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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:05 pm
That is what anyone would say had they been looking for the delicious treat in the kitchen that day, for it was the fourth such instance this week alone. For some strange, seemingly inexplicable reason, whenever someone replaced the chocolate supply in the kitchen, it would mysteriously disappear later that day or that night.
Well, mysterious and inexplicable to most - but not to Claire.
And for the fourth time this week alone, she stormed into the empty kitchen before bellowing the name of her Pokemon-version of Houdini. "ZEUS!" This was the last straw. He had behaved perfectly well - well, as good as a recent stray pokemon could behave after being suddenly captured only a few short months ago - up until her left arm had been broken in the last raid. After that, his behavior had curved into a horrible downward spiral that collapsed onto itself and only sent it hurtling downward even faster at an exponential rate.
She began opening and closing slamming cabinet doors, pity she could only focus on one at a time without the use of her other hand, in the most obvious shelves first, looking for her disobedient, runaway pokemon. "I swear, when I find you, I'm going straight to the tech department --" Slam! "-- and I'm having them alter the mechanics on your pokeball --" Bang! "-- so you can't escape it whenever you want anymore!" Whether or not he understood her words now, he definitely would later when he could no longer escape from his pokeball. She'd lock the damned thing in a small box, put that box inside of another box, and then mail that box to herself and when it arrives, smash it with a hammer! lock it in the godamned closet, every single night until she knew he'd behave himself. Ugh, this was too much...
Unbeknownst to his infuriated trainer, the devilish little imp of a pokemon was hidden under the sink, which would obviously be the last place his trainer would ever look. Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:29 pm
Now, this chocolate disappearing fathom was a bit of a problem. At least for Vincent. See, chocolate was his one of his favorite things to eat, and chocolate cookie his absolute of the little deserts. Though, he was trying to loose wait for his mothers sake, so in fact it was a GOOD thing... It didn't mean he had to like it.
So there he stood, staring at where all the delicious pastries should be, and instead there was nothing. On his tray, he had meatballs and spaghetti. Again. Without any deserts. He was half tempted to go back there and make some covered treats himself, but he felt that he'd probably kill himself in a kitchen like that because of how clumsy he is.
Speaking of clumsy, he just about jumped out of his body from the sudden slamming of cabinet doors and ect. He whipped around, almost spilling his spaghetti, only to see an angry woman on a rampage. Was it that time of the month already? He was sure he had at least another weak.
For about a minute or so, he stood there in silence as he watched her go from cabinet to cabinet, searching for who knows what?! Finally, after that minute, he just had to ask. So slowly, and as calmly as he could, he walked a bit closer to her, until within' a speaking distance that she could hopefully hear him without yelling.
"H-hey there. What 'cha lookin' for?"
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:43 pm
In the middle of a conversation seemingly with herself, the irate grunt paused, holding one cabinet open with a slender gloved hand. "Hnn--? Oh." Damn, she hadn't noticed anyone else when she'd stormed in here. Probably made a fool of herself too, but no matter. Where had he been hiding, anyway? Oh well. "My Pikachu," she replied with a look that was a mix between disdain and a grimace. "He's escaped again and most likely eaten every bit of chocolate in here he could get his grubby little paws on." Which was unfortunate for anyone desiring a chocolatey dessert of any kind, because they wouldn't have any for at least today, maybe tomorrow too.
She slammed another cabinet door once she saw it was empty, and sighed frustratedly before pausing, turning to him once more. "Have you seen an artificial shiny Pikachu anywhere? His eartips are brown, if that's any help. But you probably haven't," she added after a moment, violet eyes glaring at a random tile on the floor, as if it were the physical embodiment of all of her life's problems and therefore the bane of her entire existence.
With another sigh, which sounded infinitely more frustrated than the prior one, she young woman slammed another empty cabinet shut before one more pause. It seemed being so angry was interfering with her train of thought on what was proper and what was a priority. What was proper was to introduce herself. What was a priority was to find Zeus. Priority won out over propriety in this round. "My name's Claire," she offered, taking a break from looking so she could turn to face the newcomer. At least it was a chance to study a new face, because he didn't seem the least bit familiar. Newbie, more than likely. "What's yours?"
Zeus put his dirty, sticky paws over his mouth to stifle his laughter, succeeding in that and smearing chocolate on his face even worse than it was before. Ohh, if only he could see Claire's face!
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:39 pm
The grunt listened to her go on about her Pikachu, the little thief that was causing his life so much misery, had apparently disappeared on her again. Well, at least he knew that this Pikachu had common interests, if only they could learn to share he wouldn't be forced to help her, but he saw no other choice. He needed a dessert, damnit! Sometime this week at least.
He was a bit taken back when she actually when she started to introduce herself, it wasn't like a woman to suddenly take control of her emotions like that. Usually when they were wound up, they were wound up pretty tight, so it made them hard to talk to. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised she even heard him the first time. Girls tended to ignore him in general though.
He finally decided it was time for him to speak up, " My name is Vin---" He paused for a moment as he thought of which name to give her, and upon a decision, changed his tone, "Whale. It's nice to meet you ma'm." He gave a little bow, to show his respect, even if he accidentally got a bit of meatball sauce on his shirt. " So you're looking for your Pikachu, hm? If we could find any more treats, you could use it as a lure. Or I could help you look. I'm kinda of a fan of sugary treats myself.".
He then looked for a place to set down his tray, needing free hands to help her search in all. He found a small table and placed his tray on it, before noticing the sauce on his shirt. He let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Grrreat." He turned back to look at her, giving her a worried smile, " Uhm, do you know where the napkins are today?"
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 9:02 pm
Unfortunately for the young man, Zeus did not share his chocolate. Ever.
Claire quirked a brow at his reaction, or at least once she had stopped long enough to see it, and especially at his sudden change in name. "Vinwhale? Is that what you said?" She quizzed, eyebrows raised but with an expression that housed nothing except skepticism and sarcasm. Of course it was obvious he had meant to give her what was possibly his real name, but changed his decision at the last second. There weren't too many names that began with 'Vin', however, so unfortunately for him it would be easy guesswork. But come on, 'Whale'? Was he serious?
Violet eyes dipped downward, instantly noticing the sauce on his shirt the moment the accident happened, and she felt her left hand twitch slightly at the carelessness with which he held his tray full of food. Obviously this man wasn't exactly the most careful person in the world, so it was no surprise when he all of a sudden ask for napkins. Claire pointed to a cabinet behind him as soon as he elongated the word 'great.' "Directly behind you," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, turning to rummage through more cabinets, slowly making her way towards the sink. "And no, treats won't work. He's already stuffed himself full of chocolate by now, no doubt about that. If you'd like to help look, I would appreciate it, but if not, then by all means, go eat and don't worry too much about the uniform. You can always get a replacement." If he was actually wearing the standard issue uniform, that is. She hadn't really paid attention to that. Why should she pay attention to such frivolities? Now stains were another story entirely.
"There's plenty more sugary treats, I'm sure," she said demurely, her demeanor completely back to normal now that there was another person in the room, and she changed to her typical cool, collected, lofty self once again. "You might want to check in one of the freezers for ice cream, or in the pantry for baked goods, perhaps. I'm not too sure, I don't eat any of that," complete with a dismissive wave in the general direction of the pantry.
Zeus heard the cabinet door next to the sink slam. Punishment incoming...
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:19 am
Vincent turned around, kind of feeling a bit embarrassed that he hadn't seen the napkins when he put the tray down. But whatever, not like he could change now. He took the napkins and started rubbing the sauce off his shirt, at least the uniform was black with a huge R in the front of it, the sauce was hardly noticeable.
Of course, he suffered further humiliation when he heard her talking about all those sweet treats like... Well, like he should feel disappointed in himself in enjoying those types of leisurely food. Which he did, and it's not like he wasn't on a diet, he just had control issues when it came to food. Severe control issues. His father talked about food the same way, and even started drugging the cookies and stuff at home to try to get him to quit. That didn't necessarily work though, just made him go out and get cookies somewhere else and hide it in his room.
'Van-Whale?' Yeah, he had messed up there too. Well, might as well explain. " My real name is Vincent, but... My mother calls me whale. Beached Whale to be exact. The other rockets heard her call me it once, and the name kind of stuck.". After he finished cleaning off the sauce, he turned turned back towards her, moving to the cabinets on the other side of where she was searching.
"Sure, I'll help you look. It'll be faster that way right? I've never heard of a Pikachu being so obsessed with food though." And so, he started opening and closing cabinets just had she had been doing.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:05 am
Actually, in fact, she did enjoy sweet treats on occasion, but she was too angry to go into specifics, especially because sweets were currently her biggest problem. Or rather, they were the catalyst of her biggest problem. Namely, Zeus, and his chocolate obsession. "Ah --" Slam. "So she is in Team Rocket as well? Or was? It also sounds like your maternal relations were a little less than stellar." She violently pushed aside thoughts about her own mother. Now was not the time to think about that.
"If you don't mind, I'd much rather call you Vincent than Whale, so it's nice to meet you, Vincent. And, it's not so much food he's obsessed with, though he does eat a great deal when he gets loose. It's chocolate he's obsessed with, specifically."
She hesitated to open the cabinet door below the sink, because there was no food in there, and her free hand hovered in front of it thoughtfully before violet eyes narrowed. Because there was no food in there? No food. Oh, that little... She glared at it before swinging the door open quickly, and the Pikachu with chocolate smeared over his paws and face offered her a sheepish wave. "You--! Ohh, you are in so much trouble!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:45 pm
Vincent had just been looking in looking in a drawer, giving a small sad smile that she actually wanted to call him Vincent. It made him happy of course, but it was just.... Why was she one of the first that actually wanted to call him by his real name?
He turned towards her quickly once he heard her scrambling to grab the Pikachu. He chuckled a bit as he walked to her side carefully and tried peeking in, " You're in for it now little guy. Shouldn't disobey your trainer like that, even if it is for treats." Vincent warned the pokemon, even if it already knew that. It was fun to empathize just in how much trouble it was in.
Vincent then stood back up to his original posture, thinking for a moment, " How does a pokemon trainer discipline their pokemon?". He had already seen many ways, the ways his mother used to discipline her pokemon. He didn't really like how she did it though, so he hoped that there were other ways to discipline a pokemon.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:12 am
Zeus didn't bother moving, allowing his trainer to grab him by the scruff and hoist him out. He did flick his ears when the other human addressed and chided him on his behavior, so he wrinkled his nose at the person before sticking his tongue out at him. Who did he think he was, telling him what was bad?
Claire completely missed the look on Vincent's face when she addressed him by his real name, too busy glaring under the sink. Truth was, she just didn't want to call someone 'whale' unless she was insulting them. He seemed like a nice person, so she felt no desire to call him such a thing.
"How?" The question made her blink several times. "Well, it depends on the pokemon, I suppose. For Zeus, the first thing is he'll get no chocolate for a minimum of two weeks." The Pikachu gasped, the look on his face absolutely horrified, "and he'll also be running on the treadmill daily for the same length of time, to work off all of that chocolate he's eaten this week." She shot him another glare. "That, and he won't be sleeping out of his pokeball in my room anymore, I'll keep him in it and lock the damned ball in a closet or something so he can't escape." It wasn't exactly the worst punishment in the world, but it should work for the chubby furball.
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