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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:30 am
1337 laughed at the girl's assessment of why his epi-pen wasn 't wanted. "Well, I'll just make sure to add that on my personal notes about you... 'does not like having the gardener visit frequently'... Some great personal notes if ya ask me!" To make matters worse, when he said the words he stated as notes, his hand did actually start the same air typing as before. It meant he probably had just done exactly as he had stated.
"If ya ever have an allergic reaction to work... just make sure t'come find me and I'll give ya a poke with a needle to fix it all! Always here t'help!"
When the girl began to scoot her chair again, the Plasma Pokemon, being of the ghost-like nature, just merely phased through her hair and remained hovering in the air. Which was a good thing since all of a sudden the girl found herself on the ground.
Rather than be concerned about her unfortunate accident, the Plasma Pokemon lived up to its name and soon enough seemed to be spinning in the air, chittering in laughter. However, another Pokemon seemed to make itself present, and it seemed quite unhappy. Still laughing quite a bit, the Plasma Pokemon approached, attempting to tap at its casing with its bolt-arm.
1337 also seemed to take interest in the Virtual Pokemon, though he kept himself standing in his current spot. "I was beginning to wonder which Pokemon ya had... seems suiting for a lil' orphan boy such as yerself, Andy!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:25 pm
Sisly just tumbled upright and checked her pockets to make sure nothing she had stuffed in them had suffered, especially a handheld game device she usually had stuffed somewhere on her person. After getting over the fear something was broken, she took a swiftly passing moment to wonder if 1337's little personal note stemming from her joke bothered her and then decided she had no ******** to give for something so trivial.
Monoid was less apathetic and continued looking distressed and unhappy, especially when the plasma pokemon started poking its casing, and sounded the lowest note it could make with another whining, "Goooooooon."
Sisly propped the chair back up to it's proper position and took a seat again, distracted from her whatever wrath she might've had by the game in her hands, turned on for testing purposes and kept on for its wholly distracting nature. "He's pretty useless," She responded to 1337's comment, even though her eyes were glued to the screen. "He ******** up more than he helps."
Monoid continued making sounds, but now at least he had started moving the polygon 'limbs' on his sides as if his panic was increasing with each poke.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:49 pm
Tapping resulted in funny noises from this Pokemon. Making such a simple connection in its brain, the Rotom soon enough was assaulting the poor Porygon with many jabbing pokes. It didn't stick to one spot though, and was making rounds from side to side of the Virtual Pokemon, hitting spots like the tail, legs, and even the top of the head.
1337 seemed intrigued by the assessment of the Porygon's usefulness. Rather than remain in place any longer, he whipped out a Pokeball and recalled the Pokemon.
ROFL was soon enough seemingly absorbed by a line of red light and soon enough was no longer out and about.
"Now that that's outta the way..." The man leisurely approached the Trainee's Pokemon, easily running his fingers along the Pokemon's casing in a much more tender manner than what his Rotom had done before. "...ya recall these are man-made Pokemon, right? It ain't hard ta fix'em up so they're a little more... competent."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 11:20 pm
"Oh eat s**t," Sisly swore down at the toy in her hands, though her eye line wasn't exactly changing when she started talking to 1337 instead. "I dunno, I guess I've never been brave enough to crack him and see what's what." Being self taught in her own techy ways and a hands on learner had resulted in a few mishaps and destroyed parts along the way and she figured Monoid, being her one and only pokemon, was too useful even by a margin to risk another learning curve.
But when some low tones usually associated with a game over sounded and she was able to peel her eyes off of the handheld, and saw Monoid twitching uncomfortably under 1337's fingers in such a nervous fashion it no doubt had concentrated its hyperbolic assessment of the action as nothing short of molestation.
Sisly wasn't a fount of sympathy, but she did fish the empty pokeball out with the intention of recalling it, but hesitated when it scuttled over to her legs in an attempt to escape the unfamiliar person. "Hey, I was polite enough not to get fingerprints on your toys," She chided. "Well, until it started poking me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 11:42 pm
The hacker easily shrugged off the girl's accusation, his grin still tucked away upon his features. However, he did point out a reminder to the Trainee.
"You totally touched my buttons, last I checked, Lil' Orphan Andy! I think ya paid it off though by keepin' my crotch warm with yer a**!" He snickered before approaching the girl and crouching down next to her. Fortunately she was wearing pants, otherwise it might have seemed like he was trying to look up her skirt and get a look at her panties.
"Either way... I was checking the external hardware... I've found nearly anything can really unbalance a Porygon in regards to function. There's plenty of aspects t'check out on a Porygon... but I suspect ya don't want me cracking this one open anytime soon if I were to guess..."
The man then seemed to give the Pokemon his direct attention again, though this time he didn't touch it. He just smiled, looming near the Virtual Pokemon.
"...why ya being such a p***y, eh Pokemon?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:02 am
"Oh, but that was different!" Sisly said in an overacting flourish as she sat back and started a new game. "You were just the weird guy back then and now we're co-workers~ Friends even. Let's be friends, One-Two-Three," But then the flair came to a sudden and abrupt stop for the last phrase, "I mean, after all, you did learn my name." It was more flat and unamused and suggested that her eyes had re-glued themselves to the screen for more than one reason.
She wasn't grievously angry about it or anything, but she did have a knee jerk panic and then annoyance when information was leaking about, because one could never be sure just how much and the next thing you knew you were on the wrong side of having your personal information lifted for nefarious purposes like she had been doing in the internet cafe.
"And no I don't. Not yet, anyway."
Monoid let out another low whine and she was quickly regretting her hesitation to call it back to the pokeball before starting a new game, and she decided to answer 1337 for it.
"I don't know, he's been that way since I got him. But whoever thought overestimating everything was a good trait for a porygon needs a swift kick in the balls." She would be resentful over the corrupted game saves until the day she died, and you couldn't really blame the 'defects' of a porygon on being born that way.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:52 am
The use of the wrong number sequence for his codename seemed to go ignored, since it merely sounded like she was counting up at the end of her sentence. However, her assessment did cause him to speak up in a playful retort.
"Being coworkers doesn't change the fact that I'm a weird guy. Then again... everyone has their quirks... so in that perspective, I'm downright normal!" Being down at the level he was, he soon enough readjusted his focus from the Porygon to the girl's lap. Soon enough, he had his head in her lap, chin splitting the gap between her thighs for less digging action. "...and dare I ask what your motive is to become my friend, my lil' orphan boy? Given, you and I have similar senses of humor it would seem... but it is a rarity for people to want to be friends with me, let alone is such a blatant point-blank request."
His hands crept up and soon enough were touching the girl's legs at about the same level as his head was upon her body.
Still keeping his head in the same place, he then addressed what little amount of information the girl offered about her Porygon's problem. "That sounds like a personality programming problem if anything... which is easy enough to fix... but most people usually don't like to touch the personality programming after a Porygon has been booted up."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:22 pm
"Yeah, but now you're a weird guy I know and that's so different!" She countered and eventually stopped her rapidly button pushing thumbs to pat his hair. She did peek over the game when he asked about her motives, but rather than get into that tangled mess, she threw her head back and laughed.
"I can't imagine, since you're so chaaaarming~"
All she had to say on the porygon personality problems was a silent eye roll, and silent musing on what a tongue twister porygon personality problems was.
Monoid was growing uneasy with the subject of the conversation, or at least what he comprehended, and started puttering around the room in circles while warbling at various pitches. Surely he wouldn't require reprogramming when he was being so 'adorable', right? He was entertaining! He was amazing! He was recalled by his annoyed trainer and absorbed into the red beam of the pokeball.
Sisly was less than impressed, but she had also assumed its antics were just a passing need to be obnoxious.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:56 pm
The girl would easily notice as she let her thumbs drift through his hair that his metallic visor actually wrapped all the way around his head, covering even the back. Even with all of her sarcasm, 1337 rolled his head to face the girl.
"I am amazingly charming, but the world just can't recognize how smooth and sophisticated I am. Apparently only an orphan would be able to understand me in this crazy world we live in!"
With that, he planted his lips on her thigh and blew so he could make a raspberry sound escape upon the cloth covering her skin. Unfortunately, the cloth absorbed much of the pressure and the sound was only half as amazing as it should have sounded.
"...now the next obvious question to ask is which game is sucking out your soul right now, my lil' Andy?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:49 pm
"It's a cold, cruel world for a guy trying to get laid... I imagine," Sisly shrugged while her soul was indeed sucked out by an apparently difficult portion of game time. "I wouldn't know, since I'm not a guy, and I am AH-dorable."
The raspberry made her brow knit in annoyance, though. At first, the lack of otherwise reaction meant it could've been her game, but her foot slooowly moved up to push on his chest. "Don't put your mouth on my uniform, it's brand new! It's the nicest outfit I own."
And for a split second that sounded like something deceptively sincere until she added, "If you're going to go down on me, you have to take my pants off, I'm busy."
"It's uh, Ess-Eff-Te-- s**t! Shitshitshit," And from then on her speaking just devolved into vaguely English sounding gibberish while she rapidly jerked the game around, as if that did anything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:37 pm
"Yer outfit has no flair..." he pointed out quite bluntly, letting two fingers drift onto her thigh as if forming a little teepee against her skin. He soon enough allow those fingers to wander up her thigh like a little man walking as he continued to talk. "It makes sense though... yer just a trainee... harder to get away with modified uniforms and the what-not... but yeah... I think it'd be easier to be recognized as something ah-dorable if ya gussy up the uniform a bit."
He was pretty sure she didn't want to gussy anything up, based off of how she seemed to act around him thus far. Soon enough his hand had gone up her thigh and was latching about the belt at her midsection.
She had given him permission, after all. Keeping his head in place, he lifted the other hand up, skipping the finger-walk up and began to fuss with her belt, seeming practiced enough to loosen it up without much of a hitch. As if to make it seem like he was now busying himself, he started to whistle.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:57 pm
Sisly rolled her eyes at his imitation of her 'ah-dorable' and shrugged off the lack of customization to her uniform. Even if she'd been offered the opportunity she probably wouldn't have come up with anything too special if only because she was in that 'new job' high where she was determined to be a good little soldier until she got sick of it and realized where the lines and who the hardasses are.
"Eh, clothes don't make the man," She said when she calmed down enough to speak clearly. "Besides, look how cute I am. Look at how cute this is. Not everyone thinks in terms of ********. I think I have a very lucrative Oliver Twist vibe when I'm trying."
"Flair is overra-- Hey! HEY!" She hadn't expected him to go so far as to reach for her belt, and the surpise combined with the fact she was coming in and out of reality resulted in a quick knee jerk reactive attempt to kick him. Literally.
Kicking him off in a wheeled chair wasn't brilliant, though, and she managed to hit a table, and even worse, when she recovered the air knocked out of her, there was a big, fat YOU LOSE flashing across the small screen in her hands.
"ARGGGH," She half screeched and threw the device at a wall hard enough make a few pieces of casing shatter off in a fit of anger more appropriate to a spoiled toddler. Even the cutsy cell phone charms attached to what used to be a gaming device didn't really mitigate the ugliness.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:20 pm
A swift kick to the chest later, 1337 was pushed to the ground, back flat against the tile and a grin facing the ceiling. At first he heaved in a huge deep breath, but then all of a sudden he started to laugh. "F*CK YEAH... holy sh*t, lil' boy! That was GREAT! Good t'know that ya got a bit of kick in ya!"
It was a bad pun, but he didn't care, he was amused and in all honesty, enjoying the throb of pain against his chest. He really didn't seem to care about the fact the girl had hit a table and lost at the game.
He did, however, seem to start paying attention the moment he heard the hard collision of a gaming console against the wall, then the ground. "Kinda spicy," he murmured as he sat himself up, running a hand over his chest in a mildly seductive manner. Blowing a kiss to the recently sexually assaulted girl, he made his way to the device she threw.
"...if ya treat yer own toys like this... then I don't know how often I'd want to lend ya my toys, Orphan Andy!" With his foot, he used it to propel the device towards the only girl in the room by sliding it across the tiles.
"Makes me wonder if you'd even be able to mess up my toys though..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:09 pm
"Oh, shut up," Sisly was fully out of her previous demeanor of insincerity and general goof offiness. She did pick up the toy, and decided after a quick inspection it was plenty salvageable. It was an outdated platform, but intentionally chosen for its simple inner workings. The casing would need duct tape, but it wasn't devastating, and the game cartridge was unscathed.
She broke off shattered pieces of plastic with a remarkably resentful face. As quickly as her temper was brought on, it didn't dissipate quite so fast. Eventually the process took long enough that she sat down on the floor to finish it.
"Now I have to do all of that bullshit over again and it took forever," She snarled, though her rage had seemingly cooled down into a sullen pout. It was a long pause of silence, but she did eventually add, "If I was going to mess up your toys I wouldn't throw them, necessarily."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:59 pm
Telling the agent to shut up had little to no effect by any means. As she fiddled with her toy, he proceeded to do quite the opposite as he made his way to where the girl was on the ground.
"Ya should really work with some newer pieces... but I suspect that yearning will come the moment that ya start learning more of the technical stuff, Orphan Andy. Or maybe ya broke that sh*t on purpose so ya could touch it up with some newer parts... I mean, ya got better access now. Not full access... but if ya ask the right people... it's almost the same thing!"
It was intriguing to see how ruthless she was with the little plastic console, but different people worked differently with their toys. He soon enough was behind her, knees digging into her shoulders a bit. It was like he was giving her an odd shoulder massage after her little temper tantrum.
"...well... maybe another time we can see how easily you'll be able to f*ck around with my toys... I wouldn't want to hold ya up from... fixing up your things so ya can get back to playing games..."
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