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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:37 pm
.........................................»» Table of Contents
.........................................»» The Beginning
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #01
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #02
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #03
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #04
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #05
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #06
.........................................»» Strat's Desk #07
.........................................»» Hector's Musings #01
.........................................»» Hector's Musings #02
.........................................»» 12 Days of Christmas, 707 style!
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:37 pm
...........»» And so the story starts... ::
It was nearing midnight when Strat finally set foot inside of the Lab.
"You're late." came an irritated voice. "You were supposed to have been here at five. That was almost seven hours ago."
"My bad, my bad." Strat replied breezily, covering a yawn with his hand. "I got...held up somewhere."
An impatient sigh. Then -
"We have an assignment for you."
Strat's expression turned sour. "I can't take someone new on." he said, folding his arms across his chest. "I told you, I'm too busy, what with everything going on - "
"This one is different."
Strat snorted, the sound disdainful and echoing around the nearly empty Lab office. "Different? There is no 'different.' They're all the same, no matter how you look at it, Doctor Jensen."
The man standing a few feet away sighed in exasperation, willing himself not to throttle the person known as Stratosphere Hawkins. Despite his delicate, almost childish appearance, Strat was the last person one should underestimate. Doctor Josiah Jenson, assistant at Lab 707, was well aware of this fact.
"I promise you, it's different." Jenson said fervently. "He's - "
"He?" Strat interrupted, his expression shifting just the slightest bit. "It's a male?"
Jenson stopped abruptly. Was that...interest...on the face of Stratosphere Hawkins?
"Ye-es." Jenson said slowly. Cautiously, as he did not dare rush something as critical as this. There was an actual glimmer of a possibility, a small chance, and he was going to be careful. "It's a male. A Luxray, to be exact."
Strat was silent for a moment. Then he said -
"Let me see him."
Jenson did not hesitate. Moving across the Lab at a swift pace, he sat down at a desk and pressed a button on the top of it. A hissing noise whooshed out of the crevices of the drawer, and Jenson reached down, pulling it open. A half a dozen Pokeballs sat in soft foam inserts, and Jenson's fingers moved carefully over them until he found the one he wanted, a little off to the side. He pulled it out, gently cradling it in his hand as he held it out to the trainer in question.
Strat stared at it. It was a simple ball, with a bright blue lid and "707" scrawled across the top (Had that been Kazuya's doing? Jenson wondered, eying it suspiciously. That Persian was always doing whatever he wanted...). Carefully, Jenson tipped his hand, depositing the Pokeball in Strat's outstretched hands.
Strat brushed his fingers gently over the top, brushing them over the paint. A soft warmth made his fingertips tingle slightly, and it thrummed softly, wiggling a tiny bit in his palm.
"A Luxray, hmm?" Strat murmured. Jenson kept his face determinedly neutral, holding his breath as he waited. Could he, Stratosphere Hawkins, really...?
"I'll take him."
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:21 pm
Strat was contemplating certain things. Things such as what he might be eating for dinner, things such as what he should do that evening, and things such as holy heavens above was I on crack when I decided to take this Pokeball home with me?!
He eyed it suspiciously. It was just sitting there, as pleasant as could be, in the little cushioned box he had set it in. The box was placed on his bedside table, next to the lamp. Strat had a feeling the thing inside rather liked being next to the lamp. It was thrumming pleasantly, wiggling every few moments as if enjoyed the warmth and the nearness of the electrical currents. Sometimes Strat just sat there and watched it. Like he was right at the current moment.
What am I doing with this? he thought, reaching out to poke the ball. It wiggled. He poked it again. More wiggling. The barest hint of a smile ghosted over Strat's face, disappearing almost as quickly as it had come.
Hmmmmm...
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:24 pm
"What," said Strat "-the hell is that?"
Josiah Jenson stared at him.
"Mr. Hawkins," he said, attempting to catch his breath as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "Are you really telling me that you called me all the way here, in the dead of night, in order to ask what your Luxray is?"
Stratosphere Hawkins scowled at the scientist. "I mean," he said testily, speaking as if he were talking to a slow child. "What is wrong with his face?"
Jenson glanced over at the boy. The Luxray was laying on the couch, a blanket pulled up to his chin. The blur smeared across his childish face, masking any features.
"I already told you," he panted out. "That this would be a normal occurrence once he came out of his Pokeball. It will only last a day or so, and then he will be back to normal."
Strat was eying the child suspiciously, as if he half expected the Luxray to turn into some great monster.
"What did you name him, anyway?" Jenson asked, hoping his interest in Strat's personal life wouldn't cause the trainer to shut the door in his face. If there was anything Stratosphere Hawkins was not, it was emotional. However, the trainer was still looking at the Luxray, and his expression softened around the edges, the scowl melting into a quiet frown instead.
"Hector. I named him Hector."
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 5:35 pm
The Luxray was sitting on his couch, fiddling with one of the long cords twisted in his hair. Strat watched him (somewhat creepily), from where he stood in the kitchen, absently stirring a bowl of cookie dough batter (Jenson's idea, not his - he had some sort of weird idea that Hector might like sweets, so Strat was just testing that theory). The boy's face was still blurry, so he couldn't see his eyes or his mouth, but Hector seemed perfectly at ease. He hadn't spoken yet, which was somewhat odd, but even know he was humming quietly to himself, swinging his legs against the couch.
Strat frowned, whipping the batter a bit more forcefully. What's wrong with the kid? he thought to himself, eyeing Hector. Why won't he speak? Is it because of the blur? The smear on his face? That idiot Jenson told me it would go away after a day or two, but what's up with that? Why did I agree to this again? Jenson, that idiot.
Splat.
He hadn't been paying attention, and the batter which he had been stirring so vigorously splattered over the sides of the bowl, spattering both Strat, and the floor, with a lumpy white liquid. He swore (loudly, and obnoxiously - the kid would learn the words anyway, so he might as well say them now), and dropped down, reaching for a towel to wipe up the mess. A small hand moved on top of his, and Strat looked up to see Hector standing in front of him. His features were unreadable, obviously, but there was something there that suggested a smile. He sat cross-legged on the floor, reaching to scoop up some of the batter in his hands. Strat stared at him. Is he actually...helping me to clean up..? he wondered.
Splat.
"OH, IT'S ON NOW, KID!" Strat roared, wiping furiously at his face as Hector darted off, giggling madly. He jumped over the sofa, Strat inches behind him.
This kid...he'll be the death of me.
Then again....he does make things a bit more lively around here....maybe he's not so bad.
Maybe.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:50 pm
Strat had been sleeping quite peacefully before he was interrupted by something small and warm leaping on top of him.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he screeched, jerking awake abruptly and sitting up suddenly. It was only after he'd stopped his chest from heaving in shock that he noticed Hector on the floor, his bum sticking up in the air , face down on the carpet from where he'd fallen off the bed.
"Hector." Strat said sternly. "What did I tell you about waking me up before eleven?"
Hector wriggled and pushed himself up, turning to look at his trainer, who's mouth fell open in surprise. For a moment (and only a moment, he would vehemently say) he was stunned speechless, staring at the Luxray.
The blur had disappeared, melting away to reveal childish, slender features, a prominent smirk and large, luminous golden eyes that held a spark of electricity behind them. Hector's face was quite unlike what Strat had expected, and for a moment, he was slightly fascinated.
"You..." he said, scrutinizing the little Luxray.
"I want candy." Hector said, and smiled. Then proceeded to stick his tongue out at Strat, prod him in the stomach, and dart off, leaving his trainer to stagger out of bed in an effort to catch the little runt.
"Catch me if you can!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:20 pm
"You know," said Strat one morning. "I think it's time we get you a haircut."
There was a clatter as Hector's fork fell out of his hand and onto his plate. They were both sitting at the breakfast table, Strat with his legs up on the chair next to him, and Hector sitting across. The Luxray was now staring at him with a wide-eyed, horrified expression.
"I don't need a haircut." he said, sounding appalled. "My hair is just fine the way it is!"
"It's already almost to your waist." Strat pointed out dryly. "And it's unruly. I keep putting it up nicely and you keep taking it out."
"I do not." Hector said, somewhat affronted. "It just falls out, that's all."
Strat eyed him suspiciously. "Well, either way, kitten, you're getting your hair cut."
Twenty minutes later, Strat pulled up to the hair salon. He turned around and looked at Hector, smirking to himself.
"Stuck?"
The Luxray was wriggling under the rope Strat had managed to tie around him after tackling him to the ground (only after a rather rambunctious chase through the entire apartment; Strat would have to clean up that broken vase later).
"Let me gooooooooo!" Hector wailed, wiggling furiously. "I don't need a haircut!"
Ignoring the Luxray's protests, Strat climbed out of the car and went around to the back. Unbuckling Hector, he tossed him under his arm and carted him into the hair salon, feeling rather pleased with himself. He was finally beginning to tame the little Luxray. Hector had a tendency of being overly stubborn, but this time Strat had come out the victor. It felt nice. Very nice.
Zap.
The police offers who came were very polite when they escorted a slightly singed and outrageously angry trainer and his satisfied Luxray (happily sucking on a yellow lollipop) out of the hair salon later that evening. The owners were not exactly pleased at the amount of damage Hector had caused when he had let loose a hundred volts of electricity inside of the shop, and Strat did not particularly appreciate having to pay the fines as the result of Hector's tantrum.
"I can't believe you." he said when they were at home and were sitting on the couch. Hector just smiled up at him, crawling into his lap. Strat glared at him, but his hand moved to rest on the top of his head, gently moving his fingers through the Luxray's soft hair.
"Brat." Strat said.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:34 pm
"You," said Strat. "Are way too damn tall."
Hector, sitting across from him at the kitchen table once more, choked on the bowl of Coco Puffs he'd been scarfing down, letting out a hacking cough. Wiping his tearing eyes, Hector looked up at his trainer.
"I-I am not!" he protested, looking down at himself. "I'm not that tall! Just taller than you are!"
Strat glared at him. "Thank you, like I didn't already notice that." he snapped. It didn't help that his Luxray had already grown much older and much quicker than he had expected. Hector was already 5'9", which in general was not all that tall. Except for the fact that Strat himself was only 5'5" and did not much appreciate his Pokemon being taller than him. He was the trainer, dammit!
Hector was looking at him with a pitiful expression. Strat gave an exasperated sigh.
"For heaven's sake, Hector." he said. "I didn't say it was a bad thing."
"It-it's okay I'LL JUST GO AND TRY TO MAKE MYSELF SHORTER!" Hector said, with a wide grin as he jumped up from the table, jostling the bowls of cereal.
"What." said Strat.
"Be right back!"
"HECTOR. GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT. HECTOR. HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
"HECTOOOORRRRR!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:18 pm
"For HELL'S SAKE Hector, what the HELL are you doing?!"
Stratosphere Hawkins was not in a good mood. For one thing, he had lost a case he had been working on for several months now. For another thing, he was hungry. And for another thing, his Luxray was standing in the middle of his kitchen, covered from head to toe in what looked like flour.
"Er." said Hector, somewhat sheepishly as he glanced down at himself. "Well, I was going to make some pancakes, but when I pulled the bag out, it kind of...broke."
"It 'kind of broke?'" Strat repeated testily, folding his arms across his chest. "What do you mean it 'kind of broke?' How do things just kind of break?"
Hector shrugged, still holding the half-full bag. "I'm not sure. I took the bag from the cabinet, but it wasn't coming for some reason, so I pulled a bit harder and...well, you saw what happened."
Strat put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head before he stalked over to the cabinet, barely managing to keep his balance on the flour-streaked tile. Sticking his head into the pantry, he eyed the wood carefully.
"It got stuck on a nail," he said, scowling at the offending piece of metal. "Damn nail - damn cat - messing up my kitchen - "
He tugged at it, intent on yanking the damn thing out, but it wouldn't budge. Irritatedly, Strat pulled harder, throwing his full weight onto the stupid thing.
Bam.
"Ouch." Hector said, now lying on the floor with Strat in his lap, the bag of flour over turned onto the both of them - white puffy clouds were poofing up into the air, making him cough."That kind of hurt."
Strat gritted his teeth.
"STUPID CAT THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"OW! STRAT STOP PUSHING ME! AND IT IS NOT MY FAULT, IT'S THE NAIL'S!
"IF YOU HADN'T WANTED TO MAKE YOUR STUPID PANCAKES THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPE - STOP SHOVING THAT FLOUR IN MY FACE!"
"I'LL STOP SHOVING IF YOU GET YOUR FOOT OUT OF MY STOMACH!"
"STUPID CAT!"
"STRATTTTT!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:01 pm
Hector was bored. Bored, and that was not a good thing, especially for the Luxray, of all people. Because when Hector was bored, he tended to take out that boredom on other people in rather odd and sometimes ridiculous ways. Like the last time, when he had tied all of the shoelaces in Strat's closet together, making his trainer swear in obscenities as he hobbled around the room, late for a case and crashing into things. Another time had resulted in electrocuting the power lines of the entire Academy and causing a school-wide blackout for three days (though that time he - and several others - had actually been impressed with the act).
Hector absently twisted a stray thread of the thick blanket he was curled up on, one leg dangling off of the bed as he lay on his stomach. Tilting his head, he let out a sigh, blowing a few unruly strands of his hair from his eyes and slid off of the bed, onto the floor. Snacks... he thought to himself, digging around under his bed for a few moments. That's what I need, at least.
The box under his bed was empty. Hector frowned at it, shaking it slightly. All that fell out were a few empty wrappers. It was if his seemingly endless supply of junk food was running out. Tossing the box aside, Hector crawled across the room to his bookshelf, rummaging around until the found the thick, hollowed- out manuscript. Nope, his bag of jelly beans only had about three left. The box of chocolate truffles stuffed into his closet was also empty, as were the two bags of chips he had put next to the pots and pans in his kitchen.
Well, this was certainly a conundrum. Hector moodily flicked his tail, curling it around his hand as he sat on the floor, leaning back against his bed. Too quiet... It was if the school was in hibernation, most of its students spending their time in their rooms, secluded away with friends or their trainers. Not that Hector was not doing basically the exact same thing, but he still felt rather lonely. And bored - had he mentioned bored?
Something was poking him in the back. Twisting around, he pushed his hand into the small crevice between the mattress and the bed, fingers closing around something small and round. A lollipop, still in its wrapper and perfectly clean, sat in the palm of his hand; cherry, to be exact - his favorite. Hector looked at it for a moment longer, then gave a small sigh, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:12 pm
"If I decided I wanted to be a rodeo clown, what would you say?"
Stratosphere Hawkins - leaning back in his chair and reading the morning paper - choked on his coffee (black, no sugar, no cream). Sputtering and gasping, he gave a hacking cough, eyes watering.
"A - what - excuse me?"
Hector pushed his fingertips together, looking down at his trainer. "A rodeo clown."
Strat stared at him. His expression suggested that he was, in fact, stunned into a momentary silence. Hector waited patiently, rocking back on his heels. "Strat?"
His trainer said "A rodeo clown? Why - " His voice was exasperated - " - on earth would you want to be a rodeo clown, of all things?"
"Cuz I want to," Hector said, somewhat defensively, his tail switching around his legs as he shrugged. "Besides, it looks like fun."
His trainer let out a sigh - a long one - and set his coffee cup down, reaching up to slide the reading glasses from his nose, massaging his temples. "Why that, all of a sudden, though?" he asked. "Just last week you said you wanted to be a patsythingamajigger."
"Pattisier," Hector corrected, shuffling his feet. He didn't like Strat's intense look (glare?). "And, well...I don't know if I want to do that any more."
Strat tilted his head, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he regarded his Luxray. "Did something happen?" he asked finally. Hector shook his head, the barest hint of red touching his cheeks. "Nothing's wrong," he mumbled. "I just...want to do something different with my life."
A silence fell between them, awkward and heavy. Hector shifted from one foot to the other.
"Do what makes you happy."
Hector's head shot up. "What?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. His trainer's expression was a calm one. "I said, do what makes you happy. Look, Hector, I know you're stupidly cheerful - like obscenely cheerful all the time, but everyone has insecurities so don't try to pretend that you don't because I know you." Strat shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "You've been kinda mopey lately, which is weird and unnatural, so...if being a rodeo clown makes you happy, then go ahead and do it."
There was silence for a moment. Then -
"Thank you, Strat."
"But if you actually become a rodeo clown, I will hunt you down and kick your scrawny little butt from here to heaven. Stick with being a patsythingamajigger. Got it?"
"Yes, Strat."
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 10:58 am
oo DeD (12 Days of Christmas)
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
One entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Eight moments of silence from Gideon
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Nine dances with Kiyoshi
Eight moments of silence from Gideon
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Ten feet of wires from Ala's headphones
Nine dances with Kiyoshi
Eight moments of silence from Gideon
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Eleven cigs a day for Caellum
Ten feet of wires from Ala's headphones
Nine dances with Kiyoshi
Eight moments of silence from Gideon
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
Christmas time, 707, and as far as you can see,
Twelve death glares form Akira
Eleven cigs a day for Caellum
Ten feet of wires from Ala's headphones
Nine dances with Kiyoshi
Eight moments of silence from Gideon
Seven volts from Kestrels' punches
Six deaths by Aizen
Five Kieran ***** charges!
Four disappeared Sai!boys
Three Anoki personas
Two flowers from Meiling
And one entrance through Hector's back door just for meeee~
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