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Post by Feather on Feb 27, 2008 15:27:16 GMT 10
The white boots remained unstained, luckily for the teenagers rushing up the path to the recently renovated casino. Enigma ignored their roughhousing, and was even kid enough to ignore their cries of: ‘what a odd kid!’ He wagered it was a kindness. A bit of mercy. Standing at about the same height as a normal 10 year old Enigma was dressed in all white. The hat adorning his head had a silky band of white wrapped around its brim. His suit even had buttons of white, the kind usually used to accent couches and booths. Of course the white ensemble was quite odd to see on a ‘child’. The only colors that popped was the bright spring green of his hair, and his pupiless, monotonous eyes. Enigma was in the mood to kick some ass, but earning child abuse charges was not a high objective on his priority list. No he’d only settle for violence if he was provoke. Damn scientists! Treating me like a child in front of the boss, I am older then almost all of them!” The words on the phone had been more then rude, and if not for the fact that he had cost enough in ;lab equipment for two grunts salary he really would have screwed them up. Enigma was glad to see his home away from home appear on the hill.
Raising his flask to his lips he downed the last drops of whiskey he had brought with him,. Quickening the pace, not that any of the bouncers would throw him out. That was until he realized that the two fellows in front of the door were both new. One saw his approach and laughed. “Trying daddy’s clothes for a spin eh you brat?” Enigma slapped the palm of his gloved hand across his face and kept walking. Until he felt a hand clasp around his suit coat and pick him up. The Bouncer was oddly perplexed when the ‘child’ narrowed his eyes, and turned his face upwards. “now moron--” Enigma spat, taking his time continuing his statement. The fellow beside this paunched belly moron was already giggling. “If I was trying on daddy’s clothes would they be tailored?”Both of his ears raised up, but other then that no emotion registered on his face. “Now put me down--and quit wasting my time you oversized obese ass blowhard.” There was his warning, polite or not. The fellow did not let him go of course. Which was what Enigma had been hoping for. “Your choice fellows.”
The man figured out to late that was a ultimatum. Dropping Enigma to the ground, he was ready to kick him out himself. When he found himself halfway up the wall, he realized something was odd, if the glowing eyes didn‘t give it away. His companion was forced to watch as the fellow’s lessons were punctuated with smacks into the stone walls, chips flying off, leaving shards of rock embedded in his bare tank topped back. “I--*smack*--Wish*smack* To--*smack* Come*smack* Inside*smack* You *smack* Don’t *smack Mind*smack*right?” Not waiting for a answer Enigma strolled inside, tipping his hat to the man on the other side of the door, this one was a little smarter. “Have a good day my friends.”
The man slumped to the ground, bleeding, and halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness. Not that Enigma cared.
The white boots dragged on the red carpet as Enigma made his way towards the bar. Not catching sight of Gordot saddened him Hopefully he would see Grayson, near the bar. He probably should have called but the sight of a phone would have made him throw it at the nearest scientist’s head. “Grayson. Where are you?”The man inquired quietly. To himself. Someone to talk to would be nice, but he also needed permission to go and mix his own drinks, with a lollipop accessory. Which was wrapped in wax paper in his pocket.
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Post by Bones on Feb 28, 2008 2:39:31 GMT 10
"Hari! Hari! Hari-YAMA!" Gordot's thick and wide hands pushed forward through the air, left, right, left, right...narrowly missing Grayson's head with each movement. It didn't require much effort for Grayson to dodge Gordot's attacks; he was far more agile than his bulky companion, and able to get in close without fear of counter-attack. If he really wanted to practice dodging attacks, as he had originally set out to do, he would require Machiavellian's help. He let Gordot know they were changing match types with one quick move; his leg flew forward and his knee crashed into the Pokemon's side, causing what little actual fat Gordot had to jiggle slightly before using the momentum of the kick to slide backwards, dodging the counter Gordot likely had planned. Rather than the throw he had anticipated, as is Gordot's specialty, the Arm Thrust Pokemon shot forward a speed faster than one might have thought possible of such a large creature, his right hand slamming hard against Grayson's chest, sending the human flying backwards towards the wall of their small gym. He managed to keep on his feet on the ground for the first yard of his trip backwards, but eventually fell over and landed on his back. He groaned and opened his eyes, having flinched when the attack hit and when he'd hit the ground, looking around him.
"Oh wow...that was... His speech was interrupted by a quick cough as he stood up and dusted off his pants, the only article of clothing he had on, the rest of his muscular frame covered only in bruises and sweat. Gordot had knocked him out of the ring...he'd lost. Today's training session was over. Time for a bath. Grayson sighed, satisfied with today's match despite losing. "Good job, buddy. You go grab a quick snack and a drink, then get back to work. Thanks for helping me out." The two smiled and bowed to each other before taking separate paths out of the gym, Gordot heading toward the casino (or more specifically, the bar) and Grayson heading for his quarters.
The bulky Pokemon pushed open the door labeled 'Employees Only', leaving the section of the building only a handful of people were allowed to enter and back into the more public space of the Parlor, taking a few heavy steps toward the nearby bar and slamming his hand down on it to let the bartender he'd arrived and he was quite thirsty. While waiting for his drink, the Hariyama finally noticed the diminutive Enigma, his gruff expression melting to a much softer one as he looked down at his dear friend. "Hariyama!" Stated he, somewhat excitedly. It was just a simple acknowledgment, since he didn't really have the time to chat. The bartender had quickly poured the large fellow a tall glass of milk, and Gordot had just as quickly sucked it down, wiping away the extra milk from his lips and waving goodbye to Enigma while heading for the poker tables, where a lot of trouble situations usually got there start.
Grayson returned to the casino shortly after, a freshly bathed with a new change of clothes on, his graying hair still damp. He was adorned in the style of attire typical for him; a gray, button-up vest over a white collared shirt, gray dress pants, and black dress shoes. He hadn't styled his hair at all after getting out of the shower, which wasn't much of a problem since it was cut rather short today. Even when it wasn't short, he was one of those lucky individuals whose hair just fell into place. Mr. Grayson was straightening the cuffs of his shirt as he entered the large hall, stopping a few feet ahead of the bar, looking around. "Let's see...today being what it is, Enigma should be here...where is he...?" He spoke to himself, obviously expecting his mysterious friend to arrive despite having no prior notice. "Hmm...if I were he, where would I be? Knowing him..." He turned around to face the bar and, just as he'd expected, found Enigma staring at him from a bar stool. "Ah! There you are. Good to see you, my friend." He stated a bit cheerfully and sat down on a stool next to the young looking man, signaling for the bartender to prepare a few drinks for he and his guest. "So, what have you been up to today? Haven't seen you for the better part of the week, you know."
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Post by Feather on Feb 28, 2008 14:02:09 GMT 10
Enigma glanced toward the Hariyama. Offering up a nod in way of greeting. Nothing more. how in the name of hell had the Hariyama had service so fast!? They were being disrespectful. Ignoring the man who looked ten at the bar while serving the Hariyama, and he hadn't even said please. Where the hell was the equality. Bored out of his mind Enigma began spinning in the stool, of course he had to use his hands to stop himself seeing as his feet were dangling a full 5 inches from the floor. The heel of his left foot was currently resting on the height adjustment bar, which he didn't feel like pumping at the current moment. After a few seconds of this he grew bored, and diverted his attention down the counter. Just as the Hariyama stood up, slammed his glass down and walked away with a wave. Enigma raised a gloved hand and waved lazily.
Then he returned to watching the bartender move up and down the counter, likely not ignoring him. Just to busy to notice he was there and serve him the hardest liquor he had, not that it would do anything more then the most watered down wine for Enigma.
The man in white turned toward the owner of this 'wonderful' establishment. Tipping his hat in a wordless greeting,. The stark white of his outfit stood out against the ebony wood of the bar counter. At the greeting Enigma emotionlessly added a inquiry, to spark conversation: "You as well. How is life in this hell hole?" Not that HQ was any better, at least here he didn't have to deal with those infuriating bastards in the white coats who thought they were smarter then anyone else who wasn't wearing one, even if the old Enigma had trained a quarter of them. They forgot that this 'midget' was their former boss.
Enigma turned his eyes to the glittering glass on the other side of the counter, his eyes shone hungrily. This would help, not that it would do anything but taste good going down his throat. Alcohol had as much effect on him as cloudy water. None. Something to do with the morphing mistakes. "Glad your guards were so polite." At the next statement a roguish smile crossed his childish features, his cane shot against the counter, with a crack. "I have spent all week locked in my own room so the next scientist I found didn't find himself with my undivided attention." Of course he also really wished to take a telephone and bash their heads to a blood pulp. Out of the belt a Pokemon emerged a Drapion, who looked down at Grayson and grinned. Well at least that's what he tried to do, not look predatory. "Hug Mr. Grayson?" It inquired, the high ceilings, which were made for Pokemon easily accommodating it. Enigma had little control over Quinn. The clasp on his pokeball was broken, and transferring him was risky. At heart he was little more then a baby, which was true considering his age.
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Post by Bones on Feb 29, 2008 4:29:57 GMT 10
"Life's been...alright. I've still got customers and all my hair, so I guess things are going well." He smiled gently as he spoke, catching the drinks that had been made for himself and Enigma as they slid down the bar. Passing Enigma his drink he offered up a toast with a nod of his head and sucked the drink down, sighing in relief once it was empty. "Sorry to hear about your troubles with science. Got yourself a safe haven right here, so long as you've got the money to stay." He chuckled lightly and tucked a hand into his pocket.
"Speaking of which..." His eyes moved back and forth subtly to check if anyone was watching or listening. Everyone else nearby seemed occupied with their own affairs, so it was safe to talk. "Your share of this week's profits have been deposited into your account. We've had a lovely streak of luck-less losers lately, so we've made quite the profit this week. Boss has assured me everyone is getting paid quite well." The way it worked was Grayson sent all the money they made directly to the President, who divvied up the portions among his little 'ventures' that needed it the most. A lot of it went towards maintaining the Parlor and Main HQ. The rest went towards everyone's paycheck, and whatever was left got put right into Mion's pocket, along with whatever Mion felt like paying other Pravus members for a excellence in their field.
"But that's enough of such talk! Come, come! While you're here, let's enjoy ourselves! His voice raised up from the whisper it was seconds ago, suddenly filled with new enthusiasm. "So, friend of mine! What did you come here to do? Surely, more than just drink?" A flash of light took Grayson by surprise for a few seconds, before he'd realized what had taken place. Quinn had escaped again. Upon the scorpion's request for a hug, he couldn't help but smile again. "Of course, of course my spiny friend!" He got up off the bar stool and looked the creature over for a second, not really sure how to go about hugging it. Its arms came out of its head...his head was shorter than Grayson's...it would be difficult to hug proper. So instead he just pat the creature on the head and turned back to Enigma, beckoning him to stand up and follow him.
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Post by Feather on Feb 29, 2008 13:50:16 GMT 10
ENigma fiddled with the spring green locks which jutted out from under his cap. 'I do forget men --ou--your age do have that little problem with recedence of the hairline." Which was true. He had completely forgotten about that. The morph himself felt as spry as he was as a ten year old, but much less motivated to do anything requiring physical activity. Besides lifting this heavenly glass to his lips and drinking. Of course it was only polite to wait ntil the owner of this place made a toast. At which point the youthful looking admin hefted the tumbler to his glass and slung it down his throat. Really not caring what kind of alchohol was in it. A few of the other counter solicitors mumbled to themselves about under-age drinking but said little else. "Money? I own about 1/8 of this place. Preferrably this 8th." The bar area. That would be heavenly. No more having it cut out of his wages, which were rather substantial, but so was his alchohol consumption. Even if he did have a job to do it would be nice to take Mions repeated orders 'of go away' as a excuse for a vacation. At one of the only places he knew of without a pool.
Enigma didn't bother to add his deadened glance to the paranoid scanning of his friend. That would likely draw more glances then fend them off. "On time as usual." Enigma's voice rang out, clipped as usual. If any grunts were watching he really couldn't relax and be overly polite. No groveling for Enigma. Or the fellow in the white suit, either way the man in the whtie refused to beg and say please to anyone and everyone. Just a select few. "After last week she owes me a bonus. " She had forcd him to make chocoalte, and then hadn't fallen for the little trick he had taken so long to prepare. Uppity little bit--boss--ah well she did keep us together after all. Even if she has never actualyl seemed to be inclined to do much ehrself. Enigma had never had a bonus, likely because his disobedience of orders earned it. Using his arms, and bit of telekinesis added he slid the glass back along the counter, and nodded at the bartender. He'd be back, and hopefully nab that bottle of whiskey behind the slim fellows head.
Enjoyment? It had been a while since he had enjoyed anything. Oh well he could try. Not that he'd smile about anything, until he was allowed to gamble. Which he wasn't. Allowing a child shorter then the tabletop to gamble, even if he was no child was of course 'BAD FOR BUSINESS'. At least that's what he had heard from his friend--158 times to date. Oh yes. He had coem here to do something hadn't he? But first things first-- "Grayson do you happen to have a phone to spare?" From the slight narrowed gaze of his eyes it was obvious he didn't mean for it to ever be spare again, or spared in this case.
Quinn smiled as the warm hand of Grayson was placed on his head. using his long poisonous barbed arms he wrapped oen around Grayson, and one around Enigma and lifted. "Thank you Mr. Grayson!" A new drink had currently appeared at the counter in front of Enigma nad the short man reached to grasp it, and missed. The purple spine studded creature disappeared with a farewell wave, added some more wieght to Enigma's belt. Which was white instead of the standard black.
Enigma was glad he had been only a good foot of the ground when he had been dropped, landing on his abdomen from any higer up would have hurt. Wordlessly he pushed himself up from the ground, clutched the drinking glass , which had magically floated down to his open hands he followed Grayson. Not really caring what he wanted. Being friends with him yielded the same results as being friends with a inanimate object, one sided affectation. The mutant had to admit that he was fond of Grayson though, a miniscule amount, but fond anyway.
(Nowhere near finished--being kicked off at the moment--I'll finish it during fifth hour..or..when I get home ^ ^)
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