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words: 367 tagged: Zernebog notes: Aeon, y u so talkative
Vulina was fluffed up about as much as her fur would allow, making her look rather plush. {Not long at all, and I can’t wait for them to hatch~} She watched with mild amusement as Dio adjusted his position. Being a quadruped, the Vulpix didn’t ever worry about cramping up from crouching. It just wasn’t something she had to deal with.
Despite that, she flopped onto her stomach and stretched out. A soft sigh escaped her muzzle as she curled her legs up under her, tails swishing slowly. She still preferred being able to relax and laze around as to being active and traveling all the time.
Aeon let out an audible sigh, his expression growing somber. “But then my granddad fell ill, and my mother had him move in with us.
“The added burden of his medical bills was obvious. I kept finding her awake late at night, worrying about how she was going to find the money to pay the bills and afford food as well. Leaving then would only have put more stress on her from worrying about how I was doing as well, so I kept doing odd jobs where I could and using the money I earned to help with the family budget. I was basically making all the money for groceries and basic supplies, while my mother worked to pay the bills and for my granddad’s medical care.”
He took the last draught of his tea before continuing, “About two years ago now…my granddad’s illness finally took him. We hadn’t known, but he’d managed to take out a pretty substantial life insurance policy when he first started feeling ill.
“It was a relief to my mother when the check came in. Despite the financial help I was supplying, we’d still fallen behind on quite a few bills, along with my granddad’s funeral costs added to the debt,” he managed to get some semblance of a smile on his face as he continued, “Once all the debt had been taken care of, my mother shoved the remainder of the life insurance money at me and told me to finally get my ranch started. So that’s basically why I’m just starting out now.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 7, 2013 20:42:00 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 454 }{ short notes: stories }
Diomedes smirked in amusement when he saw the Vulpix lie down flat on her stomach and relax. (Looks like someone’s enjoying herself. Is it more comfortable like that?)
The blue and black jackal was really tempted to lie down like that as well in order to relax and stretch better, but as soon as he even attempted the motion his trainer gave him a very subtle warning look over his tea. Well, it looked like that idea was out.
(So… I’m guessing that you and that Nipper guy just spend your time out here relaxing then?) It sounded like the most boring thing ever, but she might be offended if he voiced that out. He preferred adventure over staying in some stuffy house for long periods of time, thank you very much!
“But then my granddad fell ill, and my mother had him move in with us.
…Oh. Now Zernebog regretted asking. Just a little bit. He’d never had to experience that, though he supposed that he came close with all of the pokemon that he used to have dying horrible deaths back there. They were probably different kinds of pain, but he knew that he had an entirely different problem that stabbed at his heart more.
Zernebog continued to listen in silence while sipping the remainder of his tea. It was a sad story, true, but he had been on the streets and around the regions long enough to know of more tragic ones. Some of them helped along by his own hand, no less. He’d rather not think about of how many tradegies he had inadvertently caused while in his downward spiral or even while he was looking for his father. He wasn’t really one for the sad, moving stories like these because it reminded of the past that he was and still is trying to keep under wraps. No one needs to know the kind of person he’d been and had turned into, because as far as he was concerned he was mostly gone.
He was snapped out of his musings by Aeon’s voice when he finally ended his story. ”Damn. You’ve been through a lot, dude.” He said as genuinely as he could while looking down at his cup, trying his best to keep his gaze there so that he wouldn’t see the conflicting emotions in his eyes that emerged due to the introspective musings that the story brought him to do.
Zernebog paused for a few moments as he internally composed himself. Once he was sure that no dregs of touchy-feely emotions remained in his eyes, he turned to face Aeon. ”My condolences about your gramps, by the way. I’m sure he was a great guy.”
words: 208 tagged: Zernebog notes: Shorter, but still longer than 200 words!
{It’s nice to have a few days to relax after traveling for the past few months,} Vulina closed her eyes and nodded a bit as she spoke, remembering how tired she had been after the long trek from Orre. {Once the house is fixed up a bit more and Aeon gets restless enough he’ll likely take us out for some battles or something.}
Despite her love of the quiet life, the fox had grown to enjoy the odd adventure here and there. Being out in the wilderness wasting energy made coming home to a comfy bed and food all the more enjoyable. Her ruddy fur settled a bit as she relaxed, her appearance going from fluffy to sleek as it did.
The breeder’s shoulders lifted and fell in a clear shrug. “Yeah, well, still had it better than a lot of people in Orre,” he flashed his half-brother a grin, “but thanks all the same, I wouldn’t have traded him for anyone else’s granddad.”
Musing over his empty tea cup, he finally settled on setting it on the counter before adjusting his glasses slightly. “And it wasn’t like my life was all misery and woe. I caused my fair share of havoc in The Under as a teen.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 0:49:19 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: Aeon }{ words 276 }{ short notes: stories }
Diomedes nodded. (True. It’s always nice to have a break once in a while.)
Not all of the time though. That would probably drive Pops and most of his pokemon –himself included- stir-crazy. And Pops with a bad case of cabin fever or the travel bug is actually scary and amusing to watch, since he gets way too much energy than any human had the right to have.
Diomedes’ ears then twitched a bit as he heard the next statement. (That sounds awesome. If only your trainer could understand pokemon talk, I could tell him of a good spots and me and Pops found that would be great for short adventures~) He smiled in excitement, happy to share information to budding adventurers.
Zernebog nodded, looking neutral-faced for once. Inside though, he was sighing in relief. For a second there, he had thought that he was one of the prideful ones that took offense to have condolences given to them like he used to be. Normally he wouldn’t care about offending someone, but Zernebog would actually like a family member from his dad’s side of the family who actually liked him and didn’t just tolerate him like his dad’s relatives or his new family. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, they really don’t like him or his mom even though he wasn’t born out of wedlock. Jerks.
Zernebog smirked at the next part, happy that Aeon diverted the conversation a lighter topic. ”Heh. Well, troublemaking’s in the blood, that’s for sure.” And he would know, since the step-monster’s spawn as well as himself often got into a load of trouble for one thing or another.
words: 243 tagged: Zernebog notes: These two are going to cause so much trouble
Vulina couldn’t help but roll her eyes. {He talks enough as it is, being able to hold a legitimate conversation with Pokemon would lead to him never shutting up.} It wasn’t that she wouldn’t like to be able to actually get what she was saying across to him without having to go through the trouble of pantomime, but with just Nipper and herself there that led to a lot of her ear being talked off about nothing. That or questions he knew very well she couldn’t verbally answer.
Aeon laughed lightly. “For some reason, I don’t doubt that.” He’d caused his small family quite a bit of grief over the years, what with sneaking out nearly every night to build a bad reputation in The Under and generally getting into trouble whenever he could. Remembering back to his antics in that dark part of Orre, he cringed slightly. There were a lot of bruises connected to those memories, and he could still feel the familiar sting from most of them.
He wondered how all his old friends there were getting along with him gone now. They were probably getting into less trouble now; after all, he was the one who inadvertently instigated most of the trouble. “I have to be careful if I go back there, or just avoid that place entirely. Managed to piss off a few too many of the wrong people,” he let out a wry chuckle at the thought.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 6:05:59 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 209 }{ short notes: stories }
Diomedes chuckled in amusement. (Your trainer’s got a motor mouth on him, I take it?) That question was meant to be rhetorical, so he didn’t wait for an answer.
The blue jackal grinned as a possible scenario popped in his head. (Then it’s a good thing that you don’t have any psychic pokemon here yet. They would probably act as a translator for your trainer and the days of your trainer not being able to understand what you say would be over. Enjoy the peace and quiet of the language barrier while you can, little lady~)
Zernebog actually grinned in amusement. It really did seem like troublemaking and chaos was in the blood. Dad was right about that after all. The only difference was that he got a double dose of it since his mother’s side of the family tended to have the same luck as well. Since they were a family of rough and tough archaeologists, it made life a lot more interesting.
Upon hearing his next statement, Zernebog shook his head and chuckled as well. ”I suggest a costume. Or flying banners to announce your arrival to come back. Up to you whether you want to mess with their heads or keep incognite.” He joked.
words: 219 tagged: Zernebog notes: Sleepy little villages
Vulina cringed slightly. The thought of having a psychic translator around constantly was enough to make her want to hide. She’d have to be sure to try and sabotage any captures of Psychic types. {Yeah, I hope he doesn’t get any for a very long time.}
At the same time though, having a Pokemon around who could flat out tell Aeon she was hungry when she actually started feeling hungry would be nice. Then there was the issue of when she wanted into the yard. Even with Nipper’s help, they couldn’t get up to the door handle well enough to get it opened.
Laughing lightly, Aeon shook his head. “It’ll be a long time before I go anywhere near The Under again. In about six months or so I intend to take a trip back to Orre to visit my mother though. Thankfully no one I don’t want to run into ever shows up in Agate Village.”
He mulled the thoughts of all the people he used to know in that sleepy town over in his head. Aeon missed a good deal of them, but the town was just too quite most of the time. It had been the very reason he’d started slipping out to go find trouble in the rougher towns around Orre in the first place.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 9:30:41 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 204 }{ short notes: stories }
Diomedes took the cringe at face-value… at first. (Well, as long as no one puts the idea in his head, then I guess you’re safe.)
Then Diomedes’ aura sense told him a different story. The Vulpix was actually considering his words more seriously than her face showed. Something about… food? He wasn’t that good at reading auras yet, so he couldn’t tell what she was thinking from her aura alone. He didn’t have Mind Reader either so reading her mind was out. Well, he’ll just have to practice some more then!
Zernebog paused for a moment as he looked at Aeon with a raised eyebrow. ”Wait. The Under?”
Zernebog grinned. ”I’ve actually been there before. Just a few weeks ago, actually.” He put down his cup on the counter and continued. ”They were kinda… shifty. Don’t seem to like outsiders.”
Definitely an understatement. The glances and glares they gave him when he had arrived there to challenge Gwyneth were so harsh and intense that all that was missing was an actual attempt to throw him out of town. If he hadn’t gotten along so well with Gwyneth, then he suspected that they might’ve just gone ahead with an attempt anyway.
words: 208 tagged: Zerne notes: Aeon's started using the shortening of his name
Not knowing what other topics could be brought up, Vulina settled in a bit more. Tucking her paws under herself, she wrapped her tails around her side, fluffing her fur a bit more. The sun was creeping further into the room from the glass doors, showing it was getting later into the afternoon.
Inadvertently, Nipper had scooted closer to the two due to the shifting light. He was trying to stay in the patch of warm sunlight, and hadn’t realized he was getting any closer to them. The warm sun was extremely relaxing to the reptile, and his previous grumpy mood had slowly dissipated as he’d lounged in the warmth.
A sheepish grin spread across Aeon’s face as he listened to Zerne’s opinion of his old stomping grounds. It was true most of the people there weren’t the highest caliber of society by any means, but most of the hostility Zerne had found was likely due to Aeon’s reputation. The family relation was obvious by their looks, and his reputation hadn’t been a very good one.
“Yeah…that may be my fault,” he chuckled dryly, “needed some kind of distraction from Agate’s sleepiness and I may have went a little overboard with the troublemaking a time or two there.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 20:36:17 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 213 }{ short notes: stories }
A comfortable silence set itself down between the two pokemon. While Vulina made herself busy with getting comfortable, Diomedes took the time to gaze at the lovely sunset outside the window. The sunset really was pretty from here. Maybe that was why they bought this property in what seems like the middle of nowhere.
Still, it reminded him that they needed to get out of the place and travel towards the port city soon so that they could catch a ride back to Orre. They still had Gym Challenges to do after all, and he heard from Pops that he was going to be used as his starter for the next Gym he was going to challenge.
Most people would be offended if their family members inadvertently gave themselves a bad reputation to a place that they’ve never been. Zernebog wasn’t most people. Honestly, he was more amused about the whole thing.
”Oh?” Zernebog gave him a mild glare before dissolving into chuckles. ”Can’t blame you there, Aeon. Those people needed a swift kick in the ass to liven them up. Always so suspicious.”
He then crossed his arms and grinned. ”Besides, can’t judge anyone for troublemaking when I did a lot of my own.” Understatement of the century.
words: 198 tagged: Zerne notes: Foreshadowing for future plots is fun
As the patch of sun drifted onto the top of the dining table, Nipper gave an annoyed clack of his jaws. His legs were too short to climb or jump onto even one of the chairs, let alone the table. Tottering off to the stairs, he started diligently climbing them, his target being the heated rock Aeon set up in one of the spare bedrooms.
Vulina was starting to glance at the room her eggs were being kept in. The door was closed, but she was feeling the motherly urge to go check on the eggs. She knew they were being kept warm by incubators, but she still felt the need to check.
“Liven them up is an understatement, though it was already pretty lively back then since there were quite a few gangs having turf wars most of the time.”
Mine included, Aeon thought ruefully, hoping his old friends had at least tried to keep out of serious trouble after he’d had to leave. While he’d do anything for friends, his family always came first, and his mother needed his help; so he’d handed the reins to his best friend and promised he’d visit when he could.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 21:01:23 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 211 }{ short notes: wind down }
After a few moments of mulling over things in his head, Diomedes turned his gaze towards the Vulpix. To his surprise, he saw her staring at some room. Curious as to why the room had her attention, the blue jackal turned his senses towards the small room and tilted his head.
Hm. There were two very small auras inside the room, as well as the faint scent of something that smelled like Vulina and that weird reptile Nipper all meshed together. Must be their kids.
(You know, if you want to check on them, you’re free to do so.) Diomedes finally said as he turned his head back to the sunset. (You are their mom after all. No one’s gonna judge.)
”I’ll bet.” Zernebog grinned and chuckled as well. Stories about troublemaking always cheered him up.
The white haired trainer then glanced at one of the windows and frowned as he saw the orange glow seeping from them. ”Damn. The sun’s setting already.”
He pushed himself off of the counter he was leaning on and stood up. ”Sorry about this, Aeon, but I really have to go soon. It’s getting dark and I need to be portside before tomorrow or else the boat’s gonna leave without me.”
A rather frustrated look crossed Vulina’s face. {I can’t open the door.} Being a small fox had its advantages when trying to be cute and get attention. When it came to obstacles such as doors though, it was extremely disadvantageous. Small paws that couldn’t reach the handle were no use when trying to open the blasted things humans had invented.
The upstairs room Aeon had set up for a Pokemon bedroom always stayed open since neither she nor Nipper could open doors. This fact was put to good use as Nipper nudged his way through the door, his body being a bit wider than how far the door was currently open.
Aeon glanced at the window as well. “Ah, yeah it is starting to get late.” A thought struck the breeder, one that caused him to push himself from the counter as well and start searching through what was obviously a junk drawer. Triumphantly pulling a pen from the jumble of crap in the drawer, he scribbled something on a notepad stuck on the fridge. Normally Aeon just used the pad to keep track of groceries, a partial list being visible at the top of the page he was writing on.
Tearing the bottom half of the page from the rest, he turned with a grin and handed it over to his brother. On the page was a string of nine numbers. “My phone number. You should give me a call when you’re in the area again.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 8, 2013 23:20:41 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 250 }{ short notes: wind down }
Ah. Right. Of course. Vulina was too small to reach the doorknob. He should’ve figured that she couldn’t reach for it. Luckily for her though, he could.
(That’s no problem.) Diomedes chucked as he pushed himself to his feet and walked towards the door she was looking at. Once he was in front of the door, Diomedes put a paw on the handle and twisted it with a simple flick of his wrist. Then he held onto the doorknob as well as he could with a paw and pulled it, easily opening the door.
(Here you go, little lady.) Diomedes bowed and smiled, gesturing to the door. (Your children await.)
The blue jackal then straightened up from his bowturned towards his trainer, who gave him a wink out of the corner of his eye before subtly gesturing to the door they came in. Oh, it was time to go then~!
Zernebog tore his attention away from Diomedes and refocused on Aeon before he saw what he was looking at. He wasn’t going to tattle on his own pokemon.
”Right.” Zernebog chuckled as he took the piece of paper and pulled out his phone to punch the numbers in. ”I’ll be sure to do that the next time I’m in the area.”
Once he had punched the numbers in and made sure to have put in Aeon in the contacts section properly, he gave the number a ring. ”Calling you now so that you get my number.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Vulina darted through the door. She was sure Aeon wouldn’t mind, especially considering this was about the time he would check on them as well. Having a Psychic type around to tell him to install doggy-doors would probably be a good idea.
Aeon waited quietly for his phone to ring from Zerne’s call. What he had set for his ringtone was certainly the farthest thing from his mind at that point. Well, until his phone did start to ring anyway.
All at once, the sound of a violin playing and a woman singing were heard, muffled slightly by Aeon’s pants pocket. In a slight panic, he quickly fumbled for his phone, hoping to cease the ringing before the lyrics started. If only he had such luck.
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story
In my field of paper flow-
After quite a bit of fumbling, the breeder finally managed to cease the phone’s ringing; but not before the song had reached the first line of the chorus. Damnit…
