It was hot.
It was also noisy. The Guild Leaders had decided it would be a good idea to organize a planting day of sorts in an effort to restore the greenery that once surrounded Tao Village. Normally such a thing would not be needed; however, these were not normal times. Not too long ago a feisty dragon by the name of Sorbet had himself quite the romp through the area and ended up trashing most of the vegetation, and what he didn't destroy personally, his blizzards did. Yes, blizzards. You wouldn't guess that from how hot it was now, but there you go.
The sounds of Pokemon running to and fro could be heard for upwards of a mile. You had the smaller ones dragging the lighter things along: seeds, shovels (for the Pokemon that lacked digging claws, provided by PK for a nominal fee) and various other gardening tools, once again provided by PK. The larger Pokemon carried the more important items: saplings, shrubs, boxes full of rocks (not the big useless ones, the small pretty ones you might see one filling the empty spots in their yard with) and anything else the vertically-challenged had trouble lifting.
Yes, it was exciting, it was busy, it was noisy, but most of all, it was hot. There was no chance of rain, and the sky was as blue as blue can be, which also meant no shade from clouds. There was also no tree shade, as all the previous shade-providers had been sold off to a construction company to offset the costs of rebuilding Tao Village, and even then the bill was slightly astronomical. Poppy, the Happiny-Nurse-In-Training, was busy making sure every Pokemon was informed about the dangers of heat stroke, which could be quite serious indeed. She led a small group of Pokemon that doled out water to the thirsty planters, who never failed to express their gratitude. The sense of unity all of them seemed to share on this day was heartwarming, and not to mention a welcome change from the tension that was building up not just a few weeks ago, before the rampaging dragon and his blizzards.
of them shared that sense of unity. There was one vagabond who was quite content with not helping at all, even going so far as seeming to enjoy heckling various Pokemon as they passed his office.
“You there!” Callahan shouted at a particularly scrawny looking Pichu, who was attempting to drag a bag of seeds about three times its weight and height. It looked back and forth, not certain if the Ninetales was addressing him.
“Yes! You there! Flower seed rat! May I ask how much you're being paid to carry that bag?”
“Um, nothing.. We're all volunteering today to help the village out, haven't you heard?”
Callahan laughed and shook his head. “I knew what the guild leaders wanted to do, I was just unaware that they'd be able to wrangle so many suckers into working for free! You seemed rather bright, so I thought for sure you had talked them into some form of payment. Can't judge a book by its cover, I guess.”
The Pichu may have been small, but he was not timid. He immediately sent out a wave of electricity which was fairly impressive, given his size. Callahan was too quick, though, and closed the door before it reached him. He felt the door creak and groan as it bent underneath the force of the blow, but it ultimately held strong. That move would have probably left him feeling tingly for hours.
“HEY! Callahan! Open up!” The voice outside made him grin. It was his employer, PK. She was fun to badger, as she was always so fiery. He never had to worry about being fired, as his employment contract was written up long ago by her great-great-grandfather, who had included clauses which pretty much rendered him unmovable (much to PK's chagrin). That's not to say he didn't do his job, it was quite the opposite. No one was as talented as he was with filling out and organizing paperwork, which was probably the sole reason anyone decided to put up with him.
The door to the registrar's office opened a bit, and Callahan poked his head around the corner, appearing surprised to see her.
“Ah! Hello, PK! What a wonderful day it is, isn't it? I was busy admiring the efforts of the working class, they look so industrious!”
Part 1 of "event 6 suckers" as
has titled it in the google documents
Featuring a cameo of Muro from Team Sunflower