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Post by [ ♪near;; ] on Jan 9, 2008 4:53:07 GMT 10
.noah kata. I
Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real
The sky was promptly turning an ugly slate-gray in color, as Noah Kata hurried down the road to reach the Laboratory before the downpour started. It wasn't that he hated water. Hell, he loved swimming, for Arceus' sake! No, Noah had one itsy-bitsy problem. Being a Koffing morph, Noah had the ability to control his natural body scent, so, by no means did he smell like a garbage dump; that would be downright unpleasant.
Now, this itsy-bitsy problem was the simple fact that, for reasons unknown, rain made Noah smell like a combination of a drenched skunk and drowned dog. Not very pleasant, indeed. So, now you understand why exactly he wanted to avoid this upcoming squall at any cost.
He wrinkled his nose at the pure misfortune of having to deal with this particular problem; it wasn't himself he was worried about, no; but not every human being could stand being in the vicinity of a stench mixture of 'Eau de Dead and Rotten Animals'. No sir. The tattered and thin trench coat Noah wore flapped slightly in the wind as he stood under the protection of the porch of the Laboratory.
"Artemis nii-chan would have made such a racket if I'd gotten caught in that storm," he smirked, watching the rain fall steadily; his brother, a Linoone Pokemorph, had an enhanced sense of smell, which in this case would've been a curse rather than a blessing. Turning to face the door, he knocked, eager to get on with his journey; at least when the rain gave up some.
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Post by Feather on Jan 9, 2008 10:31:05 GMT 10
This wasn't the only storm Barkwish had experienced lately. Water dripped from the overflowing gutters, and onto the already moist brown stones that led up to the lab path. Of course the gutters were built to withstand more, so the ominous groans they offered up to waiting ears was really nothing to worry about. The door and the building beyond the slight down-curve of the eave of the roof was completely dry, and free of any moisture. The mat instructing you to please wipe your feet had now a partner, one of the exact same mud-color, with the same words on it. This one on the outside instead of the inside. Not to mention the texture was ever so slightly rougher.
After a slight hesitation the door swung in. Revealing the lab in all of its sterilized glory. The checkered floor had been recently mopped, the light from the ceiling reflecting off of it, and making it shine. of course it had never really been dirt, Bill had just insisted on cleaning it , over and over again as long as time permitted the action. Speaking of our Alakzam friend he was now looking sidelong at the Koffing morph. Both of his black eyes showing no amazement at the oddly dressed boy. Nothing new, although most showed More signs of being part Pokemon then their eyes and dress. The blue light surrounding Bill's calm eyes and the same blue from the door faded as the door slowly began closing. Bill wasn't going to invite him in after all, having the door being opened was invitation enough, at least to Bill. "Sit in the chair beside the door." Same monotonic aura as everything else Bill did, that was the tone this was spoken in. He wasn't being rude, when he was rude he spoke wit indifference. Not to mention he would have made the boy stand. With a click the door snapped closed against its frame.
The chair in mention had been recently added, and when th weather was nice was often taken out. Of course it appeared no one was going anywhere until the storm let up. Not that the Professor would mind, but the Alakazam did. Nothing to be done, even he wasn't cruel enough to send someone out into the rain to get pneumonia. Seconds later the professor emerged into the front room, three steaming cups in his hand. Sometimes the Alakazam had to wonder which of them was truly psychic.
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