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Post by Meownique on Mar 23, 2013 22:55:34 GMT -5
Frederick didn't like hijinks. He liked boring.
When he took career quizzes, they always told him he should be a librarian or work from home. His twenty-first birthday was celebrated by ordering one beer and a slice of tiramisu at his favorite hole in the wall restaurant and watching detective movies when he got home. He liked quilting. The wildest he ever got was playing Russian Brew-lette (putting a variety of unlabeled tea bags into a jar and picking a random one to brew-it was a good way to force himself to get rid of all the teas he didn't like). He ate his meals at work by himself, and he always had an excuse not to go to the bar with the guys. His only love interest was his penpal of four years in the Hoenn region.
And with all this, he was content. He just needed his romance novels, Netflix, his fleece throw, and a warm drink.
But somehow, something always went wrong. If it wasn't winning a vacation he never entered the sweepstakes for, his neighbor needing a babysitter for his precocious kid and Exploud, a relative he didn't know he had strong-arming their way onto his couch for a few weeks, or his Wailord always escaping from his ball at the most inconvenient time- something always happened.
Today was one of those days when something happened.
One of the pokemon had escaped and were wreaking havoc in the laboratory. Frederick was visibly frazzled, his glasses crooked and his hair ruffled. He could hear expensive machinery making noises no machinery should ever make; the power flickered on and off. His Swinub was poking his nose around helpfully and his Mareep was powering the most vital of equipment, but the situation was no less hairy.
Frederick pulled his collar away from his hot neck. "The professor will end me..."
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Post by Xephire on Mar 24, 2013 0:36:57 GMT -5
Iban was doing fieldwork otuside the forest when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He stopped what he was doing, went to the bush and saw what he believed to be a tail. Iban parted the bushes and found a Rattata. This isn't much of a discovery, but I don't have a DNA sample of a Rattata... he thought to himself.
"Hold on, little buddy." He reached into his bag and pulled out a cotton swabber and a petri dish. He reached down to pet and comfort the Rattata. Suddenly, the Rattata bit his hand.
"Ow! What the hell!" he cursed. The Rattata ran away. I won't get another chance any time soon to get a Rattata's DNA... Might as well give chase.
He ran through the forest, going just fast enough to see the Rattata running in front of him. The Rattata must have used Agility at the speed it was going. If he were still human, he wouldn't have been able to keep up. The were perks to being half-pokemon.
Iban pulled out his blades and began cutting through the brush. He saw the edge of the forest; the Rattata was quivering, frozen before the city.
"I'm not going to hurt you." The Rattata seemed to understand. The pokemon carefully walked toward Iban. He reached down one more time to attempt to pet it and said, under his breath, "Please don't bite... Please don't bite."
The Rattata rubbed its side against his leg. Iban knew he was safe.
"Okay, just one second." He reached into his satchel once again and retrieved his equipment. He then lifted up the Rattata's front lip very carefully and began running the swab toward his cheek.
After storing the sample, he pet the Rattata. The Rattata walked off, still purring.
Iban looked up and realized he was in front of a city he had never visited before. He thought it was interesting and decided to enter.
He walked until he found what seemed to be the central plaza of the city. He saw an elaborate building with futuristic features and a bright blue light emanating from it. He read the sign above it and exclaimed, "A lab!"
His outburst startled a woman in front of him. She glared at him. "Sorry," he said as she walked away. There may be some interesting people, and maybe I can get some samples inside this lab.
He walked toward the door and it slid open. He made his way inside.
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Post by Meownique on Mar 24, 2013 1:23:13 GMT -5
Frederick slammed the back of his head on the counter as he heard the front door open. He hissed in pain before backing out from underneath the table. Swinub went to greet the visitor, pushing his nose against the man's leg. Frederick readjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.
"Hello. If you're here for your first pokemon, I'll... be with you in a moment."
He scratched the back of the neck sheepishly. "One of the pokemon escaped and is causing the machinery to malfunction. As soon as I can, I'll assist you."
Here was an example of inconvenient things at happening at inconvenient times. He had not had a single trainer come in until now. For good measure, Frederick felt his belt to make sure Wailord's pokeball was secured.
"Just take a seat wherever you want." It was hard to keep the exasperated edge out of his voice.
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Post by Xephire on Apr 3, 2013 2:30:10 GMT -5
Iban stood there for a moment, confused as to what he should do in the situation. The Swinub nuzzling his leg, the chaos ensuing all around the lab, and the seemingly flustered man in front of him.
"Would you like some assistance?", Iban said. Assistance was the first thought that came to him.
"I have some experience in Pokemon capture. Mind you I've only gotten swabs from their cheeks, but I'll do what I can."
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Post by Meownique on Apr 3, 2013 12:18:27 GMT -5
Frederick gave him an inquisitive look. Swabs from pokemon? Maybe this guy was a scientist here on business, but he hadn't heard anything from the professor about someone coming for a visit for work-related purposes. He must be one of those oddballs who just stopped by to check the place out. Sandwind's laboratory was known for having some of the most modern and up-to-date machinery, so it received a colorful array of characters from all around the world. Though aforementioned famed machinery was now having havoc wreaked upon it by a rogue pokemon.
Frederick wasn't entirely comfortable accepting the man's help, but he was making no headway- and perhaps this stranger could do something he couldn't. "Well... You're a pokemorph, right?"
Of course the stranger was a pokemorph, but Frederick felt it rude to simply assume. A lot of fanatics took to costumes, and sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.
"Can you try talking it? Wherever they are, they should be able to hear you from this room."
Swinub snorted politely to gain their attention. He scooted back to look up and address the newcomer directly.
<I used Odor Sleuth,> Swinub stated. <But it's even hard to find a trail. They keep jumping place to place.>
The furry pokemon huffed in disapproval. <Whoever it is won't answer to me, either.>
A large crash came from the east side of the laboratory, causing all to whip their heads in that direction. Frederick covered his mouth with one hand.
"Please don't let that have been the incubator." He was visibly distressed and seemed ready to have a heart attack. This job was not supposed to be this stressful.
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Post by Xephire on Apr 7, 2013 2:21:00 GMT -5
"What the hell was that?" Iban was beginning to get more and more confused. Not only did he have no idea where he was exactly, but he also didn't know what was going on at all. Also, he could've sworn he understood the Swinub saying it used odor sleuth.
Did I imagine that? he thought to himself. Maybe this was something he'd never noticed before, or maybe he was just hoping he could understand pokemon. Either way, this wasn't the time to worry about it. But then again, he was just asked to talk to a pokemon, so maybe there was something to it.
"Yeah, I'll help you find them." Iban dashed in the direction of the crash and thought he heard a snicker. A lot of expensive looking equipment surrounded Iban, though most of it seemed to be malfunctioning at the moment.
Where could this Pokemon be? thought Iban as he continued to dash through the lab. "If you can hear me, answer me."
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Post by Meownique on May 24, 2013 18:27:22 GMT -5
He watched from a cranny as the trio below searched for him. It was about time something different happened, too; he were getting tired of messing with the same witless lab assistant. Trainers usually happened by often, but this week had been abnormally slow.
Though most would jump at a chance to get "adopted" so to speak, he was more discerning. He was exceptional, capable of daring escapes and ingenious pranks. Not just any trainer would do. Imagine if someone ordinary and boring took him under their care- he'd be practically babysitting. He needed someone who could nurture his talent.
But then came the problem of deciding how to evaluate a trainer. The people who worked here just gave any old person a choice of pokemon, no background checks or anything. What an injustice! He, however, discovered he could evaluate them by manufacturing a crisis and watching their reactions.
The man looked admittedly interesting. He seemed serious yet eccentric- points for coolness. Willing to help. Good! And older. That meant he wouldn't be ordered around by some pretentious child.
<Who are you?> he answered, curiosity laced in his tone. He made psychic contact with the pokemorph directly rather than speaking out loud. No need to vocally reveal his location. <I'll give you a hint to where I am if you answer my question.>
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