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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:08 pm
Region:Sinnoh
Location; Floraroma Town
Fresh clear air, warm brimming sun radiating brilliantly. Confident breezes that hurried past with grace and poise, a hush that trailed behind as the flora were ruffled. A few clicks would sound, as well as directing voices. Standing in the field of flourishing flowers was a man. Graceful, elegant, and poised. Clad in lavish attire, clearly made by very creative artists. Every few shots a new pose was made, a slight tip of his defined jaw, a sliding of those deep blue eyes, a shift to the side, even a bending or extending of an arm or leg. It was all the usual. Simple work for easy money. At least for the Piplup doing it... To him it was a way to get through his new life without having to deal with complications, relations, or ties. All he had to do was wear some garb made by designer's he'd never heard of, and stand there... or lean, or lay. It wasn't something he was terribly proud of, but... he refused to work at anything less.... like a grocery store, or be a sale's clerk. The humility he'd ensue there.... Even though this wasn't something to be terribly embarrassed about, the Piplup still preferred to keep his career known only by him, and the staff of the modeling agency he worked for.
A few more clicks, and finally a break was called. Reverting to his usual composed, and calm stance, the lean man walked through the sea of flowers, disrobing the long flowing, autumn clock from around his neck, revealing his streamline bare chest. Thankfully it wasn't cold yet, only a playful wind dancing past every once in awhile. The cold.... a temperature and climate he'd loved dearly was now his enemy in this body... Mass amounts of clothing were a necessity now to even endure a winter. It truly was one of the disadvantages of this body... Those deep blue eyes pulled away from their distant look to direct more clearly along the path before him. He kept the knee high boots, and couture silk a linen pants, not at all comfortable being so exposed in the midst of humans. It was different now... not like when he was a stout little penguin. No... revealing one's self to them was the ultimate sacrifice, here. It jumbled these creature's minds.. and contorted them into that of something quite evil... No... before a human he would never do such a thing.
Though clothing was still something he had to grow used to even after his long duration of adaptation, it served it's purpose well for keeping out the cold, or shielding from the unyielding sun. Felek was making his way to the end of the flower plains, far from the rest of the crew, and now headed straight for a nearby Inn. The town was calm. Quaint. It kept his usually on edge front not as harsh and apparent. But a smile never graced his face, the same expressionless, focused look plastered for who knew how long never changed...
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 10:22 am
Perhaps it should have surprised those that came in contact with Cruor that he enjoyed traveling from place to place, never quite settling. It would probably surprise more that he had the income to afford it though he would never really say what he did to acquire such funds. After all he never lowered himself to interact with humans unless absolutely necessary and, even then, he attempted to keep the conversation brief and strictly about business.
Unfortunately he was having a difficult time attempting to get his words to penetrate the haze of shock that had settled over the human innkeeper that stood behind the counter before him. In fact most of the people that had seen him enter seemed to be staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear... Not that he could really blame them. His sheer size would have been intimidating enough on its own if it weren't for the very Charizard like features; massive wings, thick, flaming tail, horns, claws, fangs. He supposed he really did make an intimidating sight in a place that didn't see a lot of humanized Pokemon... Or perhaps it was his garb that set them off. He'd never know unless the idiotic man before him actually responded.
"Hey. I know that I look a tad bit strange but I'm just here for business, okay? Money? The exchange of currency?" he growled, the man startling out of his gaze and looking a little fearful at his tone. "Now that I have your attention, can I get a room. Trust me I want to be out of here as quickly as you want me out of here."
"My apologies, Sir, I've just never seen--" the inkeeper began before he cut him off.
"A human with Pokemon traits. Right. I get that a lot. Now about a room..." he trailed off when he heard the inn door open, glancing over his shoulder, one wing drooping a little to give him a better view before he grimaced; just because the blue-haired newcomer hadn't really done anything, his mood was plummeting quickly. "What, you come here to stare, too, Kid?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:26 pm
Still wearing some of the garb from the shoot, mostly just the vintage silk pants with his last remaining Piplup feature poking out above his rear, a tiny tail, and knee high boots, a few glances and stares were sent his way. Of course he paid them no mind, as there was no need to acknowledge such lack of manners at this current time. He just wanted to get changed, and grab a bite to eat. With work done, he had the rest of the day to himself, away from the idiots he was employed with, and... well yeah.. that was basically it. He hadn't any friends, not that he needed them, but he could keep himself entertained with ease. The field of flowers had been nice... but just a little outside the small town was a stream. Being a water type, he naturally was drawn to such an element. Perhaps he could take his meal with him there, and enjoy the serenity of this place.
Unfortunately.. that quietness was shattered by the sound of... someone loud inside the inn he was lodging at. They were making quite a scene. Opening the door he slid in quietly though, hardly sparing any glance to the enraged Charizard, and honestly, not even reacting to his clearly gijinka-state. He'd seen another of their kind before, so he'd lost the surprise of seeing them entirely. Not that it mattered much, anyway..
He walked right past the front desk and the irritated fire breather, the gawking customers that were littered about the place, and started up the stairs when he was called out to. His graceful stride paused, and his head turned just the slightest to give the flat and emotionless glance to Cruor. His eyes flickered slowly up, and then down the dragon, before he turned his attention ahead of him,
"I see nothing to stare at." he replied in a very blasé tone, and headed up the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 9:56 am
(( Sorry about this reply, but it's OOC for Cruor to react in any other way.))
Cruor's brows lifted in incredulity at the other man's behavior; who did this guy think he was anyways? Rolling his eyes he promptly brushed off the comment and turned back to the Inn Keeper, ignoring the young man entirely for the time being. After a few more seconds he managed to get a key to a room and immediately headed up the stairs that the blue-haired boy had gone up before, intent on getting some rest after a hard day's travel.
However the room that he got had a jammed lock. Of course it did. Heaving a sigh he attempted to work it open, grimacing a little before he managed to get the bloody thing open. He cast a quick glance around the area upstairs before snorting and going in to his room, not even bothering to lock or fully close the door behind him for the time being. Firstly he didn't want to get stuck in the blasted thing and secondly who would be stupid enough to steal from him?
"Hate this town already." he muttered, setting his hat aside on the nightstand in favor of laying back on the bed. "Must be the humans."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:19 am
Once in his room, Felek didn't waste too much time in getting into more comfortable clothes. The pants he still wore from the shoot were hung neatly on a hanger, and placed in the spacious closet until the next photo-shoot. His civilian clothes were taken out, and slipped on with ease, adjusted to sit properly, and buttoned up. His cloak was last to be put on, as he stepped into his calf high boots. Once all dressed, he spared a glance in the mirror to primp his hair some, getting the strands to fall into the same direction, uniformly. He was thankful for his room, as there was a good view of the town from his window, which he now took advantage of. The straight faced pengu gazed down upon the thinning streets, pleased to see that the nice little restaurant across town wasn't crowded in the slightest, just a few waiters busing the tables from previous customers. And so he decided to make the trek down there.
Exiting his room, taking a book with him, he locked the door securely, didn't even giving a look to a gentleman who passed behind him to his own room, and turned to follow down the hallway. He noticed there was a room that was still cracked opening. In a natural reaction, the pengu took a glance in passing to spy that overgrown lizard with wings. Well, seems like he got himself a room finally. Giving no more thought to it, he continued on his way down the stairs to have himself a nice meal.
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