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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 5:43 pm
Hot summer days make Beta grumpy... It was a hot sunny day in Gaia. You know one of those nice lovely hot summer days where the humidity was so heavy you could cut it with a knife. Well okay it wasn't that wonderful out if you were use to the cooler temperatures like Beta was. He had been living out by Aekea where it was hot with out the humid, only moving to this insufferable weather because of his new job. It had taken hours for the truck to even get to his new house. Beta threw a used up butt into a bottle filled with what was once water, but now was the sickly brown color of tobacco. The new butt joined its companions in the bottle floating near the surface. Durem was such a miserably over crowded city but it was the only city close to the lab.
A slight buzz and a quiet jingle broke his concentration on the local newspaper he had been reading. Beta pulled out a small black pager to look at who dared bother him in his moment of griping.
"I wasn't supposed to be into day, what the hell could she want." He lit a new cigarette and chewed on the end idlely. He wasn't supposed to start today. Monday was the first day. "Gezz the things I do for my bosses." The black cafe chair he was sitting in almost flew across the room at the speed he jumped out of it and ran out the door.
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The car trip down to the lab would not have been pleasurable to any passenger in Beta's car. Actually I don't think anyone on the road in Durem tried his or her best to get out of the way. Nonetheless, after sucking down five cigarettes and managing to avoid any casualties, he got down to the Lab's empty parking lot. The man glanced down at his watch wonder what the crazy boss was doing in on a weekend at this time of day. The building was rather plain looking on the outside and by glancing into the inside… well it matched. Who ever this Alpha lady was, she obviously didn't care about decor.
"Now which key was for the lab... " Beta had pulled out his wallet and began to flip through the various cards stowed away. "Ah right this one." He pulled a card out that looked identical to the other white cards in his wallet and slid it through the card key lock. The little light went form a constant red to a blinking green and the door released.
Beta slipped inside not bothering to put out his current light and exhaled a bit of smoke. It even had that sterile smell all office buildings had, just like the last place. His shoes thumped across the clean tile flooring in that dizzying black and white checkered patterning. If you aren't bored to death waiting you're made sick to your stomach looking at the tiles.
"Employees only, and oh look another locked door." In bright bold face letters printed on a sheet of paper, tacked to the door. How quaint. The door pushed open to find a hallway with more key carded doors. One door on the far end had another print out tacked to it stating ' KEEP OUT'. The other doors were numbered with a space most likely reserved for a nameplate.
"s**t, she’s not even here." Beta, disgruntled and about ready to leave suddenly noticed a light on under one of the unmarked doors. "Of course its always the one you never look at." The door opened with little problem.
"Hey what was I called up here for on a Ss-" Beta leaped back a couple of feet detaching himself from whatever had immediately clung onto him. "What the h-"
And there was a small boy who had given him a curious head tilt at the man’s bizarre reaction. Or was it a boy? He had large pink ears and spines growing out of him. Normal little Gaia children didn't have those usually. Before Beta could move out of the way, the boy latched onto his leg again.
"Daddy?" the boy squeaked, giving his leg the death grip.
"What? I. URG." Beta moved to pry the boy off his leg but then noted the quills again and opted to just let him cling there. "Ah hell what is this?" he pulled a note that had been taped to the boys back.
"Dat is foran ... Lady stuck to me."
"Uh thanks, kid." Beta unfolded the letter, which basically stated: 'kid's yours. oh and btw he's poisonous, antidotes on top of the file. ' "Wonderful." he crumpled and chucked the note into the empty wastebasket, this was probably going to be his office anyways. He grabbed the bag unto of the kid's file and looked in it. Berries. The antidote was some berry. Great. Beta grabbed the file and tucked it under his arm.
"Okay kid, we're going now. Can you let go of my leg now? I'll need it to drive the car."
"Mm" The black haired child nodded and released. "Caran?"
"Not Caran, car."
"I said dat." The boy reached up to cling onto Beta's sleeve.
"No you didn't." Beta almost flinched out of grasp again. What is it with children and touching?
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 10:57 am
Report 001, Observation Log 1 I received the child who is based after the pocket monster, or poke'mon if you must, Nidoran. As its name suggests he is indeed covered in needle like quills. He also has its forehead horn and large ears. The most intersting part of his poke'mon inheratince is the fact that he does produce a venom. The poison is fairly potent and fast acting as I have found, but being so young it isn't as dangerous as it could be. I will not however personally test this as he ages. The boy also has some dark purple spotting on his shoulders and also near his lower waist. It is possible that his skin is tougher here but I will not know till he evolves. As of now the data is incomplete and will require more time.
Personality wise, the boy is quite chipper and active. He sleeps the normal amount of time the average gaian his age would sleep. He is generaly quite only getting chatty with me or my sister and prefers the quiet as I unfortunately found out one day. It was also the same day I found out how fast the poison works. The boy is actually quite aggresive and tends to charge at things whether he means to or not. He's headbutt my leg a couple of times and more strangers then I care to disclose. As a last note to his personality, in times of fear he curls up exposing all the venomous barbs. It is cautioned not to touch him while he is like this.
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