"Miss Beckett Swiftaria?"
"Mm. Yes, butler?"
"My lady, I sincerely hate to intrude upon your morning rest, but I have successfully scheduled your appointment."
"Ah. My money-throwing event, I assume?"
"Precisely. Er, I apologize again for waking you..."
"Oh, no need for that. I've been sleeping far too long in my luxurious, queen mattress bed anyways. I should get to dressing in my walk-in closet... Must choose my outfit from the thousands available. Takes quite a bit of time, doesn't it, butler?"
"Indeed, indeed. And while you do that, might I compensate for my intrusion by fixing your breakfast?"
"Oh, that'd be very kind kind of you, butler. The usual, please."
"Scrambled eggs with flakes of gold?"
"Yes, marvelous! With gem-encrusted napkins on the side, if you would."
Weavile was so imprudent to prick her with a claw. Beck shot awake as they'd stabbed her instead, which her Pokemon only sniffed oh-so-cheekily at, only making her madder.
"Good Goldeen, that was the best dream I've had in months, and you just had to wake me up during it!" They were already hobbling away but Beck was still able to fit in a "Thanks for nothing!" as her Weavile turned the other cheek.
But speaking of gold, the grains of sand stuck to Beck's tight black clothes made her look quite a mess. Her hair probably looked even worse; she hadn't dyed it in a while. Opportunity to do so was few and far in-between. A spy-ish bandit lifestyle didn't have the perks of settled-down Kantonian life. True, she had the occasional hide out and bag of possessions, but if she
could settle down, Beck might have done it. However, a chance arose unlike one other. Some information on insurmountable treasure on this very area of the Theseus archipelago made itself known.
Some old, dried-up battlegrounds with all sorts of relics lost in the dirt. I won't be the first to explore it, but I might be the first to find that diamond!
Yes, "diamond" was the magic world in this case. Beck needed to scrape together as much Poke as possible--or Gillies, as they were called here. Theseus was remarkably different than her home region. Far off the maps; it had taken near a week to reach it by sea. Still, its culture hardly varied from the usual, Trainers and all. Beck liked it, she supposed. Even if she didn't, it was still be necessary to work with it.
Or work for that diamond!
Her mind had been on the prize, when she'd arrived by nightfall on this particular island, and even during her dreams. Wealth couldn't be far away. She could smell it, coating the inside of her nostrils and back of her throat. Beck inhaled deeply.
Wealth and good fortune... But it was actually the scent of raw fish, and Beck gagged at its foulness. Delibird was jubilant and also a hearty eater. They gobbled up their fresh seafood with glee, Weavile following suit, carefully picking at the bones which got stuck to their frosty claws. With a snarl, they decided to try a less cautious method and dumped the meat into their mouths. Beck only watched disapprovingly at the savagery.
I would teach them some civility if they weren't so darn independent. I should look for a Growlithe or something...