Z I V - ⚙️

--in himself.

“Call me Ziv — Argentum Trade Guild Salvager. If you ever find yourself in need of supplies, we're bound to have it.

What do I call you, sir?”

The Jolteon nodded.
“Yeah, its how I make most of my money. Though, you gotta be ready to fight. Ferals, an' some of the old machines can be really dangerous.

Typically salvagers hang around a rescuer, or a mercenary but I can handle myself.”

The Jolteon smiled. Clearly the anthro was confident--

--unit. Probably barely functioned before Ziv came along and took everything out of it.

“The idea is to sell 'em, get the parts repurposed for folk. You'd be surprised what can be reused from these hunks of metal!

Guessin' you're patrolling? Good to know the roads are looked after!”

The inside of the machine's cavity was strewn wires, but the machine now also lacked a proper power source, as well as some essential components that handled its logic and such.

Seems the Jolteon cleared out what was important. Looks like the machine might've been some old autonomous combat--

--appearance was strikingly different from Charizard's he's met.. the distinct wings, black scales.

But the gear? Indicated a lawman. Nothing to fear.

“Didn't expect to see anyone out this far!
Hope you don't mind salvagers in these parts — I was jus' strippin' this machine for parts.”

He was waist deep in the old husk of machinery, the Charizard could hear the sounds of rustling.

Ziv's ears flicked. He could hear heavy footfalls getting close. Signs of a bigger 'mon.

The anthro pulled his head out of the machine, as he angled his head up to the Zard in question. His-->

Sword stabbed in the ground, the anthro Jolteon was already at work picking apart some old machine he found.

Just after fending off some feral Pokemon a moment ago. The adjustment from performing adrenaline filled combat, to the steady paws needed to salvage was almost natural for him.

“Well, I'd get why — traveling far from where you know takes guts. I know that better than anyone.

.. Before I make any assumptions, do y'think your trainer *wants* to see those regions? Or do you think theres somethin' else that calls to her?”

--elaborate, but was stopped at the last moment.

“Guess you know how to fight too if you're trusted to lead! So.. are you an' your trainer the kind that tackles gym's and the like?”

“Really now? Us anthrotype come with human language as the default tongue. Guess it's cause we walk the line between 'mon and human..

Still, sounds like you an' your trainer are close! I was.. kinda on my own from the get go..”

The anthro Jolteon pensively responded. Seemed he was going to--

“Explorin' is fun. It does get a little frustratin' when I can't find anything worth selling, though...

But hey! Glad you found me if meeting 'mon is what you're after! Can you tell me a bit more about yourself Sapphire? Could tell you all about the trade guild after, if you'd like!”

“Pleased to meetcha, Sapphire! Always a pleasure to meet an Eeveelution.

Call me Ziv, salvager for the trade guild, at your service~!”

He smiled and pointed a thumb at himself.

“So Sapphire, what brings you to these parts? Not much out this way other than salvage and junk parts last I checked.”

The bipedal Jolteon's ears flicked up, before turning over to the Espeon before smiling.

“Oh, never seen an anthrotype I take it? There's a few of us out there, but we're a bit uncommon.”

The Jolteon explained.

“Given.. thats what stood out about me, that is. Eheh.”

“Salvage hauls have been rough this week... Think I'm through with the worst of it though.

.. The jobs paid nice though. Guess that's all I care about in the end, risk aside.”

“--about Iron Island? You said you were takin' care of it, I know, but I don't know anything about this place other than that dried up mine..

Is there something else significant about this place?”

“Hey, that'd be great! I'd appreciate the assistance, if you don't mind.”

The anthro Jolteon looked up toward the entrance of the mine, getting ready to go have a look.

“By the way, call me Ziv! I didn't get your name..
Also, if you don't mind me askin', is there.. something mor' significant--”

“--you're familiar with the salvager trade, but the work I do helps a lot of folk out..!

So.. with your permission, I'd like to have a look.”

The Jolteon nodded. Seemed she was as good of a person to ask as any..

“Well, I hope you can answer this question. I wanted permission to go salvaging in the old mine up there.

I heard that there might be some machinery worth taking apart that may have some decent parts.

I dunno--”

--with a more human-esque anatomy, spoke a human tongue clearly, was clothed and seemingly equipped for exploring..

Begged the question of what his request was..

--house in sight.. did this human live alone?

“Are.. you the person who looks over this island, by any chance? I had a request in regards to this place.”

He asked briefly. This individual that had arrived on Iron Island.. possessed all the hallmarks of your typical Jolteon, yet stood upright--

The anthro Jolteon paused as the door swung open becore being greeted by the stranger clad in blue.

“That'd be me.”

The Jolteon responded with a smile. He adjusted the sword on his back, waving up to her, before ascending up the stairs fully.

A quick look around would reveal this was the only--

--still searching for any sign of life on the rocky island...

--go to folk that can use it versus sitting in some damp old mine.

Stepping onto the dock the anthro Jolteon looked around, before proceeding up the stairs of Iron Island.

“Huh.. it's pretty quiet.. does anyone even lives around here?”

The anthro Jolteon spoke to himself,--

|| CLOSED STARTER FOR @risingauraguardian.bsky.social ||

Information of Iron Island's abandoned mining operation had became known to a certain salvager.

He was unsure if he would get the permission to salvage the old machinery from the mines, if there was any to find that is.. better for it to--

|| ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ||
• LIKE FOR A SHORT STARTER •

>RTS ARE APPRECIATED TO SPREAD THE WORD!
>DMs are also open for general plotting purposes!

|| ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ||
• LIKE FOR A SHORT STARTER •

>RTS ARE APPRECIATED TO SPREAD THE WORD!
>DMs are also open for general plotting purposes!

*CLANG!*

“Nearly got the shell off.. c'mon..—!”

He's just whacking the metal shell of an old machine with his broadsword, every hit makes an audible *CLANG!*

It's not exactly nice on the ears..

// I'm still here — I'm mostly just lurking and looking for accounts to follow + possible interaction opportunities

Might remake my starter call for those interested.

“Poachers? The kind that targets feral 'mon, right?”

The Jolteon thought to himself.. that's gonna be a problem. They could lock that area down if they want to poach freely.

“.. Guys like that need to be pushed out of the area. Worst we could do is have a look, see what needs to be done.”

“Something in the forest—?”

The anthro Jolteon suddenly chimes in approaching the trainer.

Info like this interest him. And you know, forests are prime salvage spots. Good to be informed.

“Sorry if it's none of my business — but I thought I'd ask. What's goin' on?”