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Post by Feather on Feb 4, 2008 8:28:23 GMT 10
*~~Pokemon Center~~* Luvi as expected had been recollected halfway down the path to Vhenkil town. Of course he had been put in his pokeball, because he had been 'resting his eyes' as he later claimed. Which meant he was no help at all. Romeo had spent the enitre walk to Vhenkil with his sunglasses on, mostly so the girl behind him wouldn't see the glances that he kept throwing in her direction, the suspicious ones. Of course as they neared Vhenkil he felt himself relaxing. This forest was pretty, even if he was now soaked in dirt, water, and grass because of it. The place had resumed its normal hustle and bustle, a sound much like that of a violin was easily audible from inside the woods. A Cricketune no doubt.
Now that he culd hear the hustle and bustle of the city he picked up the pace a little bit. Of course Fey could move faster then him, why she hadn't already gone to the center and waited he didn't know. The red dome of the center was the next thing to greet his eyes, and it drew a smile to his lips, it had been so long since he had seen Smithers! Or Peter? Whichever it was. The guy was veyr well mannered, and had used to be a contest winer in Hoenn, until the bastards acused him of cheating!
The door opened, automatically as Romeo reached it, he was so used to automatic doors, that he commonly walked itno the manual ones, tat required a push or a pull to open. His boots sloshed on the floor as he made his way to the counter,and stopped. Red. So he was here!? Thank heavens. A white hand was raised in greeting as the smooth talkig recrutier made his presence known, or Romeo made his presence known. When a teenage boy jumps on another fellow of about 25 years old it tends to draw attention. "SMITTTHHHEEE!" The lanky man with the sloppily thrown brown hair had already managed to extricate himself from Romeo's hug. Tipping a red hat to Fey, he grimaced.
Of course he quickly recovered. "Just who might you be darling?" Introductions first, and then a nice quiet conversation, there was a recruiter in every town but Barkwish. They didn't want a idiot who couldn't even get past route one after all! Romeo was now sitting in a armchair near a bookshelf, a yellow eyed Glameow draped across his lap, and a leather covered paper back opened to a dogeared page.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Feb 6, 2008 2:16:28 GMT 10
Fey was walking right behind Romeo for the duration of their march, slightly to his right. She had regained her sexy posture already, her hips swaying seductively like they always did. Fey came to devise her own way of movement, every time she did something, her body moved in an extremely captivating way, slowly and sensationally. And yet, if she wanted, her movement could be faster than any human could possibly manage, keeping it steady and flirtatious. A big contribution to this, was the fact that Fey was aware of her body, knowing that, with a single thrust of her hips, or with her plump chest pushed out, she could captivate a man very easily, and used it to her advantage.
She had been following Romeo for most of their journey, although staying at his side, despite the fact that she knew the way to Vhenkil. The fact was, it was quite windy on the road, and whenever a strong gust appeared it would blow Fey's skirt upwards, partially revealing her black thong to Romeo. Whether this has caught his attention it or not, she did not care, although she had noticed Romeo glancing her way a couple of times. The dark sunglasses could not fool Fey's sharp eyes.
Upon reaching the Pokémon centre, Fey grew more and more tense. She had no idea of what Romeo had planned for her, and even though her Absol senses didn't see the need to warn her of anything, she could not help, but be a little nervous. After entering the red-topped building, Fey was at least mildly surprised by the affectionate greeting between the two human males. She raised an eyebrow at them, but it soon disappeared, and a small, flirtatious smile crept to Fey's lips when 'Smithers' addressed her.
"My name is Fey," the Absol-morph introduced herself, laying her hands on a small table in front of her, bending over, her breasts squeezed between her arms, reavealing a certain amount of her cleavage. A large amount. Smithers looked like he was in his twenties, Fey being certain that he, unlike Romeo, would be mature enough for her seductive behaviour, and hopefully appreciate it. "And I heard you might have a proposition for me," she winked, swaying backwards and forwards as she leaned over the table, her whole body swaying with her.
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Post by Feather on Feb 6, 2008 7:18:35 GMT 10
Romeo did glance up from the book he was reading to watch the initial interactions between Fey and "Smithers/Smithee'. Of course he had kind of expected a show, but being as tall as he was Smithers hadn't needed such blatancy. The Glameow on his lap gave a warning growl, and dug her claws into his hip. Remembering the sleek furred creature was there he raised a hand, and began to run his hand up and down the feline's back. Now though his eyes were back to the book 'Contest hoaxes, and Scams.' Romeo knew quite a few of these, and who had thought them up on a few more. They referred to him as 'Mr.S', which was of course antoher code name for the lowliest recruiter, Smithee.
The Red hat on his head was rather wide brimmed, and had a even jauntier black feather stuck through the wide hat band around its circumference. The hat moved with his facial expressions, as it did now with his smile. This girl would fit right in, especially if she did that to most of the male grunts. "Smithers--but due to Rom's enthusiastic greeting I guess that was rather easy to discern." A morph! It had been a long time since he had bagged a morph for Pravus, of course that was his job. The more useful the person became., the mroe he nad his Glameow, Bersy, were paid. This girl was good for distracting, as was shown by the man's trailing grey eyes. Of course he was a professional.
Bringing his eyes back up to Fey's face, rather slowly mind you, he let out a nod. the cough that came from his mouth sounded rather embarassed, his male parts had ran off with his mind again, how he hated when that happened. "I do. A nice one at that." A free house, plenty of morphs to flirt aroudn with, free pokemon, and of course lots of excitement. She seemed to be the kind who liked excitement--in more then one regard. Now. Quit babbling, and cast a baited a line, barbed hook attatched. This fellow was a master of persuasion, or liked to think of himself as one. Dropping his vooice to a secretive whisper he let out a wink. "Ever heard of Team Pravus Fey?" Smithers had a few questions for his dear friend Romeo later, where had he picked up someone so delightful!? Of course in this match of lust versus his quick mind, the brain was losing, floundering really.
Romeo could tell. As could the tense Glameow, who was just as possessive of her males as Fey.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Feb 6, 2008 8:21:53 GMT 10
Fey giggled quietly, as she noticed the man's eyes race across her whole body, obviously the Absol-morph succeeding in her plan. Smiling seductively, Fey sat on the table, her long legs crossed in a sophisticated manner, with back to Smithers. She then leaned back, resting her head on the man's chest, looking up to right into his eyes, biting her red lips with her small fangs. Now, all it really took was for Smithers to angle his head downwards, to see quite far down Fey's deep-cut shirt, her chest pushed out for extra effect.
"Pravus?" Fey whispered into Smithers' ear. "You mean those terrible, evil villains spreading chaos across Remoor?" she asked innocently, her seductive smile clearly spoiling the image. She had paid no attention to that alley-cat on Romeo's lap, it posed no credible threat to her, or her current staus with Smithers. Afterall, in the match for any man's affections between a sex-bomb Absol-morph and some dirty-furred Glameow, the outcome was easy to predict. And, in the unlikely case of her failure, Fey always had her last-resort trick to call upon; a trick that never failed.
"Oh, please, Mr. Smithers," Fey purred into his ear, shifting her body uneasily and rubbing her back against his chest. "Please, don't leave me with that feeling of suspension," she continued to purr. "What do you want to do with me?" she asked. An old trick, that one. Playing innocent and defenseless makes the male bolder, either in defending his 'fair-maiden', or in conquering their object of desire.
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Post by Feather on Feb 6, 2008 11:30:53 GMT 10
Smithers, unlike Romeo didn't move back, swear or start shivering. All he did was blink. Forcing his head straight up, so both of his gray eyes were facing the ceiling, he tried his best to pull his mind out of the gutter. His neck was uncomfortably strained, but for the most part it did the trick, until he tried to speak anyway. due to the secrecy of the situation his voice was still a harsh whisper, but his hands did some of the articulating for him.. "Yes, the Booby---Boogey men and women of the Remoor Region. The untouchable criminals, and the best minds in the whole region bent on world domination." She would probably like those points better then the others he normally would have made. The money involved, and the grand justices they were making right.
She was a game player, Smithers knew that. Her game was one of seduction, and the man had to admit, rather enjoyable compared to his own job. At least he didn't have to worry about this darling of a morph being a undercover Police Officer. Lowering his head, and cracking his neck he managed to catch a glimpse of his Glameow, the one that had left claw marks in Romeo's legs, and was halfway to leaping across the room. Expensive pants for a 17 year old, especially one who plays with my lameow. Of course even the plight of avid jealously didn't break the control Fey had on the conversation.
Tanned and weathered face turned downward , he sighed. With those claws and those fangs, this was no DID, but he'd play along to see how it worked out. "Well--" Many things to say ran though his head, but as usual his work won, not to mention his Glameow would murder him if he went off subject. Not that she wouldn't already. "Pravus has kind of dwindled down for a long time...." Pausing, he caught himself before he mentioned researching, and dissecting her, bad idea. "We need new recruits, and Romeo is a good judge of--Gruntess material." Of course many of his recruits had died after a week, seeing as they had been fans of Romeo, and had went looking for him in the lab, and there mutilated bodies were very diligently, disposed off.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Feb 7, 2008 3:07:48 GMT 10
Fey made an mental note as Smithers' tongue slipped, making it clear as to what thoughts currently dominated his mind. The Pravus recruiter was a typical man, albeit loyal to his job, trying to be professional by dragging his eyes away from Fey's enticing body, although clearly allured by it. Fey had managed to pretty much take control of the conversation as much as she wanted, readying herself for the grand finale, as she was about to strike a deal with Smithers.
Quite vigorously, she turned around on the table, her butt staying in the exact smae spot it had, just her whole body now facing Smithers. She sent her legs forward, wrapping them around the man's waist, making her grip strong, but subtle at the same time. She pulled him slowly towards her, as close as she could, but making sure that he doesn't stumble forward. She wanted him to keep the view from above, as she gently pressed her soft bosom against Smithers' stomach.
"Oh, but I'm sure you can find me a better position than a simple grunt," she purred, her eyes on the man's chest as she ran a finger along its length. "And, we also need to talk about the benefits of this deal," she paused, as she looked up right into Smithers' grey eyes. "Our benefits," she whispered, as she winked and smiled seductively.
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Post by Feather on Feb 7, 2008 14:08:00 GMT 10
Damn little hussy!That's it!SMITH! With a yowl of anger the cat like pokemon leaped from the couch, taking a quarter of Romeo's pants with her. Behind her , the spring like tail of her species waved quickly, a sign of fury in feline creatures. Not seeming to lose a step she flew she jumped on the table top, and fixed her glowing gold eyes on Fey, then on her trainer. Thought he was beter trained then that! Opening her mouth in a wicked smirk the cat jumped forward, claws out, and landed on her trainer's face. The bloody furrows left by her claws were nothing compared to the tatters the red fedora ended up in. "Smithers, are you both stupid and male?!Not to mention a pervert?" The angry feline hissed, her nose pressed against his, and her claws still firmly fixed in his hat. Due to nto falling over it was obvious this had happened more then once.
Jabbing her nose up in te air, the cat leaped from her trainer,s shoulders, landing on the ground midstride. A yellow eyed glare was directed the way of Fey. <Watch it. Bribery doesn't work.>
Holding up a hand the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a roll off bandaids. Which he promptly plastered on his ripped up nose. "Your pokemon have to be of adequeate levelss to be put above a grunt, and you need to have certain qualities---" Behind him the Glmaeow sighed, seeing the sucking up her trainer was about to do. Normally she allowed it, but not after the incident from before, no way in hell was he calling all the shots anymore. So she decided to make sure they knw which traits they WEREN'T talking about. <Seductry and looseness not being two of them.> A single woman flirts, and trows himself all over him, and all years of practice had been put to waste. Romeo was immune to it, but that was just becuase of his family more then likely.
"I can try and talk to a Admin about it. Most reasonable being Enigma, and Diara. XO is a sure way to----." Smithers had no doubt she would prefer the male grunts though, seeing as that was almost what he was considered. Peering out through his watering eyes, the tears were due to pain, he now managed to realize this girl had a tail. Advanced Pokemorph here. Probably done with actual science, rather then her being born that way.
Romeo wished for a box of popcorn. This was as good as any movie! Smithers had messed up! No one had ever seen him do that before. Well besides his Glameow, and that had never been when casting the Pravus Fishing Pole. Of course most grunts were male. That might have something to do with it.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Feb 10, 2008 21:53:35 GMT 10
Fey's ears twitched, as she heard the Glameow scream, watching its flight in slow motion with the corner of her eye. If the cat was attacking her, then she'd make short work of it; Fey was a predator to most Pokémon. Her eyes narrowed and claws readied as the cat neared them, but instead of attacking the seducer, the Pokémon latched itself onto Smithers' face, the victim. Sighing, Fey took her legs away from the recruiter's waste, sliding gracefully off the table and walking over to where Romeo was sitting, leaning against a wall just behind him.
Suddenly, a red flash appeared from underneath Fey's mini-skirt, stopping between her legs, before Romeo the Munchlax emerged from it. Giving Fey's butt a short glance upward, the Pokémon walked up to Romeo's side, definitely sharing his namesake's view. Reaching a hand underneath his dense fur, he rummaged in his 'supplies' for some time until his hand re-emerged, holding a fistful of popcorn, extending it to Romeo. "Popcorn?" he asked, swallowing all of it except for one, which he offered to the boy. The Munchlax had to admit, he liked the Glameow's temper. He liked his girls fiery. Who knows, maybe they could get together sometime later. Shame she's a feline.
Fey sighed again, holding one hand up to silence Smithers. She looked up, her face showing that she was at least midly annoyed by this whole spectacle. "Just direct me to somebody more...capable," she said, struggling for offensive words. That was whole Fey; first, she seduces the man, playing him like a toy, only to abandon him like he was not even worth her, after she has had enough.
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Post by Feather on Feb 11, 2008 8:04:20 GMT 10
Smithers said nothing to Fey, instead he mumbled something under his breath about spoiled cats and stood up. His gray clad legs carried him to the counter, where he and the nurse had a conversation of mostly gestures. Seconds later yelps could be heard as she splashed a antiseptic on his mauled face. On Romeo's lap the Glameow purred obviously happy with the development. That would teach him. In that moment Romeo was glad that Luvi was male, and his best friend, never would he mauo his face like that..ever.
There was a few minutes of awkward silence as Romeo flipped back open the book, and leafed through it. The girl's shadow kept him distracted, not to mention with his glasses on it was rather obvious he hadn't reallly been reading anything at all. Just pretending to. SHifting his legs underneath the lanky cat he realized that they were twingling. That damn cat must wiegh a lot to put his leg to sleep. When he had a fistful of popcorn shoed in his face the silence was broken. "No thank you. But...." Before he could say another word Luvi was sitting on te couch beside him, his head turned to one side, looking at the popcorn. The Glameow on his lap turned away with a disgusted sniff.
Smithers had been back in time to hear the comment. Damn. He was one of the most capable. "Romeo---You can call your pops ya know." At the word 'pops' Romeo stiffened up, and shook his head. Of course protest was stifled as the the now bandaged smithers laid a already ringing cellphone in his hands. Seconds later a annoyed voice droned through. 'What the hell do you want?' Romeo answered in the most chipper manner he could, but the chipper and happy was obviously strained. "I do believe I have a new employee for you." 'Talk to Smithers.' Letting out a sigh Romeo cupped a hand over the phone, and whispered a few more words. A reply could be heard, staticy, but other wise uninterrupted. 'Morph---oh--well -- I guess it's okay..just take her to a admin's office--- here. Goodbye." No mushy 'I love you's' or any of that, no one in his family wasted that much time with their phonecalls. A click was heard, and Romeo looked up with a shrug. The word morph opens up a lot of doors with my family--and that worked much better then I had thought it would.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Feb 12, 2008 7:48:55 GMT 10
Seemingly tired with this whole situation, Fey walked around the back of Romeo's chair, her head leaning over Romeo, her breasts resting on his head. This was also a good position to listen to Romeo's phone conversation from. Not that she needed to be this close; she would have probably heard it from the other side of the room. She just liked it that way. She looked down straight into Romeo's eyes, an inquiring expression on the Absol-morph's pretty face, one fang peering through her red lips.
"What was that about?" she asked, as one of her hands went down, and started to play idly with Romeo's shirt.
As soon as Romeo the Munchlax noticed Luvi sitting next to his namesake, he shoved all the popcorn into his mouth with the ramming force of a train at full speed, and pulled out a bouquet of withered red roses, covered in a sticky, yellow liquid that smelt odd, to put it mildly. "Hey there, babe, how'r you - oh, it's just you again," he said, a bit down, hoping for a quick score with some girl, having noticed the heart on Luvi's cheek. Then he remembered the dopey look on Romeo's slowpoke, and it was just plainly unmistakeable. "Want sumthin' ter eat?" he asked a bit harshly, chucking a fistful of old peanuts at the slowpoke.
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Post by Feather on Apr 4, 2008 7:58:20 GMT 10
Romeo managed to stick his cellphone in his pocket, and stare at the wall. Which was much better then staring up at te female morph looming above him. "I had to call father--that's all." Nothing important, she wasn't important after all. Of course he couldn't call and ask for a ride; unless he wanted to watch the Absol-morph be slung in a cage. WHich at the moment was rather appealing. Fumbling around in his pocket he scowled. Where was that damnable ferry ticket?! "Luvi dear where is the ti--" The Slowpoke turned around slowly, blinked and turned his head to the side. <I have no idea Romeo--where did you put it?> Shrugging Romeo leaned back moodily against the chair.
Of course it was missing! No doubt he had dropped it on the ground when she had takled him earlier. Even if the ferryman recognized him--and would let him on--he would never hear the end of it. The fellow would drawl on and on about how much he owed him, those tickets cost a whole 75 cents to print~! 'Oh well--nothing to be done really." Nodding his pink haloed head he tried to comfort himself. That one had remained a long time in his pocket--and now it was gone.
On his lap the Glameow opened one golden pupiled eye, and hissed. What a little hussy! Now she was flrting with Romeo-- nad he was as off limits as her trainer. She sat on his lap, not some fat, little whore of unknown heritage. His father would be frightened if he knew the kind of diseases he might pick up! <Do you ever stoppp?> Romeo started petting the Glameow again, figuring her meows were a cue to begin a new. So any words after that turned into a indistinguishable string of 'rrrrr's. She found her eyes closing again. Her ears were deaf to her trainers whimpers from across the room.
Luvi blinked. The light creme snout on the edge of his flat face wrinkled in disgust,. Those smelt horrible, what were they pickeled ,fermented roses? <Well no one else has jumped up on the couch sir Munchlax--so who else might it be?> At the question of food he was about to shake his head negatively, then a storm of peanuts rained down on his body. <I was going to say no--you should probably clean that up--> In all truth he was hungry, and wanted food, ut after smelling the roses, and being better acquainted with the Munchlax he had decided against it.
(---Romeo=NPC--so yah--but he's still around--kinda.)
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Apr 7, 2008 2:02:06 GMT 10
Just calling your father? That's all? My ass, Fey thought to herself, as she straightened her back at the speed of light, somewhat repulsed by Romeo's lie. It was obvious that something bad was laid in store for her, her Absol intuition told her. Although, that might just have something to do with her joining an evil organisation, and that it's going to be her causing bad stuff. Damn, useless forecasting ability. Why could it never specify the events to come? Just shove a fistful of predictions straight into her brain? Instead of helping Fey out, this made things even more complicated.
Fey let out a long, disappointed sigh. Down just below her, Romeo was getting all fussy about something he lost. Wait a moment. A small, red rectanglular card with an inprinted ship on it? With one hand, Fey reached inside a small, tight back pocket on her shorts, getting hold of the ticket in one, swift movement. "You looking for this?" the Absol-morph asked, and with a sly grin on her face, threw the red ticket down the back of Romeo's shirt. It was her turn to be a pain in the ass.
<I dunno who else it might have been!> Romeo the Munchlax shouted at Luvi. <Waddya think I am, a bloody Kadabra, to foresee stuff like that!?> he carried on, bits of popcorn flying out of his mouth whenever he uttered single word. <Not mah fault it takes a lot o'effort to notice ye> he finished, adding a few stinging words for better effect. Then he went around the sofa, picking up the scattered peanuts and shoving them in his mouth almost as soon as they touched his chubby fingers. <Now, I ain't pickin' that one up!> he exclaimed, pointing at a single peanut right underneath the Slowpoke's rear.
"So, umm, what are we actually going to do now, Rom?", Fey asked the boy in front of her, as she leaned against the back wall again, subconsciously looking down at her breasts and fixing her bra. Once she was more or less satisifed with the push-up effect, she glanced up, patiently waiting for an answer from Romeo, noticing, with the corner of her eye, a few staring men and their glaring wives and girlfriends, from all around the Pokémon centre.
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Post by Feather on Apr 7, 2008 7:21:03 GMT 10
Romeo turned around as she straightened up. She hadn't liked his lie? "I really did just call my father." he never said they didnt' discuss anything miportant, but he had to admit it was nice to have room to think. Running his fingers through his hair he kept his eyes on Fey. She had pretended to run off before only to lustfully attack him. On his lap the Glameow shifted, digging her claws into Romeo,s hips as she did so,causing him to let out a yelp, and halfway stand up. "Go rip your trainer up will you--" Letting out a purr the Glameow smirked, and curled up in Romeo's lap. <Moew bout I don't?>
Turning around Romeo smiled, and went to reach for the ticket. Only to feel the cold plastic slipping down his back. "Oh--that was a foul miss." Gently moving his hand he reached it around his back, and pulled his tigt shirt away from his back, the little plastic square landed on the couch, and he fimbled aorund for it. Well he was not taking off the only shirt he had at the omment--not with the Munchlax spewing food everywhere when he spoke. No doubt he would end up throwing meleted chocalate on it or soemthing.
The Slowpoke reared back in disgust. <You do not need to be a Kadabra to realize you are ruining the floor. Saliva covvered crumbs of popcorn seemed to rain down from the fat as mouth of the Munchlax. <I do not like to be noticed--tis my trainer that is the glory hound.> In all truth he hated being noticed anywhere but on stage; it would give ufture contest oppenets a chance to check on his trainer's aresenal, which was a bad thing indeed. Everytime the Munchlax scampered near him on the sofa the Slowpoke scooted in the opposite direction. <I do hope not--I would feel violated.> Using his tail like a whip he sent the peanut rolling across the waiting room floor.
Romeo turned his head up slightly. "Well--we can catch a fery right outside of town--" Sadly it was a male driver, and he would likely tkae her on a pleasure cruise to Kanto if she asked him; flirtatious bastard. "But the real question is what are you doing?" It didn't matter what he did, he was not staying at the island very long. OCntests would start up soon--and besides hi conscious might get in the way. Standing up he spilled a very pissed Glameow to the floor, and then walked toward the door. Luvi following dutifully beside him. The ticket was bow clutched in his right hand, away from Fey.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Apr 8, 2008 0:30:02 GMT 10
Fey tilted her head down to look at the back of Romeo's head. "Oh, I know you did, dear. It's just that I really doubt you were talking about anything as important as tomorrow's dinner," Fey replied. Despite the fact that she has no idea what she will have to face, and, knowing Pravus, that it would probably be something quite unpleasant, she enjoyed the thrill of not knowing. It was somewhat exciting, and the one thing that Fey liked the most, was just that. Excitement.
Meanwhile, down beside the sofa, the fat little Pokémon was still busy devouring the scattered peanuts, when one of them hit him right on the forehead. <Oi! Watch it, will ya?!> Romeo screamed at the Slowpoke, rubbing the place on his head where it hurt most. <Is this the one that I think it is?> he asked, picking up the mischievous peanut. He brought it up to his eye for better examination, and, having noticed some suspicious black spots on it brushed it a couple of times against his thick, greasy coat of fur. Not that it would help, anyway. Then, with a doubtful look on his face, shoved the peanut into his wide open mouth, instantly swallowing it with a loud "gulp".
The moment the Absol-morph noticed Romeo stand up, she followed him to the door, stopping at the other side of it and leaning against the wall, facing the boy. "Well, I thought you might at least tell me where to go next, to get properly recruited. Direct me to somebody who can actually hire me," She said, a slightly helpless look on her face. "You know my preferences," she then added, winking slyly at Romeo.
From the other side of the room, a belch so loud that it probably shook the Pokémon Center in its foundations, roared across the whole building. Romeo the Munchlax gave out a long, tired sigh. <Ahhh, yes, that was it. Perfect acoustics,> the Pokémon said, clearly proud of himself. In respone, Fey, rolling her eyes, took out a single Pokéball, and returned the Munchlax, an apologetic look on her face, as she glanced around the room.
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Post by Feather on Apr 8, 2008 7:02:10 GMT 10
"Dinner? i would be afraid to eat anything cooked by my family." Which was true, his mother usually fed them mess hall food; and they had whatever the mess hall served. Which while nasty was likely much better then anything h is bookish mother, and genius sister could make; they were the kind of people who could cook a salad. "I was getting myself a pass in there--along with you. They wouldn't kill me--but you--" Well the island guards shot anything they knew was strange; or there without permission. It was entertaining to watch, but nerve racking to be approaching the island, and staring down the jaws of tens upon tens of vicious pokemon.
The Slowpoke watched as the Munchlax was hit in the head. It was hard not t let a smile cross his face; the disgusting little beast disturbed that. <You were merely in the way my dear Munchlax.> The pink blob of a slowpoke was secretly glad it had hit the ting in the jowls, but he wans't glad when he realized he had supplied the little blue monster with ammo to disgust him farther. Now his ink skin took on a green tinge, and slipping off the couch he hurried after his trainer, his nose stuck high in the air; he was much beter that that nasty thing!
"Your Munchlax is ---precious." Said Romeo, a look of disgust plastered on his face, making it obvious he thought the Munchlax was anything other then precious. Walking outside he turned his head slightly and faced her. "Well---you can go to Suli. There's a ferry in Barkwish--and fro mwhat I have heard we have a current recruiter who needs a partner." Well from what he KNEW anyway. Romeo felt something brushing the back of his leg, and looked down to see a very fustered Luvi, his tail was caught in the sliding door. Waving his hands in a wave, the sensor allowed the door to open, and sent te little Slowpoke spilling to the ground.
Romeo's eyes widened, that thing had some lungs. At least it hadn't come from the other end. "There is only one female of--yes--" In all the ranks above commanders there were only 3 females, Diara, Yuki, and of course Mion herself. So fey would likely receive a male to talk to, and Romeo felt bad for whoever it was. Looking at the card clutched in his right hand he held it out. "Leave it in the Lab's mail box." It would get to is family eventaully.
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