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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 2:41 pm
For lack of a better name this is what we get. I'll add more later. smile *Changed title* xd ) Humming a small tune Ivan cleans up his little area of the room. His shoes were packed in his bag on the bed. The room was empty at the moment so he figured he would clean up at least the side his buck was on. Hearing a rustle he looks to see one of his pokemon dragging around a small pile of dirt over to the only trash can. "Your such a good helper, Muraco."Hearing his name the cream eevee squeals happily in reply waiting for his master to put the pile in the can. Keskiyo, Ivan's purrloin, was making more of a mess then actually helping as he walked right through the eevee's dust pile scattering it again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:45 pm
The sound of a key card opening the door emitted from the lock as someone prepared to enter from outside the Trainee dorm. Said someone's pokemon beat him to it, however, as a pair of twin purrloin darted into the room the instant the opening was large enough for them to squeeze through.
Mairu and Kururi leapt onto the beds in different directions. Kururi pounced from the bed covers onto Ivan's pants before crawling her way up the back of his shirt with her claws. Mairu, on the other hand, ran across the bed, only to spring off from the other side to land on top of Keskiyo as her target.
"Mairu, Kururi," a stern voice spoke sharply, "what did I say about leaving tracks?" The instant the grunt's crimson eyes looked up to spot Ivan, however, his tone of voice completely changed. "Ivan-chan~! What a pleasant surprise," he greeted, suddenly all smiles. "I didn't realize anyone else was in here at the moment. Aren't you going to get lunch?"
He held up a bag. "I know I don't sleep in here any more, but Mairu and Kururi never really got to have a look around before I moved, so I thought I'd let them explore a bit. Also, I thought I might have left something behind when packing. Is that what you're doing?" he asked, noticing the trainee tidying up his things on his bed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:52 pm
The brown haired male groans at the claws in his legs and back. A bit surprised at them and even more shocked when he heard the voice. Looking up from his cleaning Ivan smiles soft. "Hello there, Izaya. No I wasn't hungry so I figured I would rather get my spot tidy." Glancing to his bag and the new black outfit barely hanging out of it.
Ears flicking the purple purrloin doesn't move quick enough to avoid getting pounced on. Hissing dark Keskiyo's fur stands on end as he swipes his claws at the other purrloin. "Purr~! Purrloin Purr Purr!"(Get~! I don't play games!)
Sitting there by the trash can still with his head tilted the cream eevee watched confused and somewhat worried having watched the purrloin attack his master.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:31 pm
"Tsk, tsk, Ivan-chan," Izaya replied, wagging a finger at the heterochromic man scoldingly. "You're going to become skin and bones if you don't eat. It isn't as if they give us much to live off of as it is. You should store up energy while you can. We never know when the next mission or raid we're sent out on will be." The informant followed Ivan's gaze to his bag with the black garment visible. "Oh...? What's this?"
Without waiting for permission, the black-haired grunt crossed the room to approach Ivan and his belongings. He stood before the bag, not bothering to touch it, but studying it with a critical eye before allowing himself a slow smirk. "Ehhh? Ivan-chan got promoted already?" he giggled, putting his hands together for a short applause. "Why didn't you just say so? If it's supposed to be a secret, I can keep my mouth shut. I just don't know why you'd try to hide such a thing in the first place."
His smirk grew into a grin and he leaned closer, conspiratorially lowering the volume of his voice. "Did Ivan-chan do something naughty to get promoted? Is that what it is?" As Izaya leaned over, he discreetly reached an arm behind Ivan's back to detach the dark brown purrloin that had pulled itself up there. The pokemon's claws held fast, but Izaya, still smiling at Ivan, delicately unhooked the dark-type's paws from Ivan's shirt. "Please pardon Kururi. She seems to like to cling."
"Purrrrloin Purrr~?" the female feline asked, but she was still smirking as she dropped off Keskiyo's back. "Loin purr-loin purr?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 7:35 pm
"Uh..." Watching the other male look over his bag Ivan sighs softly not sure which comment was more important to reply to first. Going back to making his old bed tidy he finally speaks up. "I won't become skin and bones by missing just one meal, Izaya. So yeah." Chuckling softly he puts down the washcloth and pulls out his new and custom tailored by his hand outfit. "Yeah. I just got it the other day. I had to fix it a bit it was way to big for me."
Groaning slightly since the purrloin's claws were not just in his shirt but slightly into his own skin. "....I've noticed she likes to cling....Ow man sharp claws...But I'm use to it. Keskiyo does that as well when he feels friendly."
Shaking his body out slightly the normal colored purrloin growls low. Choosing to ignore the first question Keskiyo sits down licking his paws clean. "Purrr loin purr purrloin." (My paws are dusty from messing up human's cleaning.)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:46 pm
"As long as it's only one meal," the crimson-eyed man said with feigned sternness before laughing. "Oh? You sew too?" he asked, sounding surprised. "That's unexpected. Where did you learn and why?" He cocked his head to one side. "Side hobby of yours?" Maybe if he asked nicely, Ivan would repair the several parkas that had been ruined due to events such as the raid and Seth's tantrum at him.
"Friendly, huh?" Izaya sneered as he glared at his own little purrloin. "I'd hate to know what he does when he gets angry. No, Kururi - ! What do you think you're doing? You're going to shred it!" he cried, finally able to remove Kururi from Ivan, but at the cost of getting her stuck to his own clothes. Oh well. Another parka to add to the list of ruined ones. Torn, pooped on, shredded - it almost seemed like they had been through every disaster possible that could have befallen them. What was next?
At least Kururi wasn't running around and making a mess this way, and he knew exactly where she was. He frowned at her as she clung to him, looking up at her trainer with large, crimson eyes to match his own. With a sigh, he pat her on the head and glanced around for her sister.
"But Ivan-san...you still didn't tell me how you got promoted. Did you complete your training? Do extra work on the side? Do the others know?" he added, nodding toward the various other beds of the roommates about them. They were empty now, of course, but he figured Ivan would know what he meant.
Mairu giggled, prancing about Keskiyo in an enthusiastic manner. reeeeally good at games like that.>
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:27 pm
Smirking slightly Ivan nods at the one meal comment. "Okay I promise not to miss more then one meal. As for my sewing yeah I sew, but only when I'm bored or it has to be done. Like with my new outfit. I use to watch my mother sew and after she disappeared I had to learn alot of stuff. We had no neighbors that liked me so I was on my own till I got a small job then things got easier."
"I use friendly as a better term for small misbehaving problems. Yeah that's probably a weird way to see it. However I don't mind claw marks on my clothes since I can fix them to like they weren't ever there." Ivan muses out as he finishes cleaning the bed and packing his bag up hearing he missed a question he blushes a little bit.
"Oh yeah I did skip that didn't I. Oops. Yeah I finished my training. I was a bit slow with it though, but I did that to make sure I got it all correct." The male replies as his eevee jumps onto the bed then onto Ivan's shoulders. "Eevee eevee!"[Floor clean!] Smiling he pets the cream pokemon then glances back towards Izaya noting the other's head to the side. "Something on your mind?"
Keskiyo purrs low looking to the enthusiastic purrloin. [I guess it could be a game since he does get upset when I do it. Sure you can play. Master made the floor all clean we need to make it dirty.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:26 pm
"Ehhh? Your mother disappeared?" Izaya asked, curious as he noticed the cream-colored Eevee in the corner of the room for the first time. "So you're a mama's boy who learned domestic household chores from her so you could fend for yourself when she abandoned you?" he asked casually.
He rolled his eyes at Ivan's toleration of his misbehaving Purrloin. The man didn't seem to know how to be stern with it, and it was a dark type. It probably walked all over him.
"Good to hear you finished. Better to be slow at it than have to repeat it like I did," he answered with a hint of bitterness. Then Muraco jumped onto Ivan's shoulder. "There's always something on my mind. Ah, Ivan-san, where did this Eevee come from? I don't remember it from before. Is it yours?"
Mairu beamed. Jumping up, she dived into what was left of the dust pile and rolled around in it before darting across the room and leaping from bed to bed. she asked, sliding off a comforter and back onto the ground.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:17 pm
"I am not a mama's boy, Izaya. I don't know what happened to her.... I was six when I learned she was gone. I had gone out on a errand for her and when I got home I couldn't find her or her prized eevee. I looked the whole house over and didn't find her I went into the backyard and found the eevee hurt badly. I used a few potions on him and put him in his pokeball." Reaching to his belt Ivan pulls off and holds up the cream colored ball. "So yeah I had to learn quickly or give up on life...." Petting Muraco Ivan smirks. "This is Muraco, My mother's eevee...and the one who was locked in the pokeball for a long time."
Snickering a bit Keskiyo follows her actions except he pounced right between Izaya and Ivan climbing up onto his master's clean bed. [The floor and his bed are the only things we can dirty the other beds aren't worth messing with.]
Watching the purrloin Muraco growls and jumps off Ivan's shoulders standing next to Keskiyo. [Kesk! Why are you being so mean to Ivan!? He worked hard to clean the bed so he could move to his new room. Which I believe is bigger! Be nice so we can move!] The cream eevee's fur was standing on end as he glared down the purrloin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:46 am
"So...she taught you how to sew and do other domestic chores from before the time you were six?" the informant asked incredulously. "That's...interesting. And suspicious. You never thought she might have taught you such things so early on for a reason? Perhaps she predicted she would disappear for some reason or other in the future, so she taught you all she could when she had the chance. What about your father?"
He looked at the strange-colored pokeball and then the matching Eevee. "Ah, yes, that ball that you cherished so dearly. I remember. You really are a mama's boy, then," he chuckled. "No need to be ashamed. Anyway, why was he locked up for so long? Did you not want to let him out because he reminded you of your missing mother and thus brought you grief?"
Mairu asked mischeviously as she went over to one of the bag's handles draping over the side of the bed. Grabbing the handle in her teeth, she attempted to tug it off the bed, seeing it was still opening and hoping the contents would spill out. She wanted to see what was inside. Maybe there would be something worth stealing or hiding.
Meanwhile, the darker Purrloin that had been clinging to Izaya's parka slipped off and trotted over to Muraco's side. she said, trying to console the Eevee.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 3:04 pm
Sighing softly Ivan shakes his head. "Your not getting it, Izaya. My mother didn't teach me how to do things. Of course I would help her with things like cleaning the house and such, but anything else I taught myself. Like with her sewing. I would watch her sew when she would sit and tell me stories of things. Like rare pokemon, things from her past, contest winnings and stories of my father. I taught myself to sew but used the few things I picked up from watching her. I don't think she disappeared I think she was kidnapped or killed....though I hope not with the latter." Shifting a little he sits down on the lower bunk and looks to the floor. "As for my father...He died when I was three. He worked a dangerous job and wasn't always home but when he did come home he always bought me new things. Dad had sent mom a letter saying he would be home on a certain day, however when that day came a co-worker came to our home instead saying dad had been killed on the job. I don't remember how he died now but my mom cried for a week."
At the question of why Muraco was locked into the ball Ivan shrugs. "I don't know why. I just figured it was he was still healing from his wounds or that he was still loyal to my mom and wouldn't listen to me very well. He wasn't really used for fighting. Mom did those contests with him and he always came out in first place, but I think "
Growling low Muraco sighs and looks to the new purrloin. [Ivan doesn't want to make trouble with the higher ranks. He wants to keep areas he was in clean so they think good of him. But Keskiyo wants to cause him trouble. I think Ivan needs to release him...]
Watching the light purrloin Keskiyo smirks and starts to join in the bag trouble when he hears the eevee was speaking of releasing him. Being super pissed by that Keskiyo hisses loudly and attacks the cream eevee. [How dare you! He will never release me! Bite your tongue, fluffy!]
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:00 pm
"Ahh, I see~" Izaya replied, nodding in acknowledgement. "My condolences. That still doesn't explain why you didn't free the pokemon, though. Did you really believe the creature would heal while it was cooped up in its ball? And this was for how many years...?"
Mairu told Muraco. The lighter purrloin smiled at Keskiyo, laughing as the other Purrloin got angry.
Kururi told her twin, walking to sit beside her as the boys fought.
"Um...Ivan-san," Izaya spoke up, "I think your pokemon are having a bit of a quarrel. Or is that their way of training?" He glared at his own felines. For all he knew, they could have started the ruckus.
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