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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 4:32 pm
After a healthy session of reading up everything she could find on the subject of eggs (in particular Pidgey eggs, of course), Tam', Palu and the egg were to be found still occupying the library.
It had been a morning filled with egg facts and tidbits, plus some Pidgey trivia that frankly Tam' suspected was largely based on folklore .
Palu sat with her egg upon the floor beside the bookish grunt's chair. She wasn't quite sat -on- the egg, but she was certainly snuggled against it, making sure it was warm enough.
Three abandoned books graced the table in front of Tambrey; 'Eggs: How to care for them', 'Theories On Egg Origin and Care' and 'Pidgey: From Egg to 'Ot'. The dark-haired woman clearly hadn't thought to return them yet, or still planned to take more notes.
She was either finished or on a break, for the book gracing her hands currently was clearly fiction; 'A Study in Scarlet', Conan Doyle.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 4:50 pm
Tony found the most relaxing place was the library. No matter what else was going on, if he came to the library he found himself at peace. He didn't have to think about anything he didn't want to, or anything that was annoying him, so long as he had a book in his hand that captured the attention of his mind.
And the library was full of just those kinds of things.
He came in today to do a bit of research to aid in his training. He was mostly a pokemon breeder and researcher, and did great with them on paper and in numbers, or when he needed to tend to them back in his days at the Safari Zone. Fleetingly, letting them live natural, 'wild' lives. Of course, now that he actually had his own pokemon to tend and train, things were a bit different.
The only pokemon he had ever trained was Bruce, and as it turned out they were not all like Bulbasaur. Which he knew. On paper. He made to sit down, realizing that he had so much more to learn about pokemon, and becoming complacent in his knowledge was dangerous to him. He looked up to realize the table he had chosen, a pile of books in front of him, wasn't empty.
"Oh! S-sorry," he said, though he didn't think until after he spoke that she might not have noticed him yet.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 5:21 pm
"Hmmm?"
"Ohh'-toh..?"
Tony attracted the attentions of both the dark-haired woman at the table and the bird on the floor nearby as he sat down at the table Tambrey was using.
Palu put her wing around her egg and tilted her head; the bird's eyes peering suspiciously at this man. She'd already been parted with two eggs, which she wasn't overly pleased about whether they remained around the base or not. Indeed she'd only forgiven Tambrey partially so far, though she remained completely loyal to her trainer. Any stranger now was a potential threat to her remaining baby. She would watch him with distrust until she was certain he didn't want to take the shelled child away from her.
Tambrey was much more welcoming, if perhaps she didn't seem all that much more cheerful for a moment and more bewildered.
Her eyes appeared over the top of her book with only half hearted suspicion as she smirked, uncertainly.
"Sorry? Why, what've ya done?" She semi-joked, finding the apology to be a rather amusing, if just slightly confusing greeting.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 5:30 pm
Tony looked surprised, realizing there was a pokemon present as well. How had he missed that? He supposed if he could miss the person sitting at the table, it wasn't a big stretch to miss a pidgeotto on the floor. Still, he felt flustered.
Hanging out with people always made him flustered, mostly because it always happened on accident.
He smiled at the bird pokemon and the egg, noting the behavior.
"I'm not going to take your egg from you, little bird," he said softly, then looked at Tambrey as she spoke. He turned bright red, finding it easier to speak to a pokemon, that wouldn't speak back and probably didn't understand him, than another human being. He cleared his throat, moving to rub the back of his neck where hairs were prickling nervously only to nearly knock over his tower of books. One fell off the top as he caught the others, banging into the table and skittering off the other side.
"Ah... uhm... for that, for one. And for, uh. I sat down here without realizing it was already being used."
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 5:53 pm
Palu eyed the man with scrutinizing eyes; it looked as though she did understand him, but perhaps didn't quite trust his words just yet. And to call her 'little bird'! Hmph! The Pidgeotto turned her beak up pompously, keeping one eye on Tony all the while.
"Piiidgeeotto." She stated grumpily and shuffled herself and her egg to be just a little turned away from him. 'Little bird' indeed. The bird clearly considered herself to be a large, proud and noble pokemon; why couldn't humans ever seem to see that?
Tambrey grinned at the exchange. "Ah. She'll warm up to you."
She set her book down just in time to see Tony's books tumble across the table and watch one make a break for freedom from the tormentors who would clearly wish to open it up and examine its insides.
"Not so fast, you!" She cried, diving sideways from her seat in a bid to recapture her new table-mate's prisoner.
"Nah, don't worry about that; I've got it!" She announced from close to the floor. "And as for sitting down... Well, if you'd asked I'd have said yes anyway. Ya just forewent the asking as I see it. No worries."
The grunt popped back up, volume in hand.
"Your book, uh..?" She prompted, waiting for a name.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:48 am
Tony grinned at the pidgeotto, liking the bird pokemon immediately. He always thought it was funny, interesting, seeing the personalities of pokemon. Even fleetingly, like this. He shook his head, not meaning to make a study of a chance meeting, looking at Tambrey when she spoke.
"I'm sure she will. Or not, I don't mind either way. I think it's very interesting that she doesn't like me."
He chuckled, but didn't explain himself.
Tony blushed and moved to take the book as she recovered it, having hurried around the table for no reason now that she had saved it from the floor. He stammered for a bit, then offered her a nod that didn't make sense before shoving his hand toward her.
"Anthony. Darrow. Not good with people. I figure I'll one day just get a card with that on it, and save all the... uh... trouble."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:00 pm
"Nah, she'll come around, I promise. She's never 'not liked' someone for very long at all, pompous as she acts. She's just a little edgy about her egg- should hatch soon. And... yeah. Interesting is a good word for a lot of the things she does." Tam' explained and smirked as she handed the book back, shrugging at his introduction, but offering her own hand, now book free, out to meet his.
She wrapped her fingers and palm around his metacarpus and introduced herself in return.
"Tambrey Green. Or Tam'." She canted her head slightly, using the action like a shrug; the body language of 'what I prefer/if you want to call me something shorter'. "Also not good with people most of the time, but then, who is right? ...And ya could probably guess by the roaming pokemon and my... complete fixation on my book when you came in. Sorry about that; Old Artie never gets old no matter how often I read him..." She paused to think about the statment then shook her head "Well, obviously he got old when he was... ah, you know what I mean, I'm sure." She bit her lip, mentally cursing herself for starting to ramble.
She was sure she now seemed very strange.
Palu contined nursing her egg, keeping her back to, but one eye on, the strange man talking with her trainer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:34 pm
"Does she? That's sweet. It's a mark of a good trainer to understand their pokemon by their habits so closely. I admit, it took me ages to start recognizing Bruce's habits as personality rather than behaviors. But working in the Safari Zone helped to change my perception, which... oh. I'm... babbling."
He frowned. His words got away from him, and he was talking about things she hadn't asked about. He couldn't help it, with the researcher in him. Lectures were a part of his regular dialogue, and he had a bad habit of over explaining even the simple things. When no one asks, to boot.
"I don't blame her, ah, for being worried about her eggs, anyway. If I had eggs I'd keep them safe, as well. Not that... I'd have eggs. Hm."
He shook her hand lightly, smiling. He was glad to meet her, as it was rare for him to meet any of the other members, outside of a work sense. When they needed him for help, or he was doing a job, sure, but not just to say hello. Mostly because he avoided social interactions. "Tambrey. That's a nice name."
It seemed he missed the point of her body language. Or simply didn't know how to read it, oblivious as ever.
He did feel slightly more at ease when he heard her rambling, too. It made him feel better about his own babble and awkward nerves to see someone else suffering the same affliction. "It's nice to meet you. And I completely understand getting lost in a book. Believe me. Better than getting lost outside somewhere, any day."
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:23 pm
"Aw. Well. Thankyou." Tambrey grinned as she was complimented as a good trainer. She was really rather proud of Palu and she was neither told such things, nor admitted as much very often, so it was nice to hear it.
She listened happily as he began to talk about his own pokemon and about the Safari Zone. her ears almost visibly perking as he mentioned the place.
"Woah. Wait? No. Don't apologise for rambling on about something like that, Ant! Or.. Tony... Which do you prefer?" She shook her head. "But, no, seriously. The Safari Zone is /cool/. Don't apologise for talking about that to me... Er. Though I guess it might help if I knew who Bruce was... A pokemon for sure, but what sort?" She grinned as she listened to him talk and fumble over the subject of eggs.
"Well, no. I hope you don't lay eggs. That would be kind of creepy, actually- but yes, Palu's not so much worried as in a paranoid stage of motherhood I guess. Closer it gets to hatching, the antsier she's getting over it."
The idea of her name being 'nice' had come up only a very few times before and it was always a bit of a shock to hear it.
"Er, thank's. Kind of a family name. Sort of. I guess I like it well enough. Stuck with it anyway."
She grinned again, nodding as she found yet another thing to agree with.
"Oh.. Well, yes. I mean, I really like outside and I actually don't mind getting lost but getting lost in a good story's a little bit more magical, y'know? Or... does that sound a bit dorky?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 4:06 pm
"Ant...?"
Tony had never head that one before. Anth maybe once or twice, and his parents had a bad habit of calling him Anthy, once upon a time, but he had not been called an ant before. He chuckled, shaking his head. He didn't mind either way, and it was rather nice to hear a new name.
"Whatever you would like to call me works for me. Minus something openly insulting, of course."
He grinned.
"Oh, ah, Bruce is," he took his pokeball from the belt he wore tucked under his jacket, he showed her the pokeball, like she could tell what was in it, or that this was, in fact, Bruce, as he spoke. "My bulbasaur. I've had him for a very long time."
He offered a sheepish grin.
It would be very creepy if he, or she, or any human managed to lay an egg. Sometimes pokemon laying eggs was confusing enough, though he had dedicated his life to studying such things. The last thing he wanted to get his head around was people starting to do it. No, babies were a safer way to go. Not that he liked kids, or rather not that kids liked him. They didn't.
"That doesn't sound dorky at all," Tony insisted, looking at the books. "That's what they're here for. And for our knowledge. I admit, I tend to get lost reading... words, words, words, to quote Hamlet. I'm not much for fiction, unless I have some spare time. Research, and all that."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 4:38 pm
She watched as he took the pokeball from his belt and set it on the table.
"A bulbasaur? Cool!" She did rather like the funny little grass pokemon; it was no Palu, and certainly no Zubat, but who could honestly dislike the cute little face of the oddly almost frog-ish looking saurian?
She leant down to the table, setting her chin on it as though it was more polite to be at the pokeball's level.
"Nice to meet you, Bruce." She greeted the sphere with a smile before she sat back up again.
"And you, of course, too, uh, well, I'll stick with Tony. The only Ant I can actually remember being known as Ant before is no one you want to be named after... In fact.. You don't have a friend named Declan do you? Because I'll -have- to stick with Ant if you do..." She eyed him with a strange mock suspicion before dropping it again, delighted with his quote.
"You may say you're not one for fiction, but that's not the best known Hamlet quote and you pretty much pulled it right off the bat there..." And there she went mixing up expressions "... But, I understand. I get lost in a few research books m'self, though I kind of have a need for fiction. The older the better, too, it sometimes seems."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 5:02 pm
Tony grinned as she greeted the pokeball. He was of the mind that they could, of course, hear their trainers while they were in the pokeballs. Others argued, but he thought that was a useless point to try and make. Of course they could hear. If not through actual sound, then something else. It wasn't all science all the time.
Humans believed a fetus could listen to music, after all. So what was the difference? Besides pretty much everything, as far as context went.
He shook his head, his mind wandering a bit there, tapping the pokeball to let Bruce out. The oddly colored Bulbasaur looked around, saw Tony and waddled over the table to sit next to him before his eyes fell on Tambrey. He wasn't sure who she was, but his immediate reaction was smile at her as only a Bulbasaur could.
It seemed pokemon and trainer were rather well matched.
"Tony it is," he grinned, almost offering her his hand again, but realizing his mistake and chuckling. At her question, though, he looked perplexed and shook his head. He was baffled, but she seemed to be kidding with him and he lightened up.
"Ah, yeah, you're right. I guess Shakespeare is an exception. And from when I was younger. I do wish I read more fiction these days, though I can't say I'm unhappy with the other books I read. But, uh. What are your favorite kinds of stories, then? Besides... older ones."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 12:43 pm
Tambrey watched, delighted, as the Bulbasaur was let out of the pokeball and grinned back when he smiled at her.
"Well, aren't you cute?" She leant forward and offered her hand, much like she was looking for a handshake from the grass-type pokemon.
"It is very nice to meet you, Bruce."
"Tony is better than Ant, believe me. And, eh, ignore all that before- I tend to ramble and sometimes the rambling doesn't make sense... Nice to meet you, Tony." She grinned. "There. Now that's officially what I'll be calling you."
Then, the question of books and the further talk of Shakespeare. She tilted her head slightly to the left as he talked and frowned just slightly.
"Why not start reading a little more fiction around here? I'd happily lend a story or two... And, to answer your question... All sorts. I read lots of different things," She then thought for a moment "But I guess I enjoy Sherlock Holmes and a bit of Victorian mystery or period novels best... Favourite of all 'd be Wuthering Heights." Tam' admitted, slightly embarrassed "So, uh, do you have a favourite sort of fiction?"
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