Hagom
POKEMON
Posts: 5
OOC Name:: Thunder
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Post by Hagom on Jun 11, 2014 18:47:09 GMT -5
He really shouldn't’ have come here today. A chip on his shoulder and boiling mad, the last thing Hagom needed was to be near others, especially humans. The lumbering swampert just needed a few more things to get from the mall and then he could go home and unwind. The water/ground amphibian had what one would call an incredibly bad day at work. You would think someone would give their bodyguard some damn respect, but some humans were just a bit too stupid. Relegated to guiding some Pravus lackey around because he was too damn scared to go through the odder districts, Hagom had to deal with his constant berating of the Pokemon that wandered the streets and more. At the end of it all, his charge had ‘mysteriously’ slipped on a patch of ice formed by the swampert. It was petty, but so worth it.
As he walked through the mall, he could feel some of the looks some wandering people were giving him. Most people had become accustomed to them going around and about Nada, but there were always a few that-
“Hey, mind getting out of my way, you bumbling fish?”
Hagom blinked in surprise as he noticed a shorter male in front of him, tapping his foot impatiently. The swampert just kept looking down at him with a blank look on his face. What the heck was he waiting for? Hagom glanced around the spacious mall area. He literally had enough space to bypass him and continue on with his day, yet he wanted to get his attention and start something?
“Are you even listening to me? Damn thing probably doesn’t even know English for god’s sake.” He muttered the last part under his breath.
Hagom’s nose scrunched, his gills flicking. Oh, how he was tempted to just punch him in the face and go on with his day. Sadly, it would have just made things worse. Instead, the swampert did what he usually did when people were in his way. With a grunt, he pushed the male aside, glancing back and watching hit the ground with a thud.
“Hey! You can’t do that-“
Whatever else the human was babbling, Hagom didn’t bother listening as he adjusted his straps and resumed his merry way. If someone else didn’t annoy him today, it would be too damn soon.
“Dumbass. Bet he’d poke an Ursaring if It stood in front of him.”
@tagged MADE BY ?MEULK OF GS & THQ
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Post by Forrest Edwin Antias-Robertson on Jun 15, 2014 23:29:37 GMT -5
Four bags swung from his hands. One was made out of cardboard and covered with the logo of a famous toy company. The second seemed to contain some sort of glas ware; this was made apparent by the noises it made as it swung. He had purchased a new set of dishes for the kitchen; the old ones, while beautiful, were too expensive to crack and ruin. It was not as if Forrest intended to use his grandmother’s antiques. The third bag contained two sets of pants for the classroom. The edge of one khaki pair peeked out the plastic handles. The final was filled with shirts. Two rips had appeared at its center and edges as he strolled through the mall.
His husband and himself needed some new work shirts! The tope-haired man was infamous for leaving little pinholes when he did the laundry. His claws, ivory and apparent on every other finger, tore through fabric like butter. His armor was also sharp. Tearing apart the fabric of everything from sheets to three-hundred dollar suits was fairly commonplace for the Pinsir Pokemorph. The two bags of clothing in his hands would last about six months—as long as he wasn’t doing anything too strenuous. His job as a spy was taxing at times—he had to crawl through a ventilation duct once or twice.
The mall reminded him of a greenhouse—at least its architecture. The large glass walls let light in from every angle; some of the children had to cover phones with hands to see the screens. Large plants, ranging from tropical palms to Hoenn imports, littered every intersection. In a few of them, serving as caretakers, some Mankey or Vigoroth scampered from branch to branch. A few treats from a package in his vest pocket, which he had purchased earlier, were tossed into some of the plants. While he doubted they understood, it was a whole different language after all, he signed the following to any watching mall gardeners: ‘Beautiful work.’ His fingers returned to his side as a voice piped up from the depths of his pocket. “It is really pretty, isn’t it Forrest? I think they do a wonderful job—I wish they legt some flowers though..” Dark eyes sparkled as he turned to look down at his Flabebe. Fingers moved quickly. “Planning on making an escape?” She chuckled and patted his arm with a finger barely wider than a fly.
“I do not want to be there when Emery sees what you did with all that money~~” For a moment, though the mandible movements were invisible beneath a covering, his mouth pieces turned inward. A noise that sounded like a cross between a purr and a worried groan, emerged. What was so wrong with shopping? “It wasn’t all Emery’s money! I have some as well!” Realizing her little joke had hit a nerve, sadly, the fairy-type went silent for a moment. A commotion ahead, in which she saw a flash of blue, drew her gaze quickly. “Forrest!” The professor, recognizing a conflict in need of some mediation, gently pushed aside a few members of the crowd. Oh dear. We do not need a fight in here! Think of the children! He would also rather miss the candied-nut stand near where Hathom clashed with another.
Ignoring any ache in his legs, his joints were rarely strong enough for this sort of thing, the Pokemorph inserted himself between Hagom and the other man. “Now now! Just calm down!” The Flabebe had to speak. The brunette struggled as he debated between what medium to use to talk.
Whiteboard? The glare from the glass would make it difficult to read.
Sign language? He knew of a handful of people in an hour’s radius who could properly communicate in this manner. Multitudes of people believed the Pokemorph was merely attempting to inform them of something needing intimate contact with their lower-colon.
Cellphone? His was dead. He had spent all day sending silly pictures, along with smilies, to a bored Emery. It was nothing but a dark brick in his pocket.
Money? That happened to be a rather universal means of communication. A few bills were tossed haphazardously at the irritated man. He glanced briefly down at the fingers, which were covered in chitin, and seemed ready to leave. Forrest turned to the Swampert and began to rapidly sign.
The little fairy-type translated: “He says humans can be far more dangerous and unkind than Ursaring—you don’t poke them either.” A pause as her master debated. “His husband is going to kill him for that.” A sigh followed. “You know what I never understood, Swampert, money.” Forrest looked as if he wanted to launch into an economics lecture.
If no one could read his hands and pay attention? It was just a normal day at class—in the mall.
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Hagom
POKEMON
Posts: 5
OOC Name:: Thunder
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Post by Hagom on Jun 16, 2014 17:26:37 GMT -5
As the swampert made his merry way, it seemed that someone else decided that this was their business. Another voice had cut in while positioning themselves between the calm pokemon and the rampaging human, a nice contrast to the normal propaganda towards their species. A young male with silver hair and a fairy floating beside him had decided to play the mediator, but something seemed off. As he started throwing money at the other guy in hopes he would leave, Hagom figured the guy was a few pokeballs short of a full team. He looked at him in confusion before his partner had decided to play the translator, thankfully.
Amidst the confusion, the frustrated male had left, holding his head in confusion as to why the weird looking guy had decided to intervene. At least the water type didn’t have much else to worry about. After the explanation and seeing the human rapidly make hand signs at him, it seemed to all click together. The male didn’t have a voice of his own, and something else seemed off about him. He could plainly see the Flabebe floating near him, but the scent of something else reached Hagom’s nose. Did he have another pokemon on his person? The smell of a bug type was heavily coated on him, as were others, but he just played it off on being a trainer. Despite being one and helping him out, Hagom decided to keep his bias at bay to thank him.
“Ahh.” Hagom nodded. It seemed at as the fairy type translated; the term of human caught his attention. The swampert stared down at the male in confusion. Was it his own usage, or the fairy inputting his own language? Humans were weird. "Well, thanks for the help, the both of you. Haven’t been having too good of a day, hah. Name’s Hagom.”
The lumbering pokemon raised up a hand to shake amidst all the hang signing in hopes he would get the gesture. He didn’t know how to tackle someone not being able to speak with their mouth.
MADE BY ?MEULK OF GS & THQ
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