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Pokémon Just West of Paradise

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
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He/Him/His
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  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie
Hey everybody, it’s a bit out of the blue, but I’m back to kick off a fresh story to add to the collection. “What’s that, @Spiteful Murkrow, didn’t you already just start a new story not even two weeks ago that’s still on its first update?” you might ask? To which, I say, yes, and I’m still working on that one, though this one has the benefit of having been completed end-to-end for almost two weeks.

As for how that happened, this story was written for the PMD Writers United Discord’s Winter 2023 Writing Prompt, which was “Often unsung, the Shopkeeps of the Mystery Dungeon world have some equally interesting stories with their strange items and dangerous locales…”, which I took as an excuse to do something different and write something that’s actually from the canonical PMD game setting for once. Said writing prompt was tackled in the style of a Drabble Bingo, which turned into a little over 18,000 words in the version that was ultimately submitted.

Naturally, I won’t be unloading that all on you in one go, but rather as a series of 9 bite-sized installments following life through the eyes of a take on Post Town’s Kecleon merchant. I have exactly zero promises regarding pace of publishing or any hypothetical extensions to this story beyond that the last of the installments that I presently have written up at this point in time will be published on the anniversary of Gates to Infinity’s North American release on March 24th. So if you see me skip a week here or there, don’t worry, that’s me either touching up content that’s either already published or in the pipeline, focusing on my other writing priorities, or else just taking a break because I felt like it.

Special thanks goes to @Arukona, who beta read the installments of this story right before Review Blitz 5 started, and to the proud Discord users of PMD Writers’ Union, PMD: Writers United, and a couple other Discord servers I’m probably forgetting at the moment who gave additional feedback and helped unjammed a few details during the process of initial writing.

And with that, let’s get to the real reason why you’re all here, to a glimpse of life in a small and easily overlookable town just west of Paradise:
 
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Swanna House

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
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He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Swanna House



“Seriously? This is where we’re supposed to set up shop?”

Tipper scrunched his brow and let his mouth hang open as he stared at the boarded-up shop in front of him. He supposed that he should’ve seen this coming. When Dad said that a vacant franchise of Kecleon Market had opened up on the Mist Continent, Tipper thought that meant they’d be moving to Noe Town with its rock-hewn buildings and the metal towers it’d been putting up in recent years.

And yet, here they were, in this glorified rest stop along a highway between towns that didn’t even show up on maps of the Five Continents. While the fixtures styled after the heads of Kecleon like them were at least still intact, the weathered paint and the thick layer of dust on the counter was proof of the prior owner’s neglect even before letting it sit vacant for a year.

Tipper would’ve thought that this was some sort of mistake, except the letter with Footprint Runes on the counter left no room for doubt. The Footprint Runes on it were addressed with his father’s personal name, ‘Kakureon Torneko’, much as would be done back on the Air Continent. Somehow, Dad had agreed to come here of all places, and even planned on eventually bringing Mom over to help run the new shop.

“Oh come now, Tipper, it’s nothing that a fresh coat of paint and some grit can’t fix,” his father insisted. “This is a prime location! The shop’s the first thing anyone will see when they enter the town from the highway!”

No, that would be the mound of splintered wood and broken-up boxes heaped up along the back of the shop with the blue, conical roof across the street. Not that there was much competition otherwise. It was just this shop, the creaky-looking wooden steps leading up to the bluff that it was wedged against, and the pond and stream fed by the two glorified trickles of waterfalls which would surely make staving off wood rot a perpetual headache for them. Oh, and the two-story inn dug into yet another earthen rise just past it, which was supposed to be their home until they could line up permanent lodging.

“Hey! What’s the big idea standing me up?! I thought we had a deal!”

Tipper turned his head towards the square. There was a small circular design made of pavestones in the dirt… and a Scraggy and a pair of Timburr throwing down with each other over some sort of petty argument. They kept going at it for a moment before a Quagsire approached from a wooden bridge over the stream. The Scraggy abruptly bolted and fled, while the Timburr stiffened up and seemed to grow flustered as the Quagsire pulled them aside and talked about something that he couldn’t make out.

Well, this was certainly a welcoming neighborhood and worth skipping out on living in places that were important enough to show up on maps. Not.

“... I’m sure that that’s just an unfortunate coincidence,” Torneko said. “Anyways, our lodging should be just up ahead.”

Stars, Tipper hoped there was at least a Juice Bar in there. At the rate things were going, he was going to need a drink. The stronger, the better.



Tipper wasn’t sure what he was expecting from an inn called the ‘Swanna House’, even if he swore the Footprint Runes on the arch over the entrance read ‘The Inn of Swanna’ and didn’t match with the sign up front. He had expected some sort of ratty dump falling apart, but the inside at least looked comfortable, if painfully rustic with its wooden steps to the second floor just past the entrance, its low-slung tables and stump-stools, along with a wall and a signboard packed with local listings that looked like it’d never been cleared out. The only things in here that reminded him that this ‘Post Town’ wasn’t a total backwater were the embroidered circular rug near the counter, along with the cloths on the table and the counter in the back.

“Well, it seems homely enough, at least,” Torneko said to himself.

As if on cue, there was a loud snarl and sharp crash against a table. Tipper jolted his head leftward where there was a Gurdurr that smelled strongly of berry juice growling under his breath and throwing aside the handle to what used to be a mug.

Tipper picked up the pace and dutifully avoided eye contact with the Fighting-type. He didn’t know how sober the ‘mon was right now, but he could already tell he didn’t want to find out. He snuck a glance over at his father, who was pawing at the back of his head with his teeth quietly set on edge.

“Well, that’s certainly not quite how I wanted our first evening in town to go,” he murmured. “But I believe that’s our innkeeper right over there.”

Tipper turned his attention over to the counter as a Swanna made her way behind it from a side entrance. He went over alongside his father, as the elder Kecleon hailed the Swanna and gave a small bow as he made it to the counter.

“Ah yes, you must be Signora Swanna.”

Tipper cocked a brow, and he briefly saw his scales take on a confused yellow hue as he looked up at the Swanna at the other end of the counter.

“Wait, ‘Signora’? Is that your personal name or something?” he asked. “I’m surprised that you’re so… open about it here.”

The bird shook her head and let out a bemused chuckle in reply. Or at least Tipper hoped it was that.

“I suppose that’s one way of telling that you’re a long way from home, Kecleon,” she said. “‘Signora’ is a term of respect for dames like me from the Old Language that Pokémon sometimes use around these parts.”

Tipper supposed that that made a bit more sense, since the one constant his father had told him about the Pokémon from civilization he’d encountered during his wanderings was that they kept their personal names to themselves and those they particularly trusted. He supposed he had also known that the Old Languages before the Pokémon of the Five Continents began speaking a common tongue were also different from one another, but he didn’t realize that they’d be this different since had Swanna not explained it, he wouldn’t have had the foggiest clue what ‘Signora’ meant.

He just hoped that didn’t carry over to other practices as well. Stars, just imagine if all this time, they’d been acting impolitely to the ‘mon who was going to be running their lodging for the foreseeable future!

“So wait, what are we supposed to call you anyways?” Tipper asked. “Since we don’t really know how things work here on Mist, especially off the beaten path.”

“You can call me ‘Swanna’ if you want,” she replied. “Just don’t call me maybe.”

Tipper briefly cringed at the innkeeper’s reply. Why did that sound like it was some sort of bad joke? Though at least, she didn’t look bothered by it…

“That or ‘Signora’ will suffice,” she said. “Perhaps if we establish a closer working relationship, we can talk in more intimate terms.”

Swanna slid a set of keys over the counter with a small wooden clip with a number on it. For their room, Tipper figured, even if he didn’t know how on earth an inn was supposed to stay viable as a business with so few rooms to rent out. Torneko took the keys off the counter, before fidgeting them in his claws.

“Right, I suppose that we should settle into our room, since work will be keeping my son and I busy in short order,” the elder Kecleon said. “Though do you have any advice for settling in, Swanna?”

Swanna paused for a moment and seemed to be weighing something in her mind. She opened her beak, and after a brief hesitation, raised a wing to speak up.

“Just be patient, and if you get a cold shoulder at first or don’t make as good of a first impression as you’d hoped, don’t take things personally,” she said. “Pokémon around these parts have had a lot on their mind lately, especially with that recent batch of Mystery Dungeons that have been freshly cropping up nearby.”

Well, that totally wasn’t worrisome at all. Less so the bit about Mystery Dungeons cropping up since Dad had always seemed to handle those fairly effortlessly and much of their merchandise was sourced from them. It was more the part just beforehand that worried him. From the bit about the ‘cold shoulder’, Tipper was starting to get the feeling that Post Town wasn’t exactly a ‘warm and inviting’ sort of place.

His father didn’t seem to be fazed by the response. Probably because his baseline definition of ‘tough customers’ were wild Pokémon snarling and throwing blows at him over having their territory intruded on.

“I’m sure that my son will have plenty of opportunities to get to know the Pokémon around here while watching the shop here in town,” Torneko said. “After all, hospitality is a hallmark of Kecleon Market’s service!”

Tipper jolted up and turned to his father with a startled stare, not bothering to hide the white that was starting to show up on his scales.

“Wait, but aren’t you going to help me run the shop?” he asked. “Mom’s not due to come here for at least a year and I thought that it was company policy to have two shopkeepers per location so that way there was always at least one on staff behind the counter.”

“Nope! That policy was actually revised after Kecleon Market began its relationship with its new storage contractor,” Torneko replied. “I’ll be working the Mystery Dungeon end of things full-time! It’ll help keep your end of things well-stocked for your customers so you can focus on interacting with them!”

Fantastic, he thought to himself.

Tipper threw a claw over his face and pinched his brow as a sinking realization came over him:

He was going to hate this place. He could already tell.
 
Glorious Sparklies

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Glorious Sparklies



The first few days in Post Town were mostly a learning experience for Tipper as he gathered up the paints and cleaning materials needed to make the shop presentable for its reopening, and he was surprised at how much he learned about the town in the process.

For instance, Gurdurr was a deadbeat who seemed to spend more time drinking and moping to himself in the Swanna House’s Juice Bar than actually working as the carpenter he was supposed to be. He also learned the times of day when Gurdurr was least likely to be around. Which not incidentally, were also the time when visits to the Juice Bar were the most tolerable. The townsfolk also seemed to have that same sort of indifference to strangers that Pokémon in more populated places like Baram Town sometimes had, which meant public arguments and fights would go ignored by them as long as it didn’t involve them personally.

He supposed that it wasn’t all bad. He’d also learned that the various spaces in the Swanna House that had been set aside for posted messages had their fair share of mission requests and advertisements. It was how he found the supplier for the paint for the store, along with the Gold Exchange that would convert Poké into more compact gold bars which could be stored more easily. Always a positive since the Deposit Box meant to be set in front of the shop hadn’t arrived yet, and space in the safe which came with the shop was on the cramped side.

“Fwohoho! This is the gold exchange known as GLORIOUS GOLD!”

Though Tipper wasn’t sure if he’d have come to this Gold Exchange if he’d known it’d be like this. It was hard to judge the Cofagrigus owner for building a shop that took after him; it was a fast way to help the shop stand out for his less literate customers, even if the counter shaped after a stack of gold bars was definitely pushing the bounds of good taste…

“I lose control when I see GLORIOUS sparklies! Yes! GLORIOUS! Sparklies!”

But Tipper definitely could judge the place for having a proprietor that seemed to all but foam at the mouth at the mere thought of gold. Was this Pokémon actually going to manage to exchange any gold bars? Or were they just going to turn into his midnight snacks?

“Cofagrigus, you can spare me the introduction. I know how places like these work,” Tipper sighed. “Look, I just want to convert some money over since my dad and I are a bit tight on space right now. Do you have a going rate at the moment?”

“Of course! It’s just a mere 555 Poké for one of my GLORIOUS! Sparklies!” the Ghost-type exclaimed, before trailing off with a flustered wave of his arms.

“Or at least it will be once I have some to offer and can finish setting my shop up,” he added. “I’ve got plenty of treasures to offer in trade if you already have any, though!”

Tipper pinched his brow and shook his head. Of course an actually useful service in this town wouldn’t actually be functional. Since it wasn’t as if Post Town had much else to motivate Pokémon to come off the highway beyond its spring water.

“Would it really have killed you to put a ‘Coming Soon’ on that advertisement of yours?” the Kecleon scoffed. “Though good luck on getting those Gold Bars together. You’ll need it.”

Cofagrigus didn’t seem particularly thrilled with his tone of voice, though Tipper found it hard to care after wasting precious time from his lunch break on a clod who couldn’t be bothered to put up accurate advertisements. The Kecleon turned and started to head off back for the bridge into the main square, when he saw something move off to the left of the unfinished Gold Exchange. Curious, he decided to investigate.

Tipper rounded the corner and saw a rug with a counter and some crates in the back set out with a Foongus dusting himself off. It was clearly a shop of some sort, even if Tipper couldn’t see any wares set out.

“Wait, what on earth do you sell anyways?” the Kecleon asked. “I didn’t know there were other shops on this side of the stream.”

“That, my scaly friend, is a story and a half,” the Grass-type replied. “But the long and short of it is that I sell ways to get far, far away… for a very particular clientele.”

Tipper raised a brow in reply. There weren’t a lot of merchants in the world who could afford to be picky about their customers, let alone ones in a little town like this where most of the business to be had was from passersby from the highway. Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Foongus, I’m from Kecleon Market,” he said. “I don’t think you’re going to find a better potential client around here than me or my dad.”

“Sorry, but that isn’t good enough for me,” the Grass-type said. “My services are specifically for humans. I happened to come out here to set up shop since word is that a bunch of them have been popping up around these parts as of late. That, and my suppliers happen to be close by here.”

Tipper blinked. Is this a scam? Since this guy just gives off a vibe that he’d peddle Ekans Oil in his spare time.

“Uh… huh. And just what do you sell again?” Tipper asked.

“As I mentioned, ways to get far, far away. I happened to buy up licensing rights from some local inventors for a means to do that,” the Grass-type said. “A way for any Pokémon to jump straight into a Mystery Dungeon.”

Yeah, this was totally a scam. Tipper could already tell.

“Can’t a Pokémon capable of using Teleport already do that?” he asked, folding his arms. “What do you really sell, Foongus? Teleport Gems?”

“Please, those are so passé, and they still require a Pokémon with Teleport to use them,” the dubious merchant scoffed. “The solution I sell cuts out the middleman entirely. It just requires these.”

The Foongus hopped aside from his place and revealed a set of red and gold metallic tiles. He stooped and spread them across the counter, as Tipper turned his head down to inspect them, as a sharp frown spread over his face.

“Seriously? A bunch of cards?”

“Correction, Entercards. You arrange them and they interact with ley lines to form what we call a ‘Magnagate’ to get you around,” the Foongus insisted. “The sets my suppliers have made for me so far currently link to a dozen locations, including one ‘Kecleon Bazaar’ that you might be interested in.”

Tipper jolted up and his mouth flopped open in shock. H-How on earth does this ‘mon know about Kecleon Bazaar?! It was a training ground where those in Kecleon Market who wished to follow in the footsteps of the company’s legendary founders for going about Mystery Dungeons to scrounge wares and sell directly to Pokémon inside toughened up! And it was a prime source for a swath of the goods they had on offer that couldn’t be reliably sourced from local Mystery Dungeons.

Could… this Foongus really have a way of getting to Kecleon Bazaar? Its location was a trade secret for the company but it certainly wasn’t on the Mist Continent of all places!

He didn’t know whether or not the Grass-type was being serious, but this needed to be nipped in the bud and fast.

“Look, if you really have a way of getting into Kecleon Bazaar, let’s strike a deal to get that off the market,” the Kecleon insisted. “Since that’s really not someplace anyone from Kecleon Market wants to become common knowledge.”

“Sorry, no can do,” Foongus insisted. “Though you don’t need to worry, these Entercards are meant specifically for human customers. Since they have what I and my associates want.”

“Which would be…?”

“Magic numbers.”

Tipper screwed his eyes shut and sighed. He couldn’t believe he actually let himself almost get taken in by this nonsense. There was definitely no way that Foongus was running a shop that only served humans. It wasn’t as if they just casually rained from the sky! Why, this had probably all been some sort of confidence trick to get him to waste a fortune on a bunch of worthless cards!

“... ‘Magic numbers’,” he scoffed. “You seriously expect me to believe that you’re successfully running a shop just collecting those?”

“Well, this is a start-up venture, but the profits to be had if it pans out will be nothing short of phenomenal,” The Grass-type explained. “A sequence of sixteen numbers, a sequence of three, and two pairs of two. My associates tell me they’re the keys to unimaginable treasures from the human world, and I’ve even managed to snag a few sets already from humans who managed to hold onto at least part of their memories.”

Tipper furrowed his brow into an exasperated scowl. He couldn’t tell who was the more gullible one here: Foongus, or whatever unfortunate soul he passed these ‘Entercards’ onto. It reminded him of a back alley shop he’d once run across in Baram Town. Some hole-in-the-wall that sold maps and treasures that were allegedly from a “Phantom Island” that laid between the Air and Grass Continents which sometimes popped up in folktales.

It was all a bunch of rubbish, but clearly, the proprietor had lost a few marbles and came to genuinely believe the nonsense his shop was built around. Something like that must have happened with Foongus, too.

“You know what? You’re crazy,” Tipper said, shaking his head. “And I need to get back to work before-”

“Oh! There you are, Foongus!”

“We’ve got those Entercards you asked for!”

Tipper turned as an Espeon and Umbreon came bounding up with a small sack that they threw onto the counter. It landed with an audible clack as a few of those metallic cards spilled from its mouth. The Kecleon stared in disbelief at the pair as they chatted with the Foongus, who shot a smug look back at him.

The lingering worry came bubbling back to his mind. What if those ‘Entercards’ weren’t all just an elaborate confidence trick? It sounded a bit stupid, but maybe he should try and buy up those cards that supposedly went to Kecleon Bazaar… just in case.

Tipper looked on for a moment, before he shook his head and turned away.

“Pah, what on earth are the odds?” he harrumphed. “Magic numbers, teleporting cards? What a bunch of nonsense.”

As if anyone would actually waste money on such preposterous-sounding trinkets in the first place. Let alone actual humans. With any luck, Foongus’ shop would fold in a couple weeks, and the Grass-type would go and pester some gullible kids in a guild town or something like that.
 
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Quagsire

Spiteful Murkrow

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He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Quagsire



Tipper rested his head on the back of his claw boredly as he watched the world pass by. The shop had been cleaned up enough to have a grand reopening, if still without the Deposit Box that was supposed to have come in. Not that Dad really seemed to have much time to spend in Post Town between his crawls through Mystery Dungeons.

While Post Town was just off a highway and there was usually a steady stream of Pokémon that passed through every day, their arrivals were fairly uneven. Morning would be busy with locals rousing for the day and heading out for nearby jobs or travelers hitting the road. Noon was usually a bit more crowded than normal thanks to Pokémon stopping by the Swanna House to grab a bite. And of course, there was the evening rush into town before things got too dark out on the highway.

“Blugh…”

That was all fine and good, except it felt like half the time in between, there was precious little to do other than to just stare off at the pond and waterfalls or at the windmills in the distance. The time after the morning rush today had been another one of those moments, especially after the fight which broke out in the square towards its tail end. With how slow business had been today, Tipper was starting to wonder if he’d have been better off just closing the shop up to go and take an early lunch break.

“Oh, hello, Kecleon. You seem a bit, hmm… distracted.”

Tipper’s eyes widened as he looked up and saw there was that Quagsire he’d occasionally seen around town at his counter. The Kecleon hurriedly straightened up and dusted off his scales, quietly thankful that his father wasn’t here to see things since he’d surely never hear the end of things for making this sort of first impression on a customer.

“W-Welcome to the Kecleon Shop!” Tipper stammered. “How can I help you?”

The Quagsire trailed off a moment and put a paw under his chin. It was admittedly a bit hard to tell for sure with the Pokémon’s beady eyes, but something about him just gave off the vibe that he was a bit spacey.

“Oh, hmm… I’ll just have some of those Sleep Seeds you have over there,” he said. “Five or six should be enough.”

Tipper turned his head as Quagsire motioned off at a counter behind him, where a small pile of Sleep Seeds was sitting on the counter… where the Apples were supposed to be. Gah, he really must’ve been zoning out today.

The Kecleon turned and started taking the Sleep Seeds off the shelf as he turned his attention back to the Quagsire on the other side of the counter.

“... Have you had trouble falling asleep lately or something?” he asked. “Since I’m not sure why a Pokémon that mostly hangs around town would need so many Sleep Seeds.”

“Better safe than sorry,” the Water-type insisted. “With the way that things have been going around these parts lately, you never know when you’ll need to punish some evildoers.”

Tipper froze as he pulled a Sleep Seed off the counter, and cocked a brow back at the Water-type.

“I’m sorry, what did you say you did around here again?”

“These days, I mostly just help solve problems that I find around town,” Quagsire answered. “Though I used to be a lawmon back in the day, ‘Quagsire the Outlaw Hunter’. It wasn’t often that an evildoer could give me the slip, mm-hmm.”

Quagsire seemed to have a flash of pride come over him, as Tipper finished gathering up the rest of the Sleep Seeds from the shelf.

“Uh huh, sure. So, what, am I supposed to take it that you’re the Sheriff of this town or something?”

“Well, honorary Sheriff, but something like that, yes.”

Tipper caught himself as he stared back into Quagsire’s eyes. The Pokémon sure didn’t strike him as being the ‘Sheriff’ type, even if Tipper supposed that he and his parents had run into enough customers in life to know that looks could be quite deceiving. Quagsire seemed to find his reaction funny, and shook his head with a knowing smile.

Whatever the case, Tipper had already put up an iffy enough display of the hospitality employees of Kecleon Market were supposed to display on the job, so peppering the ‘mon with skeptical questions probably wasn’t a good idea. Especially if he really was the honorary Sheriff of this town.

“That’ll be 360 Poké,” Tipper said. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Hmm… well, yes, actually,” Quagsire said, passing a few gold-colored coins across the counter. “It’s actually the main reason why I stopped by here.”

Quagsire leaned on the counter, as the curve of his mouth smoothed out into a small, serious-looking frown.

“You don’t seem to really enjoy being here in Post Town, Kecleon,” he said. “Maybe it’s a habit of the younger generation, but it was a bit, hmm, noticeable in your attitude on the job.”

Tipper sucked a breath in and bit the inside of his cheek. Stars, now he was really glad that his father wasn’t around right now, since he’d definitely get an earful from him if the local customers were complaining about his service like this. He thought that he’d been putting up a happy enough face whenever customers were coming around and kept his scales a nice and cheerful green…

Clearly he hadn’t been doing that as well as he’d hoped.

“Sorry if it’s not the sort of service you were expecting from a branch of Kecleon Market,” Tipper sighed, hanging his head. “I know it’s not really an excuse, it’s just… I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Mm-hmm. Is it something that you want to talk about?”

Tipper looked away and pawed at his arm. He wasn’t sure whether or not it was a good idea to bring the topic up. After all, it was his job to make the shop’s customers happy and ensure a smooth sales experience on behalf of Kecleon Market, not to bother them with his own life problems.

… Even so, Quagsire had asked him to talk about it. And something about the ‘mon gave off the vibe that he wasn’t going to leave until he got some sort of answer.

“I wound up coming here to the Mist Continent as part of my job, and this… wasn’t exactly where I thought I was going to wind up,” Tipper explained. “Dad and I came from Baram Town, so I was just expecting that we’d be sent to work in a place that was a bit more… lively.”

Quagsire tilted his head in reply, and while it was a bit hard to tell with the way his eyes were, Tipper swore that he saw the ‘mon quirk a brow at him.

“Well, did you have any companions back in Baram Town?”

“Well, yes. Not that they were able to come along with me,” the Kecleon said. “I have a lot of fond memories of us getting together to shoot the breeze under the windmills or stopping to watch the waves come in while I was on break.”

“And do you have any here?

Tipper caught himself and stared back at Quagsire across the counter. He didn’t say anything back in reply, but from the way the Water-type’s mouth curled and the shake of his head… Tipper figured that Quagsire had already deduced that the answer was ‘no’.

“Even a big town will feel lonely without anyone to talk to, Kecleon. Why don’t you spend some time getting to know your fellow shopkeeps a bit more?” Quagsire suggested. “After all, if you’re always strictly business and quick to get snappy with them like you were yesterday with Cofagrigus and Foongus, it will probably take you a lot longer than it needs to to get used to life here in Post Town.”

Tipper felt his cheeks burn and saw his scales start to turn a deep, beet red. Stars, he’d really been covering himself in glory as a Kecleon Market employee lately, hadn’t he? Tipper snapped back to attention as Quagsire took his Sleep Seeds off the counter, and stuffed them into a small satchel before turning to take his leave.

“Though it’s just friendly advice on my part. If you have a better way of handling your problems, you’re more than welcome to try it out,” Quagsire said. “I just thought that it might help you since this town already has more than enough Pokémon that just keep to themselves and are standoffish to others.”

Tipper looked down and fidgeted with his claws. Would it make sense to talk more with some of the other shopkeepers? He… admittedly hadn’t really gotten the best impression from Cofagrigus or Foongus, and with how unfriendly a lot of the passersby had seemed, he wasn’t sure how interrupting the Box Buster across the lane or whoever ran that Gift Shop further down would go.

The next thing Tipper knew, he looked up and Quagsire was already halfway across the square..

“Ack!” Tipper realized he’d forgotten to give him the customary farewell to him as part of his job. “Thanks for your business! Come back anytime!”

Tipper sighed and pinched his brow. Maybe he should take that lunch break early after all. It wouldn’t make sense to go into the midday rush frazzled like this.

And he supposed that he had time to spare to try out Quagsire’s advice, if just for a bit.
 
Traveling Sales-Mon

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Traveling Sales-Mon



Tipper admittedly wasn’t sure why he was doing this. He had wanted to chat up the Box Buster or the Cinccino who ran the Gift Shop, but both had been out of their shops when he passed by. He thought of just turning back for the Swanna House, but the bridge over the stream was right there, and before he knew it…

“Fwohoho! This is the gold exchange known as GLORIOUS GOLD!”

He was back in front of Cofagrigus’ not-yet-opened Gold Exchange. Tipper had hoped that he hadn’t stood out too much from the day before, but unfortunately for him, a look of recognition came across Cofagrigus’s face once their eyes met.

“Oh, it’s you again,” the Ghost-type harrumphed, crossing his upper arms. “The shop’s still not open if that’s why you’re here.”

He supposed he should’ve expected as much. Tipper pawed at the back of his head, and glanced aside with a quiet mutter.

“Yeah, I kinda figured. I… guess I just came back because I wanted to get to know the neighborhood better. The Box Buster and Gift Shop were both busy when I was passing over, so I figured I’d try out a couple other places first. Were there any shops around here that I’ve been missing?”

“Well, there’s Foongus’ shop right next door-”

Aside from Foongus’ shop,” Tipper hastily added.

Cofagrigus studied him closely, and seemed to be weighing his words until he turned his attention off to the right of his shop and raised a spectral hand to point off at it.

“Well, they won’t be here until after noon, but you’re actually in luck,” Cofagrigus said. “I’m set to get a new neighbor to the right of my shop. If you stop by later in the day, the proprietor should be around. Not that they could ever hope to compete with my GLORIOUS sparklies.”

Tipper glanced over to the right of the Gold Exchange and saw that there was a green counter and mat spread out, much like the one that Foongus used for his alleged shop. The Kecleon wasn’t sure how on earth he’d overlooked that earlier, really. There was a small notice pinned to the front of the counter saying “reserved” with the proprietor’s name torn off which couldn’t help but pique his interest.

“Oh? Who runs the shop here, Cofagrigus? And what do they sell?”

“Couldn’t tell you,” Cofagrigus replied. “I’d admittedly been busy setting up my Gold Exchange so I hadn’t been paying much attention to my neighbors.”

Tipper frowned briefly. It sure seemed strange that Cofagrigus wouldn’t know his own immediate neighbors, especially since the other shop didn’t look particularly new in construction.

“Though I suppose that I wouldn’t be able to give you a consistent answer anyways since that stall’s actually set aside for traveling sales-mons. I’m hoping that it’ll be someone selling sparklies, but it’ll probably just someone running battle tutoring. Though who knows, really?” The Ghost-type glanced back and shrugged. “Sometimes you’ll get some really different shops that set up in that space. Like the year when Victini brought his V-Wheel here.”

Tipper couldn’t help but cock a brow at the Ghost-type’s response.

“‘Victini’?” he asked.

“You know, little apple-looking rabbit guy? Eccentric researcher? Pretty sure he’s some sort of Legendary Pokémon?” Cofagrigus asked. “I don’t know if you have one of your own wherever you’re from, but Victini built a machine that can apparently manipulate these energy waves which affect the nearby Mystery Dungeons that he discovered. ‘V-Waves’, he calls them.”

“‘V-Waves’?” Tipper tilted his head in confusion. Between this and the ‘V-Wheel’, this ‘Victini’ sounded more like some sort of obnoxious marketer than a researcher. Cofagrigus let out a low chuckle as he seemed to be adrift in fond memories.

“Mind you, the last time he was here was well before I got into the gold exchange business, but he and that V-Wheel drew quite a crowd… or at least he did until him shouting ‘V-Wheeeeeel!’ started wearing thin and scaring off the customers until he left,” Cofagrigus explained. “That’s how I managed to get the deed to this place! The prior owner heard Victini was considering coming back this year and figured he’d retire before the circus came into town.”

Tipper was starting to be quietly grateful that his shop was located clear across a square and stream from this place. Though even so, he couldn’t help but grow curious.

If the traveling sales-mon was indeed this ‘Victini’, then it’d probably make sense to get an idea of how this ‘V-Wheel’ worked, since being able to change the effects of nearby Mystery Dungeons sounded like it could be helpful for Dad’s travels through them. Who knew? Maybe one of those effects would even help him find more wares for the shop.

And even if it was just a more normal shopkeep, Tipper supposed it wouldn’t hurt to find out how things had been going lately further afield from Post Town.

“I… mean, I shouldn’t be away from my shop that long. But I suppose that I can come by sometime on my evening break to see what this traveling sales-mon is like.”



Rocks? Really?”

Yes, apparently. When Tipper came back to the space set aside for the traveling sales-mons during his evening break, the first thing he saw was a Roggenrola proprietor standing atop the counter… along with row after row of rocks spread out on the green mat behind.

“That’s right! I’ve got all the rocks a Pokémon could ever want!” the Roggenrola cheered. “Swirl Rocks, Happy Rocks, Gravelerocks…”

Tipper let his mouth hang open and pinched his brow. He was getting the distinct feeling that he should’ve gone to try and talk with the Box Buster instead. Or the owner of the Gift Shop. Or with Swanna for that matter.

“What on earth is a Pokémon supposed to do with all these? Use them as paperweights?”

“Well, some of them are meant to be thrown and others used as accessories. But if it’s paperweights you’re looking for, check the left end of the mat.”

Tipper turned his attention towards the left side of the mat, where sure enough, the stones seemed a bit more interesting. Some of them were colored, some had spirals on them. And curiously enough, one looked almost golden with a circular band on it.

“Huh? Why’s this rock look so different?”

“Ah, good eye there, Kecleon! For a moment, I thought that was a sparkly, but looks can be deceiving. That’s part of a ruin.”

Tipper blinked, as much to his surprise, Cofagrigus was out from behind his counter and floating over alongside him. The Ghost-type brought a hand down and raised the golden stone up, before giving a curious look at the Roggenrola on the counter.

“Where’d you get this from, Roggenrola?” he asked. “If the stones from wherever it came from looked like this, I might need to go treasure hunting for GOLD wherever you found it.”

“I actually got it in a trade,” the Rock-type explained. “The Pokémon who gave it to me said she found it near someplace called ‘Eternal Ruins’, wherever that is.”

A brief pang of disappointment came over Cofagrigus’ face as he set the stone back down and Tipper traded glances between it and the Ghost-type.

“Wait, just what are these ‘Eternal Ruins’?” he asked.

“It’s a legendary ruin where Ho-Oh is said to sometimes appear in the Mist Continent, which was built as a part of a broader set that Legendary Pokémon are said to similarly favor,” Cofagrigus explained. “Nobody really knows what the history of those places is, other than that the builders spoke the Old Language. Well, that, and that there’s plenty of treasures left around in some of the other ruins we know for sure exist.”

Tipper gave a dubious frown at the stone. Why did this sound so much like the tales of the “Phantom Island” he’d heard back home? Though then again, he supposed that there were also places on the Air Continent that had echoes of a long forgotten past. Ruins like the Ancient Relic left behind by Pokémon that were so old that nobody knew anything about the civilization that built it or what happened to it, and places that were stranger still like that Decrepit Lab that rumors said hadn’t been built by Pokémon at all.

Why, even the Poké they used for money was said to be a relic. Tipper hadn’t heard the full story behind it, but from what his father had told them, it was apparently based on some sort of ancient standard from a bygone time when the Five Continents were more interconnected. A time when there were cities so big that they made places like Baram or Noe look like little villages like Post Town, thus why stray Poké coins would sometimes turn up in Mystery Dungeons.

He wasn’t sure whether or not he believed all of those stories. But the Cofagrigus and Roggenrola seemed convinced it was something unusual, and who knew? Maybe Dad would come across these ‘Eternal Ruins’ sometime while they were here on Mist.

“I think I’ll take it, actually,” Tipper said. “My dad goes around Mystery Dungeons for his job, so he’d probably get a kick out of this. Thanks for pointing it out, Cofagrigus.”

Tipper passed a few coins over to the Roggenrola proprietor and claimed the rock from the mat. He then turned and made his way off for the bridge back to the Square.

And for the first time since arriving in Post Town, he didn’t have to force a smile on his face.
 
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Box Buster

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Box Buster



Tipper knew that those ‘Deposit Boxes’ Kecleon Market got for their locations were still in the process of entering a phased rollout, but he still hadn’t expected a hulking vault that was taller than him to show up right next to his shop. It had been painted a deep shade of burgundy with gilded trim along its edges, and sported a pair of circles set between spikes jutting out of the lid’s peak that gave it an appearance vaguely reminiscent of a pair of eyes and horns.

It reminded him a bit of a Kangaskhan who ran a Storage Shop back in Baram Town, even if he wasn’t really sure that a box without any shopkeeper to guide things would really be a good surrogate.

He glanced down and double-checked a small sheet of paper that came with the Deposit Box upon its arrival as he puzzled over the large knob in the center. Dad was supposed to have sent his batch of goods for the shop through the Deposit Box, but now he needed to figure out how on earth to get to its contents.

“To access your account’s storage, enter your Friend Code through the knob in the center prior to twisting the handle…”

Tipper studied the Deposit Box’s circular handle, where sure enough, the central circle was raised slightly with numbers engraved in intervals of ten between dotted lines. Dad had apparently already set up a storage account on his end of things, so now he just needed to enter the code. The Kecleon looked down at the sheet and the numbers that had been written down on them, and figured that those lines must’ve been for the numbers in between the intervals. He carefully twisted the knob until they matched their numbers, a few clicks to the left, and then back to the right, and then back left again…

CLICK!

Tipper blinked and tested the rotating handle, which incredibly, moved back and forth smoothly. He pulled it counterclockwise, watching as the heavy-looking lid propped itself open and…

“Ah!”

He found that the inside was packed full of various odds and ends. Seeds, Wonder Orbs, even the occasional accessory or garment. There was even a small partition inside that was filled with Poké coins. So these things were able to be used to store money in them.

He’d heard various rumors about the consortium that had set these Deposit Boxes up: that prominent bankers and storage keepers had financed their creation in the search of more secure vaults for their establishments, that they had been built based on designs reverse engineered from those abandoned sites on the Air Continent which were rumored to be of human origin.

He didn’t know how true any of those stories were, but he could already tell that this box was going to be a lifesaver. Why he wasn’t sure if he’d ever need to visit a traditional Bank or Storage Shop again after this!

CRASH!

Tipper jolted up with a sharp yelp as the ground shook, and turned towards the Box Buster’s shop across the road. He’d occasionally hear the sound of splintering wood or cries coming from it on prior days, but he didn’t remember them ever being this forceful.

“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Tipper flinched as a bellowing cry and another deafening crash rang out, forceful enough to make the front of his shop shudder. A second crash came, and then yet another. Tipper hung his mouth open in disbelief and closed the lid to the Deposit Box as he made his way over to the front counter of the Box Buster’s shop.

“What on earth is going on out there-?”

“Oh hey!”

Tipper looked up and saw a gray-and-blue scaled figure hurrying out from the back of the shop, brushing a few loose splinters that had clung to his horns. The Rock-type’s eyes lit up, before he made it to the counter and gave a cheerful wave.

“Oh, you must be the new guy! Pleasure finally meeting you!” he said. “I’m Rampardos! The Box Buster!”

Tipper tilted his head and looked past the shop with a puzzled frown.

“You… seem to be quite busy today.”

“Yup! I got a bulk order from a traveling Exploration Team that had built up a bunch of chests they’d found on their missions,” Rampardos replied. “There’s some really neat stuff in their boxes, too! The last one I broke open had an Insomniscope in it!”

That must've been quite a team to find something like that lying around. Though Tipper was starting to get a bit uneasy about this ‘bunch’ of chests that Rampardos mentioned…

“Uh… just how many boxes did this team bring to you again?” the Kecleon asked.

“I honestly lost count after the thirtieth or so, but between them and the chests that normally come in, I’ll probably be at ‘em all week!”

Wonderful. As if Tipper didn’t already have enough headaches to worry about in between getting a shop running in the middle of nowhere. Though would Rampardos’ shop even physically survive an entire week being bashed up like that?

“Not that I’m one to normally tell others how to do their jobs, but don’t you think you’re throwing your head around a little too hard, Rampardos?” he asked. “From the racket you were making, I thought that you were busting up your shop.

“Nah, these walls can take a bit of punishment,” Rampardos insisted. “I had ‘em built in mind for taking a bit of abuse.”

Tipper stared for a moment and hung his mouth open. Surely Rampardos had to get tired of this later in the day and slow down eventually… right?

“... If you say so.”

Tipper drifted off and made his way back to his shop by the square, and along the way, the crashing started ringing out from Rampardos’ shop again. He tried to ignore it and went back to the Deposit Box. He re-entered the combination to prop the lid back open and he grabbed a blue orb with droplets in it.

CRASH!

The ground abruptly shook from a stronger-than-normal blow as the Rainy Orb slipped from his grasp and shattered against the ground. Tipper looked up, as small clouds began to gather much as if a Rain Dance had been cast, as droplets began to patter against his scales.

They flushed a ruddy shade, and he pinched his brow as the racket from Rampardos’ shop kept dragging on.

“Ugh. This is going to be a really long week….”



The rest of the day went along much as Tipper had dreaded. As did the day after. And the day after that. Every moment when the Kecleon thought that things had settled down to relative quiet, a sharp crash or shout or worse still, a small tremor would come from the Box Buster’s shop. Everything about managing the shop had turned into an ongoing battle during that time:

Fighting to keep customers from getting scared off by the racket. Fighting to keep his wares from getting knocked off their shelves. Fighting to break the falls of the ones that did with wads of cloth for cushioning.

And of course, fighting to keep his own sanity from the constant din coming from across the street.

And then on the fourth day, things abruptly stopped. At first Tipper thought that Rampardos must’ve gotten through his bulk order early, but the day was just eerily silent from his shop. Asking around town revealed that the Box Buster had unexpectedly been off work for the day, and the Kecleon shrugged the matter off before turning in for the day at night.

It was now the morning of the fifth day since Rampardos started his ‘bulk order’, and as Tipper stocked the wares for the day, he noticed that once again, the Box Buster shop was quiet.

“That’s the second day in a row that Rampardos hasn’t been working. I hope he’s alright…”

A low grunt came from the direction of the town entrance and Tipper immediately grimaced at the sight. Rampardos was back, as good a sign that yesterday’s quiet was now over. Tipper hung his head with a low sigh, only to pause after noticing his Rock-type neighbor was laden down with a peculiar cargo.

“... Wooden planks?”

He blinked, but his eyes weren’t deceiving him, and for a second, Rampardos looked more like an aspiring carpenter than a Box Buster. The Rock-type made his way to the back of his shop and set the planks down to clear aside some ruined chests, before dragging the wood in. An envelope slipped the dinosaur’s grasp on the way over, as it got caught up in the wind and drifted along the lane.

“Rampardos, wait!”

The door shut before Tipper could say anything and for a moment, he thought to let the letter just sit there. Rampardos would surely come back to get it if it were important, after all. The Kecleon turned his attention back to his wares, as he heard the first few Pokémon start entering the plaza bright and early in the morning.

He felt the wind against his scales and faintly heard paper fluttering. Tipper turned his head, where much to his astonishment he saw the envelope blowing along, already most of the way over to the pond by his shop.

He sighed, before hurrying out from behind the counter.

“Oh, for crying out loud.”

He knew that it was still early in the morning, but did nobody else in this town seriously care enough to stop a runaway envelope? He hurriedly slipped out the shop’s side entrance and darted into the square, all but diving to snatch the envelope out of the air before it blew into the pool.

Tipper tightened his grasp on the envelope and breathed a sigh of relief, before he looked down at the Footprint Runes where the recipient information was supposed to be. There was the expected ‘Rampardos of Post Town’ and ‘Box Buster Shop’ on it, but curiously, there was an additional line above them all.

“‘Galton from Mistville’?”

Tipper cocked a brow. Did Rampardos have a partner who helped run his shop? Though where on earth was ‘Mistville’? Since he’d never heard any of his customers mention such a place. He turned and hurried along the path for the Box Buster’s. When he reached the counter, he heard the plonk of wooden planks jostling each other ring out from the backroom, as the Rock-type’s silhouette moved to and fro inside.

“Rampardos!”

Tipper watched as Rampardos turned and sidled out from inside his shop, before he raising the envelope and slid it over past the counter.

“You dropped this on your way in,” the Kecleon said. “If I’d gone after it just a bit later, I’d be fishing it out of the pond by the Swanna House right now.”

The Box Buster stiffened up as an embarrassed grimace came over his face.

“Oh! Er, sorry about the trouble! I’ll just be taking that…”

The Rock-type took the letter and hastily tucked it away under the counter. Perhaps Tipper should’ve left things there, but he couldn’t help but wonder about that extra line on the envelope above the recipient’s address.

“I didn’t know that you had a partner for your shop, even if I’m surprised he’d just put one of his personal names on it for the world to see,” Tipper said. “Though where on earth is ‘Mistville’ on this continent anyways?”

The Box Buster blinked in reply, before giving a sheepish paw at the back at his head.

“Er… well, that’s actually my name that I use with close friends and family, even if it’s technically read a bit differently than that,” he explained. “Here on Mist, it’s convention to read Footprint Runes which are part of such names in the Old Language. So that’d be ‘Galton Di Brumezia’, or ‘Galton from Noe Town’ in plain speech.”

Tipper suddenly felt a lot dumber. He supposed he himself had experience with similar letters back on Air, even if the convention for personal names was a bit different. It was convention to just put such names right after the species name written in Air’s own Old Language. Sometimes the names would sound the same as they did in plain speech like ‘Pikachu Ichi’ or ‘Nidoking Sakaki’, while with others like ‘Bippa Haru’ or ‘Nyula Hiro’, one could tell how one was supposed to read them just based off the runes in front of the name.

“Right, I suppose there’s times when the Pokémon back home sometimes read Footprint Runes in our own Old Language, too,” Tipper said. “Even if I can’t say that anyone there has a name like yours…

The Kecleon shook his head. Part of him was admittedly curious as to where ‘Galton’ came from as a name. At least at home, it wasn’t unheard of for Pokémon to go through multiple personal names in life as they evolved or their life circumstances changed. All the better to avoid being stuck with some embarrassment of a name one had as a hatchling like ‘Boo-Boo’ well into old age.

Though who on earth had even sent this thing if they knew Rampardos so well?

“Though what’s the story of the letter anyways?” he asked. “I didn’t think that Pokémon here on Mist were so casual about intimately addressing strangers.”

“Oh, it’s from my son,” Rampardos answered. “He works on an Exploration Team in a town towards the northern end of the highway that runs past town.”

The Box Buster trailed off and turned away, giving an uneasy paw at his shoulder.

“I… actually moved out here to Post Town to try to be a bit closer to him. He doesn’t get the chance to come back to Noe Town a whole lot.”

Tipper fell quiet at Rampardos’ response. He had a feeling that there was more to the story that Rampardos wasn’t telling him, but he opted not to press the matter. He also hadn’t realized that there were other Pokémon out here in Post Town who’d been plucked from big and bustling towns. Did Rampardos ever have doubts or regrets like him about coming here? Especially when he came from a place that had quite literally been reaching for the skies in recent years…

“I see. Do… you ever miss it?” the Kecleon asked. “Noe Town, that is? Since I was under the impression that it was a much bigger and livelier place than this.”

“Oh, it is. But the slower pace of life here’s not necessarily a bad thing,” the Box Buster replied. “It’s nice to have more space to work with. And there’s fewer Pokémon complaining about the noise my box busting makes or the wreckage of the chests piling up between runs to throw them out.”

Tipper supposed that was one way to tell that Rampardos also made quite a racket at his old shop. Though he still didn’t understand why Rampardos had abruptly stopped working a couple days ago. With how hard he’d been busting boxes up until yesterday, Rampardos certainly didn’t seem like the type who’d slack off from work…

“I’d imagine, though I’d actually been getting kinda used to it before you stopped,” Tipper said. “Were you taking a break from work?”

“Something like that,” Rampardos replied. “Though say, Kecleon. You’re living at the Swanna House at the moment, right?”

“Yeah? Why do you ask?”

The Box Buster turned back towards his shop, before pawing at his head with a sheepish grin.

“Do you happen to know if Gurdurr’s been taking any more carpentry orders lately?” the Rock-type asked. “I… might’ve busted the shop up a bit too much, and it’s been keeping me from being able to do my job.”

Well. That would explain a thing or two about why things had been so quiet lately. Tipper thought back to the last time he’d seen Gurdurr in the Swanna House’s Juice Bar. He was ornery as usual back then and questionably sober, and gave off the sort of vibe that just screamed that giving him business was a bad idea.

Tipper shook his head back, before lowering his head with a tired sigh.

“I’ll ask Swanna about it, but don’t hold your breath,” he said. “I’d personally recommend asking some friends of yours from Noe Town if they can come over to help you.”

“Er… right.” Rampardos nodded. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Tipper headed off from Rampardos’ shop and off for the Swanna House. He doubted that the Signora would have any quick fixes to offer for the Box Buster’s shop, but he supposed he wouldn’t complain about there being a bit more peace and quiet for a while.

That, and a part of him figured that he ought to talk to Rampardos a little more often.
 

MintyMimix

Otherworldly Dessert
Location
Florida
Pronouns
They/Them
Partners
  1. lurantis
  2. noivern-astrea
Heya Fobbie, lovely themed multishot you got here! This was a fun read all-around, and I thoroughly enjoy the premise of the MC trying to make sense of the strange logic going all around him that seem to somehow work in the others' favor. Let's dive right in.

Chapter 1

Right off the bat, we already have our scenario quickly setup: pre-GTI, from the point of view of one of the Keckleon merchants. GTI often doesn't get explored enough, so seeing how things came to be before the player's involvement already caught my attention. I also do like the small nods to Super to help keep cohesion and connection to the world — especially since it involves our protagonist moving in.

Oh hey, Torneko! Should we expect a warrior named Shiren later as well? :wink:

The descriptions are short but succinct; the perspective colors the prose without getting in the way — "No, that would be the mound of splintered wood and broken-up boxes heaped up along the back of the shop" is a striking image that showcases both Tipper's disdain for his situation as well as just how out of the way the neighborhood is. Lovely stuff.

A short bit of lore about names and titles — intriguing...

I completely forgot that was a canonical "Call Me Maybe" joke in GTI. I'm not sure whether to compliment or bop you for including that!

Overall, a fun introduction that helps sets the stage for a backwater town with some rough company but still has a lot of that Mystery Dungeon charm weaved within (mostly thanks to Torneko).

Chapter 2

Onward to Chapter 2, where a certain eccentric character is gonna be introduced based on the title!

One nitpck I have is that a couple of sentences here and there, while not run-on, sometimes can get a bit loaded. For example:
He also learned the times of day when Gurdurr was least likely to be around so that his visits to the Juice Bar would be more tolerable.
A pause might be beneficial here to help separate the subjects while adding more venom to Tipper's already sardonic voice! "He also learned the times of day when Gurdurr was least like to be around. Made visits to the Juice Bar more tolerable, at least," sort of deal.

A more notable example:
It was hard to judge the Cofagrigus owner for building a shop that took after him when it was a fast way to help the shop stand out for his less literate customers, even if the counter shaped after a stack of gold bars was definitely pushing the bounds of good taste…
This one sentence is trying to carry several ideas all at once: (1) that Cofagrigus built a shop in his visage, (2) that illiterate customers exist and the facade helps guide them, (3) that the counter was shaped after a stack of gold bars, and (4) that Tipper was judging the excessive appearance for its taste. Just replacing the "when" with a period the comma with a semicolon can help give a bit of breather between these subject!

"Public arguments and fights" being something that's ignored and tolerated is an interesting worldbuilding piece — showcasing not just that the town is a bit on the rougher side, but also that such fights aren't commonplace in more populated places even in a Pokémon setting!

Tipper is a bit of a judgmental butt sometimes with his biting descriptions and lack of tact, but that laso makes him a compelling read! "wasting precious tme from his lunch break on a clod" and "'You'll need it'" really help sell his character.

Foongus had me laughing though. It's a wonder how anyone in-universe was going to setup a DLC shop, but a cryptic, "My services are specifically for humans" and "a bunch of them have been popping up" is a great way of handling it — both showcasing the absurdity of it while also hinting at the horrors occurring with a certain in-game death cult.

Ooh, a cabal of Keckleon markeeters with a under-whispers bazaar? Now that's interesting. Definitely curious to see if more of that comes up as ready along.

This chapter helped add a bit more definition to our main character, establish just how crazy the world around him is (which ironically only bolsters his flaws), and get some fun nods to the canon material. This has been a pretty enjoyable, lighthearted ride thus far!

Chapter 3
Aha, we see some of Tipper's arrogance and impatience make themselves apparent right off the bat. In only a few days of routine, he's already started slipping up in both inventory and in front of customers, though one has to wonder what he expected otherwise — a steady stream of patrons all day?

Quagsire has always been a fun enigma in GTI, and seeing Tipper's reaction to him as an honorary 'Sheriff' was fun. I particularly enjoy just how observant Quagsire is despite all appearances. He gives some genuinely good advice about making companions in a new town, and him triyng to make the rough Post Town just a bit kinder one gesture at a time is such a lovely way to get into the themes of GTI itself. I adore his characterization here.

A short but sweet deconstruction of Tipper's attitude while also alluding to the greater hieghts Quagsire once achieved. I had only planned to read to chapter 3, but honestly, this convinced me to want to continue into Chapter 4 right away!

Chapter 4
If there's one thing I always appreciate in stories, it's when a scenario presents itself to a main character with multiple paths, and they end up on the one that they struggle with the most. Starting off his road to building rapport with Cofagrigus due to the others being busy is a great demonstration of that.

Cofagrigus, rightfully, treats Tipper with irritation due to their bad first impression. Always nice when those smaller consequences are acknowledged in stories.

GTI casually having legendaries walk around like normal civilians always did raise an eyebrow, so Tipper simply not knowing who Victini even was is a fair enough explanation. V-Wheeeeeel!

Oh, a newcomer! Seems like Roggerola and Steven Stone would get along quite well!

Loving the nods to Rescue Team's own odd locations, and interesting that the Decrepit Lab in particular is not known to be specifically built by humans, just possibly non-Pokémon. There's an interesting lorebit nestled in that I can't tell if it's refering to a human era, or a Pokémon golden age long past. Intriguing...!

What a nice little chapter to end on; Tipper's heart is opening up a bit!

Overall, these chapters are short, but to the point, with low stakes and nice slice of life interactions that seem to have a lot more deeper lore beneath the surface even outside of the GTI nods. Lovely stuff!
 

StolenMadWolf

Loony Moony
Pronouns
He/They
Howdy! As part of our review exchange, I'm going ahead to review Just West as planned. I did go a bit further than planned and ended up reading all five current chapters, so I'll do the review for all five here in my standard fashion.

So, let's get the concept out of the way first. I'll freely raise my hand and admit that I'm not very familar with Gates to Infinity, however, I do know enough of the setting to know about the locations in the setting in question. And I'm going to be honest, I find the idea of following not only the prospective of a Kecelon, but actually one of the shop keepers, to be a damn original idea for PMD materials. In a sea of fics that involves protagonist being your typical humans or heroes (and odd villains), having a story focusing on a shopkeeper interacting with other locals is extremely refreshing for me.

And the execution of that actually works pretty well too. You would think that a story following things in this manner would become boring pretty quickly, but I actually found it quite nice to read. Having pretty short chapters here also helps out, allowing you to easily digest the chapters without issue at all. Whilst not a huge amount actually happens in these chapters, that is nullified by the short length, the fact that it's early on in this story and the unique approach, all of which does wonders to make up for it.

This brings me round towards the characters, and so far, it's been pretty good. Tipper doesn't have a huge amount of development yet beyond being abrasive and not wanting to be in Post Town, but it does allow him to interact with the more colourful cast of characters present in the town in an amusing way. Of course, it's early days yet, but it's still interesting to see.

Worldbuilding is pretty much on the lightside, however, it is early days, so there is room for that to be built up.

I'll keep the actual technical details brief, as I didn't notice anything structurally wrong with the writing at all. It was written well without any real issues present, and I didn't need to double take on anything, so that was great to see.

Overall, I kinda like this. It's not my typical reading material, but it was still very refreshing to do so, namely because it's not a common concept seen in PMD to focus on a character like this. Having short chapters too adds to this vibe of being almost like a Soap. I have a slight expectation that this is gonna change and send Tipper... well... tipping into trouble, but otherwise, I almost kinda want it to stick like that. Of course, that's before the inevitable arrival of our incoming human... if they show up, of course lol. Either way, I enjoyed this read, keep going with it, because I think there is something potentially really great and fresh with this.
 

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
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  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie
Heya, it’s been a while, but I see that some feedback rolled in for this story, so as part of today’s publishing, I’ll be taking a moment to stop and reply to things:

@MintyMimix
Heya Fobbie, lovely themed multishot you got here! This was a fun read all-around, and I thoroughly enjoy the premise of the MC trying to make sense of the strange logic going all around him that seem to somehow work in the others' favor. Let's dive right in.

Glad to hear you had fun with things. I actually had the idea of a short story following the perspective of a PMD Kecleon on the back burner for a while while at the same time I had a vague idea of wanting to do something with Gates to Infinity as an exercise to force myself to work with the canonical setting while doing it on my own terms since… Gates is a bit of a black sheep in the franchise for popularity, while I have a bit of a soft spot for it since it was the first PMD game I properly played.

Chapter 1

Right off the bat, we already have our scenario quickly setup: pre-GTI, from the point of view of one of the Keckleon merchants. GTI often doesn't get explored enough, so seeing how things came to be before the player's involvement already caught my attention. I also do like the small nods to Super to help keep cohesion and connection to the world — especially since it involves our protagonist moving in.

Yeah, Super helped writers sticking to the official PMD setting a lot by virtue of tying the past games together in a fairly coherent fashion while illustrating that there was a whole world beyond the three towns the earlier games were set in. There were a few things in this story where I went a bit out on a limb for my take on that setting, but otherwise, I tried to play things conservatively and allow for readers to project their own takes on how things worked in it.

Oh hey, Torneko! Should we expect a warrior named Shiren later as well? :wink:

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Mostly because at least in the present version of the story sitting on the publishing queue right now, I couldn’t find an organic way to bring up talk about Lucario the Hero, who’d be my reflexive candidate for a “Shiren” in this world due to a mix of the way he’s treated in Rescue Team’s fluff, the statue you unlock right before his in DX being a fairly natural candidate for a “Koppa” that’d be his partner, and some assumptions that I rolled with for the Air Continent in this story.

The descriptions are short but succinct; the perspective colors the prose without getting in the way — "No, that would be the mound of splintered wood and broken-up boxes heaped up along the back of the shop" is a striking image that showcases both Tipper's disdain for his situation as well as just how out of the way the neighborhood is. Lovely stuff.

Yeah, I suppose that's one of the advantages of writing this story in a third person limited perspective. While there's still some party tricks you can only do with third person omniscient that I use in some of my other writings, you can't quite color the narration with the viewpoint character's personality to the same extent that I did in this story with it. ^^
A short bit of lore about names and titles — intriguing…

Yeah, this story rolls with the assumption that characters have proper names, but just don’t use them outside of close friends and family to preserve the games’ dynamic that the PC and his/her partner see. Like I’m sure that some purists will rag on me about it, but I wanted to get in my obligatory “reference to other MD games” shtick that I do for my PMD stories, and it’d get old really fast for Tipper and his dad to just both call each other “Kecleon” with no disambiguation from the rest of the world, so… yeah.

As for why I rolled the “Old Languages” I did, Mist’s was chosen as Italian since Swanna being called ‘Signora’ is just flatly canon in the English localization and I decided to run with it. For the Air Continent, the choice to use Japanese in particular was partly to leave the door open to doing a “Shiren the Wanderer” gag that didn’t quite pan out (maybe if I ever get around to writing an extension), and because the Japanese localization is the only one where the sequence with Wobbuffet shouting his name repeatedly while Wynaut is talking with you actually makes sense, by virtue of Wobbuffet’s name in Japanese, “Sonans”, being a pun to “Sō nansu”, a phrase meaning “That's the way it is”.

I completely forgot that was a canonical "Call Me Maybe" joke in GTI. I'm not sure whether to compliment or bop you for including that!

Yeah, I’m not sorry for that. And when I was reminded that that was a thing, I just knew that I had to include it in some capacity.
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Overall, a fun introduction that helps sets the stage for a backwater town with some rough company but still has a lot of that Mystery Dungeon charm weaved within (mostly thanks to Torneko).

Oh don’t worry, Tipper will get his turn later on in this story, as you likely observed in later chapters. :V

Chapter 2

Onward to Chapter 2, where a certain eccentric character is gonna be introduced based on the title!

Yup! This chapter actually cycled through a few titles already. At first it was just straight-up “Glorious Gold”, then “Treasure Hoarders” after I thought that “Glorious Gold” didn’t quite work when half the installment focused on Foongus. The final title I rolled since I felt it worked both as one of Cofagrigus’ catchphrases from the game, while also still applying to the wares that I had Foongus sling around in his portrayal in this story.

One nitpck I have is that a couple of sentences here and there, while not run-on, sometimes can get a bit loaded. For example:

[...]

A pause might be beneficial here to help separate the subjects while adding more venom to Tipper's already sardonic voice! "He also learned the times of day when Gurdurr was least like to be around. Made visits to the Juice Bar more tolerable, at least," sort of deal.

I went and put in a variation of this into the text. Hope it helped smooth things out a bit.

A more notable example:

This one sentence is trying to carry several ideas all at once: (1) that Cofagrigus built a shop in his visage, (2) that illiterate customers exist and the facade helps guide them, (3) that the counter was shaped after a stack of gold bars, and (4) that Tipper was judging the excessive appearance for its taste. Just replacing the "when" with a period the comma with a semicolon can help give a bit of breather between these subject!

I also went and did this. Thanks for the advice there.

"Public arguments and fights" being something that's ignored and tolerated is an interesting worldbuilding piece — showcasing not just that the town is a bit on the rougher side, but also that such fights aren't commonplace in more populated places even in a Pokémon setting!

This is also canonically mentioned in passing to be the case if you go around and talk to some of the villagers after entering Post Town for the first time after the cutscene with the dust-up between Ducklett and Roggenrola occurs. I figured that as a narrative set in the “before times”, that acknowledging some of those other fights occurring was called for. In this case, I rolled a twofer for foreshadowing a certain early-game storyline from Gates.

Tipper is a bit of a judgmental butt sometimes with his biting descriptions and lack of tact, but that laso makes him a compelling read! "wasting precious tme from his lunch break on a clod" and "'You'll need it'" really help sell his character.

Yeah, Tipper was more than a little salty that his dad drug him out to a podunk town and not to Noe Town. Sounds like it reflected decently well in those beginning chapters.

Foongus had me laughing though. It's a wonder how anyone in-universe was going to setup a DLC shop, but a cryptic, "My services are specifically for humans" and "a bunch of them have been popping up" is a great way of handling it — both showcasing the absurdity of it while also hinting at the horrors occurring with a certain in-game death cult.

I’ll admit that I was heavily influenced by @Venia Silente ’s depiction of the character for Foongus’ portrayal in the story. The Entercards bit was admittedly going a bit out on a limb, but I figured that it felt like a decent enough excuse to deal with the DLC content semi-organically since somebody had to bankroll Espeon and Umbreon’s research. As for why the DLC dungeons show up on the world map that I totally didn’t completely forget about, I’m just gonna go “something something, Foongus’ Entercards he sells only work when used in specific locations, something something”.

Ooh, a cabal of Keckleon markeeters with a under-whispers bazaar? Now that's interesting. Definitely curious to see if more of that comes up as ready along.

This is actually one of the DLC dungeons that was purchasable for Gates that was basically an excuse to be able to farm Flags and TMs/HMs for people who were willing to give Foongus their “magic numbers”. It unfortunately didn’t get a ton of worldbuilding much like Gates’ DLC in general, but I figured making it a trade secret source of goodies for the in-setting Kecleon shop cabal was as good a guess as any as to what it could be.

This chapter helped add a bit more definition to our main character, establish just how crazy the world around him is (which ironically only bolsters his flaws), and get some fun nods to the canon material. This has been a pretty enjoyable, lighthearted ride thus far!

Oh, don’t worry, in true Gates’ fashion, I’ll be slipping in some
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material before the story’s present run winds down. >:V

Chapter 3
Aha, we see some of Tipper's arrogance and impatience make themselves apparent right off the bat. In only a few days of routine, he's already started slipping up in both inventory and in front of customers, though one has to wonder what he expected otherwise — a steady stream of patrons all day?

Yeah, he should’ve been careful what he wished for there, as you’ll likely see in today’s update. :P

Quagsire has always been a fun enigma in GTI, and seeing Tipper's reaction to him as an honorary 'Sheriff' was fun. I particularly enjoy just how observant Quagsire is despite all appearances. He gives some genuinely good advice about making companions in a new town, and him triyng to make the rough Post Town just a bit kinder one gesture at a time is such a lovely way to get into the themes of GTI itself. I adore his characterization here.

I mean, it helps that in both GtI and in his Super cameo, Quagsire does go on quite a bit about ‘punishing evildoers’. I figured that the take of him being in the business of bounty hunting once upon a time was a good enough explanation for that, and he does effectively act as the Sheriff of Post Town from what we see of how he deals with Scraggy.

A short but sweet deconstruction of Tipper's attitude while also alluding to the greater hieghts Quagsire once achieved. I had only planned to read to chapter 3, but honestly, this convinced me to want to continue into Chapter 4 right away!

Which is just as well since Chapters 3 and 4 once upon a time were actually one continuous chapter, but I thought that it was getting a bit long relative to the storywide average of about 2k words an update and noticed that dividing things at the midpoint actually made for two complete-feeling chapters on their own.

Chapter 4
If there's one thing I always appreciate in stories, it's when a scenario presents itself to a main character with multiple paths, and they end up on the one that they struggle with the most. Starting off his road to building rapport with Cofagrigus due to the others being busy is a great demonstration of that.

Well, that and a huge part of this story was just showing the process of Tipper starting to grow into his surroundings. It would be a bit hard to manage that convincingly without him mending bridges with Cofagrigus at some point.

Cofagrigus, rightfully, treats Tipper with irritation due to their bad first impression. Always nice when those smaller consequences are acknowledged in stories.

Tipper: “He could’ve just not recognized me from earlier, but noooooo...” >_>;

GTI casually having legendaries walk around like normal civilians always did raise an eyebrow, so Tipper simply not knowing who Victini even was is a fair enough explanation. V-Wheeeeeel!

Yeah, this bit was based off of how in the cutscene when Victini comes around with the V-Wheel for the first time in Paradise, that there’s a throwaway line that implies that it’s not the first time he brought it through the area. Paradise obviously didn’t exist back then, so I just ran with the logical conclusion given the Traveling Sales-Mon spot in town. ^^;

Oh, a newcomer! Seems like Roggerola and Steven Stone would get along quite well!

Hilariously enough, this is actually what he canonically sells in-game before the game starts rotating Traveling Sales-Mons in Post Town. Sadly, as far as I know, you can’t actually buy anything from him.

Loving the nods to Rescue Team's own odd locations, and interesting that the Decrepit Lab in particular is not known to be specifically built by humans, just possibly non-Pokémon. There's an interesting lorebit nestled in that I can't tell if it's refering to a human era, or a Pokémon golden age long past. Intriguing...!

Yeah, I left this one up to reader interpretation. I mean, Decrepit Lab in particular sure looks anthropogenic and suspiciously well-preserved, but I suppose that I have the luxury of not needing to give a firm explanation for why on earth that is until I write something that deals with it a bit more frontally.

What a nice little chapter to end on; Tipper's heart is opening up a bit!

Overall, these chapters are short, but to the point, with low stakes and nice slice of life interactions that seem to have a lot more deeper lore beneath the surface even outside of the GTI nods. Lovely stuff!

Yeah, you definitely picked one of the better spots to leave off on in this story before its presently scheduled ending note. Though thanks for taking on our review exchange, and I’m glad to hear that you had fun with the story so far. ^^

@StolenMadWolf
Howdy! As part of our review exchange, I'm going ahead to review Just West as planned. I did go a bit further than planned and ended up reading all five current chapters, so I'll do the review for all five here in my standard fashion.

Yeah, you honestly surprised me a bit with how above and beyond you went with reviewing this story. ^^;

So, let's get the concept out of the way first. I'll freely raise my hand and admit that I'm not very familar with Gates to Infinity, however, I do know enough of the setting to know about the locations in the setting in question. And I'm going to be honest, I find the idea of following not only the prospective of a Kecelon, but actually one of the shop keepers, to be a damn original idea for PMD materials. In a sea of fics that involves protagonist being your typical humans or heroes (and odd villains), having a story focusing on a shopkeeper interacting with other locals is extremely refreshing for me.

I mean, it’s probably not as original as prior to the Union Writing Prompt since there were like three other stories submitted to it that also followed a Kecleon shopkeep perspective, but glad to hear that you found the premise to be a fun change of pace.

And the execution of that actually works pretty well too. You would think that a story following things in this manner would become boring pretty quickly, but I actually found it quite nice to read. Having pretty short chapters here also helps out, allowing you to easily digest the chapters without issue at all. Whilst not a huge amount actually happens in these chapters, that is nullified by the short length, the fact that it's early on in this story and the unique approach, all of which does wonders to make up for it.

When in doubt, get in some humor at the expense of your viewpoint character. It’s a pretty handy formula for keeping these things entertaining. :V

Though glad to hear that you’ve been enjoying the format thus far. It’s honestly pretty hard for me to write short and concise installments sometimes, so this series was a fun experiment in trying to be a bit more consistent about doing short and sweet little snapshots into a character’s life.

This brings me round towards the characters, and so far, it's been pretty good. Tipper doesn't have a huge amount of development yet beyond being abrasive and not wanting to be in Post Town, but it does allow him to interact with the more colourful cast of characters present in the town in an amusing way. Of course, it's early days yet, but it's still interesting to see.

I mean, at least he’s started opening up to his fellow shopkeeps? It’s a start on his part, right? ^^;

Though yeah, keep an eye out on where he winds up by the end of this thing, since even if it’s a gradual process, he is intended to strike a noticeably different mood by the time this story leaves off than when he first came.

Worldbuilding is pretty much on the lightside, however, it is early days, so there is room for that to be built up.

I mean, part of that is that I can also cheat and lean on the official depiction for my readers. I did attempt to jam in some details particular to my take on Canonworld here and there, though.

I'll keep the actual technical details brief, as I didn't notice anything structurally wrong with the writing at all. It was written well without any real issues present, and I didn't need to double take on anything, so that was great to see.

Overall, I kinda like this. It's not my typical reading material, but it was still very refreshing to do so, namely because it's not a common concept seen in PMD to focus on a character like this. Having short chapters too adds to this vibe of being almost like a Soap. I have a slight expectation that this is gonna change and send Tipper... well... tipping into trouble, but otherwise, I almost kinda want it to stick like that. Of course, that's before the inevitable arrival of our incoming human... if they show up, of course lol. Either way, I enjoyed this read, keep going with it, because I think there is something potentially really great and fresh with this.

Sounds like you had a good time with things. Thanks again for taking on this review exchange, and I’ll be looking forward to whenever you come back for the rest of this story. ^^

Alright, and with that, it’s about time we got into today’s update. In which Tipper is forced to do a bit of last-minute shopping much to the amusement of everyone but him:
 
Gift Shop

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Gift Shop



Tipper shuffled up the stairs of the Swanna House and pushed the door open to his and his father’s room. It was a simple place, with rough-hewn wooden beds and straw heaped up on them in place of mattresses, with the window overlooking the wooden walkway outside. After what had been a few weeks in Post Town, Tipper supposed they probably should’ve picked up more permanent bedding, but with only an hour to work with for his evening break, he didn’t want to worry about that right now.

He flopped down on his bed and let his eyes drift off towards the ceiling with a low sigh. The day had been unusually busy with travelers for some reason. Was it some sort of holiday in Mist or something? Back home, he knew there would sometimes be summer festivals in towns, but he hadn’t heard anyone mention there being things like that here. He probably should’ve already gone to get dinner from the Juice Bar, but Tipper frankly needed this moment to lie down for a bit.

“You’re certainly back early. Are you not feeling well, Tipper?”

Tipper craned his head up after hearing a thump against the ground and turned to see a bag lying next to the doorpost, along with his father walking in with a skeptical frown. Tipper pinched his brow and sighed. He knew that his father always was quick to point out when he thought his motivation or work ethic was lacking, but it wasn’t impossible to get worn out even without constantly going into Mystery Dungeons.

“Dad, it’s Kecleon Market policy that meal breaks last for an hour,” he grumbled. “If they didn’t expect the shop to be closed during it, they’d have assigned me a partner until Mom was able to come over.”

The elder Kecleon stared at him with a disapproving frown, before heading off deeper into the room for a chest wedged in the corner. He opened the lid to fetch a few odds and ends, before glancing from the corner of his eye.

“I suppose that I can fill in for you while you take your break,” Torneko sighed. “Though do make a point of being more energetic than this for the morning inspection tomorrow.”

Tipper sat up after his father’s reply, and noticed the scales on his arms had turned visibly pale.

“The what now?”

“The morning inspection?” Torneko said, raising a brow. “The one by our Regional Manager that I told you about before I went on my latest excursion?”

Ack! That was tomorrow?!

Yes, that was definitely a reason for Tipper to get as much rest as he could, since he couldn’t imagine showing up before a Regional Manager of all Pokémon in a shambolic state would be good for his standing in Kecleon Market’s ranks.

“You did remember to get him a gift for his visit, yes?” Torneko pressed.

Tipper felt his heart skip a beat and his mouth hung open. He noticed that his scales had turned white as a sheet, much as if he were personally staring down that meteor which almost hit Air a few years ago.

The younger Kecleon hurriedly got onto his feet and backpedaled for the door, letting out a nervous titter.

“Oh, the inspection!” he said. “Uh… of course I remembered! I was just headed down to Swanna’s to pick it up my gift from the inn’s mail!”

Tipper could see his father’s face grow longer by the word, and he was all too thankful once he made it into the hall outside. He closed the door, and took off running for the stairs.



Tipper all but flew down the stairs to the Swanna House’s Juice Bar as one thought kept playing over and over in his head:

Stars, I am so dead.

Tipper had completely forgotten the shop’s first inspection was this week. Worse still, every time one met a new Regional Manager for the first time, it was an unspoken tradition in Kecleon Market’s ranks to present said Regional Manager with a gift of appreciation to make a good first impression and kick off a professional relationship.

He’d hoped to put in an order through a mail catalog for some sort of nicer accessory sourced from Noe Town or the like, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen in a night. Even if Post Town actually had a proper Post Office in it, it’d take the better part of a day for the Pelipper or whatever mailmon handled mail from here just to drop it off!

He turned at the end of the stairs and bolted over to Swanna’s corner, hurriedly hailing the Flying-type from behind the counter.

Signora! Are there any listings on the board for things for sale here in Post Town?”

Swanna cocked a brow and shuffled her wings with a skeptical frown.

“Don’t you and your father run a General Store, Kecleon-?”

“Look, I need something that didn’t obviously come from the shop’s backroom!” Tipper sputtered. “Please, I’m desperate here!”

Swanna tilted her head briefly, before something caught her eye from further within the Juice Bar. She raised a wing and pointed off at a table towards the front.

“I doubt you’d be able to close any deals on such short notice, but you just might be in luck,” she said. “It looks like a few of the local shopkeepers are here right now.”

Tipper turned and followed Swanna’s wingtip deeper into the Juice Bar when he saw them: Rampardos from across the lane from him and Cinccino from the opposite side of his own shop. The two were sharing berry juice and talking with each other with the Rock-type looking strangely bashful for some reason.

It occurred to him that in spite of spending a bit more time with Rampardos lately, he hadn’t really talked with Cincinno even when she was right across the lane from the Box Buster. But now wasn’t a good time to worry about that. Tipper… wasn’t convinced that anything would come of asking Rampardos for a lead, but what did he have to lose? He darted over, coming up to Rampardos and Cinccino’s table huffing and puffing for air.

“Oh thank goodness,” he muttered. “Rampardos, I know that this is really short notice, but are there any places that sell souvenirs here?”

There was a moment of blinking silence, before the Box Buster put a finger to his mouth with a puzzled glance upwards.

“I mean… there’s Roggenrola’s rock stand?” Rampardos mused. “He is a Traveling Sales-Mon who’s only going to be here temporarily, an-”

“Something other than rocks, please!” Tipper insisted. “Look, if you found anything interesting from Box Busting lately, I’ll buy it off of you! I just need a gift for a superior before tomorrow morning!”

Ahem.

Tipper turned his head over to Cinccino’s end of the table, where the Normal-type pushed away her cup of berry juice and gave a satisfied paw at her shoulder.

“If I may, but I do run the Gift Shop here in Post Town, Kecleon,” she reminded. “I’m currently running a bit low on wrapping paper, but I should still have enough to put a few more orders together in the coming morning.”

Tipper paused. Yes, he supposed that Cinccino did run a ‘Gift Shop’, but he wasn’t convinced that those sorts of gifts would exactly impress a Regional Manager.

“Wait, but I thought your gifts were meant for Explorers who were trying to befriend wild Pokémon.”

“No, no, they work great on Pokémon in general,” Rampardos insisted. “Cinccino here was a real lifesaver and helped get me a present for my son’s hatch day one year after I accidentally busted the gift I’d meant to give him. Why, from the way he reacted to it, he probably liked it more than what I originally was planning on giving him!”

Tipper shot an askew glance at Rampardos as he chortled to himself and gave a disbelieving blink. He sure hoped that Rampardos didn’t tell his son the full story behind that gift, but it sounded like things worked out for him well enough.

And Tipper was short on options right now, so as much as he couldn’t believe he was doing this…

“I don’t suppose that you have anything meant for Kecleon, do you, Cinccino?” he asked.

“Nothing specifically for Kecleon, no,” she replied.

Tipper felt the color drain from his face and started to feel a bit lightheaded. Of course Cinccino wouldn’t have anything. Why on earth had he ever bothered getting his hopes up-?

Though I suppose I do have some gifts that are pretty reliable at impressing Pokémon that are like them,” she said. “I can’t promise that they’d win over a Kecleon as well, but you could do worse, at least.”

Tipper sighed out of relief as he started to feel the color return to his scales. “Doing worse” would have to do. Especially when the best alternative was giving the Regional Manager the paperweight he’d bought from Roggenrola.

“Great, I’ll take it,” he said. “How much will it be?”

“300 Poké and a pair of Violent Seeds,” Cinccino replied. “Just bring it by my shop sometime before closing and I’ll have it ready for you to pick up first thing in the morning.”

Tipper blinked as Cinccino took her berry juice and brought it back towards her mouth. He understood the Poké, but…

“Wait, Violent Seeds?” he asked. “Why on earth do you need those?

“My suppliers give me the materials I need for my gifts in return for traded materials,” she replied, giving a small chuckle back. “The supplier I use for the gift I had in mind asks for Violent Seeds as part of that trade.”

Just what on earth was in that gift Cinccino was making? No, it was better off not to know. Tipper noticed Rampardos shooting an askew glance from his end of the table with his mouth hanging open, before he spoke up with a wary frown.

“Kecleon, if you’re not sure about this, maybe you should stick with Roggenrola’s-”

“I’ll go and check the shop’s stock,” Tipper said. “I’m pretty sure that Dad brought in some Violent Seeds today.”

He just hoped that this would work.



The next morning, Tipper was in a state of disbelief. Much as Cinccino had promised, right as she opened her shop for the day, there was a large parcel wrapped in bright red-and-blue paper waiting for him on the counter. Picking it up went well enough, except there was a strange clattering noise inside every time he shifted it, including when he set it on the counter in front of his father.

The elder Kecleon raised a brow and prodded at the parcel warily, before shooting a dubious frown back at him.

“Tipper, what on earth did you buy?” Torneko asked.

“... A local specialty?” Tipper replied, sheepishly pawing at the back of his head.

His father didn’t seem particularly impressed with that answer and folded his arms. Stars, this was a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go back to his room and get that paperweight he’d bought from Roggenrola to-

“Oh, you must be the Shopkeeper!”

So much for that idea. Tipper looked down the lane, where there, making his way past the Deposit Box, was a Kecleon with purple scales and green fringes holding a small slate. Tipper blinked as the stranger approached, when the purple Kecleon all but grabbed one of his claws for a vigorous shake.

“I’m the Regional Manager,” the purple Kecleon said. “You’re certainly a bit younger than I expected, though it’s always nice to see employees entering the ranks of Kecleon Market nice and early in life.”

There was a moment of puzzled silence as Tipper stared at the purple Kecleon, who looked weirdly familiar to him. The Regional Manager cocked a brow and gave his head a wary tilt.

“Is something the matter?” the purple Kecleon asked.

“It’s nothing,” Tipper replied. “It’s just that I swear that I have an older cousin who looks just like…”

Tipper trailed off after noticing the piercing scowl his father was giving him from the corner of his vision. Right, first impressions. Probably as good a sign as any that he should drop the present conversation.

“Nevermind, I’m getting a bit off-topic,” he said. “Anyhow, I suppose you wanted to get straight into that inspection?”

“Quite,” the purple Kecleon replied. “I’m actually running a bit late for a personal appointment, so it’d be in everyone’s interest to move this along.”

Tipper set the wrapped parcel aside on the counter before taking the Regional Manager around the shop under his father’s watchful gaze. Around the perimeter, to the Deposit Box, behind the counter, into the stockroom… every little nook and cranny of the General Store quickly went by until eventually they were all back in front of the counter, with the purple Kecleon writing a few final runes on his slate before looking back up at the Kecleon-headed shop.

“Well, it certainly looks like your store is doing well enough,” the Regional Manager said. “Do pay a bit more attention to how organized you keep your stockroom in the future, but otherwise, it’s a respectable result for your first inspection.”

Tipper quietly breathed out a sigh of relief. With how much of a whirlwind just getting the General Store back into a presentable state had been, he was worried that the Regional Manager would have more to complain about than just the store’s stockroom being a bit of a mess.

He felt a soft prod at his side and saw his father elbowing him, before raising his voice to his superior.

“Ahem. I realize that you’re running a bit short on time, Regional Manager, but my son wanted to pass on a token of our appreciation,” Torneko insisted.

Right. The gift. Tipper turned back for the counter where the parcel in its red-and-blue wrapping was still there waiting for them and passed it over. It made a clattering noise as the Regional Manager took it, which prompted him to stop and shake the box before giving a puzzled frown.

“Oh? What’s this?”

The purple Kecleon grabbed one end of the ribbon on top and pulled as it came undone and the lid came off. Tipper saw his father’s eyes widen in shock and his scales lose their color, and when he looked at it, he did much the same.

Inside, there was some scale polish, some Yache Berries, and…

“... Glass beads?” the Regional Manager asked.

Along with a bunch of fake gems and polished metal baubles. Why, this didn’t look like a gift meant for a Kecleon at all! It looked like it’d been plucked straight from the nest of some wild Druddigon! Tipper cringed as his scales turned a deep, embarrassed red as a part of him wished there was a hole for him to just crawl into and die in. He noticed his father’s scales had flushed red as well, if a fierier shade that was a clear sign that he wasn’t the least bit happy at the moment. Tipper quietly gulped as his father leaned in and raised his voice in a hissing whisper.

“Tipper, we’re going to need to have a talk about this afterwards.”

Torneko hastily dispelled the red from his scales and gave an apologetic bow, all but throwing his claws out to snatch the Druddigon Gift away.

“My deepest apologies, Regional Manager,” the older Kecleon said. “I think that there must have been some sort of-”

“No, no! This is perfect!” the Regional Manager insisted. “Your son actually saved my scales here!”

The purple Kecleon trailed off a bit, before an embarrassed smile came over his face and he pawed at the back of his head.

“I actually have to make it to the hatch day for the child of a family friend who works in banking,” he explained. “I don’t know what I’ll do with the rest of your son’s present, but the child’s a Meowth, so I’m sure she’ll be over the moon to get these beads and baubles.”

Torneko let his mouth hang open and his brow furrowed in disbelief. Tipper could hardly believe everything was really happening himself, but before he knew it, the Regional Manager was grasping his claws and giving them a vigorous shake.

“Thank you so much for the gift! You’re a lifesaver!” the Regional Manager chuckled. “I’ll be sure to remember this when it comes time to write annual evaluations!”

Tipper just stared for a moment, but opted not to question things. Somehow, in spite of everything being a blundering mess, he’d managed to make it through his first inspection and even made a good first impression on the Regional Manager.

Sure, it was almost entirely due to dumb luck, he could live with dumb luck for today.

“H-Heh, don’t mention it.”

He supposed that he owed Cinccino a word of thanks for the gift… and maybe a round of drinks at the Swanna House sometime after his dad finished chewing him out.
 
Strange Company

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Strange Company



Tipper wasn’t remotely ready for work today. There had been some sort of party last night in the Swanna House’s Juice Bar that had gone on until the wee hours of the morning, which meant that by the time the sun started peeking over the horizon, he was shambling down the steps half-asleep. He made his way through the Juice Bar and over to the counter where Swanna was already up and tending to some bookkeeping.

The Kecleon lurched over to the counter and all but slumped against it as he neared. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Swanna tilting her head and staring down at him.

“I take it that you’ll be ordering a Chesto Tea this morning, Kecleon?” she asked.

“Yes please,” Tipper groaned. “If you do to-go orders, I’ll also take a couple for later today while I’m on the job.”

There was a lingering silence, before Swanna sighed and gave a tired shake of her head.

“I should have a flask to keep them warm which you can borrow for the day,” she said. “Just be sure to bring it back with you tonight after work.”

Tipper stumbled over to a table by the wall past a magenta planter and flopped onto the stump seat in front of it. He pawed at his eyes and sighed, fighting to stay awake as the sound of footsteps approached followed by the clatter of ceramics and the tink of metal in front of him. He cracked his eyes open, where sure enough, there was a steaming cup of cream-colored liquid in a porcelain cup, along with a metal flask with a cloth sleeve around its middle.

Tipper raised the cup to his mouth and sipped at it. Small ones at first, then larger and larger ones as the tea cooled down. All the while, he could feel his tiredness start to ebb away as the surroundings of the Juice Bar became less of a blur. There were the other tables, the rugs on the floor, the decorative plants, and the notices on the wall that were pinned starting just past his table.

He turned his head up and noticed one of them had the portrait of a Salamence’s head on it, along with neatly-printed Footprint Runes underneath. He read along and caught himself when the subject line crossed his eye.

It was a wanted poster for an Outlaw that apparently had a habit of thrashing around, except the listing had been made a full year ago. He turned his attention back to Swanna’s counter as the Flying-type was settling in behind it, before cocking a brow at her.

“Hey, Signora, does anyone actually bother to update these listings?” he asked. “Since I can’t say I’ve seen too many places before that kept ones this old up.”

“It’s admittedly a bit of a slow pace since they get taken by customers when there’s business, and… well, you’ve seen how the regulars around town can be sometimes,” Swanna explained. “Quagsire’s talked about setting up a proper bulletin board, but all of the locations around town that he’s tried to set one up at have wound up going similarly neglected.”

Tipper looked up at the listings and noticed that mixed in with the classifieds and advertisements, there were other mission requests lying about. Ones for missing treasures, ones for requests to be escorted through Mystery Dungeons… most of which looked like they’d been up for a while.

Tipper couldn’t help but feel a bit bad looking at some of them. Had any of their posters actually gotten their requests fulfilled? He knew that there were a lot of transients in Post Town, but he didn’t think that the locals would be this slow to help each other.

Though he supposed there wasn’t much he himself could do about it. He had a shop to tend to, and Dad was a merchant, not a Rescuer or an Explorer. He finished the last of his tea and got up, taking his flask off the table.

“Right, I suppose we all have our own problems to worry about,” he sighed. “Though I’ll see you again around lunch, Swanna. Hopefully I won’t need to put in another order of tea like this.”

He got up, and shuffled off for the door. He hoped that those listings weren’t going to be an omen for what the day was going to be like.



Fortunately for Tipper, the morning shift wasn’t full of inhospitable customers… or customers of any sort for that matter. It was one of those slow days that petered out after the morning rush, which left him with little more to do than to tend to the shop or idly gawk at his surroundings. Even if he was starting to feel drowsy again, he’d barely bothered touching the Chesto Tea in his flask. He simply hadn’t needed it.

“Oh! There! There! It’s a Kecleon Shop!”

Tipper cracked his eyes open as he saw an Eevee and Riolu off in the square, with the Normal-type of the pair pointing off at his shop. He hastily reached for his flask and sucked down a few gulps of Chesto Tea before stashing it under the counter. Not a moment too soon, either, as the Riolu and Eevee sidled up and reared up to peer over the counter.

“Welcome to the Kecleon Shop!” Tipper greeted. “How can I help you?”

“We’re looking for equipment to help out on a journey!” the Riolu replied.

“Yeah! Lou and I are on a quest to save the world!”

Tipper blinked and stared at the two for a long moment. Stars, they were those sort of customers. It’d become a trend among younger and more impressionable types to take after Rescuers and Explorers who had a human on the team after that whole business around Pokémon Square on Air. And then the trend went and got another shot of popularity after a human apparently turned up around some podunk town on Grass and built up local notoriety over some mission in the Sea of Wonders.

And every time, those sorts of kids would be a headache to deal with. They’d come in with stars in their eyes, thinking they were destined for greatness without the faintest clue of how to get it…

along with the most aggravating insistence that they deserved a discount to help them along their way.

“Uh… huh,” the Kecleon said. “Well, if you have money with you, I can sell you a few things that might help. Though you should probably be focusing on making it through Ragged Mountain reliably before you worry about saving the world anytime soon.”

“Shouldn’t you be cutting us a break at all?” the Eevee asked. “After all, Lou had to have been brought here for a reason, and a couple of items could make all the difference for us.”

Aaaaaand there it was. Tipper felt his face sag as he could already feel these two wearing him down by the moment in spite of the Chesto Tea. He put an arm on the counter and leaned against it, narrowing his eyes down at the pair.

“Look kids, the planet could be about to crash into the sun, and I wouldn’t be able to cut you a discount. It’s Kecleon Market policy,” he explained. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“But Lou really is a human!” the Eevee insisted. “Can’t you at least sell us stuff on credit?”

Tipper was starting to wish that he’d ordered spirits instead of tea from the Swanna House before leaving. Maybe that some of that ‘Baccacello’ he’d seen before on the happy hour menu, heavens knew that it’d make dealing with these two a lot easier.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure that he is,” Tipper scoffed. “Ever since that human turned up on Air and that whole meteor incident happened, everyone and their mother who’s looking for a discount conveniently comes to me with a secret human friend. So I can’t exactly give you special treatment.”

He trailed off after he noticed the pair were pinning their ears back and looking away, visibly downcast. Tipper chewed the inside of his cheek and grimaced quietly. Gah, he really needed to learn how to watch his tongue on the job. Kecleon Market’s specialty as an institution was its customer service!

… Well, that and its second-to-none theft recovery, but either way, it wouldn’t do any good to just let the two leave his shop in a mood like this.

He forced a smile on his face, and gave a reassuring wave across the counter.

“Hey, don’t take it too hard. You don’t need to have a human teammate to impress others. Just work hard and the rest will follow naturally,” he said.

That got their attention. Tipper weighed his words carefully. It didn’t make sense to keep these two loitering around the shop if they couldn’t buy anything, but maybe there was a way to let them off gently without leaving a bad taste in their mouth.

“You two are an Exploration Team together, right?” he asked. “There’s some requests posted inside the Swanna House at the moment. Why don’t you take one or two of the simpler ones and earn some money, and then I’ll sell you a few things for that journey of yours, huh?”

The pair perked up and traded beaming grins with each other, as the Eevee wagged her tail back and forth happily.

“Come on, Lou! That could be just the break we needed!” the Eevee yipped. “There’s probably a couple that we can do on the way to meeting Munna from your dreams!”

‘Munna from your dreams’?

Tipper wasn’t sure what to make of that comment or why Riolu would be dreaming of a Munna. He snapped to attention after hearing pattering footsteps running away, and saw the pair already halfway across the square.

Tipper flinched, as he realized he’d let the two go without getting in an important part of every customer’s experience at Kecleon Market:

“Wait! Thanks for your business! Come back anytime!”

Tipper pinched his brow and let out a low sigh. Gah, messing up the customary Kecleon Market farewell again, he could already tell that was going to be a problem if business picked up later in the day.

He shook his head and reached for his flask of Chesto Tea. Clearly he wasn’t as awake as he needed to be.



The rest of the day went by in a forgettable blur for Tipper, that or he was too tired to really pay attention to what was going on. He wound up needing to get a refill for his flask from Swanna after all… twice. When it finally came time to close the shop up for the night, he was struggling to stay on his feet.

Tipper heard the clunk of the lock to the side door set into place as he shuffled around the counter and out in front of the shop. He abruptly stopped after realizing that his bag felt a little lighter than expected. The Kecleon slipped it off his shoulder and opened its mouth, when he saw that everything was there… except for the metal flask he’d borrowed in the morning.

“Right, the flask,” he muttered. “I was supposed to bring that back to Swanna.”

Tipper looked back at the shop. He really didn’t want to have to unlock the shop’s door and lock it again. He looked at the counter, and set his bag aside before vaulting over it. He came to a stop behind the counter, before rooting under it when he felt his claws brush up against something hard and cold.

Thank the stars, it was the flask. He sighed and hopped back over the counter, only for his feet to drag on the edge and him to pitch forward with a yelp. Tipper laid on the ground for a moment, getting up and dusting himself off, when he noticed that the square was strangely bright that night.

“What the-?”

He looked up, where there in the sky, was a golden orb slowly floating upwards from somewhere in the distance. He blinked and rubbed his eyes as the strange light just lingered and ascended for a moment, before it slipped past darkened clouds and vanished from view.

The Kecleon looked up, unsure what to make of the sight when he realized his eyes were bleary and struggling to stay open.

“I must be seeing things,” he muttered. “Guess that’s a sign to go straight to bed tonight after squaring things away with Swanna.”

He picked the flask and his bag off the ground and trudged off for the Swanna House with a tired sigh. After a day like today, he couldn’t get back to his room soon enough.



Tipper all but collapsed into bed the moment he made it back to his room at the Swanna House and dreamed of home under the shadow of Baram’s windmills. Before he knew it, the morning rays were peeking through the window, and for once, he was earlier to rise than Torneko, who was still slumped over in his own bed from a long day out in the field.

Tipper decided to let his father rest and made his way down to the Juice Bar, stretching his limbs as made his way down the steps and into the Juice Bar on the ground floor.

“What on earth is this still doing up?”

Tipper blinked after hearing a voice coming from the direction of the side of the room where all the listings were pinned, and watched as a Munna floated a paper shrouded in a bluish aura off the wall and in front of her face. Tipper made his way over and glanced at the Psychic-type as he passed, when he noticed that the listing was the bounty for the Salamence Outlaw he’d seen the day before.

… She wasn’t seriously planning on taking that mission, was she?

“That looks like a pretty dangerous mission there, Munna,” Tipper said. “Are you sure you’ll be able to handle it?”

The Psychic-type abruptly whirled around and had a flash of surprise cross her pink eyes. It faded almost as quickly as it came, as the bluish aura shifted and she folded up the paper in midair with an unseen force. She turned aside, and closed her eyes with a quiet harrumph.

“I think I’ll manage. I have teammates and we’re more than capable of handling a fight on our own,” the Psychic-type said. “Though I appreciate the concern. With the way that Pokémon can be to each other these days, you can never be too careful.”

The Munna brought the wadded-up poster to her forearms and pinned it against her body, before starting to float for the door. Was she really strong enough to be able to handle fighting a Salamence of all Pokémon? And why on earth did she seem vaguely familiar…?

Wait a minute!

Tipper’s mind briefly turned to the Riolu and Eevee who came by his shop the day before. He distinctly remembered that the two said something about Riolu having seen a Munna in his dreams. Maybe it was nothing, but before he knew it, Tipper found himself hurrying off after the Psychic-type and waved his claws after her with a sharp call.

“Actually, wait! I just remembered something, Munna,” the Kecleon said. “There was a Riolu and Eevee who came by my shop and said that they were looking around for a Munna. Were you expecting them at all?”

She didn’t say anything back in reply and as Tipper waited for a response, he got the distinct feeling that Munna was studying him somehow. Eventually, she shook her head, before turning for the door.

“Sorry, I can’t say that either of those two really ring a bell,” she said. “Though I suppose that a lot of faces have been blurring together for me lately.”

Tipper stared after her after she floated along and out of the Swanna House’s entrance. He couldn’t place his claw on it, but something about the exchange felt… wrong. Like there was something that Munna had kept hidden from him.

He looked at the entrance's doorway before hearing shuffling towards the counter. It was Swanna coming in from tending to the Juice Bar’s backroom.

Tipper shook his head and made his way back for the inn’s keeper. He had a shop to open up for the day, and getting in an order of morning tea would help him get to it all the faster.

Besides, it was rude to pry into other Pokémon’s matters. If that really was the Munna that Riolu and Eevee had been looking for, he was sure they’d find each other soon enough.
 
Young Entrepreneurs

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Young Entrepreneurs



“Thanks for your business. Come back anytime!”

Tipper waved to a departing Mienfoo as she drifted off into the square and bobbed his head behind the counter. Today was one of the better days on the job: not too busy to be overwhelming, not too slow to be boring, and no fights or arguments in the square in front of the shop to scare off customers.

At the same time, he wasn’t really sure why he was in such a good mood since nothing about the day felt all that spectacular. Perhaps it was his surroundings. Sure, it wasn’t Noe Town, but there had been a bit more to do in Post Town than he’d realized. The earthen top of the hill that the Swanna House was built into turned out to be a great place to watch the clouds or stargaze during breaks, and the pool next to the shop helped keep the temperature cool during hotter days. The whirring of the windmills, while smaller, kept Post Town feeling a bit like home and letters from Mom had recently been coming in. The other shopkeepers also proved to be a bit more pleasant to talk to than he expected, even Cofagrigus.

He never would’ve imagined he’d be saying this back on the day when he first arrived in Post Town, but Tipper thought he was starting to like this place.

“Ampharos! The exit for the highway’s off to your left!”

Tipper blinked to attention after hearing Quagsire’s voice call out through the square and turned to see the Water-type at the mouth of the Swanna House. Tipper turned along the length of the stream, where there, on the bridge was an Ampharos poking his head up and looking around before giving a flustered paw at the back of his head.

“Ah right! Silly me! I’ll just be off… that way,” the Ampharos said. “Though do consider my offer, Quagsire! I, Ampharos, the Dashing Wanderer, eagerly await your response!”

The Electric-type drifted off through the square and straight for the counter of Tipper’s shop…

Thump!

“Whoops, sorry!”

A bit too literally for the counter of his shop. Tipper stumbled back as the Electric-type careened into it, before the Electric-type turned and carried off as if nothing had happened, seemingly blissfully unaware of all sense of direction. Tipper blinked and stared after the ‘Dashing Wanderer’ as he bumped his way along past the gate to Post Town.

The Kecleon turned back towards his display, where much to his annoyance, he saw that the Ampharos’ collision had knocked a few odds and ends down.

“Ugh, seriously?”

He stooped down and began to put the fallen wares back on their shelves, only for his ears to prick as footsteps came to the front of the shop.

It was Quagsire, staring after the stranger with a hand at his mouth. Tipper cocked his brow and traded glances between the Water-type and the gate of the town. He knew that Quagsire was… eccentric to say the least, but something about the Ampharos’ words stood out to him.

“Quagsire, what was that all about?” Tipper asked. “What was that ‘offer’ that Ampharos gave you?”

“Oh, Ampharos there offered to buy my plot of land just east of town,” Quagsire explained. “He said he was, hmm, looking for a place to set up an Expedition something-or-other.”

Tipper briefly paused and cocked his head back at the Water-type.

“I didn’t know that you owned land, Quagsire.”

“Hmm, well, I suppose I don’t really come off as the landowner type. But I do, yes,” the Water-type replied. “It’s just east of town, with a bit of space waiting for someone to build on it. He offered me 100,000 Poké for it.”

Wait a minute… 100,000 Poké? Tipper didn’t know anything about what real estate was like out here on the Mist Continent, but he was pretty sure that even in Air’s hinterlands, it was hard to get plots of land anywhere close to a town for that sort of money.

… Unless it was a plot off in the middle of nowhere like those ones that he heard being hawked as ‘Friend Areas’ back home. In which case, even if land prices had ticked up a bit in recent years, 100,000 Poké was surely highway robbery.

The Kecleon hesitated briefly, before curiosity got the better of him.

“Say… is that plot close to here, Quagsire?

“Mm-hmm, it’s just across the highway from the entrance into town.”

Tipper didn’t remember seeing anything special on the other side of the road while coming into town, but he supposed the location was right for a plot with an asking price like that. Why, he and his father could probably build a cottage for when Mom came over and turn around and flip it for a profit whenever it came time to move on.

Hmm…I wonder if maybe… He turned his gaze back to Quagsire, and cleared his throat.

“Actually… my dad and I might be looking for land ourselves, and it’s about time for my midday break,” he said. “Do you have some time to show it to me?”



Tipper’s jaw dropped as he looked around at the sprawl of sandstone rises and arid earth. Sure it was a bit empty, but the plot just kept going on and on in every direction he looked. He thought that Quagsire was going to let go of some little field big enough to grow a few berry bushes, not a space like this.

“Quagsire, you said this place had a bit of space!” the Kecleon exclaimed. “This place is bigger than Post Town’s main square!”

Quagsire tilted his head and brought a hand to his chin with a quiet hem and haw to himself.

“Yes, well, I suppose I always have been one to understate things,” Quagsire said. “Though as you can see, there’s quite a bit of need for, hmm… development to add some more creature comforts.”

Tipper didn’t see how that would be hard. Why, there was a stream running straight through the plot! There was plenty of room for building a family cottage. He and his parents could even move the store here and build a bigger location if Kecleon Market signed off on it, with plenty of space to spare for subletting or renting to others!

He turned to Quagsire and cocked a brow in disbelief. Quagsire was really going to let this all go for 100,000 Poké? Was there something he was hiding about it?

“Okay, what’s the catch with this place?” he asked. “Is the soil bad or something?”

“Well, it’s a bit arid and annoyingly—er… refreshingly empty, but no catches otherwise,” Quagsire replied. “I’d actually been considering a few offers I received and was hoping to make a decision in the next day or two.”

Tipper blinked in reply and looked around. Sure, 100,000 Poké wasn’t trivial, but if he and his father could get in word to the Regional Manager or to someone up the chain, it wouldn’t be hard at all to convince Kecleon Market to invest in the property. It could be the break of his career!

“I mean, you can do better than 100,000 Poké, Quagsire,” Tipper insisted. “I mean, that’s not a trivial sum of money, but if my dad knew about this, I’m sure he’d give a better offer through Kecleon Market-”

Quagsire’s mouth briefly curled down, before he cut in with a stern tinge to his voice.

“They’re welcome to make an offer, but I probably wouldn’t accept it,” he replied. “Money isn’t the primary consideration for me deciding which offer I’ll accept, otherwise I’d have sold this plot a long time ago.”

Tipper bit his lip and trailed off briefly. Did Quagsire have an attachment to this land or something? Since he hadn’t expected him to react like that to offering to get his employer involved…

“I… see,” the Kecleon said. “Though what are you looking for from an offer in that case?”

“I’m looking for someone who will hold onto this land for a long time and help grow it along with Post Town,” the Water-type explained. “With the way Pokémon keep coming and going, what Post Town and the places nearby need most is someone who can be there to look out for it for the longer term.”

“I mean, Kecleon Market would be able to do that quite effectively-” Tipper began.

“Emphasis on someone, Kecleon,” Quagsire interrupted. “As in an actual Pokémon, and not a business. Would you or your father be staying here for the longer term?”

Tipper hesitated and pawed at the back of his head. It would’ve been so easy to just say ‘yes’ since he and Dad were going to be here for at least a year. But with the way that Quagsire had asked the question, he was getting the feeling that ‘a year’ wouldn’t cut it for him.

“I mean, we’re supposed to be around Post Town for the foreseeable future?” Tipper replied. “I guess Dad’s always going around to those Mystery Dungeons hunting down inventory, but we’d planned for Mom to come and live with us and she does need a place to stay.”

Quagsire didn’t say anything for a while, before he shook his head and started off for the path back to the highway.

“That’s, hmm, less investment than I was looking for,” he said. “I’m sure that you and your family would build a nice cottage, but I’m looking for a buyer who’d be able to use the entire plot, even if it’d take a while.”

Tipper winced internally. A part of him thought that he should’ve just told Quagsire what he wanted to hear, while another part figured that it was a bad idea to get on the bad side of a one-time lawmon, especially one who’d been genuinely helpful since arriving in Post Town. He glanced up in time to see Quagsire had stopped on the way back to the highway, and was looking back at him.

“Don’t get me wrong, Kecleon. I’m not opposed to selling you and your father this land, and if you two make a personal offer outside of your employer, I’ll consider it,” he said. “It’s just that you’ll be up against some stiff competition.”

Tipper… wasn’t sure how he and his father would be able to square away at least 100,000 Poké on such short notice, assuming Dad was even interested in buying property in the area so soon. But still, it was genuinely a great opportunity, and with a chance to have someplace more permanent to stay… surely it was at least worth seeing if his father was interested.

“I’ll… see what I can do.”
 
Hero and Partner New

Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Partners
  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie


Hero and Partner



Tipper left a note in the Deposit Box outside the shop for Torneko when he got back. He explained Quagsire’s offer and his conditions for agreeing to a sale of his plot of badlands for whenever the elder Kecleon got the chance to read it. He ducked behind the shop’s counter afterwards and then carried on with running the General Store for the day. Or at least Tipper tried to. The whole day, he kept finding himself fumbling greetings or farewells or little tasks around the shop as his mind kept drifting to Quagsire’s plot and idle daydreams of the sort of place he and his parents would build there, which lingered on well into the evening.

Those thoughts faded a bit with sleep, and the next day, Tipper was up bright and early in front of the Deposit Box by the shop to gather the day’s additions for its inventory. It was the normal mix of Seeds, Orbs, and other knick-knacks, except today, mixed in among them, there was a simple envelope.

“Huh?” Tipper murmured. “That’s new…”

Tipper took the envelope and noticed his father’s name and clawprint on it. His eyes briefly flashed in excitement as he opened it up, eager to see what was inside.

“... Oh.”

His eagerness quickly withered once he began reading. His face progressively fell as his eyes ran back and forth along the lines of written Footprint Runes.

It was a response from his father saying that while Quagsire’s plot sounded like a good deal, 100,000 Poké was more money than he could commit to on such short notice. Additionally, he would be away from Post Town too frequently and too subject to relocating with their jobs at Kecleon Market to agree to Quagsire’s preconditions in good conscience.

Tipper stared at the letter for a brief moment, before he lowered his arms and shook his head with a disappointed sigh.

“I should’ve figured Dad would’ve said ‘no’.”

He tucked the letter away in his personal satchel and finished gathering the day’s wares before pulling the lid of the Deposit Box shut with a loud thud. He turned and started making his way to the shop’s entrance, when he heard someone approaching and quietly humming. He glanced over, and saw it was Quagsire, making his way along down the lane… much earlier than he’d remembered seeing him around town in the past.

“Oh? You’re up early today, Quagsire.”

“Mm-hmm. I actually accepted an offer for my plot the other day,” the Water-type explained. “I’m expecting to meet the buyer for the final transaction later this morning.”

Tipper fought back a sigh at Quagsire’s reply. He knew that his father had already nixed the idea, but it still stung a bit knowing that such an opportunity had just slipped through his claws. Even so, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder how close he and his father would have been to having a chance to buy the patch of badlands for themselves.

“I… understand,” the Kecleon said. “Though out of curiosity, what was the final closing price?”

“50,000 Poké.”

Tipper’s jaw dropped at the answer. Surely Quagsire had misspoke, or else he was tugging his tail. Quagsire had been adamant that he’d gotten multiple competing offers alongside the one from the day before, how on earth would his price drop?

“W-Wait, but that’s half as much as the offer that that Ampharos gave you!” Tipper exclaimed.

“It is, yes. But I did want someone who would be more, hmm, invested in the way the land would interact with Post Town,” Quagsire insisted. “The buyer I accepted the offer from was the one who I thought would do the best job at that.”

A part of Tipper wanted to scream inside. He knew full well that he and his father could’ve swung 50,000 Poké if they were given time to get it together. He briefly saw that his scales had turned a bluish hue and hastily fought it back as he forced a smile over his face.

“I… suppose whoever you sold it to must’ve been someone you really trusted,” Tipper sighed. “Is it someone that I know from around town?”

“No, they’re a newcomer like you. Just a bit younger,” Quagsire replied. “Though from what they told me about what they wanted to do with the land, I’m sure you’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.”

Tipper sighed and made his way to the shop’s entrance with a low sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure.”

He made his way through the entrance and behind the counter, and turned down the road to see Quagsire slipping past the gate. He hung his head with a low sigh and turned to open up the backroom. There was no sense crying over spilled Moomoo Milk, and he supposed that one way or another, he’d find out soon enough who this mystery buyer of Quagsire’s was.



“Thanks for your business. Come back anytime!”

Tipper waved farewell as a Ducklett drifted off from his shop and turned back to tend to his shelves. He was a little surprised that Rampardos still hadn’t gotten his shop fixed up yet, though he supposed he should enjoy the quiet while it lasted. According to the Box Buster, he’d made good on the suggestion to seek out help from Noe Town to repair his shop, and was expecting to be able to reopen it soon enough with his Box Busting resuming “safely outdoors” in the future.

Tipper took out an Escape Orb from the backroom to replace the one that the Ducklett had just bought as the Kecleon’s mind drifted back to his encounter with Quagsire earlier in the morning. It was still a bit disappointing knowing that things fell through, but the more he thought things over, the more he realized that Quagsire was probably right about him and his family not being the best candidates to take over his plot.

After all, they’d come out here to Post Town in the first place on relatively short notice thanks to their assignments through Kecleon Market. And he and Dad didn’t really need to worry about longer-term accommodations until Mom caught up with them.

Who knew? Maybe whoever Quagsire sold his land to would have stories of their own to tell him about wherever they originally hailed from.

“What’re you doing?!”

Tipper turned his head and looked out at the square where his Ducklett customer and Roggenrola were there, trading piercing glares with each other and seemingly on the verge of coming to blows.

“You just hit me on purpose, didn’t you?!” the Roggenrola snapped. “That hurt, you oaf!”

“All I did was brush you with my beak!” the Ducklett protested. “What’s the big deal?!”

Tipper pinched his brow and muttered under his breath. Stars, another fight in the square? Those were always bad for business, and worst of all was the way how everyone else nearby would just stare and shrug the matter off if it didn’t involve them… like they were doing right now.

“Don’t go throwing a fit over every little bump!”

Roggenrola and the Ducklett mutually harrumphed at each other and drifted their separate ways as the square slowly returned to normal. Tipper supposed that all was well that ended well, since at least he wouldn’t have to worry about business getting disrupted too badly today. He made his way back into the stockroom as pattering footsteps passed by. The Kecleon glanced up as Quagsire beelined for the Swanna House, tilting his head after him puzzledly.

“That’s strange. Quagsire’s not usually in a rush like that,” Tipper mused to himself. “Did something happen with that buyer he was supposed to meet?”

“Quagsire has gone off to find a carpenter for us, so… I guess we ought to use this time to look around town, huh?”

Tipper turned back to the square just in time to see a Tepig and Axew wander out into the middle of it. Both looked like they weren’t from around here, but the Tepig in particular looked mesmerized as the Fire-type’s eyes darted about his surroundings.

“Whoa, just look at this place!” the Tepig cried. “I didn’t know that you all had towns like this!”

Tipper wasn’t sure what to make of that comment, but he was guessing that those two must’ve been the Pokémon who bought Quagsire’s plot. Something about them seemed… different from the Pokémon that he normally ran into around Post Town. They obviously were a bit out of the loop, but with the way they were in awe over the sights of this little town, there was some sort of infectious optimism about them. They kinda reminded him a bit of that Riolu and Eevee pair who visited the shop a few days ago.

Tipper watched as the two turned and began to make their way up to the shop. He stiffened up and hurriedly composed himself, straightening himself to attention as the pair drew near and approached the counter. Right, first impressions, those were always important.

“Welcome to the Kecleon Shop! How can I help you?”

Especially since he just had this weird hunch that Quagsire was onto something and that he’d be seeing these two around his shop quite a bit.
 
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