Traveller's Check

[Crispin Yates]

It made sense some of what his mom paid for would actually go into his pocket, but the thought of being able to just walk up and collect it made him excited.  After all, who didn't love getting to decide exactly what to spend his money on?  Which reminded him... what would he spend his money on?  Maybe he would get something for Cilla, or a fuzzy carpet for Jove to sit in and suck up all it's static.  Whatever he decided on, he would be able to decide it for himself.  Well, along with the Pokemon that didn't leave his side now.  Cecillia was tucked away in her ball, but Jove instead hid on top of Crispin's head, burrowed deep into his hair.  It was where Crispen often found the bug, but it didn't bother him.  At the very least he never had to worry about accidentally shocking someone; besides, the little guy was cute.

Trotting up to the desk with his hands in his pocket, he smiled jovially to the attendant.  "Hey, wond'ful day we're having, isn't it?" Paid for money or not, it didn't hurt to be nice to the person handing it to him.

[Eristotle]

Do you believe in magic?



I believe in cold, hard cash.

[Crispin Yates]

That time again, it seemed.   The last time he had gotten some cash it went towards getting Cellia and Jo some new moves, and it seemed to be a good start.  He felt like he still had a ways to go in training before they had any real potential, but as with his exploring he was pacing himself with training this time around.  It was hard, granted, but at least none of his Pokemon resented him.  And his team was growing, too; doubled in size since the he started!  Sure he'd seen some others with plenty more, but there was time.  So many places to explore, so little time; and yet here he was spending his precious moments gathering some dough.

[Eristotle]

Your timing was quite fortunate.



Perhaps even magical?

[Crispin Yates]

It was quite the busy week.  With everything that had happened, Crispin realized now more than ever he needed every penny he could manage to scavenge.  Between that, needing to train up his team more, and worrying about possible future attacks he knew he wasn't about to get time to rest anytime soon either.  Walking through the halls with Jove the Galvantula still sitting on his head because the poor Pokemon is sure he's still small enough to do so, Crispin ended up at the offices to collect his usual 'paycheck'.  It wasn't all that much, but it was still a pretty enough penny that he couldn't very well go without it either.  Pay was pay, and he'd definitely take it.

[Eristotle]

And divide by the square of 0.



Suddenly, money.

[Crispin Yates]

The craziness from the attack had mostly calmed down, but Crispin still felt on edge.  He held the small rabbit they had caught in his arms as she slept, and while he was glad to have added her to their team, he still worried it wouldn't be enough.  That Origin member stomped them, and it was two against one.  If there was another attack, would the Academy be able to hold them off a second time?  Would all of their training be enough?  His head swam with a thousand thoughts on his way to the financial center to get his allowance.  At the very least the extra cash would help him get his team up to snuff for when it came down to it.

[Eristotle]

Delicious money.



Magical money.

[Crispin Yates]

Money money money.  It made the world go 'round, right?  Or so they said.  It may not have necessarily made his world go, but it at least helped him train his team and eat day to day.  Still, just like before he wandered towards the financial aid offices to get his usual check.  Jove the Galvantula continued holding his job as Crispin's hat, drawing strange looks from the office workers.  Shrugging helplessly, Crispin laughed.  He didn't have the heart to break it to the bug that he just wasn't so little anymore, and besides, he wasn't really hurting anything.  What did he have to prove to the people that were just going to hand him some cash and send him on his way, anyway?

[Seta]

ROLLIN!

ROLLIN!