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Post by Feather on Mar 30, 2008 7:48:21 GMT 10
The thigh-high, brown, soft hide leather boots cut a path through the thick flower beds. Occasionally she'd stop at a pink flower and stomp it into the ground, twisting her foot on its petals as one twisted their toes on a burnt out cigarette. Occasionally she let out a sneeze, damn her allergies, and this incorrigible town of overly friendly people! They all had the same reaction when they saw her, the waved, and yelled a cheery greeting. Some even invited her over for a early lunch, seeing as her little Poochenya looked hungry. For the most part she ignored the happy locals, but they really were beginning to get on her nerves! Which she didn't have that many of to start with.
A young child and his mother waved at her. Clenching her teeth she watched as they opened their mouths and beat them to it; "Say hello and good morning to me, and I will shove one of these fucking flowers up your happy ass." The mother who was sufficiently shocked had put her fingers in her son's ears, and hurried him out of the way of the overly angry, and very rude teenage girl. Which gladdened red haired Maddie.
Beneath her orange tinted goggles her eyes slowly retured to their original size. News and caution flew through like wildfire in a small town like this. So many left her alone. A smirk replaced the tight lipped silence she had been forced to keep. That was when a noise resembling a gun shot hit her ears, being trained for this she hit the ground, her eyes looking in the direction it had come, behind her. Her hand came up sticky with a odd clear substance, which was glued to the back of a--eggshell? <sluggy! MA MA! Slugm!> Which translated to nothing in human, but to Maddie it meant her egg had finally hatched. Taking her pack from the shoulders she dumped the quivering baby on the ground, and shook her head. Man was it useless looking! It looked like something served for school lunch! "I am going to call you--" Well she couldn't call it ugly, or useless. So tapping her fingers on her chin she whistled.
The Gray shape if her Poochenya worming through the grass caused her to nod. "Help me name it Yakuza." The blue eyed, and clack nosed canine wrinkled his nose in disgust, and leaned forward to sniff at it. The little silver earring in his ear jingled as he did so. The Slugma meanwhile looked up at the pair obviously confused, and just a bit frightened. <Nam' her Madd? Well let's call the little bitch---Fyri--> Madd rolled her eyes, leave it to him to pick out a horrible, sophisticated name. "How bout we don't you little bastard. Who asked you anyhow?" The Poochenya hunkered low on the ground a snarl ripping fron his throat, and leapt at Madd, his little body easily pushing her to the ground. His teeth and powerful jaws reached toward her fur ensconced throat. Maddie lifted up one gloved hand and wrapped it around his throat, the force cauing him to squirm and whimper. Managing to keep his teeth away from her face, with the other she firmly cuffed him about the head, sending him rolling to the ground a few feet away. The little dog growled low and deep, the rumbling noise formed into words. <You got no righ' to touch me Madd.> The Girl was ignoring him, and had picked up the little Slugma, and sat the little babe on her shoulder and started walking, where? WHEREVER THE HELL SHE WANTED! According to everyone who didn't piss me off Suli Island is a myth, they why could I send Niggy postcards there? and get them back? "Me and Mafi will leave your fat whiny ass behind if you don't hurry it up Yaku." The Poochenya growled and began following his friend through the grass. Both he and Maddie sneezing periodically. vThe Poohchenya's hurt ego did the only thing it could, convince itself that his name was better with this thought: WHAT KINDA NAME IS MAFI!?
Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a match, Maddie lit up. Her head soon becoming cloaked in a wreath of dark grey, smoke.
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Post by Xatch on Apr 2, 2008 10:20:48 GMT 10
This seemed an odd place for any member of Team Pravus to be. Vhenkil was quite a small town, one that often escaped the notice of even novice trainers. There wasn't really much here. There were a few homes, a pokemon center, and a pokemart. Sure, there were some interesting wild pokemon around, but one couldn't find wild pokemon in town, now could one? No, of course not. So what would bring a Team Pravus member - much less a Commander - to this tiny town? Well... That was a good question. Call it scouting, if you will. Or if you won't, call it pure, simple curiosity. Either way, the man currently making his way slowly down the streets of the town drew a lot of looks, not because of his less-than-normal gait (he walked with the aid of a cane), but because of the simple fact that he seemed not to be from around here.
Of course, the people here were as pleasant as ever. Jacen would walk by, down the center of the street, and the townsfolk who walked by on either side would nod and smile and sometimes offer a "good morning" or "how are you?" or something of the like. Really, the town was a pleasant place to be. Even the houses - which were tiny cottages compared to what Jacen was used to back in Starbright City - held a certain quaint charm. The flowerboxes in the windows were just beginning to grow stalks of what would be flowers or herbs in a number of weeks, and every now and then a "pet" pokemon like a poochyena or a zigzagoon would come rushing out a doggy door, yapping or simply running off into the streets. It was a very communal, quiet sort of town where nothing extreme ever happened. It was absolutely not the sort of place where Jacen could ever force himself to live. It was far too boring.
Still, it was a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of Starbright City... For a while. He wouldn't stay here for long. Actually, the minute he got back to Starbright City he planned on throwing another cocktail party. Whether he'd invite anyone who wanted to come or just a few specific people he had yet to see. He could always shmooze with the higher-ups at Team Pravus by inviting them, along with the other Commanders and maybe a couple Generals. But then, some of the Generals tended to be a bit rash. Jacen didn't like the idea of a fight breaking out on his property, especially not a pokemon battle. Fun as they were to watch, they were damaging to property. Anyone who has ever had a ground-type use a dig attack in his or her backyard would understand how he felt on this matter (and yes, he had experienced this before, by the way).
"Jacen, when precisely do you plan on leaving this little thorp of a city?" came a smooth, purring voice from somewhere around the Pravus Commander's thigh. He looked down, seeing Hatshepsut walking there and looking up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she peered up into the sun, which was behind his head. "I would very much like to get back to either the house or the headquarters. Perhaps there I can wash this foul-smelling mud off my paws." she purred. Jacen noted with a smile that she didn't seem to have a spot of mud or dirt on her, as usual. "Really Jacen, what is keeping us here?" she demanded, her voice slightly more irritated now. Jacen shrugged slightly, pausing for a moment to turn and face Hatshepsut. "I happen to like the air here. It's very clean. You can always go back in your pokeball, if you wish." he said, pulling the empty pokeball out of his pocket. The persian glared at him for a moment, then turned and continued ahead, her tail swaying back and forth haughtily. Jacen simply smiled and continued forward. Hatshepsut liked to complain sometimes, but she was one of his favorite companions, which was why he'd removed her from the computer system at the pokemon center here.
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Post by Feather on Apr 2, 2008 10:55:07 GMT 10
"So Mafi what do you want to do?" Looking down at her torn, and dusty clothing frankly she wanted to wash up, and go find some new clothes. Not to mention she wanted to contact the airport about sending over her back. If some happy ass bastard hadn't already crashed it, which wasn't very likely. <I don't care--Wjayeva ya want mum.> At the word 'Mum' the Girl stiffened up, and glared at the Slugma, not that the hatchling could tell under the heavily tinted glassses. "It's Maddie--call me mum one mroe time and we'll see how much you like swimming." By the tone of her voice the babe knew very well she wouldn't like this 'swimming'. <Yes Maddie.> The girl smiled, and raised one gloved, and yellow ringed had, which she gently patted the little female pokemon on the head with.
Behind them the Poochenya had paused, and had lifted his head to sniff the air. A growl rippled from his throat, that was a higher leveled pokemon, that was for damn sure. Wrinkling his short pig like snout e trotted back up to join Maddie. The flowers tickling his nose as he did so, bring about many sneezes, and many petals falling to tjhe ground, each one caused in one form or another by the little hound ripping them apart with his teeth. <Don' know if ya've noticed or not but there's a morph up there.>
Maddie shrugged, she had known already. Pulling the cigarette from between her clenched teeth she blew three rings of smoke in the air. "Your point Yaku?" Frankly unless it was a long lost relative, or Bug coming towards her(which she doubted due to the 'tap'tap' of a cane) they could go to hell. Turning around she couldn't help but smirk, there was now a giant path of destruction through the perfectly aligned pastel flowers. The Slugma on her shoulder was rather confused, why did all the other humans not like her trainer? <Why do all those people look frightened of ya Maddie?> She inquired, twisting her flexible head so it now loomed in front of the girl's face. "because they are just a bunch of puss--pansys, like these flowers." Hell if any of tose little mutts came close to her Poochenya, well it would make nice confetti by the time he was done with it.
Not caring if she bumped into the man, who she now saw had a cane, she continued walking. The poochenya lifted his nose into the air at the sight of the spoiled cat. She had been the one ocmplaining about mud. Besides cats were pampered little morons, most of which sat on their traienrs laps, and pushed buttons until the humans purred. Je'd like to see someone try that with Madd. <Madd-->
The trainer rolled her orange eyes, of course the mutt didn't understand that replying back was dangerous, it would show tha she herself was a pokemorph, way before she had wanted to. Now she was a few feet in front of Jacen, both of her eyes skyward. Then a deep rumbling growl emitted from hbehind her. <I had someting important to ask--you cocky bitch.> This time she wasn't about to wrestle. Jumping to the side she dodged the well aimed tackle, lifted a booted foot and kicked the Poochenya, who went rolling, towards the paraplegic's legs. Of course due to the fightng powers of a blaziken the kick had a lot more power behind it then it was meant to. Not even sparing the unruly Poochenya a second glance, she went back to patting her new Slugma on the head.
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Post by Xatch on Apr 2, 2008 12:50:55 GMT 10
Jacen strolled along, inhaling the cool air of the town in spring. It was a marvelous smell, really. There was no car exhaust, no smell or artificial heaters or coolants, no sewer workings... Just the smell of fresh air and flowers and... Cigarette smoke? Jacen wrinkled his nose a little at the familiar smell, furrowing his eyebrows. This didn't seem like the kind of town for a smoker... It just seemed out of place. Of course, Jacen himself had been known to smoke a little every now and then - just not cigarettes. Still, there really didn't seem much place for it here, especially because there weren't any shops selling them that he knew of. He'd been in the pokemon center, which was the only actual store in town, and that didn't sell them.
Hatshepsut couldn't smell the poochyena, but her finely-attuned hearing easily picked up the sound of snarling and snapping as the loud little creature snapped at the flowers as though they were trying to hurt him. Of course, simply because she heard the sound didn't mean she was going to respond. At that time, she didn't know exactly what it was other than an angry dog-like growling sound, and the stench of cigarette smoke. Ugh. She hated that smell. It made her feel filthy. Now she'd have to wash herself the moment she got back to headquarters. Disgusting. She didn't turn around though, but rather continued on her slow walk, her muscled shoulders moving alternately up and down and her eyes darting amongst the various humans that walked past her, most staring and looking quite impressed - and rightfully so, as far as she was concerned.
The poochyena and blaziken-morph rounded the corner of a cottage up ahead, and Jacen's attention turned to them, at least for a moment or two. The girl was definitely where the cigarette smell was coming from, judging both by the cigarette hanging from her mouth and the ring of smoke around her head. She seemed to have two pokemon with her. The first was a very angry-looking poochyena, and the second was a tiny magcargo, which sat placidly on her shoulder. That was a brave woman to let a magcargo - especially one that young - ride so close to her head. He did note immediately, however, that she seemed to have very little control over the poochyena. What trainer would allow their pokemon to run amok in public like that? It was something that Jacen would ever allow out of his pokemon; even the more independent ones like Hatshepsut, or the outright violent ones like Diablo. Despite their distinctive appearance, Jacen's attetion didn't stay on the trio very long, and he soon went back to planning his little get-together back at his home.
However, when the poochyena paused and spoke, Jacen paid attention. The poochyena clearly wasn't old or learned enough to have learned human speech like Hatshepsut had, but Jacen could understand him anyway, thanks to his rather... Unique body makeup. The poochyena seemed rather uncertain about something, but his trainer (or whomever she was) didn't seem to care, and simply continued walking, striding right past Jacen briskly, quite purposefully keeping her eyes up and away from him and the rest of the street. It was almost funny, really... Until the poochyena crouched down, snarled, and leapt at her back.
Jacen wasn't about to interfere, of course. He did turn his head a little to see what the outcome of the little scuffle would be. Jacen had seen pokemon attack their trainers before, but that was usually the point where he lost every last ounce of respect for them. His eyebrows rose as the girl suddenly spun around and threw a hard kick towards the poochyena, sending it flying straight at him. His attitude changed in an instant, and he knew the creature would hit him too hard for him to be able to keep his feet, more likely than not. That realization hit him in the fraction of an instant it took for the poochyena to come within inches of his knees (about the height he was flying at).
Suddenly, a cream-colored blur flew past, tackling the poochyena and carrying him away from the Team Pravus Commander. Hatshepsut had kept an eye on the little grey dog-pokemon when he walked past her, seeing his obvious agitation. When he snarled and she heard him prepare to attack, she'd turned around to guard Jacen, in case he was attacking her trainer for some reason. Although he wasn't attacking Jacen, he still went flying towards the man, and the persian reacted lightning-fast to block the flying dog. To her credit, she didn't draw any blood when the two landed, although her sharpened claws probably did hurt a bit. As the two came to a halt, Hatshepsut withdrew her claws, snorting a little at the stink of the poochyena. Also to her credit, she didn't throw an insult at the little mutt, but rather towards his owner. "You really should learn to control your puppies." she remarked, her tail twitching back and forth in agitation as she returned to her trainer's side, head held low and muscles tensed in case she decided to do something stupid.
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Post by Feather on Apr 2, 2008 13:25:48 GMT 10
The Poochenya hit the ground rolling. Being the tenacious little bastard that he was he rose back up to his feet. Most pokemon his level would have been knocked out. In fact even Maddie had to smile as he swayed back and forth. Most trainers would have been on the ground cuddling the poor little thing and crying, Madd on the other hand rolled her shoulders, and nothing more, he'd get up, of course since he didn't seem to want to do it of her own accord: "Yazu. Come here." Her voice hissed out, even if it was muffled by the cigarette in between her teeth the little Poochenya walked a few steps, and fell down, half dazed, and obviously hurt. Both of his blue eyes gazed up, and met harsh disapproval, stumbling to his feet again he stopped and sat down. <I'd like to see you get from her' to ther' in my condition Madd, you self loving bastard.> Once again he received no reply. This time someone else had taught him a lesson; yet here Madd was pain free. Of course like him any lesson taught would fade in a few days; they knew thatto be nice was synonmous for 'to be walked all over' they had enough bastards doing that in their lives already. The Poochena was having a hard time, all of is legs shok like jello as he walked, and he wiced every time his right fore paw hit the ground, that was what had bore the brunt of the tubby housecat's weight.
On her trainer's shoulder the Slugma watched as the Poochenya was tackled into a nearby cottage wall. <Is he alright Maddie.> The Girl shook her head, a mild mistake on her part. Rolling her eyes she took a few steps forward, reached down and picked up the little pup, who looked at her as if she was the sky falling. In fact he was to shocked to remember she had kicked him. Normally he would have ripped two of her fingers off, she had never picked him up before, nor cradled him, she had lifted him from behind his two front legs and groaned in disgust at his dirt covered fur as she did so. So this was new, not that it would last long. "Do anyhting stupid Yazu--and I will throw you back in the trash can I found ya in. " The tone of her voice, fire hot, and emotionally cold made it obvious that she wasn't lying.
Most people would have asked the cripple if he was alright, but by the look of him he was fine. Not to mention his answer of 'yes' would have disappointed her. That would have meant that Yazu's pain wa for othing but a good knocking around. Frankly it pissed her off, but then again she had never really trained him, ferocity and shock tactic alone won battle for her. If sheh ad the money to pay for Pokeballs she would be fine as a proper trainer, pissed at the rules, but adequate.
"Darlin' tis Pup. And hate to tell ya that he is in no way mine. Just insists on following me around." She had so many cruel things to say to the cat, like 'your mangy coat does that as well', or, 'your crippled buddy'. Yet she didn't. Breathing in deeply she exhaled smoke through her mouth, and slowly sucked it back up into her nose. Under the thick googles, it was hard to see the narrowed set of her eyes, but the stance her legs had assumed was that of a fighter. The look directed at the Meowth could have put quite a few fires out. "Although incinauting that I was a bitch was rather rude--eh Mafi--Pussy." Not that she cared about how rude she was, most others did. Most people ignored her, or disliked her, and never saw her agai nso why spare their feelings? (I am kicking her age down a bit--not that much though)
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Post by Xatch on Apr 2, 2008 14:47:04 GMT 10
Hatshepsut flexed her paws, digging her sharp claws into the dirt and poking tiny puncture holes in the ground. She didn't like this human; she seemed stuck-up and clearly couldn't control her pokemon. However, her poochyena... The persian turned her head to look at the small pup that she'd just tackled. Hatshepsut could be gentle when she wanted to be, but this had not been one of those times. She had at least kept her mouth closed and not actively tried to claw him, but she had still put most of her weight on him when they landed, and the poochyena was less than a third her size, to say nothing of weight ratios. Most pokemon would have been unable to stand up, or at least staggering about ready to faint. However, he seemed okay... More or less. Well, until he stood up anyway. The human demanded that he come to her, and he tottered a few steps before being forced to stop.
Jacen, too, watched the display. He couldn't call it a display of affection, because it certainly was nothing of the sort, but the poochyena seemed utterly shocked to have been picked up, so that was probably the most affection that the little dog-pokemon had ever been given - at least recently. Jacen wasn't one to impose his own training preferences on others, but he rather disapproved of such a removal of affection. Still, it did work for some. In any case, the other trainer probably would feel the same about the way he treated his pokemon as well. At this point, he'd turned around to face the young woman, and he moved his cane so that he was leaning a little less heavily on it. He expected no apology or worry from the other trainer - in fact, he preferred to get none. One thing that he absolutely hated about some people, and a sure way to get his temper up, was expecting him to be some sort of helpless cripple. The other way was to pity him for it.
Hatshepsut raised her thin eyebrows at the woman's response. She certainly had an interesting dialect. Sounded almost like she had skipped out of gradeschool... Or flunked out, more likely. Hatshepsut started to sit down, but remembered the wet, muddy ground and thought otherwise, instead simply shifting her stance a little bit. One eyebrow rose at the woman's claim that the poochyena followed her around, and (or so she insinuated) that she didn't want it nearby. "Oh really? Well, I can't imagine what you might have done to make anyone voluntarily follow you." the persian said, her voice silky smooth and actually quite pleasant. It was only the words that were scathing, which was what made her so infuriating. "Really, you ought to be thankful that you have any company at all."
Jacen, at this point, simply stepped back to watch the verbal banter. He would intervene if and when it became necessary, but for now he simply observed, removing his attention from the conversation for just a few seconds to brush some dirt off his purple and black jacket. Yes, he looked a bit out of place in this town as well, mostly due to his fine attire. Still, where was the point in traveling to a new place where one had no intention of battling if one couldn't look good while doing it?
The persian moved aside gracefully as Jacen took a literal step back, not out of intimidation, but simply because he was making it clear that Hatshepsut was in charge of the conversation at the moment. Well enough for her, in any case. She often got into such banter with the foolish grunts back at Team Pravus headquarters. She ignored the "trainer's" fighting-stance, and indeed went so far as to switch her own, moving her front paws closer together in a stance that was clearly relaxed and utterly unconcerned for her own safety. The trainer was no threat to her, and her pokemon... Well, she could swallow the little slug with one gulp if she so wished (although she would never subject her digestive system to something so foul), and the mutt was less than threatening, being held like the puppy he was in his trainer's arms. "Bitch? I insinuated no such thing. But, I suppose when one has a small vocabulary such as yourself, there are only so many conclusions one can make about such things." she purred, her voice still silky sweet despite her insulting remarks.
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Post by Feather on Apr 3, 2008 6:27:09 GMT 10
Maddie blinked. Was she accusing her of forcing him to voluntarily(even if it was a oxymoron) come along? With what violence? Well she disliked lying, and there really was no point in saying she had knocked im senseless, clubbed him over the head nad dragged him arond the country side, no doubt the mutt would yelp it as a lie outright. "Well then imagining me feeding him must be out of your lin' of thinkin'." She only gave back what she received, and didn't kiss the feet of those who felt better then her. This Meowth seemed to be a prime example. ripping the cigarette from in between her teeth, she moved her legs, and lower half alone, stomping on it. Tobacco spread out across the ground, smoke still drifted lazily from the little 'happystick's' smoldering remains. "As should you, and frankly what's so lucky about havin' someone around to pester you all the tim'?" Snobbby was the right adjective for this pussycat. What the Persian said was undeniably cold, but said in a velvety voice, so she maintained her elegant appearence. She hated it when the sound of your voice was sugarcoated, not just when you sweetened your words.
The Poochenya looked up, his blue eyes half out of focus. Then like a storm cloud in front of the sun he found his line of sight to the clear blue sky blocked, in front of him loomed a orange and yellow blur. <Are you alright Mr. Yaku--> <Tis Yakuza you dim--> A Pause was here allowing him to catch his breath. <Witted infant.> ABove the Slugma cocked her head to the right, he had said something mean to her, but hadn;t answered her question. So she'd just keep watching Maddie converse with the cat, it was odd waching a towering girl like her converse with something at about her hip level.
Maddie began to laugh. The laughter carried into her voice as she spoke, she wasn't a moron, she just hated acting snobby and smart. "Do you truly wish for me to use the entire repertoir' that makes up my vocabulary? I am not dim-witted. I just prefer to tone down the level of intellect." The big words made her mouth hurt. It came from many nights of reading in front of a roaring fire, and being alone in her Uncle's old mansion, where all he had was a library, the rest was off limits to her , although the library in itself was the size of her own home. Of course she never had found the pool. "Oh--by the by I'm Madd. " Yakuza rolled his eyes, even as his eyelids fluttered and he drifted off he had enough spirit to make a remark: <When aren't you?> "Or if you'd prefer, Madeliene, Maddie Brown." Brown? Well of course it wasn't her families real last name! It was much to common.
For a cat--if you get rid of the snobby words--she's not to horrid--a stupid ass fat lazy cat--but honest enough. The girl thought to herself. Honesty was one of the qualities she liked in people. Blntness was another. She had to admit she liked the quiet that Yazu beng absent created, even if it was rather boring, it was nice not to be reminded how hungry they all were, as he had constantly done as they walked down the path to this dinky little hole in the ground.
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Post by Xatch on Apr 4, 2008 16:27:03 GMT 10
Hatshepsut waited patiently for the human girl's line of thought to catch up with what she'd said. Really, it was quite comical to observe the girl as she blinked stupidly, looking at the persian as though she'd said something very hard to follow. Finally, she spoke. Marvelous. Her mind had finally caught up with her mouth... To a certain extent, at least. But any small improvement was better than none at all. Her response, however, was a bit less witty than she'd obviously intended it to be, or at least it hardly put the persian on her heels (metaphorically speaking, of course). "Oh, I see. Then you've lured your pokemon to you like some stray dog. Understood." Her words this time were enough to make someone react in anger (or at least annoyance), but not really know what to say. Offhand, it sounded like an insult, but what precisely did the persian mean by that? It was hard to tell, thanks to her lack of changing facial expression or tone of voice.
The cream-colored cat's ears flicked backward a little at her shrill laughter, and Hatshepsut's expression changed just a bit. She eyed the girl annoyedly, appearing displeased with the new sound that was coming from her throat. "Do stop that dreadful noise..." she remarked before the human was done, but said no more on the matter afterwards. The girl spoke after that, revealing the reason for her laughter. Hatshepsut's look was doubtful at best as the girl strung together syllable after syllable of what she must have thought sounded like a very intelligent sentence indeed. The display amused the cat greatly. It was rather like listening to a small child spout out the last few spelling words she'd learned in front of her parents, expecting praise. "Yes, I can see very well that you've been studying your vocabulary lists very well, like a good child should." came her response, her voice a little less velvety and a little more razor-tipped with sarcasm this time.
Jacen decided to interrupt before the girl decided to react the same way she'd done with her poochyena. Although he had little doubt of Hatshepsut's ability to put the girl in her place if it was needed, he really did not see any point of a human-on-pokemon brawl, especially in the streets of this little hamlet. So, when the girl introduced herself as Madeliene Brown, he answered before the sarcastic persian could. Thankfully, he had something to say to her anyway. "Madeliene Brown." he echoed, making sure he had the name right as he took a step forward to stand next to Hatshepsut once more. She glanced up at him, her half-lidded eyes an odd cross between bored and annoyed that he had broken up the conversation, but she said nothing. As independent as she was, she knew the boundaries that her trainer set, and though she occasionally became cross with him for enforcing them, she rarely put a toe out of line. It wasn't that she was naturally obedient or fawned over him - far from it - but she did hold a great deal of respect for him, and for good reason.
"Jason Sorrell." he introduced, the lie slipping between his teeth seamlessly. The first name was similar enough to his own that there was just a slight pronunciation difference, and the last name... Well, it was the first one that came to mind when he decided to greet her in the first place. He tended to use many such names when traveling the area, simply because it was better not to let the true name of a Team Pravus Commander circulate around the entire region. It simply wasn't wise. Good thing he had a good memory and could remember what name he'd given to whom, eh? "Forgive me," he said, his tone and manner the very image of civility, "But you don't seem to be from around here. What brought you to a town like this?"
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Post by Feather on Apr 6, 2008 11:48:21 GMT 10
Under her goggles Maddie's eyes narrowed. This cat was a odd feline, and she couldn't tell if it was insulting her or not. "I figured it was simple enough for you to understan'." Lifting up one halo ringed hand she pushed a stray bang behind her ear, and let it settle there. "Well he is a stray dog--can' really change wha' he is." She added. The Slugma listened, why did her human drop off the ends of her words like that? Not to mention she talked rather quickly, as if where she used to live everything took a lot of time; while you had little. Not to mention all of her words held a certain aloofness to them. <Do they talk slow..or do you talk fast?> She questioned, not referring to the persian or her trainer but the people who had waved as they walked down the flower beds. Of course she received no answer.
Madd sighed, this cat just couldn't take a compliment and leave it alone. "Oh I can make dreadful noises-sadly that wasn't one of them---That was called laughing, try it some time." Glancing down at her pocket, she sighed. She couldn't get out another cigarette! Which was bad for the damned Persian--the thing was rapidly getting on her nerves. The Cigarettes would calm her down--seeing as it wasn' raining. "Why thank yo'--cept for the good part--that got old when i turned ten." She had been a excellent student, until she had been forced to stop talking to her distant relatives.
Inside her anger was seething, drawing away like the tide, and ramming back into her insides like a tsunami. Of course it was red hot lava, and not chilled water. The goggles lucky for her went only one way, which prevented the cat from seeing the narrowment of her eyes, but not the stiffening of her leg joints. Then the calm voice of the infuriating cat's trainer broke through, holding off the eruption of anger for a little while. "Yes--but please do not use Madeiline it's so, feminine." It was much to feminine for her, and she wagered that being feminine made her weak, besides it was to much of a mouthful to use every time she introduced herself. On her shoulder the Slugma blinked. <What's wrong with being feminine Maddie?>
Silence was all her inquiries received, why couldn't the stupid Slugma act as if she couldn't understand it. If it asked one more stupid question she would have to tell it to stop. She wasn't a dictionary, and didn't want to divulge her info to some tag a long. some baby! "Alright then, Jason, jas, whatever--why is everyone around here so nice--it's like inviting me to--" She didn't finish her sentence, she didn't want this to be some goody goody loving twit who reported her to the police. "Well--there's these things called planes--" She answered. Her tone simply meant drop it, crossing her arms over her stomach she tried to stop the growling. It wasn't her fault Yazu had ruined all the food on route one! He had attacked her back, and sent the pack into the creek after all! "If you must be nosy--Celadon--or Sky reach--" The last one was original, and where she had spent her naive years of kindness, the first was the one she could not go back to; and where she had made a name for herself. Well a couple; none of them complimentary to her wonderful temper.
The Slugma was obviously confused, but she had felt her trainer stiffen at her last question. SO she wagered that she didn't like questions. <Mrs--umm--what's a Celadon? > Leaning forward the inquisitive young thing directed this question at the Persian, seeing as she was likely the only one who could reply to her.
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Post by Xatch on Apr 9, 2008 14:55:51 GMT 10
The gaze that Hatshepsut now leveled at the girl and her two pokemon was a mix between scrutinizing calculation and vague triumph. Although her trainer had interrupted before the conversation could continue, the girl seemed to have run out of snide remarks - or at least any effective ones, if the choppy sentences she was now stringing together were any indication. As for the two pokemon... Well, it was clear that the slugma was a very young creature, although its command of the pokemon language was as attuned as if it were at least several months old. The persian's eyes lingered on the little slug-like pokemon, curious as to its actual levels of intelligence. Ordinarily, she might have ignored the humans in order to speak with it, but perched on its trainer's shoulder as it was, it was regrettably in a less-than-advantageous position for conversation. As for the poochyena... Well, he certainly seemed like a stubborn little fellow... Strong-willed too, if a bit childish. Salvageable, at least.
It was then that the slugma asked its trainer a question, which the persian listened to with vague amusement. She glanced at the townsfolk that the slug pokemon had pointed out, her mouth twitching upwards into a bit of a smirk. Her sapphire eyes returned to the little slug and, as its trainer did not seem keen to provide an answer, she provided it for her. <Both.> she purred, changing smoothly from the human tongue known as english to pokemon-speak. She was fairly certain that the little thing knew english as well, but being so young it might not have had a very good command of it, and in any case she saw no reason to carry on a conversation in partial english and partial poke-speak when there were those around (the only one that mattered to her - Jacen) who could understand both. <The townsfolk live their lives slowly, it seems, while your trainer makes up for her slow thoughts with quick speech.> She spared a sly glance at the trainer as she said this, having no prior belief that the girl understood her unless she was speaking english.
Hatshepsut wanted to give a snide remark to the girl as she commented on the persian's apparent lack of humor, but she refrained under Jacen's warning glance, which was all that was needed to keep even this hard-to-handle persian silent (although her tail twitched a bit faster than usual in slight agitation). She was able to answer the slugma's next question, however. Her tone was just as smooth and velvety as before, but somehow a bit more sincere. After all, she had no quarrel with the little thing, despite the fact that she held no love for children, ignorant as they were. <Apparently your trainer is under the impression that being feminine means being less powerful. It's a common misconception in human society.> Her look was smug as she said this for, of course, Hatshepsut was female herself, and acted the part. At the same time, there were few her level (or even above) who had any desire to challenge her in any way, shape, or form, and she had an uncanny knack for getting her way. Had she been human, she would probably be in a position similar to Jacen's in power.
"Jason." the partially-crippled man replied, making sure she understood his distaste for nicknames. Jas? No thank you. It sounded like a dog's name. In fact, Jacen was fairly certain he'd heard the name called in Pravus headquarters, referring to a particularly unwieldy sandshrew that tended to get loose in the grunts' quarters from time to time. No, Jason would do just fine, even if it was more or less a fake name. He also ignored the sarcastic remark about airplanes that Maddie aimed at him upon receiving his question - which had purely been meant to begin the conversation, and nothing more than that. In any case, he had no inclination to accept or return such remarks. Verbal banter, much as it amused him to watch it, did not interest him at the moment as far as getting involved himself. He made this known not by saying so, but by simply levelling a no-nonsense look at the young woman, a look that was almost a glare (but not quite). His slit-pupiled eyes met hers directly, and in practiced fashion he made perfectly clear that he, unlike his pokemon, was in no mood for wise-cracks.
The slugma seemed to be a never-ending fountain of questions. Whether this was a common occurance or not Jacen couldn't know, but it amused him slightly nonetheless. Not only that, but it allowed him the opportunity to break off his half-glare to look at the slugma as it spoke. Hatshepsut had answered its previous questions (though in rather un-flattering form in relation to the slug's trainer), but Jacen decided to answer this one, since he knew his persian had been born and raised in Remoor, and never seen the city of Celadon. "Celadon is a very large city in another region across the sea." he explained to the little creature, looking it straight in the eye to gauge its reaction to the half-challenge. It was more a measure of personality for all three than anything else, what he was attempting at this moment, but it would tell volumes to say the least about this trainer and her pokemon. He looked back at the trainer, his pleasant demeanor still somewhat in place, but in no uncertain terms revealing a portion of the almost tangible power he could exude if so desired.
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Post by Feather on Apr 21, 2008 12:17:08 GMT 10
The Slugma had been prepared to be ignored, and blinked when the Persian made the transition to pokemon; jus t to answer her. For some reason it made her feel fuzzy inside. <Thanks you.> The Slugma said quietly, bobbing its globous head up in down; nodding her thanks. Shifting position slightly she turned back to her trainer, who had made some kind of snorty sound when she had said thank you. That was odd. Deciding to let it drop she went back to listening to the conversation, feeling awkward in the few seconds of silence. <but doen't everyone lve at the same speed--and she can speak rather fast--otherwize her words would crash together.> Maddie had closed her eyes at the slow thought comment; allowing the blackness to serve as a canvas of horrendous and violent thoughts; most involving Hatsheput.
The Slugma listened to the next answer, wondering what the hell feminine meant; but she didn't ask. Feigning understanding she quietly replied: <Oh....> Then she swiveled back to her trainer, which was rather odd to see, seeing as she turned her head and eyes without moving any other part of her body. Of course it was one of the advantages to having no bones.
It took Maddie a minute to realize that the comment had been directed at her. Like a broken tape reel the images of carnage slowly rolled to a stop, much to her disappointment. "Jason. Alright that' what I figured twas just making sure I was right." Frankly calling her jason did go against her code; it meant that she was being nice when she didn't like the person she was being courteous to. Of course calling him by a nickname would be nervewracking. It was his eyes that stopped her from saying furthur; not that she was frightened of a fellow with a cane. Reaching up to her forehead she began fiddling with her goggles, for no other reason then she was easily bored.
The SLugma turned toward the other human as he answered her question. Of course the way her trainer's lips pursed when he did so confused her more then a little bit. <The...wh..at?> A region was a big place, bigger then a city, she had heard her trainer complaining about how Remoor was set up from inside her egg. "Now you're makin' me homesick." This comment had been nowhere near as quick to fire as Maddie's earlir ones. Of course the delay had been due to the shock of finding out the man in front of her was a pokemorph. Otherwise he wouldn't have known what the Slugma had been asking. Letting her hand fall back to its former position under her Poochenya she decided to answer the SLugma's question. "The Sea. I really thoght you went deaf in ol' age--of course--a Sea is a large body of salt water surrounded by lan' on all sides--but technically the word here was ocean." At the questioning look from the Slugma she shook her head; dear god this was why she hated children!
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