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Kaiyou & Istas

Kaiyou was crouched low, holding the over-sized metal spoon in front of him. It was just within reach of Istas, who was very excited, and clearly eager to "help" him carry it. She couldn't carry it on her own, considering the weight of the eggs. He was sincerely hoping that they weren't actual eggs, or there would be a lot of noise and anger directed at the guilds. It wouldn't be the first time, either. He hadn't quite forgiven them for hiding orphans in a claw machine, although Istas herself seemed to have forgotten that the incident occured at all. From what he understood, most of them had actually volunteered to be a part of the game. It still wasn't terribly fair to anyone, though. No one else had been asked or warned about it.

Still, the wide-eyed smile from the young Pichu beside him was a welcome enough gift. Aryan seemed to have taken to her, as well, and that was just another blessing to add to the list. While Istas would never replace the daughter he'd lost, she helped to fill the gap. He messed her fur a little bit, the single, thick curl on her forehead tangling into a tangle of smaller, spikey ones. She giggled at him, bringing a smile to his face in return. She really was something special to him, adopted or otherwise. "Hey Snow; want to go and pick out our egg? There's a pink one, a blue one, or a green one," he suggested calmly, still holding the massive metal spoon. Where did the guilds get such things, anyway?

Her whole face lit up, as though he'd suggested flying through rainbows and living in a child's storybook. She beamed at him, her little tail waving back and forth like a puppy's. "A'kay! I want the blue one, 'cause it's the same colour as my scarf!" she announced proudly, her eyes wide with excitement. "Dad, you haf'ta stay here, a'kay? I'm gonna get the egg all by myself!" With her orders issued, she hurriedly stumbled over toward the great basket of eggs, and scrambled up the side. Her little paws just barely caught the edge, and she somehow managed to haul herself halfway into the basket, reaching out for the smooth, blue-spotted egg in front of her. She couldn't quite reach it, but she was very much determined. It was just a little further; all she had to do was lift her feet, and stretch out another inch or two-

Thud.

There was a muffled squeak from the little Pichu as she found herself sitting in the basket of eggs, ears pricked and eyes wide. "...Dad? ...I fell in..." Kai simply smiled down at her, having followed her regardless of the orders he'd been given. She really was adorable, sometimes. Without hesitation, he reached into the basket with the spoon, lifting her out of the basket with it, and holding her up in the air. She immediately dissolved into giggles. "You're funny!"

"The blue one, right?" he questioned her, reaching out toward the wrong egg. The Pichu on the over-sized spoon cried out in irritation, pointing toward the blue egg in front of them. Kai merely continued to smile, reaching for the green one instead. "It's this one, right? This one is blue." After a simple scolding for choosing the wrong egg twice, he had to laugh, picking the blue egg up in his arms and sliding his daughter back down onto the edge of the Easter basket. "Alright, Snow; you'll cheer me on, right?" She nodded seriously, and he grinned, placing the egg on the end of the spoon.

He just hoped that he wouldn't drop it, or this was going to get horribly messy.

{{ I'm going to try with the BLUE EGG first. c: }}

Kaiyou & Istas

Kaiyou was doing well, the egg easily balancing on the spoon as he walked. It was a slow pace, for sure, but he certainly didn't want to tip it over the edge of the metal utensil. If it were a real egg, well... he didn't want to find out the wrong way. He didn't think he'd get over the idea of dropping a live egg onto the floor. The thought quickly brought him back to focus on the task at hand, nervously balancing the egg on the spoon as he tried to keep it from falling to the floor.

He wanted quite desperately to keep it balanced, focusing almost entirely on the egg itself, and the spoon that held it. Every so often, it seemed to roll a little to one side or the other, and he anxiously tilted the spoon back in the opposite direction. It would roll back into place, and he'd level out the head of the spoon once more. His stomach was twisting, at this point. It looked so real that it was becoming increasingly difficult to tell whether or not that it was indeed the case. Well, he wasn't that far away. He just had to be incredibly careful, he supposed.

A sudden strike to the back of his knee made him stumble, the large Swampert, shocked by the impact. Without warning, the egg slipped from the spoon, and he dropped it entirely in favour of catching it. He was very happy to catch it, the smooth, round object held safely in his hands. The contest judge was there in a few steps, holding out his hands. Kai reluctantly returned it, hoping to hell that it was still a fake egg. He'd saved it once, and he wasn't keen to have to do so again. The judge seemed to catch his grim expression and nodded.

"...Um... Yes, I think it would be quite preferable if we switched back to chocolate eggs..." he mumbled sheepishly, holding the egg in a close, protective grip. Kai shot him a dumbfounded look.

"...And it was ever preferable to use real ones?" the Swampert demanded to know, rather horrified that he'd been correct. He could only just stand there in shock as the contest judge ran back to the basket, putting back the egg that they'd taken. Within a few moments, he was back again, pressing a new (chocolate) egg into his arms. It was wrapped in a smooth pink wrapper, and considerably lighter than the previous one. Hollow. A hollow, chocolate egg. He could feel so much better about carrying this across the room on a spoon.

The Pichu sitting behind his foot glanced up at him with a curious expression. "...It's a'kay, Dad. I liked the pink one better, anyway. Just don't break the rules again," she informed him comfortingly, her ears twitching upward as she looked up at her father. Nevermind that she'd been the one to trip him up in the first place. A sweet face and a pure heart were generally quickly forgiven. Particularly if the ones wronged were an egg (which was safe, thankfully) and a protective father.

{{ EGGIE! NOOOOO! D': ...Um... the pink egg, now, I think... }}

Otis Mila

Otis took baby steps forward, almost shuffling instead of stepping. He noticed if he slid his paws forward, instead of picking it up off the ground and then returning it, he shifted less weight by just sidling forward slowly. The egg would teeter and slide on the spoon, but as long as it did not topple, Otis was satisfied. He'd slow his pace when the egg began to tilt, slowly attempting to level it back out. He tried not to act out of instinct, because his head moved too fast to try and fix the eggs balance, which would generally make it worse. It got to the point where it was hard to focus. Otis could hear his blood pumping in his ears, his heart seemed to throb inside of them. He tried to keep his cool, but soon the heat became all too real. He could feel sweat building above his brow, and he coul feel his stomach tying into knots and trying to trip him up.

Mila's smile never faltered or left her face. Until she watched her partner drop the egg. All fun and games were over as the egg splattered on the ground. Was that the small for of an unborn Pokemon...? Mila covered her eyes as she felt them well up. She knew she wasn't the nicest Pokemon, but the pure horror of the crude evillness behind this idea of an event was just awful! As if they needed to be reminded how weak and vulnerable eggs could be. This wasn't very festive, and Mila felt a sickness begin to swell in the outer reaches of her stomach. She tried to remember what she ate for breakfast, but figured she'd be tasting it again soon. She lowered her paws, and look over at Otis, all of a sudden aware that he probably felt worse than she did. She was right. Otis' tail had not only drooped, but was tucked in between his back legs. His tail was poofy, so it looked silly, but Mila was not in the mood to look on the bright side of things.

Otis was feeling worse. The sense of dread was brewing in his heart and in his lungs, choking up his air. He couldn't save this egg anymore easily than he could have saved Sola's eggs. And they were in a safe enviroment with no enemies to worry about. All he had to do was balance the egg. It had begun to hurt his mouth, and the egg sufficiently blocked his view, but those were not acceptable excuses. Otis returned to the eggs, and this time picked out a blue egg. He got a good grip on the spoon in his mouth, and the egg was placed on the spoon for him. Again, he began to move forward in the direction he was pointed in. The egg still more or less blinded him, but Otis was a lot more determined this time. Mila watched, shocked and mildly morbid. She had no real hope for poor Otis to get the egg all the way across, it just seemed to impossible. She kept her arms and hands at the ready, anticipating needing to bring them up if Otis seemed like he might drop the egg. Otis was determined to prove he could rescue this life. This innocent life that could not defend itself. He was in a rescue team, in a rescue guild, this was his job. He could not afford to let others die and be so easily lost when they put their lives in his paws. He had to prove his worth. That he could do it. That he would not allow anyone to be easily gripped by death. He had to believe in himself, otherwise he might drown in the sorrow that had followed him out of the cave.

Otis Mila

Otis tried to focus, but felt his mind slowly slipping into a slight daze. The more he let it happen, the more his movements got fluid. He was able to shift his weight and sidle forward with minimal teetering of the egg. Without over focusing, his mind was compensating for the weight and moving forward at a decent pace. Not fast, but not overly slow either. Otis could feel himself drifting, but also felt like he was making good time. He did not try to look around the room to see if anyone was watching, instead his thoughts twisted and twirled and fogged up the bad memories. He was starting to feel like his old self again, as he slowly but surely made his way towards the other side of the room.

Mila watched with a growing frustration. Otis had stopped his shuffling tactic, which Mila had liked, and instead was just going for it. No worries and no cares. How could he do that? How could he treat the egg like it was not one? She could almost swear his eyes looked glazed over. Oh! The yelling she would do later to his careless mission would be hard pressed, to be sure. Her own bad memories were swirling around in that big old noggin, threatening over-bearing stress and her cheeks flushed with warmth. She could not watch anymore, and instead tried to focus on finding herself some refreshments. She did not want to watch her partner dig himself any deeper into any holes today. Maybe tomorrow, but no more today.

Otis Mila

Although Otis was not watching, he could sense the sudden absence of his partner. His heart sank. His body began to lose it's ability to compensate or worry about the egg, and he began to drag his feet instead of keeping up a strong pace. His mouth begun to feel numb, and the spoon seemed to slide right out. That strange eeriness that came with their first mission, the bit of the cave that had come out with them, it was only bearable with Mila around. Not because he saw her as anything besides what she was, she was just there with him. They shared the same experience, the same feelings, the same memories. Without each other, the memories were too heavy. So his head became heavy. He was too lost in the fog, that the sudden ball and chain really took him by surprise. The only thing that led him out of the fog, was the sudden crash as the blue egg hit the floor. He had confused it for glass breaking, until his eyes seemed to readjust and his body got orientated to the room once more.

Mila had heard the sound, and figured it was her partner. Who else would murder eggs so relentlessly? She sighed, having to turn around and head back to her partner before she could even grab a drink. Her face was still warm and tingling with nerves, while her palms and mouth started to dry. She did not like the feeling, but she also could not leave Otis to his own devices. He was too retarded to ask anyone for help. She cursed inwardly at her malice towards her own partner, but couldn't help but feel her temper starting to get the best of her. When she saw Otis walking away defeated, remains of the egg being cleaned away by a rather large mop of some sorts, she walked over to the egg pile, picking up a green egg. It was their last chance, and she might as well join her partner in his misery, so he might have some company.

Otis Mila

Mila held her arms out and at a 90 degree angle in front of her, the spoon sat tightly in her mouth, her sharp teeth almost trembling at the weight. The egg obstructed her view, but not enough to really bother her. She kept her eyes looking a bit above it, keeping her eyes on the prize. Or the wall, technically. Her tail swayed behind her, in attempts to keep her balance. So far it was working. It was easier for her to balance the egg since she wasn't top heavy, like her partner had been. Being able to use her front arms to help balance herself had been a big help. She tried to keep her breathing steady and rarely blinked, afraid of the egg tipping while she was paying little attention, even if it were for just a moment.

Otis had returned to the scene, just in time to see Mila doing pretty ok. He thought about how it should have been her in the first place, maybe that way they would not have killed so many poor eggs. At least if she tipped the egg, her front arms and hands were free to grab it before it cracked or something, like he had seen some of the other teams do. He let his rump hit the ground, and then let his front half fall too, and let his head lay wearily on his paws. His eyes grew heavy, but he did not fall asleep. He kept them trained on his partner, there for support if things did not go the way they wanted them too. His mind was glazing over, but his eyes never left Mila's form. The egg on the spoon seemed to be sitting well, Mila's jaw was probably stronger than his, too. He made a defeated grunt sound, and then let his ears droop as he kept his eyes still. For an Easter event, this wasn't much fun.