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Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jun 9, 2013 23:10:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Words 840 | Music Link | Tag Open~ | Today was a good day; the young girl had silently concluded. The sun was high overhead, casting its unrelenting rays down onto the pavement around her. The heat that radiated caused her to be slightly uncomfortable, but there was no need to worry about something she had no control of. She couldn't remove the light jacket that protected the skin on her arms from the sun, she had silently told herself. If she did, she would be subjecting herself to days (if not weeks!) of painful torture from the burn that would follow. A small, shortly-lived relief from the slight discomfort of the heat that had caused the air to stagnate was not enough for her to subject herself to that torture.
She had taken refuge in the city's library some time ago, surrounding herself with knowledge so ancient that its age was as clear as looking at the yellowing pages of which it was written on. Her supervisor for the afternoon, a mentor of hers, had taken a seat not far from the girl and was dozing quietly. For a brief moment, Naomi looked up to check on her mentor. He sat far back in his chair, slumped over without the slightest indication of class, with his arms folded and head bowed. He looked funny; she mused, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Turning back to her studies, she gently turned one of the fragile pages in the book she was hovering over. Old diagrams had begun to fade from the pages, and parts of words simply faded from the time they had sat on the paper. She glanced over to her notepad, copying the diagram and its explanation onto her own paper. Her notes were scribbled about, a large heading of 'Pokeballs' written in fancy, curly lettering.
At some point, earlier in the week, Naomi had taken interest in how the contraptions worked. She had been eager to visit the library ever since; it was the refuge of all of the city's knowledge after all! She had been positively ecstatic when she had found the book describing how the little balls worked, as well as how the mechanics inside them functioned.
Her mentor had found her studies a bore; not sharing her enthusiasm over the subject, which was probably part of the reason why he had decided to take a nap. 'Young ladies shouldn't look into such things!' he had exclaimed when she had explained to him why she wanted to visit the city earlier that day. 'Honestly; what would your mother think of such adventurous ambitions?' he had chided. But the girl had set her mind on something, and the mentor knew better than anyone that any attempts to deter her curiosity would be in vain. After some prodding, he had given in and agreed to take her to the heart of the city.
Even after her terrible incident that had left both her brother and her ill, she still felt overjoyed when they made it to the city's heart. People were always busy; so entranced with their own lives that they seemed to block everything else out. She could see people of all ages bustling about, their voices creating a low hum that filled the background of her thoughts. She loved all of it, from the people to the sounds of the city square. It was part of the reason why she loved to visit the area so much.
With a finishing stroke of her pencil, Naomi sat back to study her handiwork. Looking from the diagram in the book before her, and directly comparing it to her own sketch, it took only a moment before her smile faded into a very well-defined frown. An artist she was not, it seemed. Though she could still make out what was what, the diagram and her doodle were far from similar. Disappointment crashed around her as she sat back in her chair, pulling her notebook into her arms. She continued to stare at it and its flaws, critiquing every line out of place or malformed. She picked at the corner of the page, her lower lip trembling with the beginnings of a pout.
She sat there for a moment like that; simply staring at her drawing with a mixture of sadness and irritation written across her face. She had wanted to be able to show her brother her wonderful findings, to show him what sort of things she had achieved... but this was no good! How could she show him when she couldn't even draw the diagram properly? How could he understand her if her art looked like a jumbled mess of deformed squiggly lines?
Sitting upright suddenly, Naomi grabbed her eraser and started to furiously drag it back and forth across the replica diagram. When the pencil marks disappeared to her satisfaction, she again grabbed her pencil. With a light of determination in her eyes, she attempted to copy the diagram once more, being critical of every line she made while doing so. | | Created and coded by Ghostil. Bio |
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Post by Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon on Jun 11, 2013 10:18:06 GMT -5
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #a6e7ff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #008b8b; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Fuzzlefluff |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i1157.photobucket.com/albums/p587/YamiKuroya/Ghost-1.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask [style=width: 370px; margin-left: 10px;]Mercutio knew that he should have been at work or infiltrating some new ring. Instead he was padding through the library, his Swablu perched on his shoulder quietly. If he hadn't been friends with one of the librarians, she likely would have been forced to stay in her Pokeball, but since he was here often to talk to the others, they had relented, acknowledging that all of his Pokemon - with the sole exception of Banquo, who he wouldn't let out of his Pokeball in the library anyway - were quiet enough to be out provided it was only one and they remained in his arms, lap, or on his shoulder. Fuzzlefluff was quite a quiet individual anyway, gentle and intelligent, and when he had told her that she needed to be on her absolute best behavior for the library, she had chirped a quiet agreement and settled on his shoulder, content to wait for him to finish whatever he was doing. He knew it was rather unseasonably hot today, and that left the poor Glaceon Gijinka feeling a little overheated and seeking shelter from the sweltering sun inside, but at the very least, he wasn't alone. He had Fuzzlefluff for company, and besides, he was a bit more used to the heat than perhaps some of the other Ice-type Gijinka in these parts. He had two Fire-type Pokemon, a Growlithe and a Vulpix, and even if Yorick was content to sleep the day away for the most part, Banquo certainly was not, the little shiny Pokemon bouncing around and causing trouble, which meant that the poor Glaceon Gijinka had to fight to make sure that he wasn't causing trouble for anyone else.
Thankfully, though, Banquo was only one of his four, and the others were all quite well behaved. He reached up to stroke the head of his Swablu quietly as he padded through the shelves, having come here not for work but for pleasure. After all, the young agent was a bookworm in his spare time, often enjoying being able to climb into bed at night and read a chapter or two of some story where the knights were always kind and just, rescuing beautiful damsels from vicious dragons. Stories were always straight-forward and easy. One person was good, the other was bad, there was no real middle ground. And it wasn't as if he disliked the middle ground, far from it, he loved a good twist ending as much as anyone else, and some of his favorite villains had just reasons for their actions, but the point was that those stories resonated a little too loudly with him. He was a good man, but he had caused the death of his best friend. As it always did when his thoughts turned towards his old friend, his hand faltered in where it was tracing over the stories, fingers quivering lightly from being left to just hang there. He rarely ever had a perfectly smooth hand anymore, but then again, he always was afraid of making a mistake. Shaking his head - he couldn't change the past now and what good would it do to sit around wishing that he could? - he turned back to skimming through the reference section, looking for one of his old favorites. It had been a while since he had read The Iliad, but that didn't mean that he liked it any less. Stories from long ago had a certain flair to them, especially epics like that. Frowning to himself as he searched through the shelves once again, his attention was distracted when he heard the sound of rubber tugging at a paper, and he turned about curiously, looking around until he spotted a girl intently bent over a table, no doubt the source from the furious erasing she was doing.
For a moment, he wondered what it was she was up to. He took a couple of steps towards her before he faltered, biting his lip. She had hardly asked for company, he scolded himself, and it wasn't as if he knew her, so it would be rather rude for him to go over and ask what she was doing. On his shoulder, he could feel Fuzzlefluff ruffling her cloud-like feathers, wondering what he was going to do, but it wasn't as if he knew the answer to that himself. What was he going to do?
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Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jun 12, 2013 3:24:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Words 700 | Music Link | Tag 'Ghost' Pendragon | The young girl did not notice that she had gained an audience, albeit one that kept his distance, at first. Her entire focus was captivated by the goal to accomplish something, to complete something that would earn a smile from her brother. She looked up to him like a role model; and he had been stressed with the rigorous lessons their parents had put him through recently. She hadn't seen a smile from him in days... and that was the main reason she had travelled to the library that day. He liked learning about things, she had concluded. She would show him what she had learned, then! A childish ambition it was, but it was enough to warrant her entire focus on the simple thing sitting in front of her. She couldn't look away, couldn't put the pencil down until she was completely satisfied with her handiwork. It was the most important thing in the world to her at that point, so it would make sen- Naomi blinked, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind breaking her concentration. She lifted her pencil off the page, turning her head to look up at her mentor. He was still soundly asleep at the far end of the table, his only movement the steady rise and fall of his chest. She blinked in response to the fact that he was asleep, about to turn back to her project, when she turned her attention momentarily to her surroundings. Sweeping her gaze along the rows of bookshelves, she froze when her eyes landed on a stranger. He was odd, what with his blue hair. He had a Pokemon, a Swablu she believed, perched on his shoulder. Her eyes locked on the Pokemon for a moment; a slight look of puzzlement crossing her face. Surely Pokemon were not allowed out of the confines of their Pokeballs in such an establishment! But the distressing thought faded as quickly as it had entered her mind, and, turning her eyes back to the stranger, she offered him a small, warm smile before giving him a questioning gaze. Did the stranger need something? He was looking at her, so surely he had some sort of a request. Maybe he was just one of those strange people who just... stared at others, she mused. Perhaps she should awaken her mentor from his slumber, if that were the case... Should she feel threatened? No, Naomi quickly decided. He didn't look suspicious to her. Regardless to her timid nature; the girl had been brought up to have manners. It wouldn't have been very polite to hide behind her notebook and sink under the table and hide, now would it? Perhaps her brother had also aided in making her feel safe in the wonderful library, making it like a second home to her. Even as hesitant as she was to actually help the stranger, she would still offer. If he really needed anything, she would wake her mentor and get him to help the stranger. Surely he needed something, or he wouldn't be just standing there... right? Her gaze did not waver from the stranger, her face still holding the polite smile that her mother insisted that she hold in the presence of others. Without looking down, she turned the page of her notebook, scribbling the words "May I help you with something, Sir?" on the page, large enough that the man would hopefully be able to make the words out. Setting the pencil down on the table, she picked up her notebook and turned it to reveal the words to the man. It might've been hard to notice, but Naomi held her breath at that moment. Even as 'safe' as she felt in the library, it was not her first nature to be so... well, her brother was normally the outgoing one. He was the one who initiated contact with people when they had gone out when they were younger. She had attempted to follow in her brother's footsteps since she started going out to the city on her own... and well, she wasn't very good at it. Hopefully she wouldn't end up getting herself into too much trouble this time. ===notes=== I don't mind at all ^^ I apologize for this derp. I'm still trying to get in her head |: | | Created and coded by Ghostil. Bio |
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Post by Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon on Jun 12, 2013 10:12:28 GMT -5
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #a6e7ff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #008b8b; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Fuzzlefluff |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i1157.photobucket.com/albums/p587/YamiKuroya/Ghost-1.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask [style=width: 370px; margin-left: 10px;]Mercutio was still debating the pros and cons of going over to investigate the sound - on one hand, she seemed rather young, and judging by the man softly snoring a short ways away, she had hardly come here unsupervised, not to mention that it was none of his business, but on the other, he didn't really like just sitting around and doing nothing, so if he could help someone out in any way possible, he wanted to be able to; that was why he had joined Epispect in the first place, after all, to help people - when he felt the solid nip of Fuzzlefluff's beak on a small part of his ear, making the Glaceon Gijinka release a small, undignified and rather girlish yelp before he hunched his head, blushing at the outburst that had no doubt earned him more than a few dirty looks. He then reached over and stroked her head softly, smiling gently as he felt her nuzzle up into it. "That's my good girl," he murmured in a quiet voice, barely there, and she let out a soft coo, wings fluffing up adorably as she nudged her head up into his hand. His fingers massaged her head, gentle on the soft blue down, and he smiled at her. She had been his companion for a very long time, and he couldn't imagine being without her. Reassured by her gentle encouragement, he turned to talk to the girl, if only to ask if she needed help, but as soon as he turned to her, he faltered a little when he saw she was staring right into her with her large blue eyes. He swallowed hard, cheeks coloring self-consciously and ducking his head as if he was trying to make himself smaller, and then she turned the notebook around and he saw the message she'd scrawled there for him to read.
He flailed about mentally. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to respond to that? If she hadn't spoken, was she just untalkative or was she mute, or worse, deaf? All these doubts and questions swirled around in his mind, mounting higher and higher and fueling his self-doubt further and further as he bit his lip, hand pausing where it rested atop Fuzzlefluff's head. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to respond? It was all he could do not to just let out a whimper at the conundrum before he shyly padded forward, feeling more than a little sheepish about the whole thing. "I, um..... heard you erasing earlier..... and was just curious about what you were doing...... I'm sorry for bothering you." He was blushing deeply, extremely self-conscious before he happened to glance to the side and see that the book was one about Pokeballs. She was a Trainer? Certainly seemed to be so since few people aside from Trainers would take an interest in such a thing, and the thought made the Glaceon Gijinka brighten a little as he scooped the Swablu off his shoulder and into his arms, offering her to the girl. "This is my best friend, Fuzzlefluff. I know this is probably really weird and random and I should just stop now, but I saw you had a book on Pokeballs, and I figured you must like Pokemon, and a Swablu's wings are really soft, and well... most of mine are really quiet and well-behave, Fuzzlefluff especially. She wouldn't mind if you wanted to pet her." He then colored again. He really should just walk away and find some hole to crawl into so he could stop being creepy right about now. This was ridiculous. He really did suck at making conversation. In fact, it was pretty much the sheer fact that running off now would make him seem rude and be far worse than if he stayed that was the main reason that he hadn’t gone looking for some deep dark hole to crawl into where he could never bother anyone ever again, ever, and he was already mentally berating himself for creepily offering to let her pet his Pokemon out of the blue like that. Honestly, if he wasn’t careful, he would wake up her companion and get kicked out of the library for acting like a pedophile when he was really just being his usual awkward self.
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Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jun 21, 2013 1:27:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Words 632 | Music Link | Tag 'Ghost' Pendragon | The initial reaction of the stranger was worrying, causing Naomi to cast him a look of her own self-doubt, her smile faltering. Did she do something wrong? Was there something on her face that would cause embarrassment? Thoughts started to spiral down until her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes turning to her surroundings to search for the cause of the odd reaction of the man. When he spoke up, her eyes returned to him, a silent question held in them.
The question was quickly answered, and she felt her cheeks grow warm with a blush of embarrassment on her part. Her eyes dropped from him, turning to the eraser off to the side of her on top of the table. Ha-had she been that loud about erasing? Panic-filled thoughts started to race through her head, causing her to lift a hand and bite on her thumb self-consciously. Would she get in trouble by the staff of the library for being too loud? What if they never let her in the library again?
The youth had not noticed that the stranger had cast a look at her book she had been studying from, and thus was quite startled when the Pokemon was suddenly held out to her. Once again, her eyes were drawn away from her fretting and turned toward something that interrupted her thoughts.
Her eyes grew wide when the man spoke, her eyes turning to him for a moment. She slowly dropped her hand, ceasing the nervous biting of her thumb, and instead holding it to her chest as she looked from him, to the Swablu, and then back to the stranger. The look of surprise melted into a warm smile, a genuine one, as she nodded at his words. Completely oblivious to his blushing from embarrassment, she turned and held out a hand and hesitantly, softly patted the Pokemon on the head. A silent laugh was held in her eyes as she smiled at the Swablu, dropping her hand after a moment.
Naomi turned to her notebook again, picking up her pencil; she turned the page in her notebook and started writing on it again. This time she turned her attention fully to her writings, momentarily breaking contact with the stranger.
After a bit, she put down her pencil and turned the notebook to the stranger, holding it out as though it were some prized achievement or something. The smile hadn't faded, for at some point (no doubt the Swablu had a lot of sway in the matter), she had decided she liked the stranger.
"You're not a bother!" she had written, and it was almost as though someone could see the smile she wore on her face with the words. Had her brother been there, he would've commented on her 'excited' handwriting, as he always had. "I'm researching for my brother. He's a trainer, and likes learning about mechanics. I thought it'd help him, since he's too busy to come to the library.
I'm Naomi Mizuki."
Dropping the notebook, she turned the page and started to scribble more on it. Her smile faded slightly as she did so, a shadow passing over eyes for a split second, before she brightened up again and held the notebook out for the stranger to read it again.
"I'm mute. I apologize for any trouble it may cause. Your Swablu is sweet. May I ask what sort of Pokemon you have?"
The question was out of line. Had her mentor been awake; Naomi would've been scolded for being nosy, and stepping out of line. Biting her lip at the thought of being scolded, she silently started to regret the bold question, setting her notebook face-down on the table and folding her hands in her lap. Would the stranger be insulted? She silently hoped not! | | Created and coded by Ghostil. Bio |
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Post by Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon on Jun 21, 2013 16:44:05 GMT -5
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #a6e7ff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #008b8b; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Fuzzlefluff |
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He then blushed self-consciously. "S-sorry." Clearing his throat to try to get himself recentered on the topic at hand, he then gave her a soft smile. "I'm Mercutio Pendragon, but a lot of people call me Ghost because of my pale hair." He then blinked when she turned the page, waiting patiently for her to finish what she was writing. He busied himself stroking the down of his Pokemon, and then when she let him see the notebook again, everything made sense. She was mute, that was why she hadn't said a word even when he'd been talking to her and why she'd been writing everything she wanted to say to him. With a reassuring smile, he patted her head and then held out his arms to offer Fuzzlefluff for her to carry. "You're fine, I promise. I'm pretty quiet myself, so trust me, I see no problem with it." He then shrugged. "I have a Vulpix, a Nidoran, and a Growlithe, as well as Fuzzlefluff here," he informed her with a blush. "I'm not allowed to let them all out in the library, but if you want, we can go just outside the library and I can show you them. All of them are well-behaved except for Banquo, the Vulpix, and he's not too bad. He just tends to get excited when he meets new Pokemon. He's a good boy, really, he's just over-eager." He glanced over to her companion when the man let out a loud snore, and then the Glaceon Gijinka smiled. "I promise I'll even get you back in before your friend wakes up." He really did hope that Naomi didn’t turn him down, he was sure that his Pokemon would enjoy the time out of their Pokeballs and would like to meet such a sweet girl.
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Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jun 24, 2013 17:09:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Words 870 | Music Link | Tag 'Ghost' Pendragon | It was a breath of relief when Naomi realized her question had not irritated the stranger. Her smile grew slightly at his reassuring words, her eyes glittering with the simple joy of not insulting the stranger. It didn't take much to please the young child, and it was ever evident in how she reacted.
She accepted the offering of holding the Pokémon. While the stranger Mercutio spoke, she turned her attention to the small Pokémon, patting its head gently. Naomi had always loved Pokémon, and it saddened her that her parents had deemed her unfit to own any of her own. Too delicate, they had deemed her, to be able to take care of herself-how could she ever take care of something else?
Turning her eyes back to Mr. Pendragon, she nodded silently to reassure him she was still paying attention to his words. It must be nice to have friends to be with you anywhere, she mused. His proposition caught her off guard though, causing her smile to falter as a look of uncertainty replaced it. Glancing at her mentor, the young girl felt sudden doubt toward Mr. Pendragon.
Her brother had told her horror stories of people in the slums. Stories about little girls who got kidnapped and never saw their family again, or were thrown into the wilderness around the city and were forever lost and doomed to wonder. He had told her about people in the city's center with intentions to drag little girls to the slums to face such terrible fates, and the stories had installed enough fear in her heart to never even consider approaching the slums. She normally clung to whatever person was babysitting her for the day when strangers got too close to her when they were walking to and from her home, even.
But... surely Mr. Pendragon wouldn't do that? Her eyes turned to Fuzzlefluff, offering a smile to comfort... well, to reassure herself more than anything. Surely someone with such evil intent wouldn't have such sweet Pokémon! It wouldn't have made sense. Pokémon reflected their trainer's inner workings, her brother had told her. So surely she could trust Mr. Pendragon, right?
Turning to face the man once more, she offered another smile and nodded. Pausing, she turned to set the Pokémon in her lap, patting her head lightly before picking up her pen again.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pendragon." she wrote, quickened writing proving to result in slightly sloppy handwriting. She ignored it though, continuing to answer the man before she followed him outside.
"My brother is a trainer, but he's been very busy with business lately. He wouldn't have time to read the book, I'm afraid." Naomi paused in her writing, biting her lip nervously. Should she question what he meant by 'changed'? It would be very bold, she decided quickly, choosing to skip the question to move on to the last thing she had to write. "I wouldn't mind at all!" she finished, setting the pen down and turning the notebook so he could read it.
Casting any doubts away, she blindly placed her trust in the stranger, and stood up from the table then, careful to not to stir the Pokémon she gathered in her arms too much. For the first time since she had encountered the stranger, this was possibly the first time she showed any true signs of her proper background. As subtle as it was, Naomi could've balanced a book on her head while she stood up. This was also the first time she had really noticed how much taller the Gijinka was compared to her.
The first dilemma popped up then, as she stared at the notebook on the table, and then at the Swablu in her hands. Biting her lip as she looked from one to the other, she realized she couldn't decide on how to carry both the adorable Pokémon and her notebook at the same time. She couldn't just leave the notebook behind! It was her lifeline to the outside world, and she highly doubted that Mr. Pendragon knew Sign or could read lips well enough to understand her, like her brother could. But how could she give Fuzzlefluff back?
Petting the Pokémon gently, she turned her eyes to Mr. Pendragon in a silent plea for help. Turning her eyes back to the notebook, almost in that same exact moment, an idea struck her.
Eyes widening slightly in a triumphant look, she glanced down at the Swablu as she carefully moved it to rest in one of her arms, treating it like some sort of fragile ornament that should could break if she were to drop it (never mind the face that the Swablu could've easily flown if she had lost grip of it). Grabbing the pen, she slid it into the spine of the notebook, which she then picked up and put under her arm with a little hassle before she could again hold onto the little Pokémon with two hands again; fully reassured she wasn't going to drop her.
Giving Mr. Pendragon a smile of a small victory, she nodded toward the direction of the door, silently asking him to lead the way to the outdoors. | | Created and coded by Ghostil. Bio |
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Post by Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon on Jun 25, 2013 21:27:27 GMT -5
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #a6e7ff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #008b8b; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Fuzzlefluff |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i1157.photobucket.com/albums/p587/YamiKuroya/Ghost-1.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask [style=width: 370px; margin-left: 10px;]Fuzzlefluff certainly seemed comfortable enough in Naomi's arms, the small Normal-type fluffing out her soft pillowy feathers and making herself quite at home in the girl's arms. The Swablu was quite content to remain there, and when she sensed the slight tension running through the body of the human that held her, she looked to the side and gently nuzzled her beak reassuringly against her arm. She knew that Ghost wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, especially someone like the girl who was holding her. Naomi was sweet and innocent, and even if she was illegal, the young Pendragon wouldn't have felt comfortable with taking her and turning her in anyway. She chirped softly when the girl offered her a smile, the small Swablu fluffing her feathers out and settling comfortably in the girl's lap as the younger wrote. Mercutio, meanwhile, waited patiently for her to finish writing, willing to give her all the time she needed to finish up what she wanted to say before she turned the notebook around for him to read. "As it is you, Naomi. And please, call me Ghost or Mercutio. Mister Pendragon is my father... was my father." He then smiled softly, shaking off the small pang of grief that came from the reminder of his dad, who he had known only from pictures and stories that Malcolm had told him. "All right then," he stated with a smile, offering a hand to try to help her. She didn't notice it, which made him blush a little as he dropped it. "Sorry. Fuzzlefluff would've leapt up onto your head if you asked her to."
The small Swablu chirped softly in agreement even if she did settle contently in the other's arms. Mercutio smiled softly and led the pair outside, coming to a stop only a short way away from the building so that she could be sure that he wasn't going to do anything suspicious with her. Instead, he rummaged around in the pockets of his long white labcoat, looking for an age before the sound of a releasing Pokeball hit the air, and a small flash of white light leapt from his pocket and down onto the ground, revealing a small purple Nidoran that blinked in surprise, looking around for a threat. At first he bristled, poison barbs starting to come out in a warning, but Mercutio beat him to it. "Romeo, no! Naomi is a friend." The Nidoran looked at his Trainer for a long moment before nodding and relaxing. sitting down while his Trainer pulled out the other two Pokeballs and tossed them in the air, their inhabitants coming out in another flash of bright light. Yorick, as might be predicted from the rather lazy Growlithe, was yawning and blinking his eyes from where he was sprawled across the ground, while Banquo was wagging all of his little oddly-colored tails, the Vulpix quickly darting over to Naomi to paw at her in search of attention. "Banquo, knock it off," the Glaceon Gijinka scolded, scooping the yellow Fire-type Pokemon up into his arms. "I'm really sorry about him. Like I said, he's really excitable. He'll be okay once he calms down. I think."
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Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jul 16, 2013 18:56:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | Words 1,046 | Music Link | Tag 'Ghost' Pendragon | Naomi did not miss the sadness that came across his eyes at the mention of his father, and though it surprised her, she did not understand the emotion. Confused as it made her, wondering what it was like to feel such an emotion for someone; she had never lost someone, not through death nor through a simple conflict. She had no idea what it was like to have sadness over someone.
Still, she did not question the man. Though her cheeks did redden at the mention of an easy solution to her dilemma, and an embarrassed smile flashed across her features as she quickly nodded. It would've been easier, yes, but she didn't want to create a hassle for the Pokémon. She glanced down at the Swablu, smiling a more relaxed smile as she chirped.
So she followed Mercutio out of the library, idly thinking of how odd it was to call someone by their first name... well, someone who wasn't her brother. The moment the bright light hit her eyes, she hesitated and her thoughts were interrupted. Squinting against the brightness that was the outside, Naomi became suddenly aware that she had left her hat inside. She couldn't bother Mercutio to wait on her more, though. It would be improper and rude! As if her mother wouldn't be furious enough knowing she had strayed from her mentor, it would be much worse if she knew Naomi had been rude to someone in public and disgraced the family name. Naomi was lucky as it was to be able to leave to visit the library every now and again.
So she followed the Gijinka without further hesitation, ignoring the feeling of the sunlight on her face that would surely result in a serious burn later. Would he notice how pale she was? The anxiety of the idea caused her to look down at Fuzzlefluff once more, silently asking the Pokémon the question. She didn't want to explain herself. She didn't want to explain how her careless sense of fun had resulted in both her brother and her being so ill. Biting her lip, she almost didn't notice that Mercutio had stopped.
Stumbling slightly at the 'sudden' halt, she looked at him with a puzzling gaze as he started to dig into his coat. She had only just realized that he adorned a lab coat. How odd, she thought. Shaking off the sudden revelation, she watched as a Pokéball was pulled from one of his seemingly endless pockets. The flash that dimmed to reveal the Pokémon from inside the ball caused some interest to stir in the back of her mind, a small smile shaking away any fretting she had held prior.
That all vanished when the Pokémon turned to her and bristled, and Naomi took a step back, away from the Pokémon as a look of fear crossed her face. She held Fuzzlefluff closer, if only for some sort of reassuring measure, before the trainer stated she was a friend to the Pokémon. The moments where the threatening Pokémon stared at Mercutio were agonizing, and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
What would she do if he attacked? She was a Gijinka, even if she despised the thought of being so. She knew that she should be able to fight back but... All she could do was take another step back, and fight the urge to run back into the safety of the library. Surely Mercutio wouldn't let her get harmed, she told herself. He was a nice person; he wouldn't put her in harm's way.
With some gathered courage, she tore her gaze away from the frightful Pokémon, turning her eyes to look at the man for a moment. When she turned back to look at the Nidoran, he had relaxed his stance and sat down, which allowed her to calm as well. With a silent sigh of relief, she shifted Fuzzlefluff in her arms so she could pet the top of her head, giving Mercutio a small, albeit a bit nervous, smile.
When the other two Pokémon appeared from their confines of the Pokéball, it would've been an understatement to say she was nervous. Biting her lower lip, she turned her eyes to the Growlithe first. He... was certainly not like his companion in the sight of first hostility. In fact, as Naomi gave him a cautious look, he seemed to be rather content just sprawled out on the ground in such a fashion. A small smile formed on her face at the sight, finding humor in how improper the action was. Had he done that in her house, her parents would've scolded the poor thing for being so... well, lazy.
Her attention was quickly drawn to the Vulpix that darted her way, her smile growing as she silently chuckled at the excited Pokémon. Had she not already had Fuzzlefluff in her arms, she would've knelt down to pet the energetic Vulpix.
As Mercutio picked up Banquo, Naomi gave him a smile that seemed to wash away all her previous fear. After a moment, she looked down at the Swablu, lifting her up so she could jump on the girl's head. It was awkward, to think about having a Pokémon sit on her head, but she needed to be able to write.
The moment her hands were free, she took her notebook out from under her arm. "It's alright!" She wrote, her grin fading into a content smile as she focused on keeping her head still so not to make the Swablu fall and writing at the same time. "Your Pokémon are all lovely. How did you come by all of them? What are all of their names again? Why is that one so oddly colored?" Naomi paused in her rampage of questions as she ran out of room on the page, the sudden doubt of if Mercutio was alright with her asking a bunch of questions rising up. She bit her lip for a moment, then turned the notebook around so he could read what she had written, silently apologizing for the amount of questions.
In truth, she had many more. It would've been rude to ask them all, though. At least, rude to ask them all at once. | | Created and coded by Ghostil. Bio |
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Post by Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon on Jul 25, 2013 17:08:04 GMT -5
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #a6e7ff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #008b8b; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin-bottom: -10px]Fuzzlefluff |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i1157.photobucket.com/albums/p587/YamiKuroya/Ghost-1.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask [style=width: 370px; margin-left: 10px;]Mercutio hadn't gone very far from the library, wanting to make sure that she could find some shade if she needed to so that she wouldn't burn. He knew that with his own extremely pale complexion, combined with the fact that he was an ice-type Gijinka, the likelihood that his time spent out in the sun would turn into a sunburn was extremely high, but he didn't particularly care, not when he was able to share his Pokemon with Naomi. Fuzzlefluff nuzzled the girl's arms in gentle reassurance that yes, her Trainer had noticed how pale she was, and that was why he'd tried to find a shadier spot for her to meet his other Pokemon in, all so that she wouldn't have to stand out in the sun. Of course, when Romeo began bristling up, she let out a soft coo and fluffed up her fluffy feathers defensively, ready to fight to protect her new friend, even if she knew that the Glaceon Gijinka would dive down and scoop up the little Poison-type, poison barbs out or not, all so that he could protect someone else. Thankfully, however, Romeo didn't attack and was content enough to settle himself down at the Glaceon Gijinka's word. Fuzzlefluff let out a soft coo at the attention she was getting, feathers ruffling happily as she watched Yorick roll back over and fall asleep again, as per usual where the Growlithe was concerned.
Banquo let out a loud whine as he felt arms close around his stomach when he was busy pawing at the girl, but he only wriggled for a few moments before slumping in defeat, giving up on being able to solicit attention from her. Fuzzlefluff would have felt sorry for him except that he was quite well loved and was merely being greedy now in trying to get attention. She let out a soft chirp when she was lifted up towards Naomi's head, but it didn't take the Normal-type long to figure out what was requested of her, and she immediately jumped up on top of the soft pink hair, perching delicately and resisting the urge to just make a nest out of her hair because although her Trainer would laugh when she'd do it to him, she didn't want to put Naomi off by messing up her hair. She was quiet, unlike Banquo, who was squirming around in Mercutio's arms as he kept the oddly-colored Vulpix occupied with waggling his fingers in front of the little fire fox's muzzle, waiting for her to finish writing while keeping the Fire-type too busy to try to burn the paper in an attempt to attract attention. When the girl turned the paper around again, he looked up and read it before smiling at her. "Thank you, they're some of my best friends, Fuzzlefluff especially." He then laughed softly at the expression in her eyes, not minding the questions at all. "This one here in my arms is Banquo, Fuzzlefluff is up on your head, Yorick's the Growlithe who's no doubt fallen asleep again on the street, and then Romeo is the grumpy Nidoran male." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry about him puffing up too. He's just really protective of us." He then bit his lip and shrugged. "I don't know why Banquo's yellow. I mean... I think he looks gorgeous like this, don't get me wrong, but I've never seen him that usual red Vulpixes are. I think he was born with it, just one of those different colorations of Pokemon that I've read about."
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