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@Arachnid0Posted so yeah probably just let the timeskip go next then.
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@Saint Girralo
Tholo gave a quick hello back to James as he left the coffee shop before returning to Dimitri's attention. Dimitri seemed to be honest and it was Tholo's job to fix cars so he decided to help Dimitri. "Well let's go take a look," Tholo said quickly drinking the rest of his coffee and getting up from the table to follow Dimitri out of Coffee Central. Once outside it was a bit easier to try and guess if Dimitri was human. While following him, Tholo took in his scent, but oddly couldn't decipher it. He smelled human but there was something underneath it, a more earthy scent he couldn't place. Tholo decided to figure it out later, at that moment however it didn't matter to much as Dimitri didn't seem to be a threat.
Walking down a block to Dimitri's truck. Once popping the hood, Tholo went about looking around the engine to determine why the truck wouldn't start. The simpliest of solutions would be the batter was dead but looking at the battery it seemed relatively new. Having Demitri make an attempt at starting the car, Tholo listened. The starter sounded to be all right, so he could rule that out. Next was listening for the fuel pump which sounded to be good and not going bad. Ideas went through Tholo's head on other causes for the truck not to run. There might of been a bad spark plug but he would rather be back at the shop to check that idea and even then a gut feeling told him that wasn't the problem.
Having one last option he could think of he had Demitri start the car again after removing the oil filler cap and looking inside to see the camshaft. While Demitri gave the key's a twist in the start, Tholo got his answer when the camshaft didn't move.
"Bingo! Found the problem, your timing belt is gone," Tholo said ",I can go get some tools to take it apart and replace the timing belt. Would take a couple of hours at most and cost about three hundred dollars to replace and have you up and running again."
(Insert timeskip when ready)
@Saint Girralo
Bartholomew Whitlock
Tholo gave a quick hello back to James as he left the coffee shop before returning to Dimitri's attention. Dimitri seemed to be honest and it was Tholo's job to fix cars so he decided to help Dimitri. "Well let's go take a look," Tholo said quickly drinking the rest of his coffee and getting up from the table to follow Dimitri out of Coffee Central. Once outside it was a bit easier to try and guess if Dimitri was human. While following him, Tholo took in his scent, but oddly couldn't decipher it. He smelled human but there was something underneath it, a more earthy scent he couldn't place. Tholo decided to figure it out later, at that moment however it didn't matter to much as Dimitri didn't seem to be a threat.
Walking down a block to Dimitri's truck. Once popping the hood, Tholo went about looking around the engine to determine why the truck wouldn't start. The simpliest of solutions would be the batter was dead but looking at the battery it seemed relatively new. Having Demitri make an attempt at starting the car, Tholo listened. The starter sounded to be all right, so he could rule that out. Next was listening for the fuel pump which sounded to be good and not going bad. Ideas went through Tholo's head on other causes for the truck not to run. There might of been a bad spark plug but he would rather be back at the shop to check that idea and even then a gut feeling told him that wasn't the problem.
Having one last option he could think of he had Demitri start the car again after removing the oil filler cap and looking inside to see the camshaft. While Demitri gave the key's a twist in the start, Tholo got his answer when the camshaft didn't move.
"Bingo! Found the problem, your timing belt is gone," Tholo said ",I can go get some tools to take it apart and replace the timing belt. Would take a couple of hours at most and cost about three hundred dollars to replace and have you up and running again."
(Insert timeskip when ready)
Got it will work on a post and hopefully have something up this evening as long as I don't stay late at my job.
Near the back of the crowd of other pokemon, a midnight lycanroc listened to the charmeleon's speech on the cruelty of trainers. The white spikes of her main were each dyed at the tips, alternating between red and black. Around her neck was a rusted chained collar, something she was never able to get off and now simply didn't care that was around her, it was a sign that she had broken of her shackles of her trainer and she wore it proudly. Her left ear had two piercings in it, something her old trainer had stated was to make her look cool. Her face had a unique black fur design around her features. Scars littered her body, easy to tell where they were due the fur only growing back lightly compared to the rest of her pelt. Her name was Sidia, a name she gave herself once gaining her freedom.
Sidia knew all to well the cruelty that they possessed. Her body had the scars left behind by her trainer in her old life when she was naive to it all. She had been raised at a training center when she was just a young rockruff, to be a trainer's starter pokemon. One day she got the chance to be someone's first pokemon. At first life seemed great but whatever bond was suppose to be there between pokemon and trainer never formed. Soon her trainer's true colors appeared. All he had wanted was to win and loosing was not an option. Yet no matter how many wins she gave him it never seemed to matter, there was always something to fault. It wouldn't be until she evolved that she would finally realize that there was nothing wrong in what she did but her master was just cruel. Eventually she got fed up with it.
On another day of training and verbal abuse, when her trainer went to strike her for not hitting a target the way he wanted, she lashed out, attack him and then stealing away the tiny prisons of her comrades that he had gained on their travels. Sidia fled into the concrete jungle of man, there she would carve out a place for herself and others in the back alleyways, keeping humans away and being a haven for other wandering pokemon in the human world. The only rule was not to mess with her or her companions she released from their tiny spherical prisons.
Sidia knew all to well the cruelty that they possessed. Her body had the scars left behind by her trainer in her old life when she was naive to it all. She had been raised at a training center when she was just a young rockruff, to be a trainer's starter pokemon. One day she got the chance to be someone's first pokemon. At first life seemed great but whatever bond was suppose to be there between pokemon and trainer never formed. Soon her trainer's true colors appeared. All he had wanted was to win and loosing was not an option. Yet no matter how many wins she gave him it never seemed to matter, there was always something to fault. It wouldn't be until she evolved that she would finally realize that there was nothing wrong in what she did but her master was just cruel. Eventually she got fed up with it.
On another day of training and verbal abuse, when her trainer went to strike her for not hitting a target the way he wanted, she lashed out, attack him and then stealing away the tiny prisons of her comrades that he had gained on their travels. Sidia fled into the concrete jungle of man, there she would carve out a place for herself and others in the back alleyways, keeping humans away and being a haven for other wandering pokemon in the human world. The only rule was not to mess with her or her companions she released from their tiny spherical prisons.
I'll write something up some time tomorrow.
I'm fine with just going to the end of the meeting
@Arachnid0
Going through the latest news and checking the weather, Tholo hadn't noticed the other patrons point towards him when some unlucky fellow asked about a mechanic. Normally he had no need to be alert at Coffee Central, most who entered the shop he considered harmless or at least not trying to kill him. That was why he was somewhat surprised by the sudden voice asking if he was a mechanic. He looked up from his paper to see a younger man, who had stated his name was Dimitri. Tholo didn't think he knew him, or at least had never seen him around town. Of course Tholo did spend most of his time either at home or the shop for the past several years, which only help remind him that he needed to get out more, at least after the festival was over and work on his social skills.
"Yeah, what of it?" Tholo asked gruffly, folding the paper and putting it down ",Car trouble?" He took a drink of his coffee as he waited for a response all the while on alert. While he didn't think that Dimitri was a shifter, he didn't want to take chances, he had underestimated shifters before with varying results and had learned it was best to always be on alert until he knew he could trust the other party.
"Bartholomew by the way, Tholo for short," he added as an afterthought about how his previous gruff demeanor might give the wrong impression. The day before the night of the full moon didn't help with his emotions and normally made him irritable at just about everything and he had to constantly remind himself that no one was trying to pick a fight when they talked to him.
Bartholomew Whitlock
Going through the latest news and checking the weather, Tholo hadn't noticed the other patrons point towards him when some unlucky fellow asked about a mechanic. Normally he had no need to be alert at Coffee Central, most who entered the shop he considered harmless or at least not trying to kill him. That was why he was somewhat surprised by the sudden voice asking if he was a mechanic. He looked up from his paper to see a younger man, who had stated his name was Dimitri. Tholo didn't think he knew him, or at least had never seen him around town. Of course Tholo did spend most of his time either at home or the shop for the past several years, which only help remind him that he needed to get out more, at least after the festival was over and work on his social skills.
"Yeah, what of it?" Tholo asked gruffly, folding the paper and putting it down ",Car trouble?" He took a drink of his coffee as he waited for a response all the while on alert. While he didn't think that Dimitri was a shifter, he didn't want to take chances, he had underestimated shifters before with varying results and had learned it was best to always be on alert until he knew he could trust the other party.
"Bartholomew by the way, Tholo for short," he added as an afterthought about how his previous gruff demeanor might give the wrong impression. The day before the night of the full moon didn't help with his emotions and normally made him irritable at just about everything and he had to constantly remind himself that no one was trying to pick a fight when they talked to him.
Got it will get a reply post up some time tomorrow.
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