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 Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:41 pm
It seemed as though it had been ages since Lucas had last sat down and written, and so he found himself doing so, sitting on the floor or a deserted corridor of the base with a stack of paper and a box of ball-point pens beside him. A clipboard rested in his lap and provided the resistance necessary for his task, and he wrote. He wrote of all of the people he had met recently, of all the thoughts he had pondered, and of all things he had seen. It was a lot to record, but the idea that he could lose it all at the drop of a hat was enough to propel his words forward onto the paper. He was lost in his own concentration, drowning in a sea of thoughts with no desire to come to the surface for breath.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:07 pm
Misa was, at the moment, a very bored Misdreavus. Her trainer, Callista, was off hunting down the silly Squirtle that held the honor of being the Rocket's first official pokemon within the organization, and rather than helping her, Misa had decided to find someone else to bother. Unfortunately, she hadn't so far, and there is nothing worse in the world than a bored ghost-type pokemon. She rounded a corner, seeking out a victim, and finally spotted a likely-looking fellow who was scribbling things down, much like her trainer did.
This could prove to be very interesting, and if it didn't then she wasn't one of the prettiest ghost-types in existence! Which naturally meant she was right, after all. Misdreavus were inherently superior to all other pokemon, especially silly Squirtles who liked to wear bandannas! It wasn't hard to sneak up on the unsuspecting human, so lost in thought was he, and once she was securely behind him - halfway phased through the wall behind his head - she let out a piercing screech that was one of the trademarks of her species.
"DREEEEAAA!" If that didn't scare him, then he was made of tougher stuff than most!
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 5:48 am
Swiftly, fluidly, and without a hint of warning, Lucas went from his position on the floor to crouched at the ready in the middle of the hall, facing the Misdreavus and grappling for the gun that no longer hung at his belt. He noticed the mischievous ghost peeking through the wall, and his icy expression thawed into one of mild confusion.
"Ah, wha..." He could have sworn he was sitting against that wall before. He rose to a full standing position and rotated his wrists idly as he considered the situation. "Hello there," he greeted, a perplexed quality clinging to his tone.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:22 am
"...Drea?" Misa asked, floating out of the wall to peer into the man's face. He had reacted pleasantly enough, but not like a coward - this was good, actually; she had grown tired of how easy it was to scare Aiden. This one would be a challenge! She floated around him in a cautious circle, watching him the entire time. "Miiis!" she declared after a moment, pleased with herself, and then turned, floating off up the hall to where she could hear voices coming.
"For the last time, Aiden! No raiding the snack machines!" Callista's irritated voice echoed down the corridor, accompanied by the desperate protestations of the wriggling squirtle the trainee now held in her arms. "And no getting the ghost types to raid them for you, either!" Misa rolled her eyes and floated back and forth between her trainer and her latest victim, allowing the pink-haired rocket to spot her and head down the hall toward her. "There you are, Misa! What have you been up to?" The trainer asked, before spotting the other Rocket in the hall.
"Ah, I take it Misa decided to prank you?" Callista asked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes with a huff, her arms full of bandanna-bedecked Squirtle.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:57 am
Lucas leaned back a fraction of an inch as the Misdreavus approached, unsure of its intent. He started after it quizzically when it suddenly exclaimed and proceeded down the hall, an expression that remained even as a young woman's voice reached him and its owner came into view. He watched the lecture with a mild intrigue and started when he suddenly found the attention on himself.
"Ah..." He thought hard about the question but could recall nothing to suggest an answer. "Um, maybe? I'm not sure, to be honest..." He pulled his hand over the back of his neck, searching the Misdreavus for some clue to his situation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:42 pm
Misa nodded happily, turning in circles in the air as she chirped a cheery "Dreavus!" to confirm her pranking intentions before turning her attention to the wriggling Suirtle, deciding to lecture him thoroughly on being a pain to her and to Callista by running away all the time. Callista dropped Aiden to the ground, only confident that he wouldn't run away because Misa was there and more than willing to continue lecturing the bratty water-type indefinitely.
The pinkette brushed a hand through her hair idly, blue eyes narrowing in thought as she took in the other Rocket's appearance, making detailed notes in her head so that she wouldn't forget him if they met again at a later point - which was completely logical. "I don't believe we've spoken before," she finally said, as a way to actually speak to the other without sounding overly cheerful or perky - traits that she personally detested.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:00 pm
Lucas watched in mild confusion as the Misdreavus turned her attention elsewhere. He couldn't say he knew exactly what had happened, but at least he had a vague concept now, and that was better than what he had half the time.
"Hm? Ah, yeah, me neither. Spoken before, I mean. Think we have." He cracked his knuckles idly in an attempt to draw attention away from his word fumble, or at least to lessen the effect of his resounding communication failure. "Name's Lucas Bristow, at your service," he amended, offering a hand in greeting. Smooth recoveries were his forte. ...Sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:21 pm
Callista nodded, mentally adding 'non-eloquent' to her mental list of this particular Rocket's attributes. "Callista Joi - and that's with an "i" on the end," she added, frowning as she added the note for the letter change - it wasn't like it was really a necessary addition, probably, but considering her appearance... well, she'd learned not to take chances.
Aiden sat on the floor, his eyes glazed over as he ignored Misa's lecture, before being distracted by the new person who his trainer was talking to. "Squirtle...?" he drawled quietly, then tapped at the stranger, quickly turning it into a poking game - how many times could he poke the man before he got annoyed? Or better, before Callista got annoyed?
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:33 pm
"A pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he said with an acknowledging nod. His memory was far from the best, but since she had specifically mentioned the spelling anomaly, he figured he should commit it in case he ever had need to spell it in the future. He became aware of a sensation in his leg and turned his gaze down and on the Squirtle seated before him, poking at him. He watched for a short while before crouching to the little water type's level. "Hey there, pal. What are you up to?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:45 pm
"Squirtle!" Aiden declared happily, beaming a bright, beaked smile at the Rcoket and poking at him again. Callista rolled her eyes and knelt to (gently) tug the water pokemon backwards by his bandanna. Aiden flailed at the sudden contact and nearly tripped, but righted himself at the last moment with a little bit of luck. Callista sighed and shook her head.
"A pleasure for me as well - sorry about Aiden. He's ridiculously young and act more immature than he should," she said, gesturing to the Squirtle as her Misdreavus sank partway into the floor, staring up with bright golden eyes as she plotted something sneaky. "He was probably just poking you to see if you got angry."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:17 pm
"Nah, he's fine," Lucas said with a laugh as he returned to his full height. "Good that he's so forward, right?" It was a trait he had always found refreshing in pokemon after spending so long with shy and gloomy Merry. "Maybe he could use it as an attack in battle. I bet it'd go a long ways towards inflicting confusion." He grinned at the Squirtle, completely oblivious to the Misdreavus's suspicious activities.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 4:40 pm
It's only good when you don't mind how much attention he draws to himself," Callista said with a shrug and a mildly annoyed frown. "It's bad enough that I can't take him off-base because he won't part with that bandanna. I don't need him running around and getting me in trouble with my superiors while I'm here, either."
Meanwhile, Misa cackled very quietly to herself and sank completely through the floor, before surging upwards and draping her form over Lucas' face with a happy cackle. Surely he'd scream this time, right?
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 5:06 pm
"Hmm, what if you tied another bandana over it?" He turned back to Aiden, grinning, "Or would you not like that?" He could admire the Squirtle's deep dedication to the team... or at least to fashion.
Suddenly there was something on his face, and the man moved backwards with all speed and grace. He stood at his full height and pulled his glasses away from his eyes, revealing a grim expression completely devoid of the warmth and friendliness with which he had spoken moments earlier. His voice was dark when he spoke, "I recommend you keep your Misdreavus in check. I won't be held accountable if it gets hurt." His tone betrayed no bluff.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:04 pm
Callista was about three seconds away from recalling Missy into her pokeball when the ghost-type squeaked in fright and zipped to hide behind her shoulder, murmuring in panicked whimpers. The pink-haired Rocket had never seen her Misdreavus scared, especially of a human. She said nothing, but kept her ghost type behind her and gently tugged Aiden away.
"We'll be going then," she said flatly, guessing that this "social time", or whatever it was supposed to be, was over. "I'll keep your recommendations in mind."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:27 pm
The dark expression fell from his face, leaving one that was much more confused, and with good reason: his vision was slightly blurry, he was much further away from the girl than he remember, her pokemon seemed afraid of something, and she appeared to be hurriedly excusing herself. Only one of those oddities could be easily explained (his vision was blurred because his glasses were in his hand instead of on his face), and even that explanation brought up more questions (why and when had he taken off his glasses in the first place?). He was grudgingly accustomed to these lapses in memory, though, and so he nodded slowly.
"Uh, okay... Guess I'll... see you around?" He rubbed at his neck, still very obviously baffled by it all.
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