Ziv began walking, and answering her question. “Unfortunately, all those machines are their own entities. And we have no idea what they were responding to, so we can't even mimic their relay to say, shut down their weapon system. Guess that's war for ya.. good for--”

// Imagine having an already finished reply for weeks, and then promptly forgetting you even have a Bluesky account

The anthro Jolteon looked at the hat he was given smiling. “It's awesome, sir! I'll wear it with pride.” With no better place to put it, the 'mon settled the hat onto his head. Fit like a glove. “Thank you again. I'll be off now, Chase! If I'm in the area, I'll stop by again!”

Those old metal husks are rustling. Seems Ziv's salvaging something out of one of the scrap piles he found. .. Atleast he's been trying for an hour or so now.

The Jolteon smiled back up to the Charizard hybrid, looking up at him before following him, but Ziv was surprised that he was being given a reward. He followed the Charizard, waiting before the bag was given to Ziv. The Jolteon opened up the bag, expecting a few--

The pages of his notebook flipped at her question, his ears kept still as he tried to find an answer. A second or two later his ears flicked on. “Yeah, got jus' the place! Not too far from here actually.” Ziv stood up offering a paw to the pup to help her up. “There's--”

“I got a letter from my hometown for Christmas. .. Honestly, that's enough to keep me goin'.”

Ziv nods, receptive to her concerns. “Yeah, that one might take a lot of trial an' error. I wouldn't be opposed to revisiting it, but I feel like with the first one, we're just refining what you already have.” The Jolteon notes. Tsuki already has the Eclipse Blaster's charge shots and small--

Ziv nodded, before he pulled out a weathered down journal, and flipped through it. There was a wealth of info on the machines he salvaged, their parts, a brief description of what they did. Helpful stuff to refer to for their purpose. “So it can already output small shots..” Ziv brought--

Sitting on a mountainside with a pair of binoculars. Seems he's doing some scouting today. “.. Place is barren by the looks of it. Nothin' worth salvagin' thataway..” He adjusts his view. Maybe he'll spot something interesting...

Ziv nodded in agreement. Seemed like a fair punishment. “.. Yeah. I think that works out better for everyone. After all, you already showed 'em the town won't just be picked on. They'd be foolish to try the place twice!” The Jolteon responded with optimism in his voice. Maybe the little thief--

“Pure Lunar energy? Now that doesn't sound like somethin' you'd get from an ordinary power supply.. where'd you procure somethin' like that?” The curiosity in his voice was more than notable.. harnessing lunar energy must've been no small feat. Her next statement. It made Ziv think.. he's--

Ziv was pretty chuffed to hear that he'd have a chance to help her at some point. Maybe he'd even learn a bit from her! “I'd jump at the opportunity. Let me know if you ever need a second pair of hands!” He warmly responded to the Spaniel, before listening to some of the things she worked on--

The Jolteon seemed relieved once Chase caught the Zigzagoon, retracting his anchor shot once Chase had him pinned. “We got 'em..! I guess little guys like this can be troublemakers. .. Wonder why--”

The Jolteon kept a lookout, waiting for any threats to the shed to appear. His ear flicked up to Chase who pointed out the Zigzagoon running for the shed. The Jolteon broke for cover, and ran toward it to intercept it. “Oh no ya don't!” The anthro 'mon reached his arm out, brandishing his--

“Then let's get started then, Chase..! You can count on me. I'll start setting some of the traps. Once I'm done, I'll loop back to the shed and stake it out.” The Jolteon nodded before heading off to do his part. Helping traps get set for the feral 'mon. Ziv spent a significant time getting--

“I learnt how to become a mechanic through the trade guild! It's not my primary day to day, but all my salvaging made me understand machines.” The Jolteon explained, his face lighting up. “I've mostly worked with the airship engines. I've fixed radios, heating and cooling units.. generally--”

The anthro Jolteon nodded, hearing Chase's plan. “So, they'd have something to target.. if we set those traps, we might catch 'em with those. The cages are good. But I also think we could lure 'em into an ambush at the shed.. they'll likely go for that if they see it unguarded. So, we set--”

“Wait— me a deputy!? I mean.. I wanna catch that guy so he doesn't hurt or steal from anyone else, but..—” The Jolteon paused, being assigned the role of deputy was.. far above his station. But.m the situation calls for action. “.. I dunno if I can accept the role of deputy, but I promise--”

“Oh no.. that's not good. I'm guessin' they're stealing stuff folk are using. That's a problem for everyone. Especially those that rely on secondhand equipment to get by.” The Jolteon suddenly had a determined flare in his eyes, as he looked up to the hybrid. “Are they still at large? If--”

“If I hadn't said it already, call me Ziv!” The Jolteon smiled before answering Tsuki's question. “Me? Not much! I'm just an ordinary salvager — ordinary as they come! I just.. do my job. Salvage a few machines. Send what money I can home. Maybe help the folk around me out where I can.” The--

“Really? I'm glad it ain't serious, but what was shocking?” The Jolteon asked as he folded his arms, eager to hear the Charizard elaborate on what was going on.

The Jolteon picked his head up, before recognizing the approaching stranger. His neutral expression shifted to a warmer one upon recognizing her. He remembers speaking to her briefly! “Hey of course ya can! You're Blitz an' Kinny's friend, right? I don't think I ever caught your name that day..”

He's got his sword stabbed into the ground, and his back against the grass, eyes toward the sky. Peaceful hours for the salvager.

The anthro Jolteon blinked awake, realizing the hybrid was looking down at him. “Ah—!” The Jolteon quickly straightened himself out as he stood up. “Sorry sir, I dozed off.. climbing the windmill took a lot outta me. But I took care of the car! The ignition system was damaged so I patched it--”

The anthro Jolteon noticed that the Hybrid 'mon looked a bit at the end of his rope with all the paperwork.. Ziv wanted to pry for more context, but he figured it was best to let the Charizard work for now and focus on whatever he was dealing with. Maybe he could help with whatever Chase was--

The Jolteon nodded. “Righto. I'll leave you too it. I'll take care of the windmill as well before checking in, yeah?” The anthro Jolteon nodded, before departing to the car. Similar to the well, he had to see what the damage was. This was slightly closer to what Ziv was used to..! More--

The Jolteon looked at the well. Pretty low tech, but it made sense for a place this far out. “Seems simple enough.. I think I know the best way to fix all this.” The anthro nodded, as the Charizard went to handle his work, leaving Ziv with the well. The Jolteon psyched himself up as he got to--

The anthro Jolteon pulled out a journal, before writing down the tasks Chase had described. “No shortage of work to be done, then. You can count on me.” Ziv smiled up to the hybrid, as he put a paw to his own chest. “Let's have a look at that well, yeah? Water's pretty important, so we should--”

“Yeah, the outlaw types'll make things in these parts hard. Good thing they got you around, eh?” The Jolteon smiled, keeping an optimistic tone. “Anythin' I could help with around the town? If it's mechanical or repair, I can probably chip in.” The salvager offered, smiling confidently. Maybe--

The Jolteon nodded. “Yeah, its how I make most of my money. Though, you gotta be ready to fight. Ferals, an' some of the old machines can be really dangerous. Typically salvagers hang around a rescuer, or a mercenary but I can handle myself.” The Jolteon smiled. Clearly the anthro was confident--

The inside of the machine's cavity was strewn wires, but the machine now also lacked a proper power source, as well as some essential components that handled its logic and such. Seems the Jolteon cleared out what was important. Looks like the machine might've been some old autonomous combat--

He was waist deep in the old husk of machinery, the Charizard could hear the sounds of rustling. Ziv's ears flicked. He could hear heavy footfalls getting close. Signs of a bigger 'mon. The anthro pulled his head out of the machine, as he angled his head up to the Zard in question. His-->

Sword stabbed in the ground, the anthro Jolteon was already at work picking apart some old machine he found. Just after fending off some feral Pokemon a moment ago. The adjustment from performing adrenaline filled combat, to the steady paws needed to salvage was almost natural for him.

“Well, I'd get why — traveling far from where you know takes guts. I know that better than anyone. .. Before I make any assumptions, do y'think your trainer *wants* to see those regions? Or do you think theres somethin' else that calls to her?”

“Really now? Us anthrotype come with human language as the default tongue. Guess it's cause we walk the line between 'mon and human.. Still, sounds like you an' your trainer are close! I was.. kinda on my own from the get go..” The anthro Jolteon pensively responded. Seemed he was going to--

“Explorin' is fun. It does get a little frustratin' when I can't find anything worth selling, though... But hey! Glad you found me if meeting 'mon is what you're after! Can you tell me a bit more about yourself Sapphire? Could tell you all about the trade guild after, if you'd like!”

“Pleased to meetcha, Sapphire! Always a pleasure to meet an Eeveelution. Call me Ziv, salvager for the trade guild, at your service~!” He smiled and pointed a thumb at himself. “So Sapphire, what brings you to these parts? Not much out this way other than salvage and junk parts last I checked.”

The bipedal Jolteon's ears flicked up, before turning over to the Espeon before smiling. “Oh, never seen an anthrotype I take it? There's a few of us out there, but we're a bit uncommon.” The Jolteon explained. “Given.. thats what stood out about me, that is. Eheh.”

“Salvage hauls have been rough this week... Think I'm through with the worst of it though. .. The jobs paid nice though. Guess that's all I care about in the end, risk aside.”

“Hey, that'd be great! I'd appreciate the assistance, if you don't mind.” The anthro Jolteon looked up toward the entrance of the mine, getting ready to go have a look. “By the way, call me Ziv! I didn't get your name.. Also, if you don't mind me askin', is there.. something mor' significant--”

The Jolteon nodded. Seemed she was as good of a person to ask as any.. “Well, I hope you can answer this question. I wanted permission to go salvaging in the old mine up there. I heard that there might be some machinery worth taking apart that may have some decent parts. I dunno--”

The anthro Jolteon paused as the door swung open becore being greeted by the stranger clad in blue. “That'd be me.” The Jolteon responded with a smile. He adjusted the sword on his back, waving up to her, before ascending up the stairs fully. A quick look around would reveal this was the only--

|| CLOSED STARTER FOR @risingauraguardian.bsky.social || Information of Iron Island's abandoned mining operation had became known to a certain salvager. He was unsure if he would get the permission to salvage the old machinery from the mines, if there was any to find that is.. better for it to--

|| ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ || • LIKE FOR A SHORT STARTER • >RTS ARE APPRECIATED TO SPREAD THE WORD! >DMs are also open for general plotting purposes!

*CLANG!* “Nearly got the shell off.. c'mon..—!” He's just whacking the metal shell of an old machine with his broadsword, every hit makes an audible *CLANG!* It's not exactly nice on the ears..

// I'm still here — I'm mostly just lurking and looking for accounts to follow + possible interaction opportunities Might remake my starter call for those interested.

Sitting on a pile of scrap metal. Broadsword leaning against it. “Righto—. Lunch, then back to making money.” He remarks, as he pulls out a sandwich and begins munching on it.

ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜs ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ. › sғᴡ ᴡ/ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs › ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ › #PMDRP #POKEMONRP #MVRP › ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ: #ᴄᴀᴘᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ♡﹢⇌ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴏ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇʀs.

“It's a risk, but.. long as I'm not *blindly* feeling around inside a machine, I'm usually fine.” Contrasting, the Jolteon seems to be pretty calm about the threat of that particular illness. “Plus, someone's gotta do it, right? Every job has risks. Yours too, I bet?” He asks, smiling.