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Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 19:43:38 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: Aeon }{ words 472 }{ short notes: simmer }
Gold eyes watched curiously as Aeon tapped his right foot against the door sill three times before walking through the threshold. Was this some sort of Orre house ritual that he hadn’t observed during his stay there? Or was this just a personal quirk of his? How curious.
Well, he wasn’t one to judge strange quirks and habits- okay that’s a lie. He made it a habit to remark on them often if it was a personal one and especially if it was a funny one, but he was far more tolerant when it came to cultural customs. It was only natural for him to tolerate cultural customs because his job as an archaeologist required him to study ancient cultures and customs by necessity. He’d be a piss-poor one if he judged the past just because of biases accumulated from the present.
Well, since Zernebog wasn’t sure if it was a personal or a cultural habit, he decided to imitate the man and tap his right foot three times on the door sill as well before going inside. With a shrug, Diomedes decided to imitate the two humans and tap his right foot on the sill as well. As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Zernebog wasn’t bothered by the state of the outside nor the inside. He’d been in much worse places, some of which had actually collapsed and nearly buried him and his friends with them. Compared to those places, the homely interior and even the aging exterior were like a mansion. He wasn’t some prissy spoiled brat that only demanded the best and the finest, like a certain pink-haired bitch that shall remain nameless at this point in time.
However, instead of following Aeon to the kitchen he opted to stay in the dining room instead. He was the guest after all, so he guessed that he should probably stay in the dining room and wait to see if it was self-service or something. He was really rusty with all of that etiquette nonsense. As he waited in the dining room, he heard Aeon ask a question.
Zernebog mulled over those words for a few moments, trying to pick out which flavour he liked best. It only took him a few moments to decide. ”Black would be great.”
Diomedes just stayed at the sides and busied himself with observing his human father in case he got angry again. He only managed it for about a minute before he felt someone approach him. Red eyes glanced towards the approaching presence and locked with the beady eyes of a young Vulpix.
With a small smile, Diomedes kneeled down to the brown fox’s level while still looking her in the eye. (Hey there, little lady~) The blue jackal greeted her with a wave. (How are you today?)
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 190 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Almost done making a new template
“Black would be great.”
Pulling out another bag of Earl Grey, Aeon plopped it into the second empty cup before shutting the cupboard doors with a soft click. He’d learned enough etiquette of entertaining guests while in Orre that he wasn’t feeling horribly awkward, but it was still weird being the host rather than the hostess’ son.
While he let the water heat up more, he leaned on the breakfast counter and glanced around to note where his two charges had settled. Nipper’s location was no surprise at all. The lazy little reptile was always trying to find a sunny patch to snooze in when indoors. Vulina’s location too, wasn’t highly surprising. She had always been a rather inquisitive Vulpix, having managed to dig around in his bag until she had managed to drag everything out of it immediately after he first let her out of her ball.
Said Vulpix was currently still staring up at Diomedes. She scrunched her nose up a bit before replying, {I’m fine, but you smell funny.} Vulina had never met a Steel type before, so the scent of one was entirely new to her.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 20:25:46 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: Aeon }{ words 172 }{ short notes: simmer }
While Aeon busied himself with making tea for the two of them, Zernebog took the time to observe Diomedes. To his amusement, he saw that the young Lucario was talking to the Vulpix in pokespeak. Sometimes, he wished that he could understand them without the aid of Psyche or Prometheus so that he knew just what they were talking about. But since he couldn’t, all he could really do now was watch their body language and glean the conversation from that.
Even though his back was turned to the humans, Diomedes knew that they were being watched. Even without closing his eyes, their aural fluctuations and the tingling he could feel at his back told him what he needed to know. However, he just filed the information in the back of his mind and focused on the fox.
(I smell funny?) Diomedes sniffed himself. Nope, he smelled the same as always. (Nope, nothing bad or funky. What makes you think I smell funny, little lady? Haven’t you smelled anyone like me before?)
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 234 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Yay my muse still hasn't died!
{Nope,} was the Vulpix’s simple reply as she plopped her rump down on the floor. She tilted her head to the side slightly, nose still scrunched up. Her life until traveling from Orre with Aeon had been rather sheltered, and she wasn’t familiar with most types of Pokemon.
Aeon couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he watched the two Pokemon. The little fox wasn’t normally very friendly. To his understanding, she’d grown up as a pampered pet until his mother purchased her as a gift for him, so she could be a bit of a prissy fox at times. It was good to see her starting to be more relaxed around new Pokemon.
Behind him, he heard a quiet, but high-pitched hissing and turned. There was a decent amount of steam coming from the spout on the tea kettle. Humming the tune for a rather catchy and upbeat song, he stepped over to the stove. Carefully he lifted the kettle from the burner, being sure to turn it off, before walking back to the counter and pouring the water evenly between both cups.
Once the cups were full, he deposited the still hot kettle onto one of the unused stove burners to cool off. “You want anything in your tea?” he inquired while rummaging around in the cupboards once more, trying to find where he’d stashed the honey for his tea.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 21:57:59 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: Aeon }{ words 244 }{ short notes: simmer }
Diomedes wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t smelled anything like him before. Lucario and Riolu were very rare pokemon after all, something he knew his Pops can attest to, what with the lengths he went to get him back in that region.
(Understandable.) Diomedes grinned at the absolutely adorable face that the Vulpix was making. (I’m a Lucario. Part-steel, part-fighting, and all-around good guy~) For emphasis, he gave the little lady a cheeky wink to let her know that he was joking.
Seeing the wink, Zernebog wondered just what Diomedes was telling the Vulpix. All he could get right now was that it had something to do with smells and confusion. Maybe the brown fox was curious about an unknown scent or something?
The white haired trainer was interrupted from his musings by a soft, high-pitched whistling coming from the direction of the kitchen. Since Aeon was probably going to take care of that, he didn’t bother to turn around and look at it. Instead, he just listened as he heard footsteps go into the kitchen, and then the whistling die down a few seconds later along with a clicking sound. Then he heard the sound of pouring water a few moments after that. Once the pouring had died down, he could hear a wooden door opening and some shuffling.
It was during that last bit that he finally heard a question directed to him. ”Honey or some brown sugar would be fine, Aeon.”
words: 209 tagged: Zernebog notes: Too bad Dio can't breed
Vulina slowly tilted her head to the other side. {Huh, never met any Steel types before.} Her six tails rustled slightly as she puffed her fur up a bit. The smell of tea from the kitchen helped her relax a bit, actually enjoying conversing with the Lucario. {Aeon calls me Vulina.}
In the kitchen, said breeder finally felt his fingers grasp onto a familiar shape in the cupboard. “Aha!” was his muttered exclamation of triumph as he pulled the bottle of honey out. Deftly, he added some to both cups before returning the bottle to the back of the shelf. Best to keep it as far from the prying noses of Pokemon as possible.
Unfortunately, a certain sun-bathing reptile caught a whiff of the sweet nectar, stirring him from his nap. With some apparent snuffling and grunting, he waddled into the kitchen. With some effort, he managed to prop himself up against one of the counter sides and stare up at the bottle as Aeon returned it to its safe hiding place.
Noticing the reptile, Aeon gave him a stern look. “Uh uh, last time you got into the honey you ate all of it and made yourself sick.” His reply was a simple whine from the Sandile. “Diiiile…”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 23:08:44 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: Aeon }{ words 201 }{ short notes: tea time }
Diomedes smiled once again when he heard the fox’s statement. So he was the first steel-type she’d ever met, huh? She must be one of those sheltered house pets that never got out of the house if she never recognized one, considering how common some steel-types were like Magnemite or Mawile.
(Well, I’m glad to be your first, little lady~) Diomedes chuckled as he watched her tails move and her fur puff up a bit. She’s certainly adorable.
Upon hearing her introduce herself though, Diomedes realized that he had neglected to introduce himself first, as was proper. To be fair though, he couldn’t be blamed for forgetting all about that since his human dad often forgot about those things too.
(A pretty name for a pretty girl~) Diomedes nodded with a wry smile. (As for me, I am called Diomedes. If you want, you can call me Dio. Everyone does.)
“Aha!” Still not bothering to turn around, Zernebog simply leaned back on the table and listened in to Aeon berating his strange brown reptile while he watched the two canines interact with each other.
So this was what the idle life was like. How boring. No wonder his father wanted out.
words: 185 tagged: Zernebog notes: These two need to chill lol
That sounds dirtier than it probably should, Vulina thought to herself. Upon hearing the compliment of her name, she was quickly glad for her fur as she felt a light blush creep to her face. Her fur fluffed a bit more as well, the fox putting on her best cute face. {D’aww. Your name is rather dashing as well,} she coyly batted a paw at him as she spoke.
Hearing the two’s conversation, Nipper dropped back to the floor and poked his head out of the kitchen. He frowned when he saw them, then gave an audible huff and went back to his sunny spot by the door. The Sandile’s mood had been fouled, and he wanted nothing more right now than to sleep until the offending jackal left.
As Aeon picked up his cup he noticed how Vulina was acting, and Nipper’s reaction to the other two Pokemon. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he enjoyed the warmth coming from the cup in his hands. Idly, he leaned his hip against the counter. “Looks like Vulina’s taken to your Lucario rather well.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 0:19:24 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: Aeon }{ words 304 }{ short notes: tea time }
Diomedes may not have seen the blush through that fur, but he did sense the sudden lightening in her aura upon his words. He wondered what that meant, since he had only ever seen that on some of the women Pops talked to while he was undercover.
Oh well. Whatever that meant, he was sure that he would figure it out sooner or later. If not, then maybe his big brother Theus can tell him what that meant. He always knew about these sorts of things. Heck, he even understood most lady pokemon! That’s something that no other male pokemon he’d ever met could claim. He always wondered why, but whenever he asked Theus just goes very quiet while Hyperion put a claw on his shoulders.
Diomedes wasn’t sure what the paw batting was about, but it made her look cuter. (Why, thank you kindly, milady. I’m glad you think so.)
For some reason, the strange reptilian creature huffed when he turned around to look at them before going somewhere else. Strange. But it wasn’t any of his business, even with the dark vibes he was getting from the little guy’s aura.
(So, what do you guys do around here all day?) Diomedes as he gestured to the place.
“Looks like Vulina’s taken to your Lucario rather well.” Zernebog turned towards Aeon this time. Seeing the tea on the counter, the white haired trainer walked on over to pick it up and take a sip. Mmmm… that was some great tea. He’d have to ask for the brand sometime.
He sipped on his tea for a few more moments before finally turning to Aeon and smiling a little bit. ”I’m not surprised. Dio’s always been the charming sort. He always find it easy to get along with others, unlike some of my others.”
words: 184 tagged: Zernebog notes: Muse is trying to be a derp
{Well, we just got settled into the house, so Aeon’s still working on getting the house fixed up, and the yard’s big enough even between Nipper and I we haven’t explored it all yet,} as she continued, her fur bristled with her sense of pride, {Then of course there’s the eggs to tend to.} The pair of eggs she was referring to were currently nestled up in a nice warm room on the second floor and past the master bedroom. As a first time mother, she was extremely proud of her incubating babies.
Aeon took a quiet sip of his tea while Zernebog replied. A slight grin spread across his face and he held his cup for the warmth again. “That’s good to hear. Vulina’s usually a bit standoffish around new Pokemon, and even people for that matter. She was a bit of a priss when I first got her.”
He shifted slightly against the counter before taking another drink of his tea. I should really try to get a hold of all the ingredients for Grandad’s tea recipe, he mused to himself silently.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 4:08:07 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: Aeon }{ words 235 }{ short notes: tea time }
Crimson eyes blinked in a bit of shock. He knew from the conversation between the two humans earlier that they were from Orre, but he didn’t know that they moved here very recently. He wondered why they came all the way to Unova just to make a ranch of their own, but the only way he would really know is if the human –Zernebog’s older brother if he heard right- would volunteer the information himself.
Still, that wasn’t surprising as her next statement. (Eggs?) Diomedes sounded genuinely surprised. (Are they yours?)
Diomedes already suspected that they were hers if the warm prideful glow about her was any indication. However, he didn’t want to assume. Pops, Theus, and even Rion all tell him that doing that was a terrible idea, so it was better to be safe and ask her himself.
Whatever they were discussing, Zernebog was sure that it was at least as interesting as the one that he and Aeon were having as they sipped their tea. The white haired trainer took his time in sipping his tea and savouring the flavour as he listened to the other man’s response.
”Oh?” Zernebog peered at the Vulpix closely, as if seeing her in a new light. ”…Yeah. I kind of see that. A bit.”
He then smirked in amusement. ”I guess it’s a good thing that that isn’t the case anymore.”
words: 209 tagged: Zernebog notes: Why do the cups always go empty?
{Of course they’re mine. Nipper and I are the only Pokemon who stay with Aeon.} She fluffed up a tad bit more. It was true she’d have plenty more kids before she was too old, but these first two eggs were special. Granted if she actually found someone who she wanted to be with any eggs from that union would be even more special, but for now that wasn’t likely.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like the currently miffed Sandile. He had a certain charm to him, after you got used to him. And there had certainly been plenty of time to get used to the reptile during the travel from Orre.
Another drink from his cup left Aeon with half his tea left. That was the only thing he didn’t like about tea, you always reached the bottom of the cup at some point or another. Glancing at the half filled cup, he hummed softly. “Yeah, she had to get over a lot of the pampering she’d had while we were traveling from Orre,” he paused to let out another small laugh, “If she hadn’t I’d be up a creek without a paddle. Having a prissy female when you’re just starting out breeding would make things very difficult.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 4:41:54 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: Aeon }{ words 225 }{ short notes: tea time }
Once again, Diomedes was surprised. If Nibbler and Vulpina were the only pokemon that Pops’ older brother –he supposed that he probably had call the guy uncle sometime, but not now- had, then that meant that either the guy was starting over from scratch or he was only starting out as a breeder. The latter would be rather strange considering that the man was 24, after all. Most humans in this world usually decide what they want to do by the time they’re half that age or a little bit older than that.
He wasn’t going to point that out though. It would be rude. (I see. Then I offer my sincerest congratulations to the expecting mother.) Diomedes grinned again. (Just when are the little tykes due to see the world, anyway?)
Zernebog couldn’t help but grin in amusement at Aeon’s words. ”Yeah, I can definitely see that attitude screwing your business over before it even lifted off of the ground. She’s the female after all, and as your first female she’s got a lot of responsibility hanging off of her metaphorical shoulders.”
Zernebog took the time to take another sip before continuing. ”What made you decide to get into the business anyway? Breeders don’t exactly get to wander around as much as a trainer would. Or even a normal civilian, really.”
words: 296 tagged: Zernebog notes: Aeon should go on these narratives more often. Gives me more stuff to type.
Vulina was practically preening. Despite having learned to live with less than her pampered life had held before, she still immensely enjoyed being the center of attention. {Should be a few days away still. Probably around 5, give or take.}
It would certainly be an exciting day when the two eggs did hatch. She hoped at least one of them hatched out as another Vulpix. The fox wasn’t against being mother to Sandile babies, but she did want one of her own kind to raise as well.
“Well now there’s a nostalgia trip,” Aeon murmured quietly as he idly traced a finger around the rim of his cup, “It started way back when the Coliseums were still running in Orre. I saw a battle there one day, and the challenging trainer had incredibly powerful Pokemon with moves uncommon for their species. It was an amazing sight for someone who’d only witnessed brutish battles between the Pokemon of common thugs.
“I managed to catch up to them after their rather easy victory and asked them how they got such powerful Pokemon. They told me that careful breeding could result in amazingly strong Pokemon.
“At that point, I was hooked on the idea of being a breeder, and after reading further into the technical aspects of it I knew I wanted to be a Pokemon breeder,” he paused to take a sip of his tea before continuing, “After that I started doing odd jobs anywhere I could to earn enough money to acquire a pair of starting Pokemon any way I could. When I had enough to buy one I could use to catch another, I would have set off right then and there; but…” Aeon stopped, unsure of how to form the words to continue the explanation.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 16:43:08 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: Aeon }{ words 232 }{ short notes: tea time }
(5 days left to go, huh?) Diomedes looked thoughtful. (That’s great~ Looks like you won’t have to wait long before you get to see your little tykes!)
The pain of kneeling in this awkward position finally started to get to Diomedes, making him decide to finally sit down on the floor and stretch out his feet away from the Vulpix. (Ah… now that’s better. I was getting cramps from all that kneeling.) He gave Vulina the lupine equivalent of a boyish smile.
Meanwhile, Zernebog stayed completely quiet as Aeon told his story. He made sure to nod in the right places and even mutter short vocalized agreements. All the while, he savoured his tea and relaxed against the counter beside the older man.
Hm… looks like Aeon had a much less eventful life than either me or dad. Well, from that little tidbit I head, anyway. I could be wrong though since that might be only a small portion of his life. Zernebog thought to himself as he continued to sip his tea. Wish I could’ve formed a decision about what I wanted to do as easily as he did though. All I’ve really got for a life plan so far is beat gyms. That’s not much.
The white haired trainer looked up from his cup when Aeon trailed off. ”But…?” He prodded, urging the man to continue.
