Ruckus and Ruins

Quakes have been stirring up The Deadlands. With all of the debris and crumbling structures someone or some pokemon could get hurt. [Draw or Write about your trainer trying to assist with cleaning up after the quakes or helping to secure structures to prevent future injuries. Be warned! The noise may disturb wild pokemon - and they say a large pokemon has recently made the ruckus and ruin it's new home.] 
Word Count: 800

       Eyes were boring into the back of his head. Isaiah had heard about the Quakes that were stirring up the deadlands and how it was sending everything crumbling down. People were at risk of getting hurt, Pokemon were at risk of getting hurt- it was a whole hot mess so he figured that even if it wasn't a lot, maybe he could help a little bit. It was a good idea, but unfortunately he wasn't the only one with that thinking. 

 

       John was here as well, the larger and bulkier man staring him down with an intensity that could kill. It caused a small trickle of sweat to drip down the back of Isaiah's neck as he leaned down to try and move some of the debrie and pretend they simply didn't exist. "Does Noir know you're here?" John's voice came from behind him and it sent shivers up his spine. "Does Celeste know? Did you tell anyone you were coming here." Very rarely would he ever explicitly talk to John on his own so to be here one on one was... uncomfortable. 

 

       "... If they did, would I be here?" 

 

       The answer was no. If either of the other two knew he had come to the Deadlands in the middle of all this they would raise hell. Anyone actually who knew Isaiah would raise hell and that was something John knew, and something that John scowled over. They reached forward and picked up the rock that Isaiah had been trying to move and moved it on his behalf. Carrying it towards the hovering crate that they were using to transport the rubble.

 

       "No, and that's because you shouldn't be here. Go and sit down, you're a god damn twig. What are you doing trying to lift this shit up, it'll break you in half long before you can move it an inch." 

 

       Isaiah quieted down where he was, the vileplume fusion shifted aimlessly from side to side before he gave a quiet nod and went to wander off. It was a bit discouraging to be sent away like that but he was used to it by now and sat on the very crate he previously was working to fill. John took over the section that he'd been working on, muttering and mumbling away while sorting through the rubble. There had been some pokemon in the vicinity who were injured but they'd already been sent off to the local Pokecenters- now it was just cleaning up the mess. The two of them. Alone for now...

 

       "What were you even thinking you could do Isaiah, really. I get that you used to be some big scary bigshot, but right now a strong breeze could probably blow you over. If another quake hit you'd be in serious trouble- what if you came across some of the larger pokemon who have been moving in lately? None of your pokemon are particularly great at protection." Silence. "...Isaiah. Did you even bring any of your pokemon?"

 

       Silence once more filled the desolate air. Isaiah turned his gaze away from John to instead survey the remaining landscape. There were no large structures here, at one point this was the location of a rather dingy looking shed but it fell to pieces in the quakes and was now being put in the crate. "... John. You didn't bring any pokemon with you either." He pointed out under his breath. 

 

       The frail looking man assumed they wouldn't hear them. John just pushed over a large wooden beam and was caught up in the middle of a coughing fit due to the dust it shot out yet somehow he still heard the Vileplume. Pink eyes once more looked as if they might murder him.

 

       "...Then we've both done fucked up haven't we." He growled out. "I at least, could run away though." 

 

       Fair point. If they did stumble across one of the larger and more deadly pokemon John could run while Isaiah? Isaiah would be caught. "Well... It's a good thing then that we aren't where those pokemon are. This area is flat, if anything large approaches we can see. I don't believe you are blind." 

 

       John scowled at that. The crate was nearly filled with broken stone, snapped wood and shards of glass so with Isaiah still sitting ontop of it John began to push it towards the drop off point. They weren't the only ones out here trying to clear the deadlands after all, they merely were the ones doing this section. Once they dropped the crate off they'd get another and would come back to resume. "And when that happens I suppose I'll just carry you as we run, yeah?"

 

       "I believe so." Isaiah's legs swayed off the side of the box as he watched the word slowly pass by. "That's what you're doing right now anyways."