[Back on the road for Tifa's Grand Adventure to finding other jobs and hobbies she's passionate about! It was during a conversation with Lance when she decided that she would give her all into becoming the greatest Pokemon rancher in all of the Void... starting with the chickens, if one could even call them that (or Pokemon, but no one has told them otherwise).
She's conveniently found some useful items that have washed up on the beach that she thinks could help her in building the fence and coop that she promised to put together—pieces of lumber, metal scraps, bits and bolts, even some tools!—that she's carried all the way back to the forest surrounding Mortis Lake where the featherless birds are most commonly found.
Anyone within the vicinity will be able to hear a mix of banging and rattling, whether it's echoing through the trees... or in their own heads (sorry!) followed by an uttered string of curses when it doesn't sit quite right, not in the way she would like it to.]
Oh, come on! If I just will it to work, would that be enough!?
[At the source of the racket, Tifa will be standing with what appears to be a square of wooden planks nailed together, but it's crooked and looks like it will fall apart the moment she takes her hands off it. She's strong, but not the greatest at carpentry all on her own, so any help would be... nice...
Alternatively, she's had to wrestle with the chickens over the course of her project. She's barely started and they've already started climbing all over her supplies, and she's had to rush over and pick them up one by one to move them off so none of them hurt themselves on the pieces of sharp metal. It's like she's babysitting a group of toddlers: they're loud, fast, and don't understand a word she says.]
Now, you behave! [Her voice is stern as she waggles a finger at them, once again unaware that she may be overheard from a distance.] I'm trying to build you a home, you know!
[Has she been talking to the chickens? Yes. Yes, she has.]
chicken coop ✨
She's conveniently found some useful items that have washed up on the beach that she thinks could help her in building the fence and coop that she promised to put together—pieces of lumber, metal scraps, bits and bolts, even some tools!—that she's carried all the way back to the forest surrounding Mortis Lake where the featherless birds are most commonly found.
Anyone within the vicinity will be able to hear a mix of banging and rattling, whether it's echoing through the trees... or in their own heads (sorry!) followed by an uttered string of curses when it doesn't sit quite right, not in the way she would like it to.]
Oh, come on! If I just will it to work, would that be enough!?
[At the source of the racket, Tifa will be standing with what appears to be a square of wooden planks nailed together, but it's crooked and looks like it will fall apart the moment she takes her hands off it. She's strong, but not the greatest at carpentry all on her own, so any help would be... nice...
Alternatively, she's had to wrestle with the chickens over the course of her project. She's barely started and they've already started climbing all over her supplies, and she's had to rush over and pick them up one by one to move them off so none of them hurt themselves on the pieces of sharp metal. It's like she's babysitting a group of toddlers: they're loud, fast, and don't understand a word she says.]
Now, you behave! [Her voice is stern as she waggles a finger at them, once again unaware that she may be overheard from a distance.] I'm trying to build you a home, you know!
[Has she been talking to the chickens? Yes. Yes, she has.]