PEFE HQ, about one week ago
-At a certain supply garage that features in about one post per year, some Pokémon are employed. A couple of them, for example, are charged with moving some crates around, though they do it idly, letting the machines such as cranes do most of the job.-
-And then there's the one. While most of the young Pokémon like Skaloth are carrying the crates or pushing them around, a random Medicham in the group simply levitates the crates from their source to their destination, slowly and steadily. A Shiftry and a Machoke have been glaring at him for a while.-
-At the end of a given round of moving crates from here to there, some of the mons take a break and move closer to the door leading out of the room. The Shiftry sees the Medicham come about and glares at him-
PEFE!Shiftry: <....Hmmm.... fancy prancing around, I see.>
PEFE!Medicham -eats a berry: <...I'm sorry what?>
PEFE!Shiftry: <Oh nothing it's just,> -frowns: <I thought you were here to work, like the rest of us.>
PEFE!Medicham -crosses arms, looking displeased: <Ahem, I am hired like all of us here, yes... so?>
PEFE!Shiftry: <Soooooo,> -- points to the crates -- <you could actually do some job.>
PEFE!Machoke: <Oh dear...> -- moves a bit away, looks for something to drink.
PEFE!Medicham -inches closer: <In case you were too blind to see, I did levitate eight boxes, this round.>
PEFE!Shiftry: <Those boxes are for carrying.> -- ruffles his fans.
PEFE!Medicham: <...Excuuuuse me?>
-The two Pokémon inch even closer-
PEFE!Shiftry: <Like, we are paid for carrying those boxes around.>
PEFE!Medicham -points a finger to the crates: <...That's what I did.>
PEFE!Shiftry: <...We have to carry them, by our own hands. If you even have those.> -- snarls at the Medicham's frail contexture.
PEFE!Medicham -laughs nervously: <Now you're just splitting hairs. What, you don't like psychics?>
PEFE!Machoke -approaches with drinks: <You know, it's actually in the contract...>
-The two Pokémon don't budge for a good while, and only when the Machoke sighs the three of them decide to nervously walk away from the room into the open area outside-
Machoke: <...Do you always have to fight? This didn't happen back when you were unevolved.>
PEFE!Shiftry: <That was seasons ago... The hires were better then it seems.>
PEFE!Medicham: <Oh?> -- snorts -- <Are you unhappy? What are you going to do, accuse me with Maekrite?>
-The three Pokémon exit to the open area and turn around the corner to walk towards the windy area facing to the outside of PEFE HQ, when they see what appears to be a small purple furball with strands of yellow walking towards them-
PEFE!Shiftry: <...Huh...o.o>
PEFE!Machoke -giggles: <Looks like the fashion statement caught on. Look at that little->
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <...Guys!> -- waves a paw harshly -- <So you are still making yourselves useful here, that's...>
-[Maekrite] walks towards the trio who are now stopped befre him, and glares up at them because of his smaller size-
PEFE!Machoke: -swallows drink, nearly chokes-
PEFE!Shiftry: <Wh-... Huh? is that you, Maekrite?> -- inches closer to the furball.
-Maekrite shows a Shiftry fan away, then glares at them over, examining their complexions, seems to frown-
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <...You are making yourselves useful, right? Not letting those silly machines do a mon's job?>
PEFE!Shiftry: <Er we- the-...> -- skips a heartbeat.
PEFE!Medicham: <....O.O’> -- skips two heartbeats.
PEFE!Machoke: <Wait, aren't you a Nidorino? Wh- what happened?> -- steps a bit closer.
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <Life happened.> -- huffs -- <I've been visiting the island for a while but I couldn't come here. Now, though...> -- sniffs in the direction of the supply room -- <I have some time to train.>
-The Medicham and Shiftry exchange worried looks, while the Machoke, overtaken by curiosity, kneels and tries to poke Maekrite carefully with a finger, prompting the Nidoran to try and peck back-
PEFE!Machoke: <Hey, you got small and cuddly!>
PEFE!Shiftry -blinks, turns to the Machoke: <Uh, bro, bad call.>
-Maekrite turns to snarl at him-
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <You three fat lot have apparently gotten smaller too.> -- notices the ashamed expressions of the Medicham and Shiftry -- <I seem to remember I left you guys carrying over your own weight.>
-The two mons limit themselves to stare at the floor for a moment (wasn't too hard, they are already taller than Maekrite). The Machoke meanwhile...-
PEFE!Machoke: <Look who's talking, you're a cute little round furball.>
-There's a moment of silence-
-The Shiftry facefans-
-Maekrite responds to the comment with an immediate Leer-
Nidoran♂!Maekrite -roars: <Furball, eh?>
-He steps forward, horn raised-
-...-
About ten minutes later
-The lot of mons working in the supply room are carrying the boxes during their next shift. This time, they do it properly-
-The only exception to the rule is a battered Machoke, sprawled over a couple of crates near the edge of the room, rubbing some of his wounds. Atop his head, a furball Nidoran♂ sits glaring at some of the mons-
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <There's going to be some changes around here. For starters, we were hired to CARRY the boxes and that's what you will do.>
PEFE!Shiftry -while helping carry a box with other mons, laughs sarcastically: <So it was in the contract...>
PEFE!Meowth -also helps carry the box: <...I thought mons here were being taught about human thi-OW!!!>
-The two Pokémon look behind to see Maekrite has rushed to them and is poking at the Meowth's legs-
Nidoran♂!Maekrite: <Eyes to the front! And use your claws or you're going to slip in this ground!>
-Maekrite rushes to the next group, who won't have it any easier-
“Thou hast forgotten the face of thy Lord. Remember, mortal, and fear pet me.”