-hundred page in-progress thesis about the nature of the wider omniverse, the scars from saving the world(s) too many times to count... the list goes on and on.
But too many people were wigged out by Tyzias's appearance—a few tried to catch Tyzias like she was a 'mon on sight!—for her to secure a job anywhere. And since Tyzias is still in the process of training her team for competitive play, grinding out cash through battle isn't an option either.
Unovan Togetherness Day is coming up, though. And that means that Dark-Type Friday is on the horizon. So even if the prospective employee looks like a literal demon and has an attitude to match, PokeMart manages have no qualms about putting her in a uniform and sending her to the slaughtering grounds.
Tyzias is a flurry of movement, expertly moving customers through her line in a matter of seconds. But it's not fast enough, and sweat beads on her brow as single mothers and angry college kids yell at her to somehow go even faster. When she reaches her latest customer, she looks completely manic. "Hello how can I KAREN FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK I DON'T CARE IF YOUR KID IS SHITTING THEIR PANTS IN LINE IF YOU WANTED FAST SERVICE YOU SHOULD'VE COME EARLIER help you"
E: ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! One would be forgiven for mistaking this clash of titans as a battle for dominance between two Pokemon. Everything within a hundred-foot radius of the Machamp and the mystery challenger is completely wrecked: trees fallen on the ground, boulders smashed into gravel, and the constant low roar of the impact keeps every other Pokemon away from the conflict.
The Machamp's fists are a blur. Yet its challenger is faster. Always a step ahead, always a millimeter away from grievous injury. It's hard to make out the Machamp's opponent through the dust whipped up in the arena and the sheer speed of the other Pokemmmmon(?), but the few glimpses that can be seen seemingly confirm that it's indeed a pokemon: grey skin, orange horns, teal highlights...
It's all over in an instant. After bellowing a draconic roar of frustration, red lines begin spreading across the challenger's body, almost looking like veins. Then a knee to the Machamp's jaw. A roundhouse kick to the head. And a single punch to its torso that sends it flying across the arena, fainting.
The dust clears, and the challenger is revealed to be not a Pokemon, but a Faller. She stands beaten and bloody, several open wounds across her body, but victorious nonetheless. Speaking of blood, gallons and gallons the teal stuff is splattered everywhere, and her veins are glowing bright red. Her lack of shirt exposes her rippling muscles; they're clearly made for performance, not for show. Compact, dense, with a layer of fat around them for protection.
Wiping some blood from her mouth, Tyzias glares at the intruder.
"What."
H: Not Quite Dead Turns out that battling a Pokemon rumored to move mountains with a single fist in hand-to-hand combat with no backup powers is a bad idea. The troll's heart flatlines, and the two nurses somberly leave the room, making arrangements.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Of course, such a completely inane decision wouldn't result in a Heroic or Just death. So there's a flash of light and Tyzias, fully healed, begins shuffling out of bed.
When the nurses find her, they scream and faint in perfect synch.
Tyzias Entykk | Hiveswap | Melodies of Eternity/Diatu CRAU | Doom
There's something uniquely torturous about working in retail. Especially when you have (effectively) two law degrees, law enforcement experience, a five-hundred page in-progress thesis about the nature of the wider omniverse, the scars from saving the world(s) too many times to count... the list goes on and on.
But too many people were wigged out by Tyzias's appearance—a few tried to catch Tyzias like she was a 'mon on sight!—for her to secure a job anywhere. And since Tyzias is still in the process of training her team for competitive play, grinding out cash through battle isn't an option either.
Unovan Togetherness Day is coming up, though. And that means that Dark-Type Friday is on the horizon. So even if the prospective employee looks like a literal demon and has an attitude to match, PokeMart manages have no qualms about putting her in a uniform and sending her to the slaughtering grounds.
Tyzias is a flurry of movement, expertly moving customers through her line in a matter of seconds. But it's not fast enough, and sweat beads on her brow as single mothers and angry college kids yell at her to somehow go even faster. When she reaches her latest customer, she looks completely manic. "Hello how can I KAREN FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK I DON'T CARE IF YOUR KID IS SHITTING THEIR PANTS IN LINE IF YOU WANTED FAST SERVICE YOU SHOULD'VE COME EARLIER help you"
E: ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
One would be forgiven for mistaking this clash of titans as a battle for dominance between two Pokemon. Everything within a hundred-foot radius of the Machamp and the mystery challenger is completely wrecked: trees fallen on the ground, boulders smashed into gravel, and the constant low roar of the impact keeps every other Pokemon away from the conflict.
The Machamp's fists are a blur. Yet its challenger is faster. Always a step ahead, always a millimeter away from grievous injury. It's hard to make out the Machamp's opponent through the dust whipped up in the arena and the sheer speed of the other Pokemmmmon(?), but the few glimpses that can be seen seemingly confirm that it's indeed a pokemon: grey skin, orange horns, teal highlights...
It's all over in an instant. After bellowing a draconic roar of frustration, red lines begin spreading across the challenger's body, almost looking like veins. Then a knee to the Machamp's jaw. A roundhouse kick to the head. And a single punch to its torso that sends it flying across the arena, fainting.
The dust clears, and the challenger is revealed to be not a Pokemon, but a Faller. She stands beaten and bloody, several open wounds across her body, but victorious nonetheless. Speaking of blood, gallons and gallons the teal stuff is splattered everywhere, and her veins are glowing bright red. Her lack of shirt exposes her rippling muscles; they're clearly made for performance, not for show. Compact, dense, with a layer of fat around them for protection.
Wiping some blood from her mouth, Tyzias glares at the intruder.
"What."
H: Not Quite Dead
Turns out that battling a Pokemon rumored to move mountains with a single fist in hand-to-hand combat with no backup powers is a bad idea. The troll's heart flatlines, and the two nurses somberly leave the room, making arrangements.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Of course, such a completely inane decision wouldn't result in a Heroic or Just death. So there's a flash of light and Tyzias, fully healed, begins shuffling out of bed.
When the nurses find her, they scream and faint in perfect synch.