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Post by pasha on Mar 5, 2012 21:52:29 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart Oddly enough, and by some form of cosmic irony, the one injury Mikhail didn’t inquire about, Pasha was under no obligation to keep under wraps. Of course, it didn’t mean he would go announcing it and he certainly wouldn’t explain to any inquiring mind, but his hip hadn’t been mission based… which was either highly embarrassing on its own right, or just plain bad luck. It was being rather bad today, he took note. Of all days it could’ve acted up, it had to be the day where he ran into his deceased best friend’s little brother. Pasha thumbed through a few books before picking up one of the more delicate restored ones. Sepia sketches of early, old-world tanks lined the first few pages, along with notes in what was probably Italian… but like they did much during the second world war anyway. Various prototype designs for artillery and shells that probably never made it past the drawing board; the crushed hopes and dreams of designers and scientists, without a doubt. In many ways, a good book was one of the few things Pasha could get lost in… But not any book; specifically old ones on military history. He barely heard what Mikhail was saying as he leafed through the tattered copy, searching for specifics and sometimes finding them, but only sometimes. Some of these would’ve been revolutionary in their time, but looking back in retrospect, Pasha could easily point out the flaws and advantages of each. They were all as familiar as the back of his own hand. ”Ah… This?” And as if on a cue, the egg that had been completely and utterly still for the past few months gave a little wiggle. Pasha only tilted his head curiously, but made no other outward move to acknowledge the fact that the thing moved. ”I’m not sure, exactly. It was a gift, though I’m not exactly partial to it.” Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
Egg Hatch Count (Vulpix): 8/10
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Post by ress2 on Mar 6, 2012 17:18:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Pasha was distracted, buried in the book he had so carefully taken from the shelf, and Mikhail liked that. He enjoyed getting lost in a book, losing ones self completely. He loved that feeling of glancing up and realizing he'd been reading for hours, and the day had creeped along without him. Some people hated it, and Mikhail reveled in it. He didn't mind that Pasha didn't seem to be listening, because, in all fairness, what he was talking about was not particularly interesting. Few people cared about the intricacies involved in caring for books that were so old.
Instead, he took the time to observe Pasha. The limp, yes. More then that, though. Perhaps a few more scars, or at least his scars had become more obvious to Mikhail. The last time he'd seen the man, most of the wounds hadn't had time to scar yet, had been bandages and marks, but not true scars. Pasha was rugged, now, marked forever.
The idea of someone giving Pasha of all people an egg... well, what were they expecting? Pasha had never seemed to be one for raising pokemon, and who knew what was in that egg? Something brown, Mikhail supposed. Mikhail had always assumed that if Pasha was going to take up training, he'd be going for dangerous things - Sharpedo and Aggron. Maybe a dragon or two.
"I suppose you'll find out, won't you?" He commented, shifting the egg under his arm. Despite the movement of Pasha's, his own egg had made none at all. It was technically dead, after all.
(Ghastly egg: 9/10)
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Post by pasha on Mar 6, 2012 20:29:49 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart Flipping deeper into the book, Pasha’s pale eyes wandered over the various parts of machinery that composed a tank or a tank destroyer, artillery and shells, planes and their landing strips… He wasn’t sure what this book was on, specifically, but he supposed it was on historical weapons of a rather early era. It was a fascination nonetheless, and thumbing through the last few pages, finally began to pay attention to the real world again. ”Soon, I hope. I’ve been carrying this egg around for the past few months, and it’s earned me enough stares.” His looks itself didn’t lend much obscurity, and people quickly learned to not mistake him for any common face in the neighbourhood. It was the combination of height and the fact that his face was crisscrossed and webbed with cobwebs of scars. As if, once again, on cue, the egg wiggled in his arm. A little harder this time, and Pasha gingerly lay the book down on a nearby table to actually take the egg in both hands before it fell over and cracked open. He gave a brief nod towards the dark purple sphere Mikhail had in his own arms. ”And how about that one?”
[/color] Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me [/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] Egg Hatch Count (Vulpix): 9/10
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Post by ress2 on Mar 6, 2012 21:52:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Stares? Who would be stupid enough to stare at Pasha? He was an intimidating sight even when happy (not that the man was ever actually happy), but the idea of inviting his wrath seemed downright suicidal. Pasha was one of those people who were best avoided unless you had some sort of 'in' with him, as Mikhail did. From what he knew, Pasha seemed to consider everyone and enemy and a threat until proven otherwise. Mikhail was thankfully exempt from that, it seemed, through his relation with Yulian.
He watched the egg squirm, and eyed the book that Pasha had put down, his instincts telling him to re-shelve it. But no - when the egg settled down, Pasha would probably want to finish it. If not, and he moved to leave, he could always re-shelve it then. He knew where it went, after all.
At mention of the egg, Mikhail pulled his own egg out from under his arm, holding it up as Pasha had. "Ghastly. I had someone breed it for me. We had an... unfortunate break-in a few weeks ago, and I've been trying to prepare myself in case it happens again."
(Ghastly egg: 10/10)
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Post by renegade on Mar 6, 2012 22:40:13 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart In some ways, Pasha acknowledged that things had changed since he was younger… His boss would’ve said he turned from a deadly calm soldier to just deadly, which shifted from being excellent to horrible depending on the situation. As of late, with little to do with actual field work, he supposed he’d been getting… fidgety, only without showing it. He felt it in his head; how he needed to keep his hands occupied. He’d taken to pacing as of late, actually; something that his doctor said wasn’t good for his hip with the constant sharp turns, but he paid no mind. One thing Pasha admittedly was rather clueless about was Pokemon. The most ‘successful’ Pokemon he’d ever raised was a grouchy old Beartric and an equally grouchy but slightly more energetic Mightyena; a wolf and a bear. Figures. ”…A Ghastly defending the library?” If memory served correctly, Ghastly were little more than mischievous balls of gas. He didn’t know how those things were supposed to ward off break ins, but he supposed that Mikhail knew much more about these things than he did. Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
Egg Hatch Count (Vulpix): 10/10
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Post by ★ Ryuujin ! on Mar 7, 2012 0:40:28 GMT -5
Congratulations! Your egg hatched! [/style] shiny vulpix || male || flash fire || Fire || level 01 ember Congratulations! Your egg hatched! [/style] gastly || male || levitate || ghost/poison || level 01 hypnosis || lick
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Post by ress2 on Mar 8, 2012 14:46:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] At the very least, Mikhail could use the opening Pasha had provided him to make himself look... well, not quite so civilian. "It's just a single part of my team. The ghastly serves as an excellent scout due to it's small size and dark coloring." He began, giving a little nod.
"I also have a golett, which serves as manual labor, and then a litwick and sableye to provide actual firepower." Yes, a litwick - just like he was. A shiny litwick no less. It was, in many ways, his little pokemon twin, and he doted on Irving more then his other pokemon.
It was then that his egg moved for the first time - a single wobble, and then a crack. The egg had split right down the middle, and Mikhail carefully separated the two halves. There was a ghastly, all right, no more then an inch across. Downright tiny. If what he had read was correct, it's size would increase until it got to a normal size as he fed off Mikhail's emotions. With a piece of egg in each hand, he watched the little thing float around, clearly unsure of where it was, or what was going on. Freshly born, after all.
"Should we head to dinner?"
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Post by pasha on Mar 9, 2012 0:41:44 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart Mikhail surely took the opportunity to prove himself much better than Pasha was at Pokemon, but at this point, the older man couldn’t quite blame him. Pasha wasn’t claiming that he knew a thing about these creatures; heck, he barely knew a thing about his Metagross DNA other than that it gave him unbreakable bones and crazy powers that he barely used. He figured that the Beartric and the Mightyena were flukes and powerful out of sheer luck. He really would’ve paid more attention to Mikhail’s egg hatching… if his own didn’t start wobbling around in his own hands soon after. When it came to eggs and babies and small things that needed caring for, he was honestly clueless. Heck, he was surprised Magnus had turned out as well as he did before disappearing one day. Aside from that mishap, he’d been perfectly adjusted, as far as Pasha was concerned. This time around, his egg didn’t stop wiggling. In fact, small flecks of it began to shed like chipping paint. Something definitely not brown began to show itself underneath; whatever it was looked almost golden in colouration. A couple of seconds later, a curled tail emerged… then two, followed by several more until the egg shell fell away completely. It was one of the most oddly coloured Vulpix he’d ever seen. On top of it all, Pasha must’ve looked ridiculous, clutching a furry, golden fox that squirmed in his hands. Mikhail didn’t seem phased by the hatching at all, but the older Russian sure as hell was. Mikhail seemed nearly nonchalant about the whole ordeal, actually asking if they should go to dinner now. ”Oh, um… Yes?” A small pause as he tried to readjust the extremely squirmy fox in his hands. ”Yes. Dinner sounds fine.” Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
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Post by ress2 on Mar 11, 2012 10:53:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] There was absolutely no doubt about it - Pasha looked ridiculous. Mikhail had kept his cool through his own hatching, and now he was done - that was that. Not Pasha, though. Pasha looked like he'd just been slapped with a dead fish. The sheer sight of the extremely tall and intimidating Russian with what appeared to be a shiny vulpix in his arms was enough to make Mikhail grin widely, terribly amused. Shinies held a certain interest to Mikhail, mostly because he himself was one. He eyed the vulpix with the grin still on his face, trying not to laugh as the fox squirmed as Pasha tried to answer him.
"Do you need an empty pokeball? I suppose I should congratulate you on a shiny. They're rather rare, after all." His little ghastly seemed vaguely curious of the whole deal, floating over to the tiny squirming fox to stare.
Content with his answer, Mikhail headed towards the front of the library, discarding the shell bits into the waste basket. He was off now anyway, and with his ghastly lingering behind him, he was more then happy to head to dinner - a nice italian place.
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Post by pasha on Mar 11, 2012 18:07:05 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart At this point, Pasha didn’t quite care too much that Mikhail was getting a dose of amusement at his expense. At the moment, he was just much more concerned about the wiggling fox in his hands, who seemed to come out of the shell full of energy. The man grimaced a little when he was told that it was a shiny. So far on his team, everybody seemed to be somewhat strange. It wasn’t that he minded it as a whole, but those kinds of things attracted attention, and he certainly didn’t need any more of that. ”Oh, no, I’m fine.” He had an empty Pokeball… he just needed to get to it while holding a squirming Vulpix. The shiny creature itself already had that look on his face; the one that counted for nothing but mischief, and he wasn’t looking forward to this at all. Instead, deciding to search for it a bit later, Pasha tucked the golden coloured Pokemon under his arm as if it were a football or a book and followed Mikhail to the front. As they neared the front of the library, the lighting certainly got better. It smelled less of dust and old things, and more of outside and fresh air. He had no idea where this place was, and so simply walked a few strides behind Mikhail. Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
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Post by ress2 on Mar 12, 2012 21:13:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] The restaurant wasn't far away, and in retrospect, it was almost tailor-made for Pasha. It was well off the beaten path, quiet and not particularly busy (no doubt in part because of the relatively odd hour). It was also relatively discrete, and they were both shown to a little both with a minimal amount of waiting. Much of what Pasha looked for in a restaurant, Mikhail looked for as well. Order. Tidiness. Good food - well, that was secondary for Mikhail. He'd rather have a quiet mediocre meal then a loud good one.
Taking a seat he flipped the menu open, giving it only the briefest of glances. "The food here is quite nice. I'd avoid the steak, they always manage to burn it, but their chicken and other meals are good." He commented in a rather offhand manner, the ghastly floating over his shoulder.
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Post by pasha on Mar 13, 2012 11:37:32 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart If carrying that frilly looking egg around for a few months in public had been a hassle, the Vulpix itself was even worse. He absolutely kicked and squirmed under his arm and he swore he got jabbed in the ribs quite a few times by the thing’s flailing paws. By the time he got to the restaurant behind Mikhail, he could’ve sworn he had a paw-shaped bruise and the Vulpix had a broken ankle from trying to kick through his rib. The waiter gave him a slightly funny look when he lead them to their booth, but left them alone with the menus afterwards. Finally, Pasha dumped the squirming creature onto the seat beside him… where it proceeded to sit perfectly quiet. He sighed and moved on, deciding to do with it later. As a rule, Pasha never really ate out, even if he had more money now than he used to. He glanced briefly through the menu, rather passive about the whole ordeal, taking note to avoid the steak as Mikhail said. When the waiter came back, he offhandedly ordered some pasta dish he couldn’t quite pronounce the name of and turned his attention to his companion for the evening. In a better lit area, Mikhail wasn’t as sickly looking as he thought he was… though it was still pretty bad. Of course, as far as his knowledge went, he’d been alright for a while. Something struck him in the back of his mind; that maybe Mikhail reminded him a bit too much of Yulian, despite having little to no physical similarity. Of course, blunt as he usually was, Pasha voiced that opinion. ”You remind me a lot of your older brother, you know.”Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
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Post by ress2 on Mar 14, 2012 21:57:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Mikhail considered his options carefully, before deciding for some nice chicken meal. It was generic and boring, but he'd had it before, and it wasn't so bad. It was fairly nice, really, good food that was a good distraction from everything else. A distraction from the fact that he was having dinner with his first crush, the man who'd worked with his brother, who'd been there when his brother had died. Probably the last person to see Yulian alive. It was a harsh thing, but the truth. He'd have been the last to see him at all. Mikhail hadn't. Closed casket, nothing but a mess to bury.
Mikhail didn't like thinking about the mess his brother was now.
Even so, it wasn't something that could be avoided, and he flinched slightly as Pasha mentioned Yulian's name. "I suppose I do." The resemblance wasn't in the face. It was in how they moved, how they acted. If Mikhail had been a bit less ill, he might have very well been right there in the service with Yulian.
"I'm sorry. It's probably not a pleasant thing, being reminded of him." It wasn't for anyone, but he liked Pasha anyway - even if seeing him was pouring salt in the wound that wasn't ever going to go away.
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Post by pasha on Mar 14, 2012 22:18:46 GMT -5
It’s too late to come back now I’ve closed the doors to my heart Pasha didn’t like to linger on Yulian for long periods of time. Sure, the first few memories he touched up on were alright… but then as he allowed them to drag on, they changed into something else entirely. The funeral itself had been closed casket… but Pasha doubted the body was even in the coffin. The body had been such an entire mess, he found it hard to even think about picking it up in one piece. Yes, he sort of thought of the body as an it, because Yulian himself had long disappeared. But when he had seen him, because he was almost forced to by any means… it hadn’t been the prettiest thing. In fact, it was the closest he’d ever come to simply leaving at the sight of a body. It wasn’t because it was so terrible, because unfortunately he’d seen worse, but the fact that it was his best friend, and the fact that he’d have to face his family later as if nothing was wrong… now that was what got him. It was the first time, and the last time, he’d flinched at a body. It was probably why he was so softened towards Mikhail himself. He did keep a few other friends in high school, and then through military college, and quite a few of those friends had siblings. Of course, those friends were never as close as Mikhail’s older brother, but it was a point of pity or compassion. Perhaps both. ”It’s not a problem.” But it was and it would forever be. Nothing could be helped though, and he’d be damned if he was so moved by emotional attachments that it would affect his duties. ”I didn’t keep many attachments after… that. Seeing you is a nice reminder.” Well, as nice as it would get, anyway. Reminders for Pasha were never of the pleasant variety. Now that you’ve pushed me away, I find it so hard to believe And find it so hard to be me
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