As Soul heaves around a giant, heavy black case held with both arms, she gently places it down and knocks at the door of a humungous mansion, and quickly runs off back to the giant Charzard gijinkan for her to take Soul to another destination - back to the city that's one mountain away from the Poketopia City. Taking the trains were less efficient, and so she had hired someone to take her on long distances - she needed to cut time for home and transportation. Short distances, she can cover - but with long distances, she<span style="font-style: italic">needs</span>some assistance. Sure, it was awkward for a while, having someone carrying you for a very, VERY seemingly long while, but things got done much quicker than before.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Phew ... the last of 'em. Finally.</span>It was around the late afternoon, and Soul had finished delivering the minor items to their respectful owners. It had been her job to guard the business's work and transportation and to detect, be aware, and to protect the items from unwanted, grabby, and nosy visitors. From trains to sea ports, and from parks to sky towers and from alleyways to abandoned buildings, it was a mere small thing for her part - to simply watch over things and to be sure that natural disasters are forewarned. And if it requires risks to get things done on time, she'll take it as long as it doesn't take her life. She also has to take dozens of fights against hooligans every once in a while, but they were nothing. For they were, really, just the ones who're weak of gijinkan moral. They're wimps, and punks who have no respect for anything. There're also the one's who thinks they can get away with everything because they believe they were 'born with the luck that no one has', but no matter what you have, have inherited, or who you think you are, mindlessness and cheap spirit will never get you anywhere - especially in becoming a fighter.<br/><br/>The Charzard gijinkan soon arrives at a small train station of a city. The Absol gets off as she pays the Charzard, and the two depart. The Absol then lightly runs off through the city, careful in not bumping into people or into busy streets filled with rushing cars, towards the forests and up the mountains.<br/><br/>She quickly puts down her bag and settles with some food and drinks and organizes her gains as she tries to study as much as she could from the books the manager had given her, taking notes and all - not only to do her job, but to also not slack off with keeping her intelligence up to date.<br/><br/>After taking a portion of the very late day in the home, she readies herself once again to get back out into Poketopia. This time, to the building far east of the high school in order to report in her finished duties to one of the 'checkpoint' managers, for they are located in many areas and cities for convenience. She places her documents back in the bag and picks up the luggage and puts it on as she heads out the door once again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> A moment later ... </span><br/><br/>At the high school crossroad, she turns to her right as she starts to head down the street.