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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:45 am
Team Spectre's Room This room is ultimately very simple and bare in appearance, but it is also quite small. A steel plaque adorns the front door, bearing the team name and room number.
Inside, a combination desk and bookshelf is fit into the corner in front of the door. This is for eating, completing paperwork, and the storage of the team's personal belongings. In front of it, a wide, cushioned stool is present for Ghost to sit on while she completes her work.
The other side of the room includes a large, water-filled basin. The water is constantly cycled through to maintain a clean supply, and is multi-purpose for drinking and bathing.
Beside the bath is a large, steel-framed bed that takes up much of the room. This frame is well-padded and structurally the strongest thing in the room, as it is necessary for it to support Atius' weight while sleeping. A small wooden staircase is bolted into place at its side, allowing for access to the much smaller, more private bunk above. This is where Ghost, the team captain, resides.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 12:06 pm
Ghost & AtiusThe snowy white Absol hissed nervously, her fur standing on end as she perched on the top bunk, staring down at her new roommate. The Pokemon was very large in comparison to her, and covered in sharp metal spikes. She doubted that her teeth could pierce his steel skin if this argument were to come to blows. She would have to trust in her ability to fight, and in her type advantage against the psychic.
Atius, meanwhile, rested patiently on the lower bunk. He held no ill intentions toward the feisty female, but felt rather confused by her aggressive behaviour. He understood the concept of territory, as grown Metagross often established formal territorial boundaries, but surely there was a different reasoning for this.
As far as he understood, this Absol was to be his charge- he was to defend her at all costs. The guild had described her as a co-captain. Still, he had originally been informed that his partner was to be male, so this was an interesting gap in accumulated knowledge.
There was another hiss of warning from above, and though he could not hear it, he could sense her nervous shifting. She was a flighty creature, perhaps easily intimidated, but she was still a dangerous predator, particularly toward him.
"I am assigned as your partner and guardian. I will see to it that this role is fulfilled, regardless of your displeasure, Miss." He stated, golden-orange eyes seeming not to blink as he directed his speech upward.
There was another hiss from above, but this time it betrayed something. She was afraid.
"Are you afraid of me, Miss?" There was an answering silence. "I am not here to harm you. I have been told to protect you, and I will follow this directive with my life. I will remain still- you may approach me, if you desire to a better understanding of what I am."
His voice was quiet, as he was trained to do. It was often this way with Beldum, too. The single-clawed units were often very cautious at birth, and it could take a great deal of time and effort for parental units to earn their trust. It was a survival skill, but one that was often problematic in their early years. Perhaps other species were the same.
Silently, the Absol descended from above. She truly was of phantom-kind, her white-coated exterior and icy blue eyes bringing tales of the dead to mind. She was beautiful, though perhaps not in the friendliest of ways. She was still very nervous, her legs and shoulders tensed in anticipation of the slightest threat.
He said nothing, merely watching as the Absol approached him more closely, darting back for a moment as if to dodge an attack he had not made.
This process continued for several minutes before the Absol had settled to sit on the edge of his bed, her posture much more relaxed than it had been before. Perhaps it was a good time to introduce himself again.
"My name is Atius," he began quietly, though he had no mouth to truly speak the words. Instead, his voice seemed to emanate from within his steel body. "I am a Metang, a Steel and Psychic type Pokemon. I am half-grown, and wish to hone my skills in order to evolve. During this process, I will practice guarding and defensive techniques with you as my charge. You will not be harmed, and I am well-equipped for the purpose of your care."
The Absol had flinched as he spoke initially, but did not move, seemingly listening to his words. When he finished, the timid creature finally spoke to him. "I have no name, but you may address me as 'Ghost' if you desire," she answered the greeting, her voice much more feminine than he'd expected from such a lithe predator. She sounded soft. Now he understood the need for a guard.
"...You will- ...you will protect me, correct?" She was cautious, asking questions he had already answered.
"That is correct," the Metang replied smoothly.
He saw Ghost shift a little, and nodded. She did not seem like she would hiss at him again. "I am sorry for my behaviour. Your kind and mine do not often cross with fair intentions."
"Not unwise. Your apology is understood. Perhaps you will come to trust my behaviours in time- from now on, I act as your guard."
Shyly, Ghost nodded again. She understood the intentions, clearly, but Atius could not tell if she was grateful for them. Other species had remarkable methods of communication, and due to her typing, he could not sense her anxiety the same way that he might from another psychic.
Ghost left, heading back up to the nest she had created on the top bunk. She settled nervously into the scraps of torn pillows and fabrics, surrounded by a protective layer of threads and feathers. It was comforting, a reminder of home. Though she did not fully trust her new companion, she had determined that his presence was not directly threatening to her. She would see what sort of person he truly was, given the time.
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