It starts with a small snort but it's not long before she's doubled over laughing like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.
"Oh my Arceus, really?" She gasps as she wipes tears from her eyes, unable to stand upright.
"Yep, I've heard it from several people," you smile, her reaction confirming your understanding of your relationship,
"Oh that's funny. I mean I'll tease you all day long but, mates? Oh Arceus,"
"See Stella? What did I tell you?" The soundwave Pokémon crosses her arms and huffs. "Anyways I wanted to talk about what I'll be doing here,"
"Alright, have a seat," you sit across from her and begin explaining,
"I've been working in a refinery for years now, I can work with metal. You have a decent sized deposit of iron in the cave system, with some help I can use it to make tools, weapons, and armor," you pause for a moment, waiting for a response, when she doesn't say anything you continue, "I'll need a few things from my home and I might have to steal some things from the refinery. It won't be easy and I'll need help to get it started, but it's doable," Mira finishes one of her fish and taps the skewer on the table a few times in contemplation.
"What exactly would you need?"
"I'd need an area to work, someone to help mine the iron, some tools from the refinery, someone to help build the furnace and forge, and possibly someone to help with designing the armor as well as testing,"
"I like the idea of armor," Mira admits, "but you'll have to make so many different types and sizes for everyone here, are you really up to that kind of task?"
"I'm going to start with the simpler pieces, chest plates and helmets, I can work out more complex pieces as I go. It'll take some experimentation and time, but I'm confident in my skill,"
"How long would it take to make a single chest plate?"
"That depends, how large does it have to be, who'll be wearing it, should it be heavier or lighter? I can't say without that kind of information,"
"Alright, how long would it take to make one for me?" You stroke your chin for a moment,
"A day? Maybe two? Metalworking can't be rushed, if you go too quickly the metal will become brittle,"
"Alright, we'll give it a test run, make me some armor and we'll see how effective it is. If it holds up then you'll make more,"
"A challenge huh? Alright I'm game. First things first, I need to head back into town and grab a few things, it'll take a day to get there, so I need to get going now,"
"You want to hike back to a town that's probably looking for you everywhere? No, you'll be teleporting, I'll have Nanuk get you there, he's been close to the town so there shouldn't be any issues, just meet back up with him after you get what you need,"
"It'll have to be very early if I don't want to get caught by the refinery workers,"
"What do they have that you need?"
"Heat resistant clothes, and tools for shaping the metal," you step from the table to your bag, and start taking everything out. You stack all of your supplies in a neat pile on your sleeping bag. "Alright I'm ready," you sling the empty bag on your back, Mira nods looking off into space for a moment,
"Nanuk is here," she states before taking a sip from an earthenware mug. Sure enough a green wing parts the ivy curtain and a Xatu steps through. His gaze immediately focuses on you.
"Quite troubling," he mumbles as he stares, clearly unhappy with something.
"Got a problem?"
"You need to make peace with your past," he says as he nods sagely "only then will you be truly happy,"
"I gave up on being happy a long time ago," you reply bitterly, "I'd just ruin it," you look down for a moment, "Whatever, fuck that, let's just get going. I need to get into my house and then the refinery,"
"Very well," Nanuk presses his wings together before him and spreads them wide. Your mind is assailed by a violent lurch and strange patterns of light. The complete absence of sound is almost painful. Fortunately it only lasts for a moment but you still have to fight to keep from puking.
"It can be quite jarring the first time, however one becomes accustomed after a time," Nanuk offers his sage advice as you lean against a tree,
"Thanks for the heads-up," you manage to spit out between dry heaves. After your stomach settles you take a look around. You're not far from your house, a few hundred meters at most. So you slowly approach. As you peek through the tree line, you see...
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