[Continue of 'Fixing Dr. Hart']
[Four months later]
With his feet tucked under a rock, a rather tall man force his body into his 23th sit up then settle back on the thick lush of green grass and close his eyes, thinking back. He had met someone who had shattered most of his reality four months ago.
34th sit up.
So he wasn't completely human, it did explain a whole lot of things, but at the same time, it scared him shitless when he really sat down and thought about it. For a full month, that feeling that he knew nothing about his own damn self, was what drive him into working with Lamen, but after the month, he felt he needed to go back to his normal work line and really think about it, and so, he had left Lamen's cabin and gone back into the wilderness. That had been three months ago. Winter was gone and summer had come with drenching heat that made his body whine as he did his sit ups. He pause for a moment to look over to the sun setting. He had woken up just a half hour ago.
47th sit up.
Of course, what had happen just four weeks ago only made his life a little harder. Well, no, to the very least, now his life was far more.....'amusing'. He chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes as he moved his body up again. Really, his life seemed quiet eventfull, something some days he could do with out. How long did he slept last night? five hours at the very least.
50th sit ups and Adriel collapse elegantly on to the grass and close his eyes as the sky above him began to darken further. Not a phonecall had come from Lamen in those three months, she was either busy, or had found nothing in particular to take up to his attention. Fine by him. He really wasn't sure if he was curious to find out what the unknown DNA was. Hey, maybe he was part ditto, he really did not want to know THAT.
He gave a groan as a heavy weight of about....oh...100 pounds, came to rest right on his somewhat sore abdomen. This had been his third rep of sit ups, so he had expect some soreness since he hadn't been keeping up with his workout lately. Heat did that to him. He didn't bother opening his eyes, really, he had a vague idea of what the weight was. He owned a blind persian who used to this all the time to get his attention. Of course, Faraon had outgrown the stage of sitting on him and gone into the stage of biting for his attention.
Of course, the one causing the pressure on his stomach didn't actually weight a mere 100 pounds. No, sir. So...Adriel wiggle his hips, hitting two solid things at each side. Ah...of course...damn it...He open his eyes into a light glare at a smirking pokemon. Most humans would find themselves pissing their pants or wondering what had happen to this particular pokemon. Pokemon, on the other hand, tended to find him ugly or at the very least, not a pleasant sight, sometimes they fear him, sometimes they were unsure of how to act.
Adriel himself didn't really see anything grotesque or scary about mewtwos. But then again, he wouldn't pencil the experiment pokemon as 'pretty' either. Rather he saw the one sitting on him as a very annoying creature, and the healer was not shy about voicing this.
"So menudo....is there a reason you are trying to crush my organs with your weight?" the healer question the mewtwo straddling him, quiet used to his personal space being taken for granted at this point. The mewtwo just rolled his eyes and leaned forward, swinging his tail in odd patterns.
(Are you done doing this silly work out of yours? I am rather bored, Adriel....) After a month of hearing that voice, Adriel had finally stpo flinching, the connection between their minds was a rare accurance and Adriel wasn't all that happy about it, neither was Nudo, who in return of being capable of talking to Adriel got the healer hearing and/or viewing many of his most personal thoughts.
"If you are bored, why don't you go exploring, this is a new area we are in...."
(The only exploring I want to do you are not permitting....)
"and with good reason...." Adriel grabbed the pokemon's shoulders and rolled them over with ease, since the mewtwo really hadn't had his guard up, and rose to his feet. "Now if you excuse me, I have Human things to do."
(But you are not human, you are mewtwo like me....an odd looking one, but one none the less...)
"Aurgh...not this again....Nudo, I am not a mewtwo!"
(are too)
"Am not." Adriel sighed as he looked towards his cart, almost willing his phone to ring or for one of his pokemon to come with the injure pokemon and have this ridicules conversation be done with.
[Four months later]
With his feet tucked under a rock, a rather tall man force his body into his 23th sit up then settle back on the thick lush of green grass and close his eyes, thinking back. He had met someone who had shattered most of his reality four months ago.
34th sit up.
So he wasn't completely human, it did explain a whole lot of things, but at the same time, it scared him shitless when he really sat down and thought about it. For a full month, that feeling that he knew nothing about his own damn self, was what drive him into working with Lamen, but after the month, he felt he needed to go back to his normal work line and really think about it, and so, he had left Lamen's cabin and gone back into the wilderness. That had been three months ago. Winter was gone and summer had come with drenching heat that made his body whine as he did his sit ups. He pause for a moment to look over to the sun setting. He had woken up just a half hour ago.
47th sit up.
Of course, what had happen just four weeks ago only made his life a little harder. Well, no, to the very least, now his life was far more.....'amusing'. He chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes as he moved his body up again. Really, his life seemed quiet eventfull, something some days he could do with out. How long did he slept last night? five hours at the very least.
50th sit ups and Adriel collapse elegantly on to the grass and close his eyes as the sky above him began to darken further. Not a phonecall had come from Lamen in those three months, she was either busy, or had found nothing in particular to take up to his attention. Fine by him. He really wasn't sure if he was curious to find out what the unknown DNA was. Hey, maybe he was part ditto, he really did not want to know THAT.
He gave a groan as a heavy weight of about....oh...100 pounds, came to rest right on his somewhat sore abdomen. This had been his third rep of sit ups, so he had expect some soreness since he hadn't been keeping up with his workout lately. Heat did that to him. He didn't bother opening his eyes, really, he had a vague idea of what the weight was. He owned a blind persian who used to this all the time to get his attention. Of course, Faraon had outgrown the stage of sitting on him and gone into the stage of biting for his attention.
Of course, the one causing the pressure on his stomach didn't actually weight a mere 100 pounds. No, sir. So...Adriel wiggle his hips, hitting two solid things at each side. Ah...of course...damn it...He open his eyes into a light glare at a smirking pokemon. Most humans would find themselves pissing their pants or wondering what had happen to this particular pokemon. Pokemon, on the other hand, tended to find him ugly or at the very least, not a pleasant sight, sometimes they fear him, sometimes they were unsure of how to act.
Adriel himself didn't really see anything grotesque or scary about mewtwos. But then again, he wouldn't pencil the experiment pokemon as 'pretty' either. Rather he saw the one sitting on him as a very annoying creature, and the healer was not shy about voicing this.
"So menudo....is there a reason you are trying to crush my organs with your weight?" the healer question the mewtwo straddling him, quiet used to his personal space being taken for granted at this point. The mewtwo just rolled his eyes and leaned forward, swinging his tail in odd patterns.
(Are you done doing this silly work out of yours? I am rather bored, Adriel....) After a month of hearing that voice, Adriel had finally stpo flinching, the connection between their minds was a rare accurance and Adriel wasn't all that happy about it, neither was Nudo, who in return of being capable of talking to Adriel got the healer hearing and/or viewing many of his most personal thoughts.
"If you are bored, why don't you go exploring, this is a new area we are in...."
(The only exploring I want to do you are not permitting....)
"and with good reason...." Adriel grabbed the pokemon's shoulders and rolled them over with ease, since the mewtwo really hadn't had his guard up, and rose to his feet. "Now if you excuse me, I have Human things to do."
(But you are not human, you are mewtwo like me....an odd looking one, but one none the less...)
"Aurgh...not this again....Nudo, I am not a mewtwo!"
(are too)
"Am not." Adriel sighed as he looked towards his cart, almost willing his phone to ring or for one of his pokemon to come with the injure pokemon and have this ridicules conversation be done with.
*Speech Key
(Speak)-Private between Nudo and adriel
"Speech"- Nudo 'speaking outloud'
