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Post by Ryuu Takasu on Jan 2, 2014 22:49:04 GMT -5
This was... utterly despicable.
Ryuu was never a social person, even before his morphing; always the studious, quiet, solitary man. As a child he was quite the same, sticking to books in his room rather than explore any possibilities of friendship (besides, his parents' insane education regime made that near impossible). He liked being his own man to do as he pleased, to interact as he so desired, not to be... stuffed into a room of people doing mundane activities.
Socializing.
At least he had his work handy, or at least part of it; if he couldn't perform any hand-on work, Ryuu would be damned if didn't get anything done while on this obnoxious excursion. Numbers bleeped in and out of vision as he rapidly accessed files and data of various experiments, trying his best to stay up to date on the work being done without his presence, but this gathering was far from the base; he was simply too far out of range to keep current.
It was frustrating beyond belief.
Ryuu sighed in exasperation and wiped his mind clean of any stats, looking out into reality to see what was going on. There were people dancing, chatting, drinking... indulging in the usual ignorance that such parties brought forth. He had no idea why his superiors insisted he attend such an event, knowing full well how precarious his work was, but perhaps that was it; he was often told he worked too much. A ludicrous idea in itself, but he wasn't one to argue with authority... unlike others he knew.
His attire hadn't changed much from his normal day to day wear, being professional himself; the classic suit and tie, fit nicely to his frame to compliment such long, elegant features. Yet those eyes of his maintained a neutral, dissatisfied look, empty irises formed into straight lines (to give a -_- appearance). Ryuu's hair was combed neatly, red highlights sticking clearly through the black; highlights that had been increasing over time. He'd be a red-head soon if he weren't careful.
Ryuu sighed from his spot against the wall and cast his gaze blankly to the side, folding his arms, perturbed; why did he have to be here?
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Post by Ethan "Enigma" McKenna on Jan 12, 2014 5:44:31 GMT -5
The head scientist was not the only person lamenting the masquerade. It was difficult to tell that Ethan was doing the same; his expression seemed flat—the slightest dash of annoyance was nearly invisible. The majority of people in the room seemed elated. Drink, fruit punch, and other things flowed freely. Waiters, many of them ghosts or young privates offered drinks or snack items.
Hours were money. Time was valuable. Regardless of how he had explained it, dropping it down to the education level of a child, Ethan was heavily pressured to attend this gala. Work had been left upon the desk for next week. Appointments, some with important officials, had been allocated to another day. The perfectly arranged schedule, which happened to be a large file on Ethan’s computer, had been completely disheveled. The loss of two hours, as this was what this farce had amounted too, meant a variety of needless phonecalls. A variety of military camps, waiting in the wilderness for reinforcements, would find it stalled by this party. This ‘dance’ would result in ‘death’.
The signs outside were also the idea of an ignoramus. People within this area were denoted as Pravus officials. The guards outside, some of which Ethan had watched imbibe alcohol, leaned against the doors. Suits allowed little room for either weapons or Pokeballs. Many of the others in this room, while deadly, had defenses hidden away in the coat room. Each and every new arrival was met with a pair of toxic eyes; the President was leaning against the staircase. “Thank you, Innuendo.” Fingertips, crushed into plain white dress gloves, reached into formerly empty air. A fluted glass, filled with champagne, was pulled from the air. Across the room, sensing his trainer’s irritation, the Xatu gave a wave. “I believe it will take more than a single drink to make this a tolerable situation.” After initial introductions to various family members, the party had left Ethan to his solitude.
The thing he wore was no costume. This was not the masquerade; many of those invited with little experience of Pokemorphs, some citizens lived beneath stones, gave the occasional stare. The groups often found themselves met with a cool, detached, and emotionless pair of toxic-colored eyes. The needle-sharp teeth were not the result of plastic molds. The oddly wiry fur covering his features, sprinkled with patches of skin and scales, had not been glued on. The deformed area of his face, mostly centering around his mouth and nose, were far from artificial. The lips moved apart to drain the rest of the glass.
It was at this moment, lifting his gaze slightly to stare at a familiar figure, that Ethan gave up interacting. He truly had no desire to discuss children, the worthless and unfilled New Year’s Resolution, or the latest news from the tabloids. Pulling at his suit pants, which now bunched oddly around his ankles, Ethan moved toward Ryuu. People were gently pushed aside by little telekinetic bursts. Taking another glass of wine, allowing it to float lazily into his hand, the President decided to strike up a conversation.
A second one, like a faithful dog, followed behind the President on a telekinetic tether. Only a few drops of the liquid fell to the floor.
“Good evening, Doctor Takasu. “ The spliced Pokemorph paused. When he spoke again, voice still neutral, it was at a quieter level. “You do not seem to be enjoying yourself.” Just like the computer-like gaze before him, produced by science, it was difficult to read those eyes. “This farce has been allocated nearly three percent of our discretionary budget for the month of January—2.8834%, to be more precise.”, his voice sounded less than pleased. Images of paperwork instantly surged to the forefront of his mind. Ethan read daily reports from the scientific department—which he far preferred to fiction and ass-kissing e-mails. “Drink?” The glass hovered before the Porygon-Z Pokemorph.
Ethan, like most of the frightened sheep within the room, had taken shelter with a like-minded individual. He would not have hired a head scientist that preferred parties to discoveries. The only thing likely to be discovered this night, aside from a hangover, was the true depths of menial human conversation.
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Post by Ryuu Takasu on Jan 13, 2014 14:03:42 GMT -5
It was in the midst of a particularly nasty thought that a familiar voice lofted to his ears, the 'tink' of a glass accompanied with it, and Ryuu looked up. He blinked and grinned, pupils momentarily becoming exclamation points in mild surprise before flashing back to their normal neutral state. Of all the people to be here, Ryuu thought he would be the least fortunate, but this had changed things.
"Your mathematics are as precise as ever, Doctor McKenna." Ryuu hummed, fingers slipping around the suspended glass with grace. "Do forgive my lack of enthusiasm, I am not overly fond of being forced into social gatherings when I could be... elsewhere." His tone remained at a professional state of neutrality, but it dipped into a slightly exasperated lilt towards the end of his statement. His eye ran up and down Ethan and he grinned, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm sure you understand."
"Although I will admit this is a pleasant surprise." He continued, his tone dipping into a more comfortable, casual state. His head cantered slightly. "I thought I was the most unfortunate man in the room, but you have taken that prize." A smirk ghosted over his lips. "Not that I relish in it, but misery does love company." A pause in which he chuckled, an odd thing considering his robotic accent. "And I always enjoy yours, Doctor."
Was he ass-kissing? No, not at all. This was simply how Ryuu acted around his superiors; he admired them, and Ethan was his biggest boss with a brain to back it up. If there was anything Ryuu admired most of all, it was intelligence and common sense, two traits Mr. McKenna had down perfectly. Two traits he could only wish everyone in his department shared.
But alas.
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Post by Ethan "Enigma" McKenna on Jan 16, 2014 4:23:10 GMT -5
The other man had smiled. That facial gesture, especially when accompanied by the sudden shift in pupils, was simple to interpret. Ryuu seemed to be elated with his intrusion Then again, as the man had just been standing in isolation, it was unlikely that anything of import had been interrupted. It was difficult to accomplish anything worthwhile in this place; the constant noises, drinking, and celebration made thinking difficult. The content of some conversations made the President feel as if his brain was being crushed. At least, unlike a percentage of people within this city, Ethan was aware that idiocy was not truly a disease; it did seem to be contagious at times.
The second the fingertips wrapped around the glass, suspending the need to levitate it, the slim glass ware sank into Ryuu’s grip. The blue glow disappeared. The golden eyes returned to their normal color. The use of the word ‘doctor’ was gratifying. In truth, while he valued both accomplishments, it seemed many forgot he had once been something other than a pencil pusher; Ethan had been a scientist as well. “It is relieving to hear that they have not gone rusty.” Math puzzles were still common on both his desk, bedside, and book shelves. Sipping from his glass, ignoring the drop or two running out between his teeth, the President listened to his coworker. His face maintained its standard neutrality.
Shaking his head, feeling Ryuu had little reason to apologize, the President gave the tiniest of sighs. Lifting his head briefly, eyes observing the crowd nearby, Ethan replied. “I can empathize with your current predicament—to the furthest extent of my abilities.” Empathy, while still present, had been somewhat dulled after his Pokemorph procedure. Twisting his glass slightly, staring down into its depth in silence, Ethan continued. “I do not usually consume alcohol." It was a pointless drink that slowed the mind. Pausing for a moment, taking another swallow from the glass, the redheaded man elaborated on his current choice. “The wine seems to assist in making this situation more tolerable.” At the very least, while much of the money had been wasted, the expense given on drink seemed to be worthwhile.
Shifting his feet slightly, flexing the claws, Ethan tried to relieve an ache in one leg. While the cast had been removed, leaving oddly thin hair, the area was still sore; the terrorist attack a month or two prior had left its mark on the President of Pravus. While he sensed, in part, that he was being flattered, Ethan cared little. Appeals to his ego rarely had any effect. “ I doubt I happen to be the least fortunate. I am far from happier with the situation, however. “ Absolutes, such as 'least' and 'most', sometimes fell short to Ethan's ears. Glancing around the area, observing his compatriots, the red-haired man continued. “I feel we may be two or three from the bottom.” He had a few things to be thankful for. He was being left free of unneeded interference. “ Remember, Ryuu, that we return to business as usual tomorrow. We may be thankful for that.” Ethan adored his solitude. He liked the comfort of his office, work, and intellectual stimulation.
The light liquid was now just a few drops within the glass.
Now certain he was being flattered, or that there was a high possibility of such things, the golden eyes lifted briefly. His voice did not sound annoyed or offended. While it lacked value, when used upon him, it was not an illogical action to attempt. “You would not be head scientist if I deplored your company.” Much like the head scientist, Ethan admired equal amounts of common sense and intelligence. “Do you have any personal projects of interest at the moment---outside of this menial even—“ Tail twitching, his pants shifting oddly, the President turned to face a new figure.
The Xatu had somehow stumbled upon a tuxedo for this occasion. He jumped right into the conversation. “Are we flirting again, boys!? In public?” Chortling at his own joke, taking the remains of his master’s drink, the flying-type grinned. This sort of event recharged his batteries—he far preferred it to a dreary office. In truth, racing about like some road-runner, he felt his trainer was hiding. Was it not the President's job, in times of tumult, to face the masses---or the drunken party goers?
It was sometimes difficult to see, especially in the current situation, how Ethan and his feathery companion managed to cooperate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:40:49 GMT -5
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| Boredom was the least of Adelard's worries at this social gathering. He could handle boredom. He was bored often. Yet this gala didn't offer mere boredom, it offered irritation. Normally the morph would have skipped out entirely on the festivities, preferring a quiet night at home to hanging in the back while the overly-pampered fools around him danced the night away. The conversations he heard were dull and totally uninteresting. His tuxedo felt tight, giving hardly any room for the more monstrous features of his. The only good thing at the buffet was the fruit punch -- the 'gourmet' desserts tasted like cardboard.
Despite being just about fed up with the whole event, he, unfortunately, could not leave. He often regretted being born into a very socially-minded family. A good deal of said family was present tonight, and all of them wanted to hear about his 'prestigious accomplishments'. Thus something easily avoidable became an obligation, and he found himself, at this current time, now resting from their interrogations. At least, with the throng of people about, he could let his guard down slightly when it came to worrying about the more inhuman horrors.
Glancing to his left, he felt rather relieved that his relatives, or some other nosy socialite, weren't present. However, something else caught his eye. Two very familiar figures were nearby, appearing to be engaged in conversation. Dr. Takasu and President McKenna; two of the most intelligent figures in Pravus, and both of them his superiors. In the workplace he wouldn't have dared approach them without being called for -- interruptions were highly inappropriate. However, this was the private sphere, and in the private sphere he honestly did not give much thought about the formalities of the business world.
Adelard approached the two intellectuals, raising his glass of punch in greeting. Other than his wings, which extended from two rather uneven slits in the back of his tuxedo, his morph features did not reveal themselves much beyond the immobile, and the most obvious. "Greetings, gentleman. Can I join in? I didn't think I'd find people I'd enjoy being around here." He especially didn't expect these two. What were they doing at this gathering, and not off with work or other matters? They weren't the type to enjoy parties, from what he knew. |
LAIKA OF GS!
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