One morning in the life of Officer Arcadia.
5:00am, another beautiful day rises with the pidgeys chirping happily over the trees. While most people still sleep under the rising sun, we shall find our dear protagonist, Arcanine Police Officer Arcadia, within her small apartment of a three-store open-sided building.
It's a small place, but our dear canine doesn't mind. Ample with light blue walls littered with posters from soap operas like "Dancing with the Butterfrees" to movies like "Grave of the Illumises", it is furnished with love and dedication not minding her current monetary status. While her bed is merely a thick mattress on the floor from where she sees her soap operas on the tube screen of that junky lil television, yeah, that one sitting atop of her drawers. There is also a small window from which she hangs a wooden planter, herbs and flowers sprouting from it carefully trimmed and taken care of.
Oh yeah, and next to it, a Wing Chun wooden dummy.
Our protagonist yawns, arriving from her morning jog with a grocery bag from the market that was still being arranged, long beige hair glistening with sweat alongside the fluffy body covered currently by jogging loose pants and a white gym shirt, her orange and black fur only visible through those thick arms. Fingers wrapped in training bandages separate her breakfast while water heats on a small oven. Being a practical creature, she prefers to make a thick bowl of noodle soup with meat for breakfast, good to fill her and with the right amount of time to be prepared, enough for her to walk outside over the grassy hill near her apartment and train direct punches over an enormous oak that she herself wrapped a thick rope against the trunk. First direct punches, one, two, three... soon ending in fifty. Then one, two, three kicks, ending also in fifty, then, one, two, three nunchaku hits, she tries a personal record of one hundred before the water boils, but is only able to do eighty six before her keen canine sense of smell catches that her breakfast is ready. Cursing herself for her laziness our gal returns home to her soup, slurping it while hearing the morning news. She swears that her next morning warm up will be more thorough, but now it's time to jog towards the police department where she works at!
After jogging through silent roads surrounded by small houses, fields of flowers, waving at neighbors and cheerily reaching the LTPD headquarters, from which she will share a nice shower with her colleagues, change into her uniform on the locker rooms, passing through the armory to gear up with fifteen pokeballs, a police-issued 'raikou' pneumatic quick-dart firing action model, a police baton and handcuffs (Fire-types like her are forbidden of using normal firearms for obvious reasons, no one wants to die due an accident involving cooked ammo).
At 7am, start her rounds cheerfully.
Laurel Town is a small and simple place to live. It's tallest buildings only reach fifteen stores at max on its center, from which the buildings get smaller and smaller till the only thing left are the quaint houses on its borders.
7:15am, Arcadia's first assignment. While on patrol near the "Red and Blue Primary School" trouble rose when Mr. Johnson, a heracross accountant dressed in a dark grey suit, felt hungry while delivering his child to class and thought that a quick snack would be good before work. So he grabbed a young Bulbassaur girl and started suckling on her bulb, which understandably irritated her father who was nearby. Though things escalated when a stray solar beam erased three rooftops. Officer Arcadia arrived at the conflict scene and reasonably tried to talk to both parents, after first calming them down through the power of friendship. And punches. Actually, most punches and kicks. Starting with a diving kick at the back of the heracross and, while surfing the insect's body over the dirt before the school, she fires a gush of flame over the face of Mr. Anderson, the venusaur manager dressed in what seemed to be a set of red working overalls, parent of the attacked girl (the venusaur, not the overall). After calmly and politely requesting them to 'calm the fuck down or else I will have roasted bug and grilled salad for breakfast', she asks for details of what happened. Unfortunately, neither of the gentlemen is interested in talking, pointed out by Mr. Anderson who kindly offer that 'bitch copper to get out of the fucking way or he will go all tentacle hentai over her ass, since he has a bug to tear apart for sucking his girl's bulb', and reinforced by Mr. Johnson who points out that it's 'his goddamn nature to suck the sap from pretty girls, but he can make an exception and suck those amazing cop tits instead'. Those arguments are accompanied by a razor leaf attack and a mighty attempt of a horn-toss, respectfully, and Officer Arcadia is regretfully forced to grin and counterattack, climbing the back of the heracross in his upward jerk, jumping over his head, opening her mouth to let a flame of breath burn the leafs to a crisp lest it cut the innocent children behind the struggle. She lands before Mr Johnson who attempts to end this conflict by swinging his clawed arm aiming for her head, thinking that, if he can dig through solid ground, he can dig through a dirty copper head. But his swing is met by the fluffy hands of thick fingers from Arcadia, one over his wrist, the other over his elbow, slipping under him and twisting his exoskeleton where it's thinner, effectively breaking it while calmly asking him to 'eat grass again motherfucker', before cuffing his broken arm to his horn and thus, if he moves his back, he would pull on his broken arm. Unfortunately, said turn of events isn't enough to satisfy Mr. Anderson, who is still intending to attack, lashing his vines towards Officer Arcadia asking her to 'come here so papa can give you a spanking you bitch'. Before the arch of vines can end, Arcadia quickly dashes forth, her feet leaving flaming marks upon the grass, ending in her fist making a crash landing on the forehead of Mr. Anderson. Politely Arcadia states that 'she was there now', and kindly offering him the choice between' calming the fuck down, or having his fucking brain turned into fried noodles', flaring her fist to make a point.
7:30am, while resuming patrol after detaining both the previous offenders, Officer Arcadia notices a teenager dewott harassing a local newspaper vendor, an old infernape, by firing his water gun, pinning the poor primate on the wall, threatening to do worse if the old geezer don't give those pokeporn magazines he hides. Politely introducing herself as an officer and requesting him to 'drop on the ground now or else I will slam your head to the pavement so hard you will pour cement through your ass', Officer Arcadia tries to stop the harassment, only to be informed by the dewott dressed like a scrafty that he 'was a water type, and thus could hand her fire ass to her any day of the week'. Unfortunately a small scuffle went through soon after, Arcadia firing her flame breath towards the teenager, who responded by using his water gun. Steam immediately filled the entire battlefield completely blocking the vision of anyone attempting to see from outside as both the flame stream and the water stream shocked. The teenager, moved by his feelings of empowerment, immediately lunged forth waving his hands in a fury cutter move, only to realize that it isn't very effective against steam. The next thing he realized though, was that the officer had jumped his second attack, coming to such apotheosis by looking up and seeing the sole of officer Arcadia's shoe land squarely on his head and fulfill her promise of slamming it on the pavement so hard he-
7:32am, after detaining the unconscious criminal using a police-issued pokeball, Officer Arcadia checks on the injured citizen of the previous assault who, while a bit harmed, assures her everything is fine and offers to 'properly thank her', indicating his intents by slithering an aged paw of bony fingers to fondle one of her breasts clad in her thick blue uniform from the front. While grabbing his small finger and gently twisting it sideways in a painful, but not harmful manner, Officer Arcadia calmly reminds the old pokemon that she just knocked out a water type with a single kick, and asks him if it would be wise to try out her patience. The old man heartedly agrees, and releases the officer, only to be fined soon after.
8:12am, while on patrol through the nearby residential blocks, Officer Arcadia is faced by five youths of different species of water-types, all using loose pants and hoodies, who inquire if the officer was 'the bitch who took their bro down'. Calmly, the officer states that she didn't 'took no bro down', she merely did her duty and 'taught a poor uneducated soul properly manners and how pavement tastes', and offers the same enlightening experience to the group if they don't back down and go back to school. The group's leader, a Poliwhirl, laughs and asks 'what a fire type copper bitch can do against five water types', while his partners start inflating, indicating their intent on using water guns. Politely, the officer replies 'this' and, with a trained swift movement of pulling her taser gun fires five straight shots. While Arcadia flips each one of the twitching youths on the floor and gently steps on them, so they will pour out the water stored for the water guns harmlessly, she kindly informs them that, while a fight against five water types would be fun, she has a lot to do, and wants to prevent collateral damage.
8:30am, Officer Arcadia stops by a police terminal, handles the eight pokeballs containing criminals, refilling her supplies. Upon being asked if she would need further reinforcements or more weapons, the officer replied that no, thanks, it was a slow day.
9:00am, Answering a request for aid, Officer Arcadia arrives at the 'Paradise Falls' residential building where she had to explain... again... to Ms. Munroe that, no, even if you own the building it's still considered a crime to invade your tenants apartments and that a door is a door, and thus still considered boundaries that can't be crossed without consent even, specially, if her muk body can just slither from underneath. Also she has to explain that 'a morning wake-up blowjob' is a thing she should do to her own husband, not to the machoke living downstairs. Fortunately there isn't further need to reinforce those arguments with fists, and the officer departs after the proper protocols. Probably the abused tenant will exchange not pressing charges with some free-rent months. Again.
9:12am, Officer Arcadia stops to buy some pokepuffs at a local grocery store.
9:13am, Officer Arcadia is interloped by a male manetric sharply dressed in jeans and a button shirt, who kindly extends the invitation to 'rut like beasts behind that store'. Arcadia amiably refuses, saying 'No, thanks, you are cute but I'm on duty and I prefer to have a drink first', but the male insists, grasping her arm and leaning forward, stating that he 'really needed to fuck, please' and even if answered with 'if you need to breed so bad go to a pokecenter', he presses on. Normally she'd merely break the guy's arm with a swift movement, toss him through the shop's door if he struggled and ko him with a knee on his back, but police training told her that something was wrong. First the officer stares at the manetric's eyes while sniffing his breath. No sign of drugs and, unlike the previous perpetrators, there was no aggression in his grip, only despair. So the officer merely twists the manetric's arm, kicking the back of his leg so he loses his balance, and quickly knocks him out with a punch on the back of his head, enough to capture him with a police pokeball. Further analysis with a police pokedex indicated that she was right, Huen Jiann, father of three, had abnormally high levels of testosterone. It seemed that his hormonal levels were synced with his wife's and she got in heat, but since she was in a trip, he couldn't properly unload it from his system and got desperate. It wasn't a crime per se, since it wasn't the poor sod's fault, but it was under her responsibilities to prevent people from going rabid and raping the nearest girl, and thus she sends the pokeball to a nearby pokecenter.
9:15am, Officer Arcadia buys her pokepuffs.
9:47am, gives back the purse of a robbed woman, informing the lady that just because her robber was invisible, doesn't mean he didn't had a scent. Said robber, a keckleon, writhes unconscious under her shoe.
10:32am, while retrieving the dart from between the eyes of a twitching unconscious poliwrath who attacked her after kindly asking 'why the fuck have you arrested my kids you copper bitch', Officer Arcadia wonders what the hell it is with water types this morning.
11:00am, whew! Pause for lunch! Officer Arcadia goes to the nearest udon joint to get a large bowl of meat-and-vegetables special. While slurping her noodles, she makes a mental checklist of things to do. After the afternoon patrol she will return to the department for debriefing, train with firearms (while she can't carry them, she has to learn how to use them), train a bit with the older officers, probably... no, certainly to have her ass kicked, return home... While she waits for her soap opera, train punches and fast kicks, push-ups, tra- Her thoughts are interrupted by a slowpoke wielding a shotgun and a balaclava brazenly yelling that 'this is a robbery, and don't you dare call the fucking cops' not seeming to realize that there has been a pokemon police department right next door... for eleven years.
It seems it would be a slow day indeed.
