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Post by Celebi "Davy T. Tock" on Dec 29, 2013 4:25:45 GMT -5
The fairy preferred to travel alone. He had baggage—both emotional and physical—that were far easier to carry without accompaniment. Besides, as most of his brethren knew, Celebi enjoyed his time spent within the spotlight. The grass-type found little benefit in sharing it. It was hard to take others with him on his journeys; hopping through time, while as simple to him as breathing, was often caustic to those unaccustomed to it. Sometimes, usually by mistake (though he never admitted it), Davy ended up with some sort of tag along. On even rarer occasions, these creatures became more permanent companions. Just last week to Celebi, which was far longer to most people, Davy had acquired a friend. The circumstances behind it were shrouded in dishonesty. Appearing inside a labyrinthine laboratory, judging by the overwhelming smell of anti-septic, had been a mistake. His calculations had misjudged both his location and date; the building was demolished to dirt just three years later. The beach that replaced it, allowing him another day of relaxation, was just foundation. This place was dangerous. The god would never admit to his accident; he would protest, until his face turned blue, that it had been intentional. When he saved a life, merely due to the fact that the tiny fur-ball had tackled him and refused to let go, Celebi would claim it was all in the name of justice. In truth, with bullets flying around him, the fairy had decided to either run or end up with stained trousers. Shenandoah, after six jumps through time, was still wet behind the ears. In truth, as time-travel allergies signaled themselves in vibrant vomit, it was likely beneath the whiskers that received the brunt of the punishment. Her white chin, covered in fine fur, still had stains from her last jump. Shoes, which were made of a fabric not yet discovered, slid an inch or two to the right as he landed. Like a feline coughing up a hairball, one of the least attractive things about the introverted creatures, the little hybrid began to cough. Food, fresh parcels from the future, splattered onto the pavement. “Shena! Don’t throw up like that—I told you to hold your breath. It’s so dirty.” His vibrant clothes, unlike that ivory coat, remained free of dirt. Wet ebony eyes, large and squirrel-like, blinked at her new friend. As usual, no matter how dirty she felt, the loyal confidante remained silent. She managed to compose herself. Standing upon the road, which was devoid of most life, Celebi began to observe the area. The time, date, and year seemed to be quite close to his desired one. Pale pink lips pulled upward in a smile. Fingers, holding a neon green handkerchief, dropped it in front of the lab rat’s white muzzle. He dabbed off some filth from her fur. When that was done turning to look at what stood before him, Celebi felt his eyes widen in shock. It appeared, even on a backstreet in the late afternoon, that the lovely little primates had the run of the area; it appeared to be a human or close relative. Whatever made his kin hate them so!? The smell was such a tiny little matter. His wings were away. The antenna had faded into invisibility. The form that greeted the adolescent was wholly human. It was far from normal. Dressed in a jumpsuit from head to toe, storm-colored fabric clinging to his mirage-based muscles, Davy looked out of place. Lights, chips, and computer parts were embedded into large swatches of the fabric. The slight upturn turned into a grin as he waved. “Hello there my darling little ape! Do you know of a nice place to find some waffles around here?” Celebi tried to strike up a conversation. “Hello.” The hybrid, now shedding off her stench , had little intention of extending this conversation. Her tail, quite large and fluffy, curled around herself. She gently laid her head against the god’s thigh. The electric-type began to purr. Davy did not--it had little to do with lacking the ability. Shenandoah
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Post by Konstantin Tribute on Jan 2, 2014 22:55:50 GMT -5
“Know what I hate?”
“What?”
“That,” I jerked my head to the nearby building.
“... Kadabra Games? Really?” An exasperated sigh left Abby.
I slowly nodded my head, stopping in front of the gaming center and squinting my eyes at the bright light emitting from the inside. “Of course. I mean… look at it! All that hustle and bustle; the time and money being wasted; all that junk food… I mean, it’s absolutely meaningless! Hell, just from how loud it is, I wouldn't dare to go in, even if I was paid!” I winced and rubbing my ears as a particularly loud shout echoed out, apparently someone had just won a game or some other nonsense.
Abby shot a disbelieving look at me, snorting. “It’s called having fun in your life, y’know, something you’re in a dire need of. Hell, the place actually looks nice enough, how abo-” She was abruptly cut off by my flat “No,” having already guessed what she was about to say.
“Again, I’d have to be stupid to want to go in there,” I muttered, directing my gaze back to the street. “C’mon, let’s just get back to the orphanage,” and with that, I began a brisk walk home.
Abby quickly began to follow me, lest she be left alone at this dark hour. She didn’t, however, waste any time before continuing to speak. “Y’know what? I’m onto you! You’re just complaining for the sake of complaining,” She nodded self-righteously to herself, eyes lighting up as if she had just discovered the mysteries of the universe. All I could do was roll my eyes and chuckle, even though I knew that was exactly why I was complaining. Really, I contemplated, today was a boring day. All I could do was walk around with Abby or stay locked up in the library, and quite frankly, even I need some sunlight every now and then. “Say, Abby, what do you suppose we should do tomorrow? I’m thinking of some training for you. It’s been quite a while since our last session.”
She grinned at me, and quickly began her teasing once more, “I think that, tomorrow, we should look into finally finding you a girlfriend and then take you both out to that Kadabra arcade!”
I sighed, refusing to dignify her with a reaction as I turned my attention back to the street. A short while later, I grinned and began speaking once more, “Oh well… I guess I can find myself a nice science fiction novel or two. Who knows, you might find yourself a nice lil’ Luxray boyfriend or something in your spare time,” My grin widened as the white haired quadruped let out a squeak; I could imagine her blushing under her fur coat.
However, before she could retaliate, the weirdest thing happened: a soft suction sound echoed throughout the empty road we were on. Before I could begin to determine where the sound came from, it ended. Just like that, a fraction of a second after the sound ended, a figure just… appeared; it didn’t meld out of the shadows, or pop out of the ground or anything. It just appeared out of thin air, as if the air had turned into it. I blinked in utter bewilderment as the figure nonchalantly looked about, alongside a smaller figure that I hadn’t noticed at first. Although, now that I looked closer -- and as the light began to reflect off of them -- I could see that it was ‘simply’ a human and his pokemon; a spliced one, at that.
On my guard, I slowly approached the duo, watching as the pokemon seemed to be… puking. That stopped me in my tracks for a moment -- and Abby too, apparently, as she was silently following me -- and I watched as the figure seemed to comfort - or was it berate, from the tone of his voice? - the creature.
Now that I could see the man more clearly, his attire confused me even more. It was straight out of one my novels, a full body jumpsuit covered the green - green! - haired, gangly, man in dark cloth, with small bits and pieces of light emitting from the suit. And the man wasn't too normal himself; as seen by his long, thin arms and the rather feminine build of his body (which clashed with how tall he was, when I think over it).
In comparison to my own clothing - my emerald green jacket and yellow goggles thrown over some blue jeans and a sweater - this man was straight out of a science-fiction movie.
I was rattled back into awareness as the man began to address me, and I stared at him blankly for a moment, absorbing his question.
Now, before I could answer him, or ask him any questions myself, I should ask myself this: Is it really worth it to involve myself in these plots? I contemplated that question for a minute or two, silently staring the man in the eye before deciding that yes, yes it was worth it.
“How… you… Yeah,” I floundered about with my words for a second before composing myself, “By Rayquaza, how did you do that?” Then, fearing he’d misunderstand, I rephrased myself, “How did you appear out of nowhere like that?” I demanded, Abby coming to my side as she also tilted her head in curiousity.
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Post by Celebi "Davy T. Tock" on Jan 5, 2014 6:41:12 GMT -5
Where was a mop when you needed one? While some might think that ndicated a desire to clean, assist his ill friend, it truly did not. The onion-shaped god had no desire to tidy up the area. Instead, if he had seen such a cleaning implement, he would have given it to the nearest human. While he was able to navigate time, as easily as this crack-filled sidewalk, the grass-type was not the best for cleaning. He just paused time and scrubbed at his extremely laggardly leisure; in truth, when others were not around to do it for him, the dirt would assuredly remain. Unlike time to the deitty, his laziness was somewhat constant.
The open air likely banished a bit of the rancid smell. For a few moments, staring down at the puddle of cream and orange, he wondered at its contents. Had the little squirrel-fox truly eaten that bowl of soup? Had he not reminded her to have an empty stomach before their forced departure. Honestly, with the apparent inability to follow directions, it was little wonder Davy chose to travel alone. Regardless, leaning slightly into her embrace, the fairy fully intended to offer his support to Shenandoah. The green-haired man had not happened upon all his friendships by being cruel, unyielding, and lacking in sympathy. Standing beside him, upon a tiny white sign,, was a large crimson circle. Judging by its text, which indicated a disdain for those standing upon the grass, master and apprentice—the fox—had a bit in common. Celebi had issues with simple directions as well.
The odd boots, which were of a material not yet manufactured, felt much better upon loamy soil. The sidewalk allowed each and every pebble to be easily felt. The suit was pulled in close to all the slimly built lims; it truly left little to the imagination in terms of silhouette. At the same time, while it might seem stifling, Davy felt as If he hovered without clothing. Then again, if he truly felt exposed, his lack of concern might have been a bit worrying—it was a tad dangerous to race about naked in this place. As he attempted to acclimate to the time period, staring at the dark-haired boy and a few other wary monkeys, he smiled. Davy had completely forgotten about clothing---probably. Then again, unless he wished to be arrested for donning the outfit of an emperor, it was difficult to change in the street. He would just claim, if asked, that it was a costume---maybe a scientific prototype? It seemed to be late enough that such things weren’t unheard of.
Fingers gave a somewhat flippant wave as Konstantin and Abby approached.
The little green fairy had every intention of turning, in his tight fitting suit, and making his way to the nearest eatery. When he had his fill of waffles, along with admiring human glances, would he truly turn to his duties. The job of a deity, no matter how large, deserved some form of reward after all—pastries were not too much to ask. “You know of a place with waffles my dear lad? Just point—I know it’s rather difficult to speak with all those hormones.” Giving a charming smile, bowing slightly, Celebi found himself blinking with astonishment. Finally, as it always did when these questions came up, he began to chortle. “Certainly not by Rayquaza—dear heavens! Does that worm look like the god of subtlety to you?” The dragon, far too large for any use, was about as subtle as a neon-tipped mallet; the brightened color of those lips rarely helped such matters. Waving away the words, as if a stench had clouded his clean air, Davy spoke again. “I certainly did not appear out of nowhere—you teenagers always have your heads up in the clouds. You know, if I was not such an understanding sort, I might worry for your sanity.” Fingers began to gently stroke the silky hair of his spliced companion.
Then tapping his skull, realizing a quick way to stall any more bothersome questions, Davy launched into a sordid tale. “Well, in truth, my mother was rather drunk that night---“ One bright eyebrow, kept in shape by illusion alone, raised in a dare. Shall I go on?
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Post by Konstantin Tribute on Jan 25, 2014 17:03:03 GMT -5
Konstantin found his mouth shutting out of its own accord, as he stared at Davy in befuddled silence. ‘Is that… an insult?’ was the first thing to cross the young man’s head, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he returned a narrowed eyed gaze at Davy. Before speaking, Konstantin’s eyes ran over the purring creature, and a small smile played at his lips as he glanced between the spliced pokemon and Davy. “Yeah… yeah. A very understanding sort indeed,” nodding in mocking agreement, he managed to wave his hand peacefully towards Shenandoah, “but I’d recommend watching your tongue before you throw out insults towards people’s beliefs. After all, an understanding sort like you doesn’t want to look like an assho--” Konstantin was cut off abruptly, grunting as Abby shoved her way past his legs, forcing him to hastily catch his balance.
Sauntering over to the green haired legendary, Abby cheekily grinned up at him, craning her neck back to meet Davy’s gaze. Fluttering her eyes at him, she rubbed her head against his leg. “Forget what he’s saying!” She began, her speech spilling out energetically from her, “This dufus sometimes forgets that it’s 2014; religions are a thing of the past! I’m sure someone as good looking as you doesn’t need to hear that,” here, Abby paused to throw a glare at Konstantin, who was staring in utter shock, “Yeah, how about I show you to the nearest waffle house, hmm? I’m sure Konstantin wouldn’t mind. Whad'ya say, Konst, Kadabra Games?”
Konstantin’s eyes caught Abby’s, and in that brief moment, her intentions shined on him. Shaking his head in resigned agreement, he made an affirmative noise. Gesturing for the trio in front of him to follow him, the high school graduate turned on the soles of his feet and began walking back to the arcade, all the while his brain furiously worked on deciphering what had just happened. ‘Abby… what was that? Did she really mean what she said? I doubt it,’ pausing in his musing, he was reminded of a situation similar to this -- or, as similar you can get to a person appearing out of thin air. ‘I think--I think she thinks this makes a good mystery for her to focus on. Yeah, that must be it. “Screw what Konstantin wants, let’s go solve a puzzle!” Sounds like classic Abby.’ as Konstantin delved deeper in his thoughts, he began to ignore the conversation occurring behind him.
Abby nudged Davy’s leg, nodding in the direction Konstantin was walking to. “Let’s go get you your waffles, mister tall, green’n handsome!” Was muttered from Abby, in a slow, long, purr. She quickly glanced at Konstantin, following just behind him, yet, staying ahead of the spliced pokemon and Davy, her tail happily shaking behind her.
Determined to not allow a silence fall over the group, Abby began to chatter to Davy, mouth running a mile a minute, “Say, that’s an awfully nice costume you’ve got on! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were straight outta those sci-fi shows Konst watches sometimes. Can’t really say I’ve heard anything about a costume party around town, though. Especially not with someone as cute as you attending!” Abby suppressed a wince at her own attempts at flirting, continuing to jabber at Davy, all the while praying that Konstantin didn’t get angry enough to confront her.
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Post by Celebi "Davy T. Tock" on Jan 28, 2014 5:57:15 GMT -5
It was certainly not an insult! Celebi sometimes said silly things. Most of them were inferences about mankind, their chemistry, and their actions. It was quite fun to watch them through the centuries. The little darlings rarely changed! Teenagers seemed to always be brimming with rebellion , testosterone, and the urges to steal vehicles—it did not matter whether it was a hovercraft or wagon. They also liked to ask questions. The narrowed-eyes, likely the result of all those perplexing pheromones, were just meant with a smile. He nearly patted Konstantin on the shoulder. Davy resisted: teenagers sometimes bit people. “ I am, indeed. I understand all the travails of exploding limbs, sudden growth, and chemistry—.” The man paused. “Not to mention the ladies.” The grass-type quite enjoyed the company of women.
Shenandoah rolled her doe-like eyes. Would he ever stop his flirting? Did he truly think he could just flit around and never be caught?
Raising one green eyebrow at the boy, he was quite intelligent enough to finish that sentence, the legendary quickly responded. “Come, come! I didn’t insult anyone in truth—just that stuffy old serpent. You act like he’s real—“ The stupid snake was. It was best to act ignorant. “Besides, I’m quite the lover of cultural relativism. No one is necessarily wrong---maybe stupid—but not incorrect.” Climbing down from his pulpit, glowing with pride, Davy turned to Abby.
He dropped to his knees. This fabric, while skin-tight, was also highly dirt resistant. Most microbes found piercing it next to impossible. “Now now, my little friend, there’s no reason to call him a doofus—“ His lips perked upwards. He did enjoy the company of this particular Pokemon. “2014? Hm. Close enough to what I would want in life—“ He wished it had been after the entire infected fiasco. The apples of his cheeks did not even have the courtesy to blush. Celebi nodded in agreement at his attractiveness. “I’m quite certain good looks and religion have a correlation.” Winking at Konstantin, trying to play both sides, the psychic-type rocked hismself back into a standing position. “That would be fantastic. I might eat a Ponyta if not—“ That was certainly not true. Davy was, in fact, a vegetarian—he did have a soft spot for junk food. “Kadabra Games? Is that what it’s still called---poor piece of marketing. Kadabra are prone to cheating.” Regardless, as he too was quite good at bending the rules, Davy rarely lost to one.
Compliments were all that was needed. Davy trotted after the teenager , and his far more charming companion, with a grin. “Certainly, my little miss. Though I’m not overly tall and all that—not too tall.” The other quadruped, licking vomit from her lips, followed just behind. Why could all humans not have manners like this lovely thing? Pulling at the clothes, finally remembering he had them on, Davy paused for a moment. Then, like an early Christmas gift, Abby presented him with an explanation. “ Thank you—it’s custom-made. I model these things sometimes. This is just a prototype.” At least it was comfortable. These sorts of suits, just a year earlier even, had insisted on crawling into every bodily crevice. The manufacturers had redesigned them when sales dropped. “ The party isn’t for a little while—I’m just trying to make it look natural.” The charming man allowed his lips to relax into a much less blinding show of happiness.
Shenandoah gave a mutter of irritation. Could he not see that this thing was toying with him? It would get him to divulge all of his secrets---it wasn’t that hard. Her master lifted his hands to point to the boy in the distance. “So, your trainer, he likes aliens—one of those tinfoil types? I could use one for this silly thing.” Aliens existed. Deoxys was proof of that. “Rayquaza is supposedly extraterrestrial. He has to think something of extra-planetary life then.” His manners, judging by how the ancient dragon acted sometimes, were still lost in orbit.
“Ah! Is this place?! I do hope they have real waffles—“ The frozen ones lacked homely charm. This little squat building, especially with broken lights, looked far from gourmet. He had completely forgotten his wallet in his other pants.
Gods rarely worried about such trivial matters. That’s why they borrowed teenagers—it wasn’t all about virgin sacrifices! (Please do not reply for at least 24 hours)
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