Grit against the grit (Open)

Once upon a time, an isle was all that stood in a world enshrouded by broken thoughts and incomprehensible data. All stood peacefully on this quiet paradise, while Pokémon and human both reigned free to do as they pleased.. Yet all was not well in paradise. The growing darkness that had consumed the world then crept its' way towards the isle. Yet when all would have been lost, a savior came from the heart of the world to break the corrupted tide and punish those who would have treated it as a simple game to enjoy.

The humans, together with their Pokémon, would defeat the hero who defended the isle. He was sealed away into the heart of the world, lost within patches, trapped within time to never again be seen.

But the people will not be safe forever.

The almighty will one day return...

"Damn it all to hell!"

The painting crashed to the dusty settlement ground. Once again, Lucky had no luck when it came to framing up a house. His first incident had been when he'd been striking himself with nails at the crack of dawn. He'd since made up the framework of the damned house, but now he had a new problem-This sign, this accursed sign.

"How the hell am I gonna open this pub without a sign up?" Lucky mused. He was building a pub for the town. Every good home needed a place to come eat and drink just a stone's throw away. Without such a place in reach, a home was just a house. He'd gotten the idea for it after discovering (mooching off of other people's knowledge, for half of the cases) some damn fine recipes across his travels, as well as seeing what everyone else had been building. In particular, he'd seen that a guy named Orion was shacking up a saloon. It was a pretty damn nice looking place, set yeeeaaa off into the western part of town.

He'd let that guy be in charge of the drinks for the town. He didn't want to step on any toes here, and he never went to the pub for the drinks anyway. It was always for the grilled and fried food addiction that he couldn't shake away. To that end, he needed a good foundation to be able to store food, which is what he'd been working on this whole time. He'd been late to the party, and late to the project. Lucky would've been far behind everyone else in progress (most of all that Orion guy) had it not been for the willingness of his Pokémon to help him build up this humble hole in the wall.

Thankfully, because of their tremendous efforts, Lucky had a solid foundation. A gothic brickwork laid out short and stocky walls to really make it feel like that hole-in-the-wall that Lucky loved to go to on the weekend since he was a little lass, while a timber support frame was added like a crown around it to give it a more western, almost saloon-like feeling. It was like a castle that one could actually see plausibly in the wild west. Lucky would've named it the Alamo had he any knowledge of the Americas whatsoever.

Instead, he had this terrible sign that he'd painted with a few resources, one of which may or may not have been a developer's feature to add in parts of the picture. Thankfully, it was a feature that was eventually going to be a mainstay-picture uploading, mostly for the sake of guild art. Lucky had done the painting himself, though.

As for why an evil sign had currently fallen under the pub's label of "Lucky's Hard Boot", there were several reasons. For one, it stood out. For another, he was doing it as a test. He wanted to see if the bugger really would show up for some reason, as if from the grave to respond to Lucky's quiet taunt. He still had business to do with that damned piece of broken protocols.

Most of all, it was a reminder: a reminder that C0D13 was gone, that not even his image could hurt anyone anymore.

Well, that's the message he wanted to give, anyway. The difficult part was actually moving all of this stuff. He wanted the painting behind the crook of the building's canopy, so it wouldn't be modestly hidden behind the word-sign of the pub. However, he had a hell of a time trying to even get the damn thing up there to begin with. It was the same deal with many of the furniture he had yet to move into the building--He simply lacked the energy to do it all. His Pokémon had tired themselves out to make the framework as well, and were by the side of the building in a big napping corner. Lucky didn't fault them-his partners had gotten more than ever should have been done in such a short time.

"But I'll be damned if this isn't the rut of the week..!" Honestly, Lucky wished he could take a break and do this tomorrow, yet furniture was here and there was no telling what would happen to it if he left it unattended in the street. He wished that he had someone to help right about now.