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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 2:00 pm
On duty, off duty, Osmond's life seemed to be a dull existence either times. Unfortunately, he had taken up his usual station in Katarina, patrolling from the west to east, east to west, keeping the rambunctious onslaught of comers -- new and old -- in order amidst the town square. A loud fountain towered in the open space, milling with Water-type Pokemon as he stood beside it, the bare of his forearm touching upon his side baton. Mist kissed the underside of his jowl on that simmering day, cooling him off, but not drawing him from the fact that, yes, he was still working. It was actually a great temperature to enjoy a few booze, after work, at least. Only another five hours to go.
Sighing, Officer Willis marched on, ignoring the sudden elbow to bunt his knee as two kids chasing each other flew passed him. He forwarded himself to stare out under a nearby cafe's veranda, attempting to look dutiful, when its actuality, the sun had taken its toll on him. Scratching an itch near his chest, he felt the loose crinkle of plastic, and recollected that he had spare cigar on hand for days like this. Osmond almost fished it out of his pocket. Almost. Aren't you trying to quit, Osmond? The thought burbled through his mind like the familiar, dawning voice of a certain professor telling a new trainer not to ride their bicycle indoors. His arm dropped, bumping the baton again, and he leaned against the cafe's brick exterior with a sigh.
Only another five hours to go.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 10:05 pm
"Mordred! Mordred, no, come back here!" A black-haired teenager yelled, boots pounding against the pavement as she chased after a peculiarly-colored Murkow - a Murkrow that held a shiny charm bracelet in its beak. To say that Dora was having a bad day was an understatement of great proportions. She had hoped that this would be a nice, quiet foray into a more civilized area... but of course, luck would not let it be that way. No sooner had she let Mordred out for a moment to stretch his wings than he had spotted a pretty bracelet on the arm of a little girl, and swooped down to take it despite his trainer's protests.
The teenager kept an eye on the murkrow as she bent over to catch her breath, an oddly realistic-looking tentacool backpack (or so it seemed) stretching a little with the motion. The Murkrow, noticing that his trainer had stopped running, circled back around and landed on a crosswalk sign, shiny bracelet still in his possession. Dora kicked at the ground and stood up, glaring at the bird pokémon but not making any move toward him just yet.
"Mordred," she said, snapping her fingers to catch the feathery menace's attention. "Give that here so I can return it. That bracelet isn't yours." The only answer the teenager received was Mordred turning his brushy tail-feathers to her and waving them. Apparently he wasn't keen on behaving properly today. 'Then again,' Dora admitted to herself, 'when does he ever behave properly?'
Now if only there wasn't anyone paying very close attention to this little fiasco...
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 10:37 pm
With a grey gaze half-hooded, Osmond was well prepared to doze off leaning against the open area cafe, his arms knotted tightly against his chest. Unfortunately, he couldn't master a Musharna's specialty when he heard the angered pips of a teenager a few lengths away. His arms uncurled and with his dominant right, he shifted the sun protector of his police cap upward. At first, he remained a simple spectator, taking in the comical scene with an amused grin on his face. Trainers with unruly Pokemon were a common occurrence in the bustling city of Katarina. Most didn't know the limit of catching a Pokemon and training them until they were well over their heads. He was the same way with Marlo as a young tyke to teenagedom.
Figuring the younger woman would eventually get her grip on her Murkrow, Osmond made himself comfortable again, ready to take that dive into Dreamland. He hesitated before the plunge, catching an emphasized "isn't yours" that tugged his attention from the depths of lingering sleep. Connecting the bracelet to the statement, Osmond pushed himself from the wall with an awful chagrin on his face and approached the adolescent.
"Is there some trouble here, miss?" Osmond asserted, trying to sound professional, but the following yawn shattered all meaning of the phrase and translated it as, "Please tell me there is trouble so I have something to do."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 4:48 pm
Tensing her muscles, Dora crouched down and sprung up, attempting to pounce on and catch her little miscreant. The end result of that effort made itself known with a jump, a squawk, and a crash as Dora smacked face-first into the crosswalk box, whacking her face hard enough to end up with a lovely little bruise on her cheek. Her hands remained unfortunately pokémon-free, as Mordred flew up into the air, only to come down again almost immediately and land on Dora's head. The bird pokémon's blue eyes danced and the sound that escaped him could only be called a laugh.
Stumbling back and away from the crosswalk, Dora mumbled something rude under her breath and attempted to catch her balance before making any further moves. It was then - and only then - that she heard the voice of the officer and turned, eyes going wide as she realized that oh, no, here was the possibility of real trouble from her bratty murkrow's behavior!
"Oh, um," she started to say, stumbling over herself for a moment as she attempted to regain her composure. Meanwhile, the murkrow seemed to be making himself comfortable on her head... and her 'backpack' was oh-so-quietly unwrapping one tentacle from around her shoulders and starting to reach up in the bird pokémon's direction.
"Well, Mordred here has a habit of collecting shiny things. Whether or not they're his," Dora said, unfazed by the moving tentacle behind her head. "I'm trying to get that bracelet back from him so I can return it, but he's not making it easy." As she finished speaking, the tentacle attempted to catch the bird by his foot, but hit nothing but air as the murkrow took off yet again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:39 pm
Osmond tried to stifle his chuckle, but his attempt came to no avail. The Murkrow was making a slapstick spectacle of his trainer hilarious enough to warrant a Pokewood film contract. He swiped the grin off his face by passing his callused hand over his lips and under his jowl as if he were scratching an itch, and presented Dora another forced, serious stare. Listening to her explanation, the officer nodded, and shifted his hands on his hips. Ah, birdesque Pokemon and their love of shiny items. An uncommon mayhem, but a predicament that caused a few too many poop splats on the officer's head. He wasn't in the mood to deal with something like this, but as an upholder of the law, he was kind of expected. His choice of occupation sucked.
"Okay, miss, we're going to have to get him under control than. Understand?" Osmond replied, pulverizing with a hard uppercut the lingering quake of laughter fluttering in his chest. Be a professional, Osmond! "If you give me a moment, I could paralyze-! Gah!"
Too late. The ebony feathered fiend took the air just as Osmond was going to make use of Marlo, his Raichu. Reflexively slipping his baton from his holder, he pointed it in the direction of the bird's path, and turned to Dora. "We've got to catch it!" he commanded, making off from Katarina's fountain square. "C'mon, let's go!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:28 pm
Dora groaned loudly as the bird took off again, and nodded at the officer. Surely with two people chasing him, they could catch Mordred and put an end to this business already! Or... well, she could hope, right? The teenager barely noticed as her tentacool slipped a tentacle back around her arm, instead following the line of sight her (far too amused, this wasn't funny darn it!) assistance pointed out with his baton.
"Oh, no, please tell me he's not going ---" Dora cut herself off with a curse and took off running. If that no-good, awful, naughty bird pokémon was heading for the fountain, then nothing good would come of it. Either he would be distracted by all the shiny coins that tended to make their way into even the most innocuous of fountains and would lose the bracelet entirely, or he would try to turn it into a birdbath, or - well, none of the possibilities that Dora could think of would ever end well.
"Mordred! Mordred come back here right now! This isn't funny!"
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