Post by Zachary Hazel on Aug 10, 2013 21:25:05 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] “Hmm... Well, how long do you think it'll take? I mean, we do need to get on the road, but we can stay for however long it takes, right Sai?” the first said, the second finishing, “Whenever you finish them? We're not going anywhere outside of the region. The Pokemon Centers have phones, right?” He nodded a bit in confirmation. “We can just call in at each town we pass and when they're ready, we'll double back for them. We'll just need a number to call in that case and then you have as much time as you want to tinker.” While both seemed genuine in their words and suggestions respectively and didn't seem to mind going without a Poke'Dex and having to make a U-turn at some point in time in order to retrieve them when they were done being updated now, it didn't take much for him to guess that, given a few days, they'd be wanting them back soon and the trip back would be more of a pain than the very slight inconvenience they were making it out to be. He, himself, had never had a Poke'Dex. Yes, he'd taken apart, put together, and even built up from the ground by scratch when he was still living in Aria in that big, empty house – really, he was as far from a stranger to Poke'Dexes – but he'd never had one to call his own. But, even then, he knew how useful trainers found them, rookie or veteran, old or new, and he didn't want to put them through that.
He didn't know exactly how skilled he was at tinkering anymore – he'd been building up rust for years, now – but, for the sake of these two, he decided to make a leap of faith. “If I start within the hour, I can make these work like new by the end of tonight.” Maybe that was a little more than he could handle. But if there was one thing that Zachary Alexander Hazel did better than anyone else was carry through challenges he'd never be able to complete when he challenged himself in the beginning. He'd slave all day if he had to: he'd made a promise, and he sure as heck would keep it. “Most trainers hang around town their first day, anyway, sleep in the Center in town, and head off for Chisai the next morning. Come visit me after you're all packed tomorrow and I'll be done.”
In response to his very, very short description of the horrors that were the acts of Team Imum, the blond wasn't surprised to see an immediate reaction, albeit one more prominent than the other. Arron said, “Wow... Are you serious? Thanks for telling us, Zach. Even if it's not the nicest thing to know... It's still good to know.” To the tiny smile played on trainer's face, he simply nodded weakly, saying, “You have a right to know. Didn't want to leave you in the dark and make you figure it out yourselves.” Would it be too much to tell them of the suspicions of former Imum members working through the political power of Besser? He didn't believe them, personally, because he was a member of the Besser party and he hadn't seen anyone particularly suspicious at all. Well, that was more of an opinionated thing, anyway, and not something history-impacted unless proven true. He figured it wouldn't kill them to let them find that out on their own. It's not a real adventure if someone's telling you what to do every step, right?
Up until that point, he hadn't really been paying attention to the events transpiring between the two trainers' Pokemon. Eliza and Cerice, they'd said? They'd been conversing with one another, he assumed, throughout most of the humans' conversation. The only reason he noticed was when the Abra turned to Saimon, said something telepathically, he supposed, and caused the brunette to reach into his coat and retrieved some food designed specifically for Pokemon for both first-stage creatures. “Here you are, dear.” At first, he simply watched both Pokemon's reactions, recalling a time when his own bird types were so docile and small. Well, they were docile now – but not after being more vicious than any Pokemon should ever strive to be. Ever. - but they certainly weren't small. However, the sight of food and people eating reminded him of how he hadn't really eaten anything today. What time was it? He didn't have a watch on and the clock he hung up in his living room – a gift from Lena. Seriously, who gets people clocks for their birthdays? But it was the thought that counted, and any gift from Lena was priceless to him – was always some ungoshly number of minutes and hours slow, so that was no help at all. It had to be around noon... right?
“You two hungry? I might have some stuff to make lunch or something. If I don't have enough, I can give you some poke'dollars and you can go grab something in town for yourselves.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 0:15:26 GMT -6
Eliza perked up her ears as food was set down between her and Cerice. She walked up, taking a piece from the bundle popping it in her mouth and chewing, gulping it down hungrily, letting out a small sound of contentment, licking her lips. "Thanks Saimon! That was really delicious!" she said, patting her belly and taking another piece of food. Never could have enough of Saimon's excellent food.
Arron snickered at the sight of Eliza chowing down on food, then shifted back to the professor, nodding at the estimate of time needed to fix their Dex's. "That sound's pretty good Zach I imagine we can find something to do until your finished" Arron said, smiling happily. As he said before, neither he, or sai had bothered exploring the city yet, so there was still that to do.
The mention of food made the young man perk up quite a bit, grinning and licking his lips. "Oh man, I didn't even think about how hungry I was, now that you mention it I'm starving!" He said, chuckling and shooting the professor a grin. "not to worry, Sai here is a cook extraordinaire~" he said, turning to his Friend. "I'll help with food, just tell me what to do boss~".
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 12:23:36 GMT -6
As Cerice busied herself with eating and not talking, much like Sai in that she seemed to let Eliza's comment speak for both of them as she ate. Even as she busied herself with food, she translated for Sai, who had returned his attention to Zach.
The Pokedex could be upgraded that quickly? Even one as outdated as his and Arron's? Wow! Saimon was definitely impressed, as said his bright smile, though he had a suspicion that the professor was being extremely generous. Well, it wouldn't matter. They had yet to explore the town and they did need to resupply. The Kanto youth nodded to this suggestion and readjusted the strap of the backpack he wore. "Alright. that makes sense. No rush though. Even if it takes more than a day. Don't strain yourself." Saimon responded. If there was one thing plainly obvious about Sai, it was his concern for others. Plus, he and Arron could definitely busy themselves until it was ready, especially considering Sai's next question, "Is there a decent Pokemon population in any nearby area? Somewhere we could continue training while we wait?"
Then there was talk of food, and the green-eyed boy just smiled again, almost a smirk really. He patted the pack at his side, more than a camera bag these days, and nodded to the professor, and to Arron's offer to help, "Good idea. Me and Arron here will fix us all some lunch while you get to work on those Pokedexes, yeah?" his smile curved, then widened into a grin, making the boy seem at least five years older, "The least we can do for the upgrades." The professor didn't think he was going to accept his help for nothing in return, did he?
Cerice ate probably three more pieces, but didn't have a bit appetite, and yawned afterwards. As soon as Eliza was done too, she retied the now smaller pouch of food and carried it as she floated back up to Sai's hood, to which he caught fluidly as she dropped. Their level of mental connection was plainly obvious. With that, Cerice snuggled back into his hood and curled up to nap. 16 hours of sleep a day took a long time to achieve.
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Aug 14, 2013 10:50:14 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] “That sounds pretty good, Zach. I can imagine we can find something to do until you're finished.” Arron said first and the blond was starting to notice a pattern of him being on the ball more often than the other. However, both shared the same smile – Siamon looking especially impressed while Arron just looked pleased – as he made it official he was going to push his limits on how fast he could update a couple of rocks. Well, rocks in comparison to the latest models. He was going to have his work cut out for him. “Alright, that makes sense. No rush, though. Even if it takes more than a day; don't strain yourself.” To that, he simply shook his head, saying, “Nah, it's cool. I've got this. They don't pay me to sit around all day, right?” … The sad thing was, they actually did. For the most part, anyway. If deadlines were really biting him in the behind, he got over himself and did something. But that was beside the point; what the point was was that he strove to be an honest person. Unless it was a dire situation, he didn't like to lie. Going against his recently made promise would just be another form of lying in his mind and there was no way in heck he was going to sit around if he had a reputation to uphold. “Is there a decent Pokemon population in any nearby area? Somewhere we could continue training while we wait?” Nodding, he replied, “Yeah. Remember that old Route One place I was talking about? Pokemon are crawling over there. Closest training spot I can think of. They're all kind of weak, though, since it's a beginner's route, so you might have to head into the woods for some decent training.”
“Oh, man, I didn't even think about how hungry I was. Now that you mention it, I'm starving!” Arron said with a laugh and a grin, catching the professor's attention s he continued, “Not to worry, Sai here is a cook extraordinaire~!” Turning to his friend, he continued, “I'll help with food, just tell me what to do.” Zach raised an eyebrow in just the slightest, though it'd be hard to see by anyone who didn't know him well enough to know that the subtlest of changes meant a major difference under his facade, but the statement was confirmed by the other boy. “Good idea. Me and Arron here will fix us all some lunch while you get to work on those Poke'Dexes, yeah? The least we can do for the upgrades.” For a moment, he was prepared to turn them both down. That was, of course, until he realized option “B” was to eat leftover lasagna that he wasn't entirely sure was good to each anymore. He thought the last time he ate from it, he got sick. Of course, maybe they were two different scenarios entirely? But it had been sitting in there a while... “Right. That sounds cool.” He ran the 'Dexes over in his hands a few times, flashing his guests a look before gesturing for them to come inside. “I guess I'll work on these, then, huh? I'll leave it up to you to not burn my kitchen down.”
Not that he thought they would, but few a time did he ever get to joke around. Most people didn't appreciate his humor, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 23:39:43 GMT -6
The pokemorph grinned at the news of the two places to train. Weak wasn't necessarily bad, I mean they were but beginners themselves really weren't they? Still the challenge of a tougher opponent got his blood boiling and ready to fight. It sounded great it might depend for him though on what kind of Pokemon were located in each place. "What kind of Pokemon are in each if you don't mind me asking? Wouldn't mind getting some new friends on the team you know?"
He also nodded at the further matter of him telling them about the evil team. It was nice to have A professor who cared and wanted them to do well as opposed to...well...the opposite. He smiled at the invitation to cook, and walked toward the kitchen, waiting for his cooking master extraordinaire to lead the way. After all, He was the better cook.
Eliza Watched as Cerice floated back into the hood, then walked over to Arron's side, looking at the professor. Seemed a decent sort. Least he didn't call her cute or anything insulting. He seemed to have a respect not many others had in regards to her being small and fluffy. She couldn't wait to evolve, more fluff yes, but also more height and stronger attacks...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 9:04:23 GMT -6
Saimon was only a step behind as Arron stepped in, thanking the professor once more as he stowed that little poke of food back in his coat. The kinds of Pokemon didn't matter to him as much. He wasn't an Ace Trainer like Arron wanted to be. If he caught something, it wouldn't matter what species it was.
In the kitchen, Sai merely puled off his side pouch, though not his backpack yet. Not until he sent a little mental prodding to Cerice. Even in her sleep, she seemed capable of discerning dream from reality. There was a flash of light centered on his hood, though the radius of the light wasn't blinding. Then another came as the Abra reappeared on the kitchen counter, leaning on a wall,
Only then did he remove his backpack too, and stretch to enjoy the loss of that weight. He rummaged in that backpack expertly, pulling out what small amount of materials he had with him. Berry Pouch and a small amount of Apricorns brought from Jhoto. He looked over to Arron and grinned, flashing that smile, "What's in the fridge? What do we have to work with?"
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Aug 21, 2013 15:15:05 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Zach was a bit surprised – but only a bit – to find that, despite the fact that the Pokemon that roamed in the confines of the old Route One hardly surpassed a level of five, Arron was still interested in finding and possibly catching a Pokemon to make his own. Of course, he hadn't really specified how weak they were, had he...? “What kind of Pokemon are in each, if you don't mind me asking? Wouldn't mind getting some new friends on the team, you know?” Then again, most trainers these days didn't really care about levels as long as they weren't weak enough to be knocked out in a single shot. Not everyone was like him in the sense that level usually came before Pokemon preference. And, even then, his own preferences were that they were all flying-type Pokemon. Family traditions and old habits died hard, surely. But by then, he'd left the blue-haired trainer waiting a bit too long – a couple of seconds, that was – so he focused on trying to remember exactly what Pokemon still lingered there even after the land's title had been stripped from it. Pidgey was one... Sentret, too... He thought he saw a pack of Poochyena there once, too, so they shouldn't have been too hard to find... Shinx weren't all that rare... And hadn't he seen a couple of Munna on his way through...? “It's been a while, but I think you can find stuff like Pidgey, Sentret, Poochyena, Shinx, Munna, and whatever. Maybe there's more, maybe there's less. My research field doesn't require squat for field work, so it's been a while since I've been to any of the old routes.”
Following the crowd of two, the shade-wearing professor slipped into the kitchen as well if only to make sure they knew what they were doing. It was interesting to watch the Abra disappear from behind Saimon's coat and appear on the counter as if hearing some silent command even while asleep. Of course, if he really tried to remember, he could probably recall a time when he'd seen other Pocket Monsters of the same species do similar things. However, right now, he was just more focused on trying to make sure nothing went wrong and how he was going to upgrade their 'Dexes in such a short frame of time. “What's in the fridge? What do we have to work with?” To this, the blond scrunched his nose – again, with him, just a very slight movement that would only be fully noticed, much less translated to frustration or confusion by anyone who really knew him – and he tried to remember what was in there, too. He was not a forgetful person, he swore, he just kind of... reached in there and ate whatever he picked up first. There had been more than one occasion that he'd ended up drinking out of the ketchup bottle, partially because he didn't feel like putting it back and mostly for Logan's amusement. “... There's lasagna,” he offered oh so helpfully. “Go ahead and look for yourself, I guess. I don't remember half the crud I put in there.” There should have been enough supplies for a half decent or better meal... right? He'd gone grocery shopping only a couple of days ago and, because he rarely went shopping at all, he usually ended up coming home with about three times the amount that he would had it been a weekly occurrence. In other words, he didn't really doubt that the breeder would have much difficulty getting the ingredients he needed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 21:36:39 GMT -6
Arron nodded to the professor's explanation of what they might encounter on the first route. Sounded pretty much like all beginner stuff, not necessarily a bad thing. It would be nice to get some Pokemon just to start with, heck, maybe they'd find something rare! The thought made the young man grin. While it wasn't likely they'd encounter a rare Pokemon, the prospect excited him.
When he saw the contents of the fridge, the morph chuckled again, this time more nervously. This looked like the kind of food he would eat. Not a bad thing, but some old leftovers would be tough to change into fresh quality food. to that note, he turned to his companion. "You take the lead man, just tell me what I need to do"
Eliza followed her trainer into the kitchen, seeing Cerice teleport onto the counter and hopping up beside her, taking a seat. "Don't mind if I sit here do you?" she asked, smiling at the Abra. If she did, she'd move. She didn't want to make Cerice feel uncomfortable.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 14:38:28 GMT -6
Unfortunately, lasagna would not cut it here. Sai merely nodded and walked over to the fridge himself, having not been given a list of proper ingredients. Sometimes he wished they had a female in the party who cooked as much as he did, but then he remembered that he liked his job in the group. Chuckling at this internal revelation, he brought out a few things, examining them as the professor spoke, "No worries, sir. The lasagna you mention is old.. I can smell it. I'd throw it away if you don't like stomach problems." Sai let Zach do as he wished, then looked up from the fridge, moving to the cabinets to examine things. He snapped his fingers and began digging.
"Sweet! I can make a loaded potato soup with these things!" he said finally, bringing the materials to the counter and separating them. He looked up at Arron and began giving him instructions slowly, pointing to cans of cream of cheese and potatoes that needed peeling, then dicing. Meanwhile, Cerice made no reply to Eliza. She was asleep, after all, and though she could use her moves while dreaming, she was having a very pleasant dream.
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Aug 27, 2013 22:12:41 GMT -6
Excitement was not exactly what the professor had expected to see light up Arron's face after he'd listed off what Pokemon he could remember seeing there. Most people reacted with indifference or, sometimes, annoyance. It was a little unusual for people to get excited about what was to be found on the path between the town and the forest; not entirely unheard of, but it still managed to tickle his mind a bit every time it happened. Of course, for all he knew, they could be thinking of something completely different. Really, it would make more sense that way, their train of thought taking them to something more exhilarating and worth such an expression. He wasn't a mind reader, though; on the opposite end of the spectrum, maybe people just found boring Pokemon to be really, really exciting. Personally, he thought they were all pretty much a waste of time. The only one he, himself could take slight interest in would be the Pidgey, guessing as he was bound by a strict flying-type only policy – save for Flaum, but Eevee didn't come along very often those days, much less shiny ones – but even then, their second stage could be found in the wild elsewhere and at much higher levels. Of course, his blatant dismissal for weak Pokemon was just another mess up as a professor to tack onto the list. Would the disappointments to his aunt ever cease?
Well, the disappointments to his refrigerator certainly weren't letting up any time soon. He said nothing as the two walked over to the machine, Saimon opening the door and Arron offering just moments afterward, “You take the lead, man, just tell me what I need to do.” However, scarlet eyes followed to container of moldy lasagna as it was removed from it's spot on the back of a shelf. Yeah, there was not way he was eating that. “No worries, sir. The lasagna you mentioned is old... I can smell it.” Honestly, he could, too, but he could see it, anyway, so even if his sense of smell was more impaired than it was, he'd be able to figure it out on his own, anyway. “I'd throw it away if you don't like stomach problems.”
-WIP-
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