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Harper was intimately and intensely upset with the past few hours of her very short life thus far. She had met with the bank that handled her family's affairs, and told her that the price to buy back her parents shares in the company were raised - yet again. At this point, winning it back seemed hopeless, and her cousins were definitely not any help in the matter.
As she sat quiet on one of the benches in the city, stroking her Espeon - Eve - and thinking about what she was going to do, her stomach grumbled loudly, signaling that she needed some nourishment.
She sighed softly and slipped into the bench more, before hopping up and determining herself to getting some food - the company could wait. Her body was much more important to her than some stupid family legacy.
Unfortunately, as she shot up, someone had rounded the bench and ran directly into her. For a moment, she felt herself teetering on the edge of falling over, but she wound up reaching for the bench to stabilize herself, before backing up out of the other person's way as fast as she could.
"I'm sorry!" She said quickly, the Espeon interpreting her words into the mind of the other person. Of course she was sorry - she had randomly and abruptly stood up in a place where people would be obviously walking and putting an obstacle up in the man's way.
"I'm fine!" She glanced over herself, wordlessly checking herself out to make sure she was, in fact, fine. When she located a small cut just above her knee where the metal had scraped her from falling into the bench, she laughed silently and motioned to it, before shrugging.
Harper didn't pay much attention from the moment she ordered her food, unitl the moment that they had sat down at the table. After she had taken her seat, she let Eva catch her up on everything Sam had said, before opening up the foiled end of her burrito to start munching on it.
"I hope this one is okay!" She smoothed her free hand over the table and grinned at him, before pulling out the bag of parts, foregoing eating her burrito until she started to work on modifying his Pokegear.
"I can add a couple of cool updates here and there..." Harper was moreso musing to herself, but Eva felt the need to translate, just in case he wanted to know what she was saying. "So! Different installs and applications have different purposes. A better GPS will tell you exactly right down to what step you're taking on a specific route." She started poking around easily at the pokegear, taking it apart with expertise.
"A great install would be to do the GPS, and the map system. You can literally tell where you are at all times, on any given map, anywhere in the world!" Harper looked up at him excitedly, eyes flashing. Eva was good at portraying the girls' emotions, thank Arceus. It would have been pretty boring to see Harper's face light up the way it did with no emotion behind the voice that was being provided.
Sort of like watching old Chinese movies with English dubs over the original actor's voices. It just wouldn't line up; as hilarious as it might be.
"So! I think I'll do a couple of modifications here and there, then you should be set to do some world-class travelling!"
Harper, being raised to be polite by some of her caretakers, did the courteous thing and reached out, opening the door and holding it for him as she stepped inside, smelling the delightful smell that wafted out of the door and across her nose, making her mouth water slightly.
"I love this place, they have great food." She thought she was thinking to herself, but Eva had decided that she would translate. Harper blushed slightly and glanced to Sam, blinking. "Sometimes Eva tells people my personal thoughts, so that's a bit of a downside." She grinned at him, before passing him to step up to the counter.
All around the counter top was different types of veggies and mixes to put inside a tortilla, or into a bowl for a salad. Harper clasped her hands together and gave the man behind the counter a signal to come over and help them out, before smiling politely.
"Hi there! I'll have a lar-" She stopped herself. Sam didn't have much money, so she wouldn't waste his money on something she probably would need to take as leftovers. "A small burrito. Beans, lettuce, tomato, salsa, green peppers, olives, cucumber..." She listed off all the ingredients she wanted, before nodding firmly. "Perfect!" She pressed her finger against the glass separating her from the toppings.
"Choose your item, Sam!" Harper glanced over to him and reach down, petting Eva between the ears, who appreciated the recognition that she had been doing a good job translating.
Harper listened carefully to Sam's answer to her question, nodding slowly at the honesty that he seemingly portrayed. Either he was a good liar, or he just was really wandering around without a big aim as to what he was doing.
"Ah, that's actually pretty admirable, Sam!" Harper smiled brightly at him and nodded fervently, before glancing around to make sure they turned the right way. Once she had turned down the street, she smiled at his reciprocation of the question.
"Well, I had to get my communicator fixed, but I think I'll just use Eva for now... No one else seems to have an issue with her but my family." She laughed, finding it ironic, since the entire reason that she never developed her vocal chords was because of they way they treated her when she was younger. The literal lack of communication had caused atrophy in her throat and vocal box, making it nearly impossibly to speak.
If she ever wanted to talk normally, she would have to exercise them every day. And quite frankly, she didn't think it was worth it to be like that.
"But now I'm just here for the food, maybe battle the gym leader. Depends on how much I get done before I head out, to be honest." Harper finished, stopping in front of the little box restaurant that sold the delicious Mexican food.
"Is this place alright?" She motioned to the restaurant and smiled sweetly. If he said no, she would think of another cheap place for them to sit down at have lunch together.
Harper smiled gently as Sam approved her request to join her for lunch, tapping her chin as he pointed out that he didn't hve much money. She gave him a little look over before noddingonce more and placing her hands onto her hips. Once they were out of the shop, she pointed in a random direction.
There were cheap food places all over Goldenrod, but the one she had in mind had a sort of Mexican flare to it, specializing in burritos and other Mexican type food. She hummed as she walked, forgetting momentarily that coversing was part of going to lunch with someone, until Eva politely reminded her that she had company, and that talking might be a necessity.
Laughing awkwardly, Harper raised her fingers to her hair, running them through the long blinde strands before giving Sam a smile, and a thumbs up. "Sorry, I'm so used to going places alone that it didn't really occur to me that conversation is sort of a reasonable kind of thing in these sort of situations." Harper laughed silently before rubbing at her cheek, wondering what kind of topic she should start.
"What brings you to Goldenrod, anyway?" Harper started off, tucking her hands behind her back as she continued to walk towards their destination. They were almost there. A few more turns and they would be all set to eat some cheap lettuce and bean wraps. They even had burrito salad bowl options. It was a heaven for people who liked veggies and healthy bean options.
While Sam looked over the new supplies and hardware that he would be adding to his pokegear, Harper glanced over to her uncle and tossed him the finger, before looking to Eva, who stuck her nose up at the jerk that they had been talking to before. Really, her family had been such snobs to begin with. She had no idea how she even came from the same stalk.
Sighing to herself and rubbing her temples, she grinned as Sam agreed to get the parts that she had pointed out. They were all discounted since they weren't already in a device, and it was a relatively good deal for everything here, as opposed to other stores that marked them up to actually make money. Pruitt Industries already made enough of that.
"Great!" The cheerful voice resounded telepathically, before Harper twisted around and walked over to the counter, pointing out the pieces Sam would need before handing over some money to her uncle, once the exchange was done, Harper waltzed back over to Sam and took up all the parts, stuffing them into her bag.
"You can buy me lunch while I work on this, sound like an even trade?" She grinned at him and tilted her head, waiting for a reply patiently. If he wasn't okay with buying her lunch, then he could just pay her back the little she had spent. Being a Pruitt meant getting a discount, though. As much as her uncle hated it, the legal contracts said he had to give her things at a good price.
"So... lunch?" Harper offered her hand to him in a more formal greeting than they had had before - smashing into each other.
Harper sighed softly and spun on her heel, marching over to Sam, who was waiting for her, seemingly uninterested in everything that was happening, for the most part, anyway. "Do you want to see if they have any additions for your pokegear?" She asked, glancing around at the shop, before pulling out her own pokegear to show it to him.
"If you pick up a couple of good parts, I can do the mods for you..." She glanced down to Eva, who looked much more relaxed now that she was talking to Sam, instead of the dickhead behind the counter. Her fur flattened, and her tail swished gently from side to side, eyes scanning over him curiously as Harper spoke to him through her.
"I can tell you the parts..." She flicked her pokegear on and looked it over, pointing out all the parts on a nearby parts table. "Just those four, and I'll be able to boost performance and add some cool features." Harper smiled and shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the taunting calls of her uncle from behind the counter.
"It's up to you, though!" Harper finally close up her pokegear and tucked it back away, tucking her arms behind her back. "I'd be happy to help you out."
Harper gasped slightly at Sam's words before glancing back to the owner of the shop, who was sneering, clearly not bothered by being called bland. Well, he did have a thick skull. "He's my uncle." Harper answered casually, before pulling out her communicator. Eva rubbed against her legs soothingly before growling at the man behind the counter.
"This piece of shit you keep 'fixing', isn't working." Harper tossed the communicator on the desk and stuffed her hands into her pocket, glaring at her uncle. "You keep giving me faulty hardware, and I'm not paying every time I come here anymore. I want a new one, and I want it for free." She slammed her hand down on the counter, Eva backing her up with a growl and the fur on her back raising. Her tail whipped around, thumping against the tables of equipment.
The man behind the counter just laughed at her and rolled his eyes. "If you're so sure it's faulty, why don't you just fix it yourself? Brain not working that great anymore? Must be that psychic pokemon frying up the neurons." He cackled and looked at Sam, waggling his eyebrows. "You even brought your boyfriend here this time, how cute. He as dumb as you? At least he has vocal chords." He flicked Harper in the forehead.
Harper raised her hand and smacked his away, before grabbing the communicator and chucking it at his head. "You're a real piece of shit, you know! No one else has a problem with the way I communicate!" Her face was visibly angry, but all the communication was done through Eva, who was only translating to her uncle. It would look pretty strange to anyone else.
"Take the stupid communicator! I don't need it anyway." Harper huffed silently, her shoulders drawing up to enhance the glare. "You're useless!"
Harper smiled excitedly when Sam agreed to come with her to the store. Maybe if another person came with her, she wouldn't have to deal with the owners being rude to her. Maybe they would be kind today, and avoid any confrontation.
Humming in her head, she placed Eva down on the ground and waited for the pokemon to right herself, watching the little one shake and wiggle her way into the land of the waking, before looking up to her master, eyes blinking tiredly. She wanted to nap in Harper's arms more, but Harper could only hold the pokemon for so long before it became tedious.
"So!" She clasped her hands together, walking past his arm that he held out to let her lead the way. "This will be interesting, I've never gone there with anyone else!" She chimed and walked down the street, determined.
Once she was outside the shop, she glanced up to the sign, tilting her head at the name "Pruitt" on it, before pushing the door open to reveal the inside. Shiny, white and silver floors and walls and instruments placed out on the tables for people to tinker with, connected by small cables that ran through the tables and connected to a central security system.
"Ah, the prodigal child returns! How's it going mute-y? Cat still got your tongue?" The man behind the desk laughed at her. Harper wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him, showing it was very much in-tact.
The relaxation that washed over Harper was almost instantaneous. She gave him a grateful smile for not minding the way she communicated, before shrugging her shoulders. "Generally I like to make sure before I do it. Some people are pretty protective over their minds, you know!" Harper laughed softly, a silent raspy sound, but you could definitely tell that it was a laugh if you really tried to listen for it. Plus the smile on her face gave it away.
When he asked about her communicator, Harper blinked and reached into her pocket, juggling Eva with the other hand as she tried to pull it out of the confines of her clothing. "Yes! I was going to take it to-" She paused. To her family's tech store. Even though it wasn't technically her family's anymore. "That store, just down the street here." She motioned down the street to a little sign that stuck out of the stone buildings.
"They do good work. The new owners are a bit... Rude, really. But they fix things up pretty quickly." Harper didn't mean to toss shade, it just sort of came out that way when she thought about the people who had taken over her company when her parents had gone bankrupt. One day she would win the company back, and then rub it in the stupid new-old-owners faces.
"Did... you want to come check it out? They do mods on pokegear, too." She pointed with her pinkie finger to the gear in his hands, smiling brightly while she tried to stuff the communicator back into her pocket. "Might have a cool application for you to test out or something." Harper shrugged her shoulders.
Harper, who had finally regained some sense of composure after her tumble to the ground, was brushing herself off when the man she had bumped into offered her his hand. Shit, what had he been saying? She looked to Eva, who silently explained that the boy was showing some semblance of relaxed concern for her well-being, before returning her gaze to the hand of Sam.
Harper sighed and reached out, taking Sam's hand as she pulled herself up, brushing her butt off in the meantime. Her skirt was covered in dirt from the fall, but after a few brush-pats, things seemed to look in ship-shape for actually talking to the guy.
"It's alright! I'm fine." Harper smiled at Sam and waved his words off like they were flies buzzing around her. "I should have been looking where I was going." Of course, she was speaking through Eva, who was perched in her arms now that her master was upright and sound on her feet once more.
"I'm Harper, this is Eva. Normally I have a little handheld communicator, so I hope this doesn't bother you." She continued through Eva, who was lazily purring and snuggling into her arms now. "My communicator is on the fritz, though. So... I can't really use it..." She paused, then rubbed at her face, realizing she probably shouldn't say any more until the person in front of her agreed to having a voice chime in their head, rather than an actual conversation.
Harper sighed softly - although all her sighs were generally soft, considering they produced no noise - and trekked her way through Goldenrod City, glaring at the handheld device in her hand. It had been making spelling errors and grammar mistakes all day, and the only people who could really fix it were here, in Goldenrod.
So here she was, marching her way down the street to the little electronic boutique she had gotten it set up at. Generally she would fix these kinds of things herself, but she didn't have much time to work on her little gadgets these days, she just over-used them to talk to the different people she met.
Generally, she just used Eva, her Espeon, to talk to people now. But she liked to ask first if she can talk through her pokemon, which meant - you guessed it - going through her communicator. Which was currently making simple words very, very, crude or unintelligible.
As she marched, she tucked away her communicator and bent down to pick up Eva, who was trotting beside her happily, before moving to stand up, only to come into contact with a person-like wall that had somehow gotten in her way. She felt her hair blown against her face as she fell backwards, and then the hard sting of concrete as she fell onto the sidewalk, sitting there with a most-definitely bruised butt.
Hands fumbling, she tried to reach her communicator to apologize, but Eva was already doing it for her. "I'm so sorry!" Eva mimicked what Harper's voice sounded like in her own head. "I wasn't looking where I was going when I picked my pokemon up." Eva glanced pointedly back to Harper, who was still trying to get the stinging out of her road-rashed hands.
◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
Harper was intimately and intensely upset with the past few hours of her very short life thus far. She had met with the bank that handled her family's affairs, and told her that the price to buy back her parents shares in the company were raised - yet again. At this point, winning it back seemed hopeless, and her cousins were definitely not any help in the matter. 
Harper didn't pay much attention from the moment she ordered her food, unitl the moment that they had sat down at the table. After she had taken her seat, she let Eva catch her up on everything Sam had said, before opening up the foiled end of her burrito to start munching on it. 
Harper smiled gently as Sam approved her request to join her for lunch, tapping her chin as he pointed out that he didn't hve much money. She gave him a little look over before noddingonce more and placing her hands onto her hips. Once they were out of the shop, she pointed in a random direction. 
Harper gasped slightly at Sam's words before glancing back to the owner of the shop, who was sneering, clearly not bothered by being called bland. Well, he did have a thick skull. 
Harper smiled excitedly when Sam agreed to come with her to the store. Maybe if another person came with her, she wouldn't have to deal with the owners being rude to her. Maybe they would be kind today, and avoid any confrontation. 
