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Post by Zernebog Romanov on Oct 29, 2013 1:19:44 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 322 }{ short notes: bzzzt }
Some habits were hard to break. A few of them even turn into vices that take years and years of therapy to get rid of. Constantly going off on journeys was one of those vices, as many a trainer can tell you.
For Zernebog though, that wasn’t his biggest vice. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone else anytime soon but he had something major in common with the various professors of the different regions. So what was that vice exactly? Seeking knowledge. His mind was always hungry for mysteries and new things to learn, dissect, and understand. It was a thirst that he’d tried to satisfy, but found that he couldn’t no matter how much he’d learned. In fact, his hunger for new things only intensified as he learned more and more about this world and its past and present.
That was why he had taken to archaeology like fish to water- it combined both of his biggest vices in the best way possible. After all, what person could resist the allure of mysteries and adventure that wasn’t a complete boring homebody like that Gold boy he’d met a month or so ago.
Even though he loved archaeology, he also liked solving other kinds of mysteries as well. However, there were some of them that just continued to stump him no matter how much he tried to make sense of it. It made his pride ache something fierce, but he knew when to make a tactical retreat and seek out the experts on this subject.
That was why Zernebog was staring down the rusty door in front of him right now with a Wingull’s pokeball in hand. Well, the rusty door wasn’t giving him the best impression for a professor that was supposedly specialized with marine life or something like that. However, it wasn’t like he had any choice. So after a few moments, he sighed and pressed the button.
Post by Prof. Shelena Io on Oct 29, 2013 19:07:35 GMT -5
Professor Shelena Io,
Every drop in the ocean Counts
Io had just pulled herself up out of the waters of the sub room and begun to towel dry off when the sound of the labs main door filled the bubble with an annoying electrical hum.
BZZZT
She paused with her head tipped to the side diligently drying her blue mane as she crossed over to the sub-rooms opened hatch door. Like a child who escaped the bath too soon Io crossed the floor dripping wet leaving a trail over to the labs far counter top. She hit the first button signaling a click from the rusted metal monstrosity up top. Sparing a glance over at the black and white security feed she squinted, without her glasses, at the image trying to decipher who it was with little luck. "Huh, someone new." she murmured, "Hero," she said nodding her head towards the double doors in silent command for him to go meet their guest. The Haunter moving through the labs main entry out into the dark dim lit corridor and turning left towards the hatch.
Io moved over to the intercom hitting the button to speak to the occupant who stood looking about the hatch room them into the hatch room. "Name and purpose," she prompted letting go of the button to hear the feed back as she turned the intercom up to max and went back across the lab to find her glasses. The towel being tossed over her shoulder and around her neck as she gathered up her tank and flippers moving them out of the way for now and begun dragging her find into the lab before rolling it across the floor to sit up against the side of one of the several workstations.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 21:20:19 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 221 }{ short notes: bzzzt }
Name and purpose? That was easy enough. Now he only had to figure out one thing. Was he just supposed to speak in this weird speaker-like thing or was he supposed to tap the button in Morse code or something so that she could get the message? Or was this a trick question and he was actually supposed to solve a puzzle in order to get in.
Bah, this technology stuff was confusing. Why do these people have to make it so complicated and hard to understand? Well, as his Dedushka always said, when in doubt go for the simplest approach and stop over-complicating things like his mother did.
”My name is Zernebog Romanov.” Zernebog felt silly for talking to the little box like it was alive or something. ”I’m here because I have a few inquires about the behavior of a Wingull I caught in Sevii Islands.” As well as the behavior of the other Wingull I fished out of the water. He added the last part mentally because he wanted to broach that topic when he was finally face-to-face with the professor.
He waited for a few moments as he stared uneasily at the small box. If she didn’t respond in a couple of minutes, then he was going to try that Morse code method for sure.
Post by Prof. Shelena Io on Nov 6, 2013 23:11:49 GMT -5
Professor Shelena Io,
Every drop in the ocean Counts
”My name is Zernebog Romanov. I’m here because I have a few inquires about the behavior of a Wingull I caught in Sevii Islands.”
Io grunted and huffed paying half attention to what was being said as she turned the heavy stone around so she could see the other side. His name sounded foreign and the inquiry he had was drown out the moment she heard Wingull. It was probably something benign anyway, her eyes were much too preoccupied with her find. 'Okay let's see,' she mentally prompted as her hand lightly waved over the giant stone disk not touching it but looking at the engravings that were weathered and green from the seafloor. Her tongue clicked as the water dripped down from off the bottom of her suit and to the growing puddle on the floor.
Hero however moved up the tunnel when the hatch lid didn't open, unaware that the Professor had become so wrapped up in her find she forgot to give directions to come down. Instead the Haunter glided up the ladders tube and pushed up on the lid exposing his white predatory, slit eyes at first before shoving the lid out of the way and motioning for the guest to follow him down and to close the lid while he was at it. The dim ancient lights embedded into the tunnels side were few and far between, casting an ivory glow on the interior in spots the size of paper plates. Not exactly the safest of set ups by any means.
Upon reaching the bottom Hero floated in the dark corridor waiting for the guest to turn around and then proceeded to lead him down the shadowed metal hallway that wafted of sea water and disinfectant. The Pokemon moving to the right wall where two rays of light shown out and fazed through the set of double doors presenting the way into Nacre Labs. Io still remaining hunkered down staring at the large stone disk trying to make heads or tails of the inscriptions on it. It seemed like a puzzle, the Unown writing something she was familiar with from her time in Sinnoh interning with Professor Rowan but still, what was this doing clear down here in Unova? And why did it look funny? This wasn't any sort of uno-form she was familiar with.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 15, 2013 22:36:46 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 470 }{ short notes: distracted, neh? }
All Zernebog received for his response was a rather feminine grunt. He crossed his arms and stared at the intercom for an entire minute, wondering if he was going to get any other response. After that minute passed with no other response, he shrugged and figured that it wasn’t the response she wanted after all.
Well, looks like it’s time to try the Morse code. Zernebog looked completely nonchalant as he began to reach for the button again. Before he was able to press it though, the lid on the floor suddenly opened up, revealing the form of a Haunter.
Most normal people would be intimidated or be slightly disconcerted about the Haunter. Zernebog wasn’t normal in the least, so the creature didn’t make him feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Oh hey. She has a Haunter attendant. That’s pretty handy.
”Are you the guide?” Zernebog asked, only to see the Haunter gesture for him to follow and close the lid.
He shrugged and followed after it. ”Guess you are.”
Upon looking inside the lid, he saw that the entrance was a set of ladder steps. Well, easy enough. He immediately set about going down those steps, making sure to close the lid once he was inside. He made sure to be quick and careful as he put his feet down one at a time and made sure to keep a firm hold of the sides the entire time.
Once he reached the floor, he stepped off of the ladder to turn around, only for the Haunter to begin floating down a poorly-lit corridor with lights that looked like they haven’t been replaced in decades and had a smell that was the mix of a hospital, a lab, and a beach. Strange combination, but one he’d already expected.
It didn’t take them long before they reached the double doors in silence. The Haunter simply phased through the doors, leaving him to open them himself. ”Figures.” He muttered as he pushed them open slowly.
Creeeeak! Zernebog resisted the urge to cringe or even blink at the very loud sounds of the doors. He was a bit too distracted by the sight of some blue haired woman in a soaking wet skintight suit looking at some old stone disk with writing on it. Now he would never admit it out loud, but combining a woman with that body and what looked like an ancient relic was very hot. Especially for a guy like him.
However, he wasn’t here to flirt. He was here to ask some questions… even though it was so very tempting to just stare and ogle her. Besides, it was too late to appreciate- erm stare at her in an ungentleman-like manner anyway.
Post by Prof. Shelena Io on Nov 17, 2013 14:21:06 GMT -5
Professor Shelena Io,
Every drop in the ocean Counts
”Excuse me, are you the professor?”
Io's head whipped around at the sound of the voice wide eyed before sliding her hands down her thighs to her knees and pushing on them to help her stand. So wrapped up in her little discovery she didn't even hear the door creak open and now was caught unprepared for her visitor. Her fingers shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she turned around and nodded, composing herself slightly. "Welcome to Nacre Labs, I am Professor Shelena Io." Her stance was tall and her hands moved down to sit on her hips. She stood in front of the disk silently guarding the discovery as she looked him over. "Can I help you?" she prompted recalling him saying something about a Wingull.
Despite still being soaked she moved over to take her place at the end of lab table he was nearest and looked over at him. She tried to gauge his age but she could tell he had to have been, well maybe not. He was rather built and had a hard look about him. Yet there were no visible age wrinkles she could detect. Just shifting eyes that kept darting away from her own and his white hair fluffed and pulled back with a bandanna. Trainer, had to be. He didn't look like much else other than a hard ass. Still, he was rather attractive in that compacted muscle manner.
The water fell from the ends of her hair to her shoulders and slid over the slick material following the dips and swollen curves of her chest and back as she looked at his hands for the Pokeball's that held the oh so mind boggling mystery. As Pai, her Eglyem waddled over curiously staring at the large stone disk. Its head tipping and moving in clock like leans reading the inscriptions but unable to inform anyone of their meaning.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 7, 2013 22:51:12 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 221 }{ short notes: bzzzt }
Looks like there was a very pretty face to match the smoking hot body. Figures. Zernebog could almost swear that there was someone up there right now, laughing as he clamped down his desire to ogle her even harder. Jerks.
Well as the saying goes ”Out of sight, out of mind” so he had best make this as quick as possible. However, he was kinda tempted to stay a bit more just to ask about that old stone with the strange markings that nagged at his mind. There was just something about it that made his body tingle with excitement, something that was only usually reserved for great battles or possible archaeological finds. However, the feeling was dulled because she was blocking most of it, preventing him from getting a good look at those markings.
Upon hearing her question though, he snapped back into focus. ”Oh, right. Well… I had been fishing in the Sevii Islands a few weeks ago when I suddenly reeled in a Wingull from the water.” He began, adopting a bit of a puzzled expression in the process.
”Since I thought it was a one-off thing, I just let that one go. But….” He trailed off for a moment, frowning. “A few days later, I reeled in another Wingull from the water. A different one. Since I wasn’t sure if that was normal behavior or not, I decided to catch this one and have someone examine it to see if there was something wrong with the Wingull of the area or if it was just those two being weird. My contacts recommended you, so here I am.”
His eyes flickered towards the stone again for the briefest of moments, subtly narrowing when they spotted a strange pokemon staring at the stone with a cocked head. ”Well professor, do you think it’s worth your time?” He asked after a few beats of silence.
She watched his eyes sweep over her then focus past her, no doubt eyeing up her find which caused her to shift and take in a territorial stance. As they old saying went, ”Out of sight, out of mind” she only hoped that by her blocking it she could get him to focus more on what he needed from her. Which hopefully would be quick, she was itching to get back to looking that stone over.
”Oh, right. Well… I had been fishing in the Sevii Islands a few weeks ago when I suddenly reeled in a Wingull from the water.”
She gave a near blank look watching as his fell in to puzzled expression. Seriously? She felt the corners of her eyes squint up, not in contempt but in uncertainity at her guest. Was he messing with her? She eyed him over from head to toe once more wondering if he was more brawn than brain. ”Since I thought it was a one-off thing, I just let that one go. But….”
At that point she crossed her arms and shifted slightly coming to his side of the counter and leaning against it on her hip. She had a feeling this was going to be an informitive little spcheel leaving her to wonder if he was more brawn than brain. It wouldn't be the first time she encountered such a person, but he seemed to be filling the past shoes of one such meat head beautifully. “A few days later, I reeled in another Wingull from the water. A different one. Since I wasn’t sure if that was normal behavior or not, I decided to catch this one and have someone examine it to see if there was something wrong with the Wingull of the area or if it was just those two being weird. My contacts recommended you, so here I am.”
The ending statement caused her chin to lift up from the head dropped concentrative position. Contacts? Considering he was in Sevii there were three other Regions for him to stop by and visit, with their own local Professors on the subject and yet here he was standing in her lab clear down in Unova. Why were people suddenly making the effort to see her? Surely the fun facts she posted weren't garnering that much attention to cause this boost in popularity. She was curious on exactly who his contacts were.
She looked over her shoulder catching his eyes narrow to find Lalo inspecting her find. She turned back and cleared her throat prompting his eyes to look back at her and leave her finds and pokemon alone. ”Well professor, do you think it’s worth your time?”
"Well you came all the way here. It'd rather moot point and a breech of League contract to tell you no now wouldn't it?" she fired back shifting her weight to one leg as she put a hand on her hip. "You said this happened twice and that this was around the Sevii Islands. " she flicked her head to the side where 4 maps were tapped to the wall one below the other in Multi-regional display. "The middle one is wind currents shown in color given the time of year. As you can see Sevii Island is caught up in an alternating path of two currents going opposite ways." She moved over and pointed to the spot on the map about the size of her index finger wide that was marked with a hand drawn red box.
"Wingullls are lazy fliers, they choose to glide more so than actually fly, riding the wind currents around Sevii or any other costal venue." she traced her finger along the edge of Kanto and Johto. "They're also notorius for drowning." She looked back over at him. "That's why they live up on steep cliffs. To get a heads up on altitude." her blue eyes looked into his curious he was understanding where she was heading with this. "They earn their keep once they evolve however, having to use the knowledge of reading the currents to lift their full beaks back up into the air. " her hand came up making a scooping shovel motion out from her own chin. "This is area in here is known as the Dead Zone," she pointed back to the red box on the map. "It's where the wind currents cease suddenly and catch a lot of flying types off guard, Wingulls especially." Smirking blue eyes looked up over the top of her glasses at him and shined with ironic mirth. "Your swimming Wingull's you caught were drowning or unable to take flight again because there were no currents to catch. Atleast that's what I can garner from what you've told me. I'd have to see one to be certain it wasn't a disease or wound getting to them."
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Jan 8, 2014 6:47:10 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 315 }{ short notes: sorry for the lateness }
The snark made Zernebog raise an eyebrow, but he said nothing. He was here for answers, not to antagonize the person with the answers. Besides, he didn’t want to break the train of thought that he was sure was brewing in her pretty little head. He wasn’t sure if she was one of those easily-flustered introverted types that lost their line of thinking whenever someone interrupted them at the beginning or in the middle of their explanation, so he just held his tongue.
In response to her first question, he nodded as he turned his attention to four maps on the wall. Oh, good. He didn’t have to repeat himself. And he even learned something new about the Sevii Islands today. He wasn’t one to study weather patterns unless he was going on an important expedition or dig, and even then he usually just relied on weather forecasts and local guides over such things. Hm. Perhaps it was useful after all.
She then proceeded to talk about stuff he’d never cared to know about WIngulls before. Thinking about it, her explanation actually made sense. It would explain their wing structure and why he rarely ever saw one flap their wings when they weren’t fighting. He would’ve actually liked hearing about it if it weren’t for that smirking, almost mocking look on her face.
Great, another arrogant brainiac to deal with. As if the ones at home weren’t enough. Still, that probably meant that she thought of him as either an idiot or a lunkhead, which meant that his acting skills and his default look were still up to par.
”I figured you would say that.” Zernebog admitted as he pulled out a pokeball from his jacket pocket. ”Here’s the one I caught. The second one I was talking about.” He extended the hand with the pokeball and waited for her to take it.
”I figured you would say that.” Io paused lifting her chin back up to look at him through her glasses. The stare no longer one of mirth but slowly narrowing in curious contempt. Was he mocking her? She wondered uncertain if he had actually known what she was talking about or if he was just being a smart ass with her. Her weight shifted to one leg as a hand came down and rested on her hip, the firm pout on her lower lip clearly not one for jokes and waiting to see what all he was going to throw at her. If he was some pencil neck from the League coming to pop quiz her on her knowledge he'd better have a better question than that to get her to fudge up. Her head tipped back to toss the slick wet hair from the side of her neck as he pulled out a Pokeball from his pocket. Blue eyes followed his movements like a hawk as he held it out towards her.
”Here’s the one I caught. The second one I was talking about.” she reached out for it glancing back up at his face making sure he meant for her to have it before her fingers took it from his palm. She looked down at it to the face staring out at her eyeballing the surroundings through the plastic. Then back up at him. "One minute." she said and turned around walking away in bare feet to the sub-room and coming back out with a metal stand sporting a right angle. Setting it down in front of them beside Lab table 1 she popped open the Pokeball. Sure enough the Wingull flapped in desperate attempt to gain altitude before acknowledging there was no wind current in the bubble and that the fish were in the sky. "Easy, now, easy." she coaxed as it spazzed trying to become airborne moving up her arm. Io swung her arm to the side towards the stand as it got on it and stopped. "WINGULL!" it cried out and Io raked her hand back through her damp hair slicking it back once more. "Yes, yes that's what you are." she said to it tiredly and then dug into the drawer pulling out a forgotten pack of sealed saltine crackers. "Here." she said holding one up in her fingers feeding it and then looked back over at her guest. The Wingull was obviously fine, if it'd been suffering form anything it wouldn't have struggled so diligently or have an appetite. Instead she changed subject for a moment, the creak of the suits thighs rubbing together as she once again blocked his view of her stone. "So, these contacts of yours, they wouldn't happen to be Piers or Ryland would they?" she inquired in a sickeningly sweet manner letting her blue eyes rake over him for a sign that he was indeed from the League and one of those two pin heads push buddies. If he was he'd be going back with a message for them.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Feb 10, 2014 7:41:51 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 300 }{ short notes: better late than never? }
As Zernebog watched the professor interact with the Wingull, he kept his mouth shut for once. He already had the bird checked for diseases before he had come here in a pokemon center just to be on the safe side, but he didn’t want to spoil what was probably the only little bit of fun in what looked like a pointless endeavor.
Well, at least now he knew why he kept fishing birds out of the water. He got something out of this little trip, so he was fine with it. Unfortunately he wasn’t sure if the professor felt the same way. He may be ignorant, but even he knew enough to know that if their positions were reversed, he would be seriously annoyed if someone wasted his time with something so dumb and trivial. But how to make it up to her for wasting her time on something even he could admit was easy to find out?
He was suddenly pulled out from his thoughts when the professor asked him a question in a tone that sent the hairs rising
”Piers or Ryland…?” Zernebog tilted his head for a few moments and really thought about it while ignoring the strange pokemon still staring at the rock at the periphery of his vision. ”Nope. Different sources.”
Sources that he wouldn’t discuss to any member of the league unless he wanted to be investigated and detained for the foreseeable future. But he wasn’t going to tell anyone that.
”Why?” Zernebog resumed watching the bird and how she interacted with the professor. The gears were turning in his head now, but he would have to see a little more before he went with the course of action that was brewing inside his mind. ”Are they important or something?”
”Nope. Different sources.” Well that took care of that then. ”Why? Are they important or something?”
"Hng," she snorted to herself quietly. "No," she offered another cracker to the Wingull who snapped down on it spreading crumbs down to the floor. "Just a couple of gophers for the League, no one important." she tacked on just in case he'd happen to encounter them at some point in his life. "Well," she exhaled sharply and put her hands on her hips. "Was there anything else I could help you with or did you get all your answers?" she inquired rather curious to get back to her stone and logging it into her files. She had a hunch that it was tied in with the Underwater Ruins but at the same time she became lost as to why that piece was so far from it. What exactly did it mean? She tried to think of how something of that size would've moved such a distance on it's own or by tied but nothing prompted her thoughts right away. Then again, there was an abundance of coral in the area, the probability of it being attached to something else was high. An old ship wreck or perhaps another ruin completely undiscovered yet. Though she doubted it would be anything as grand as the Sea King. Her hand came up and tugged on her bottom lip as she became lost in her own thoughts completely tuning out her guest. "Probably a shipwreck." she muttered to herself and turned to face the table pulling a file over and jotting down her ideas and approximate location as to where she found it. She'd have to have Rig go back out with the radio so she could mark it properly on her sea map. She leaned back and caught movement from out of the corner of her eye making her look back over in a double take at her guest who was still standing there. Had he said anything? Was he waiting on something? She turned and glanced back at the Wingull content to perch on the stand and stare up at the ceiling. "You're free to go." she said sliding the empty pokeball the sea bird had come in back over towards him with one hand. "No charge."
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Mar 20, 2014 1:13:08 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Io }{ words 263 }{ short notes: better late than never? }
No one important?
Zernebog nearly snorted out loud. If they weren’t important then she wouldn’t have asked at all. But they sounded incompetent and/or infuriating so he won’t ask just who they were. Chances are his –not quite so legal- contacts were probably better anyway.
”Nah. Got nothing else to ask.” Zernebog shrugged. Well, nothing about the bird anyway. He added mentally.
Zernebog was still sorely tempted to ask about the large relic she had sitting in her lab. His instincts were screaming at him to check it out. However, he was pretty sure that he had overstayed his welcome and even he knew that the reclusive professor-types tend to be very… possessive about their discoveries. Maybe he’ll ask some other time, when the professor cooled off or something.
However, he had been staring at her and the relic long enough for her to notice and shoo him out, tossing him the Wingull’s pokeball as she did so. Damn. He was getting sloppy... even though technically he wasn’t even trying. Oh well.
The Wingull looked absolutely reluctant about leaving though. He raised the empty pokeball at the Wingull while giving it an appraising eye, about to put it back into the pokeball and figure out what to do with it now that the mystery was solved… when he got an idea.
”Actually….” Zernebog tossed back the empty pokeball to the professor, fully expecting her to catch it. ”Keep her. She looks like she’s more comfortable with you anyway. Consider her as payment for all of the fuss about my question.”
