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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:30 pm
Sigh.
Teivel stared at the blank screen of his phone, as though willing it to light up to tell him there was a new message. No new orders since he got off the boat. No executives calling to tell him who to trust, who to look for. In essence, the rocket grunt was flying blind on an unknown island. It was great.
The teen raised his eyes from his phone to stare at Sarka, who was gobbling down her meal with obvious glee. Urg, he couldn't believe he'd let her stay with him. It really was too bad that stupid trainer hadn't taken her home. That way he could have gotten rid of her and got something better, like a Houndour. Thank goodness his parents were filthy rich. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get his hands on that firestone and evolve Sarka into something useful. Flareon was so much better than Eevee.
Oblivious to her trainer's thoughts, Sarka continued to munch on her grilled cheese. Being a Flareon now, she was expected to look her best. That meant lots of grilled cheese and French fries and oh, definitely some of those chocolate dipped cookies. How else was she expected to battle well?
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:47 pm
Razalin could still remember the conversation with their mother like it was happening in the present. It went exactly like the following:
'Wait, he joins Team Rocket, so you give him money and a Fire Stone? What is that going to teach him?! No wonder he's such a brat!'
'Oh, Razzy, you worry too much. You know that brother of yours is no danger to anyone no matter what team he's a part of. He cried for three hours when he fell off his bike that once, don't you remember?'
Oh, she remembered. The rest of it she hadn't forgotten either. She had never seen Teivel as any sort of threat, even less than her parents did, she was willing to bet. But that Team Rocket... They were bad people, damn it! You were only as good as the friends you had, and those were not the kind of 'friends' her stupid brother needed.
Sure, he was a loser now, but one day in the far (far, far, faaaar) future, he might actually become someone. Someone bad. And what were her parents doing about it? Nothing! As per usual, it was up to her to set things straight.
It just so happened a week ago their uncle, current 'owner' of the prized family Pokemon (hell, it was on their logo for Lugia's sake!), Sir Van'Tess, had offered to pass it down to Razalin. She'd refused. Like hell if she wanted some annoying, fuzzy moron. She had, however, offered to deliver the annoying, fuzzy moron to Teivel. That landed her here.
Okay, well, that itself didn't make her enter the resturant. It was hunger that did that.
"Are you almost done?" Razalin grumbled. Sir Van'Tess ignored her and continued to eat his banquet of the most expensive things on the menu. Razalin rolled her eyes half-way. Mid-roll they caught sight of a certain someone and she nearly fell out of her chair.
"Hey, Fuzzy Moron," she whispered fiercely. It had been a nickname she'd addressed the Ninetales as since they'd first met him as children. "Teivel is over there. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Niiine!" ("I didn't notice!") Van shot back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 6:21 pm
Urrrrg! Teivel groaned under his breath and slumped down on the table. Why were there no orders! The Rockets clearly should have a super special awesome base here! Why couldn't he go and chill there? That would be so much better than sleeping at one of these hotels. Not that he couldn't afford it, but what use was it being a bad guy if he couldn't sleep in a super awesome base? This day sucked already. The only thing that could possibly make it worse was if his sister called to try and convince him to return to his original "dream." Of worse yet, actually show up in person.
Sarka, on the other hand, gave the remains of her ketchup a final lick. Grilled cheese and French fries were done! Now, to eat the Pokemon biscuit that was provided or... heeeey, what was that smell? The Flareon's ears perked as she stood like a meerkat on her chair. Was that... a chocolate brownie with chocolate icing?! Her life was complete! The Pokemon bounded gleefully over to Razalin and Sir Van'Tess' table, hopping up neatly beside the plate with the Ninetail's desert on it.
"Flaaaaareooon! (Sharing is caaaaring~)" She announced gleefully, doing a fair imitation of batting her eyelashes at him. Surely he would let her have the brownie~
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 6:45 pm
Razalin sneezed rather suddenly. Was someone thinking badly about her somewhere? Oh well. She didn't have time to worry about it. The current situation required her fell attention. She folded her hands on the table and mused over what to do.
It wasn't that the great Sir Van'Tess didn't like Teivel. Quite the contrary, he adored all of the Tess family, and Razalin and Teivel he had watched grow up. It was just that the Flareon with him was far more...nteresting.
Time to work his magic and charm the---comingrightforthimwhy?!
Van's fur stood on end and his posture became defensive. His initial thought was that Teivel had spotted them and sicked his Pokemon into attack mode. Quickly, he realized this wasn't the case.
His charm was only one-sided. Van had to approach them first. When they approached him he was far more uncertain. When they ran at him and started babbling he had no idea. "Ni...iine." (You...can take it.)
Razalin nearly fell on the floor, face-first. Well, no point in being smooth about it now. With the two Pokemon distracting each other, she strolled over to Teivel's table and sat across from him.
"Nice to see you, little brother."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:11 pm
Sarka was completely oblivious to the Ninetail's defensive posture, much too concerned with the brownie. Food was, after all, her first priority. So long as this Ninetails let her have it, all would be well. She didn't like getting into fights over the food. Her eyes brightened when he said she could have it, squeeing happily. Yaaay! She had the chocolate covered brownie! Her life was complete! She gave Van a lick to the side of his face in thanks, before starting to devour the brownie. Mmmm chocolatey goodness! "Flaaaaare~" (This is amaaaazing!)
Teivel had just rested his head on the table, wallowing in self pity, when he heard someone sit down in front of him. For a moment, he did nothing. He was not in the mood for dealing with cutesy female Pokemon trainers who wanted to get to know him. Did nothing, of course, until a very familiar voice reaches his ears. Teivel's heart stopped. No. Way. He raised his head slowly so his green eyes were just visible underneath the brim of his black hat. No doubt about it. It was Razalin.
"Uh.... fancy meeting you here? Wait, what the hell are you doing here?! You should have no interest being here! You should be at home!" Teivel had recovered over the initial shock to sit up straight in his chair, pointing an accusing finger at his sister.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:19 pm
'The great' Sir Van'Tess didn't look so great at the moment. If one had to label it, they'd probably say he looked stupid, his eyes far wider than they should be, jaw hanging open. "Nine...tales." (This is...very amazing.) Something in his voice made it obvious he wasn't talking about the food.
Where had all his charm gone?! Agh!
Speaking of charmless, Razalin pushed her glasses up to the top of her nose and eyed her brother. This situation had to be handled delicately. She had to approach the subject gentle. She had to be careful. She had to--
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Tei? You're not suited to be in some villian squad. You barely qualify as capable to own Pokemon let alone steal them. Stop being stupid and come back home."
...Nevermind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:30 pm
Obvious to everyone but Sarka, who's main (read: only) concern in life was food. "'Reon?" (Sorry, did you want some?) She queried, feeling bad that she hadn't left a piece of chocolate heaven for the Ninetales. It had been his after all. Still, he had offered it to her, so it wasn't totally her fault. It was only when she licked the chocolate off her nose did Sarka realize that Van had sooo much more food on the table. "Flaaaareon? (Is this all for you?) Had his trainer bought him all of this? Dang, Teivel was so cheap.
For a moment, Teivel considered getting up and running for his life. It might have been even worth her filling up his voicemail with angry rants. But, then again, there really weren't that many places to hide on this island. A secret base would have been really helpful. But, alas, he did not have one of those, so he had to put up with his sister. He chose to do it in the usual way, which was slouching down as far as he could in his chair and scowling at the floor.
That was, of course, until she started commenting on his skills.
"Don't shorten my name! I'm not five!" Just because he acts like it, doesn't mean he is, jeeze Razalin. "And I'm not being stupid! I have my very own Pokemon, no strings attached, and I'm doing perfectly fine in Team Rocket, thank you very much." He paused to scowl at her from underneath the rim of his hat. "You still haven't told me why you're here."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:37 pm
Van found himself aggravated. Not at Sarka, or even at himself, but just... generally pissed off. His 'groove' was a very fragile thing, you know! The charm train had fallen off the tracks and it probably would be out of comission until tomorrow. He sighed heavily.
Oh, woe was he.
"Niiine." (No, it's fine.) Suddenly, all the food around him didn't look as good as it did before. The sky seemed less blue, even. His life was surely over! ...Okay, not really. "Ninetales nine." (You can have it all if you want.) He glanced over at Razalin just in time to see her brothers hissy fit. As expected. "Nine. Ninetales nine. Nine ninetales." (Pretty much. Yours has the same money. They're siblings.)
Razalin leaned back and crossed her arms. She turned slightly to face out the window, and the gleam from the sun on her glasses made it impossible to see her eyes. One could guess what they look liked at that moment. "I came to observe your ignorance, Tei. It's something you have to see to completely believe. Like ghosts. Only you're a lot less scary and not near as bright."
During her bashing of her brother, she'd nearly forgotten the other reason she was there. "Along with that, I was sent here to deliver Sir Van'Tess to you. Uncle is getting too old to keep him and said it was time to pass him on down the line."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:57 pm
It was fine? Excellent! Sarka didn't have to feel mildly guilty for causing Van's unhappiness. Of course, she didn't realize that her forwardness was the cause, and so felt no guilt for that. Everything was food related, and so as long as she didn't make him feel upset about that she was guilt free. Besides, she didn't like feeling guilty. It spoiled her appetite.
Her eyes lit up again when Van said she could have it all, and she gave him another lick. "Flaaaareon~ (You're so niiiiice)" She cooed, Van having already won her over just by offering her his gourmet food. The Flareon could only scowl a little when the Ninetales said that her boy could have bought her the same food. Stingy old fart.
As she curled her tail around her body she studied the banquet provided. Hmmm... "Flareon? (What's this?)" Sarka pointed at a strangely coloured dish. Her question should have probably been "Is this edible", but asking what it was would work.
Teivel made a face at his nickname, really wishing he'd taken the opportunity to run. He couldn't bare sitting through another one of her lectures. "Oh I am totally scary," the grunt grumbled under his breath, finding that more of a blow to his ego than the poke at his intelligence. It irked him to no end that he could totally pass for the nice, sweet kid next door. But, then again, that was probably better than looking like a dork, like his sister.
"Wait wait, back that up. Did you just say you came here to deliver her royal highness to me? There's no way in hell I'm taking Van! You're the eldest, you keep him!" There was no way in hell he was taking that girly Pokemon. Sarka was already ruining his reputation.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:03 pm
Van very briefly looked away from the oh-so-engaging conversation to peer at the dish Sarka was talking about. "Ninetales nine." (Chopped tuna in lemon sauce.) Interestingly enough, it was during this distraction that Teivel had the nerve to call him 'girly'.
"Come on, Tei." Things had spun quickly downward from a serious conversation into something that sounded much like two 10-year-olds fighting over a Pokemon. Only the opposite. "He's a good Pokemon, and Uncle said you have to keep him." Only after Razzy said she wouldn't, but he didn't need to know that much. Her next words were accompanied by sarcastic hand motions and a roll of her eyes. "He can help you on your almighty quest to be a badass. You need all the help you can get."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:14 pm
Chopped tuna in lemon sauce? Sarka had never heard of such things. Weren't tuna those strange fish you found in the ocean? And what were these lemon things? This clearly was some high class food, but if it was anything like the brownie, she would be sure to enjoy it. And by enjoy it, we mean scarf it down as soon as possible. "Flareon flare? (Is it good?)" Screw good for you. The Flareon wanted to know if it tasted good.
"Uncle wouldn't make me do anything! You're the heiress or whatever the hell it's called, so you take it! And it's not a good Pokemon, it's a very girly Pokemon, suitable for a super dork like you!" Teivel crossed his arms over his chest as if that settled the matter. He was not taking that Ninetales. "Help me in what way? Help me empty my pocket money on freshly made sushi and cocktails for him? Only the finest for Sir Van'Tess." Teivel's voice went high at the end as he imitated their mother's voice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:21 pm
"Niiine." (Yes.)
"He IS a good Pokemon and Uncle DOES want you to take him AND if by 'dork' you mean extremely sucessful Pokemon doctor let you were suppose to be than I'm glad you know where I stand." Razalin made sure to keep her voice level, but that didn't keep the venom out of it. She stood up and slammed her open palms on the table.
Screw that talking quietly think. This punk needed to be taught a lesson! "I'll battle your Flareon with him and show you how good he is! If he wins you have to take him!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 2:49 pm
"'Reon. (Fair enough)." Sarka proceeded to dutifully eat this strange food, humming happily as she did so. She was living the life of luxury now!
"You mean extremely successful Pokemon doctor that you were supposed to be," Teivel repeated in a horrible impression of his sister's voice, resorting to childish mimicry to avoid defeat. He had been extremely pleased when he heard his sister had taken his place as the family's Pokemon Doctor. She was the super scientist dork, what with her glasses and that uptight hairstyle and stupid lab coat. Razalin was so much better suited for the job, thus it was mystery why she repeatedly demanded that he take her job. Why stay at home healing ungrateful b*****d's Pokemon when he could travel the world and get paid to sit on his a**?
The teen jumped when Razalin's palms hit the table, eyes widening as though expecting lighting bolts to flash from the sky. First the anime style glasses glare and now this! Wait what? Battle? Teivel's first response was to collapse in a fit of hysterical laughter. Only when he managed to compose himself – and wipe his eyes on the back of his sleeve – did he reply. "Sure. Fine. We'll do it. Sarka!" He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. "Let's go!"
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Hopefolly rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:04 pm
(Starting first with Chibi's permission.
Ninetales HP: 1000)
"I only haven't finished medical school because I have to babysit you!" Razalin snapped back. It wasn't like she had dropped out. She was just.. on extended leave, okay? Besides, it was only Teivel's fault! Interestingly enough, the only thing she blamed him for were problems that effected her.
Why? Why? Because it was better than some sleezy group like Team Rocket!
Razalin's palms tightened into fists at her brothers reaction. Ugh! He was such a little punk. She'd show him! The young woman hurried out from behind the table and stood in the way of the resturant isle like they were in a stadium. "Fine! Come on, Fuzzy Moron!"
If there was anyone in the place who's attention they hadn't had before, they had it now. Fuzzy Moron...? That wasn't a very noble nickname at all! Then again, Sir Van'Tess didn't seem so noble. "Nine!" (No way!) He shook his head rapidly.
One. He didn't hit the ladies. That was bad and lowered his...chances, so to speak.
Two. He didn't battle. It tainted his beauty.
Three---
"You'll battle or I'll feed you store brand Meowth food for the rest of your life!"
Three. Battle begin!
"Tackle!" Yeah, he knew that, right? Razalin was a master of knowledge with Pokemon anatomy, health issues and to an extent behavior, but... Not so skilled when it came to the move list.
Also seeming to forget just where they were, Van'Tess charged forward toward the Flareon.
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Chibi Sheepcat rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:27 pm
[ Flareon HP: 900/1000 ]
"I don't need a babysitter!" Teivel yelled back, no longer to keep the conversation between the two of them. If they were going to have a Pokemon battle about his future, the whole restaurant had the right to know. Especially since they apparently were going to battle in the middle of the aisle. Oh well. Screw the rules, they had money!
Sarka gave the tuna one last lick before prancing happily over to her trainer. As she came close he scooped her up, whispering something quietly in her ear. "If you win, I promise I'll take you out to Korean Barbeque~" The Flareon's eyes lit up. Oh maaaaan, now she really had incentive! She grinned to herself before hopping back down to stand ready for battle. Battle in a restaurant is a go-go!
No sooner had she set her feet down on the ground did Ninetails come flying at her. Sarka squealed as they collided, sliding backwards on the ceramic floor. Owiiiie, that hurt!
"Sarka, quick attack!"
With a shake of her head the Flareon charged forward, blue eyes focused on her opponent. For the Korean Barbeque!
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