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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2014 3:35:17 GMT -5
| To the man, every day to every hour slowly started to turn into one long ass one. The scarred male yawned and stretched wildly, the feel of his tight cramped muscles that loosen with each step he took down to the main lounge was some relief to his aching pounding head. A low rumbled sounded of from his adman, the cry of substance to fill it clearly wanted as the man reached the lobby without even a second thought. Even after a cooler shower to chill his hot skin and in an attempt to wake up, Maverick still felt exhausted as he came up to the counter tired. His hot gaze flickered over the selection of food, all looking unappetizing to the houndoom but decent enough for the human. With a low deep tone, the pokemorph placed some money on the table and ordered his food. “Good morning,” the Major greeted softly and gave the male cook behind the counter a flash fake friendly grin, “Give me some scrambled eggs, some sausage, and an orange juice. This should cover it. Thanks.”In the matter of minutes, the pokemorph had a decently size portion of food before his very own eyes. The food was hot and fresh. Steam rolled off the food as the man made his way through the lounge and took his place at a nearby table without even looking to see who he had sat with. The half human and pokemon starred at his food for a moment, unsure if he should really eat as the houndoom inside growled with protest at the food. But with an inward grunt at the creature he was mixed with, Mav slowly started to eat his food. The food hit the spot, each bite the male enjoyed more and more as the creature slow started to accept the substance that the human has fed it. After a few bites and a swig of his juice that the creature cringed at, Mavii pulled out a beat up and torn up black covered note book from his bag. The pokemorph placed the journal on the table, pulled out the black inked red pen that was stuffed in the metal spoils that held the papers together, and began to scribble some notes on the neatly lined piece of white paper. This creature will be the death of me. Even as I write this, he is stalking my thoughts and trying to control me as a human. I want to ask other pokemorphs if they get this same problem, but my damn pride and respect for their privacy keeps getting in my way. I don’t know if I am winning this battle or losing. I have more control than when I did than, but he still is so strong. I need to find a way to calm him without hurting him or more importantly.... me. I just- The male paused as his fresh white sharp teeth chomped down on a link of sausage. Brilliant ruby digits flickered over his notes before he slammed the notebook closed and frowned. “Fuck,” Mav cursed in a mumbled under his breath. The Major did not understand why he had to take notes every day. He hated putting his thoughts and feeling out on paper let alone let someone read it. The man felt like he was letting others into his weak spots, letting them know how to take him out or something more sincere. It was annoying, yet they required him to do so. They had to monitor his thoughts, feelings, and actions to be sure that this creature will not ruin them and maybe provide more information for later studies. Although Maverick did not think his notes were much help, most of them were either really hard to read, half written out, or scribbled out completely. Another sigh escaped from the burnt guy, trapped within his own thoughts as he ate his morning food and ignored everything that was happening around him. Maverick's mind focused on his problems and days schedule. TAGS ☪ all pravus members are welcome to join NOTES ☪ maverick is eating breakfast and did not pay attention to where he sat down sooo.... if could be your table or maybe you just sit down next to him or something else. idk. lol. |
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Post by Zorro on Apr 11, 2014 9:24:51 GMT -5
As pokemorphs inconvenienced by the pokemon they were melded with, Zorro was definitely one of them. Salan lay curled on the Zebstrika's back as the centaur had gone about his morning, brushing his teeth and hair before grabbing his jacket. It was too out for the horse blanket he tended to wear on his lower body and in any case, he would have had to gone about waking the gem eyed viper who loved more than anything to sleep in.
The ex-cripple walked to the lounge, covering his ears against the noise his hooves made any time they hit tile. He'd had a terribly rough night. He almost slid into the counter because of a miss step. "I need coffee and a chicken salad," he ground out as he fished the money for it out of his wallet. Some times he'd attempted to skip breakfast and have a fruit salad on his way to work instead, or a pastry. Pravus gave at least a semi-decent coffee in his eyes and he deeded it if he was even going to make it out of the building.
As soon as he had his tray in his hands he made his way to his breakfast table, it was one of the ones with either plastic or carpet under it. He folded his legs and settled his way down into what he insisted was sitting posture. As tall as he was, sitting up with his lower body would have put much more distance between him and his coffee. No one understood one of Zorros' greatest loves in his life was coffee.
The morph's long ears twitched as someone sat in front of him and he looked ahead, right at the older pokemorph who had sat down at his table. While Zorro wasn't one to usually start fights, something about the fact that he was facing a Houndoom morph began to rile him up. But this man was a Pravus Major and he himself was just a police officer. So Zorro sat in silence as his whithers shivered in silent anticipation for something to break the tense silence.
The curse broke the silence and the centaur practically jumped to his hooves in alarm, causing some of his coffee to spill from its mug and hit the Major's plate. The startled equine towered over Maverick, luckily Salan was still fast asleep, she could have likely worsened the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 1:48:27 GMT -5
| Maverick took another fork full of eggs and stuffed his cheeks, still deep within his own thoughts. What if he cannot control this thing? What was he going to do if they think that the Major has lost it? Would they label him as mentally unstable? Would they take away his freedom, his job, or even worse, his pokemon? Would they kill him off? The male blinked before his dark brows scrunched together and red hot eyes turned cold. Even if they decide to claim him as a lost cause, he will not let them take away his freedom or pokemon. The scarred male will find a way to control this creature even if it meant he would lose his life. Mav was a man who will fight to the end, not even a houndoom was going to stop him. It was not until the houndoom inside of the male interrupted his thoughts with a warning snarl that made Maverick drop back down to reality. His crimson blood colored digits glanced up to see Zorro hovered over him, a man whom he was seen a few times but never bothered to get to know. If Maverick is correct, his name was Zorro Phoenix, a police officer who is also a pokemorph. And by the smell of it, his DNA was mixed with Zebstrika or some kind of hooved pokemon. Maverick gave him an impish smirk as his long ebony tail twitched with excitement. The houndoom growled in pleasure. Like the predator it is, the creature was ready to pounce on the prey that stood before him. “Is there a problem Officer?” the burnt male questioned softly as he took another bite of his breakfast sausage and turned back to his food, “I would suggest you sit down before you make a big fool of yourself in front of your team mate, Sir. I did not mean to startle you and I apologize.” The man took another swig of his drink, the smell of fresh fruit made his nose wrinkle before he put the glass down. “Trust me when I say this Mr. Phoenix,” the Major warned in a harsh hushed tone to the man, “You do not want to start trouble with me. You will regret it as will I.” It was half a threat, half a warning. A threat of his job and what could happen if the pokemorph dared to start something with one of the top Military Majors. A warning of what will happen if the officer wanted to fight a blood thirst creature that was just itching to rip the man part. Maverick glanced back up at the pokemorph, his brilliant red digits locked onto Zorro’s as he waited to see what the man will do. TAGS ☪ Zorro , all pravus members are welcome to join NOTES ☪ maverick did not realize he startles him and just tells him to sit down and relax. xD |
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Post by Zorro on May 19, 2014 9:42:15 GMT -5
"To be honest, I believe you are being rude to me at my own table," the centaur replied as he set down his tray. His ears lay against his head as he was rather angered at being treated in such a way. His left fore-hoof scuffed the floor and then he stamped it down on the mat. The morph then snorted and settled down to eat. "At least I know how to control my pokemon base instincts."
Zorro picked up his fork. "You give off such an uncontrolled vibe. I wonder, am I really talking to a pokemorph, or a pokemon who happens to look like a human." He munched on his salad silently, tail flicking. His partner begins to stir in her coils but he pays her no mind as Salan uncurls and yawns wide. "What a wonderful nap that was," she mumbled. "Oh, breakfast already?"
He chuckled and looked over his shoulder, ears swiveling. "You slept in, Salan," Zorro informed her, reaching back to his tray for his coffee. The electric morph chugged it all down in one go. Salan slithered up to Zorro's shoulders and coiled there. "Chicken salad? Really? Why not some pie?"
"Well you're putting on a bit of weight," he teased her, ignoring Maverick for the moment.
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