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Post by Madd on May 10, 2009 0:22:49 GMT -5
At Mike's comment, Madd rose a eyebrow from beneath the thick-leather limbs of her goggles, dim bar light playing across its fiery length. As her bruised ribs relazed, and allowed her to breathe, she allowed herself to comment. "You're obviously a senior citizen . ." Madd drawled, with more then a hint of sarcasm evident. Even as she spoke--Desatio's powerful, wrapped fists cracked into another guys forehead , sending him staggering, and thumpoing into a senseless heap on the ground. With all the high-pitched tinkling of shattered glass, and bass accompaniment of falling bodies--this whole scene was almost a poetic opera--one quite unappreciated mind.
After her little scolding, Madd threw out a few devastating punches--before whistling her Mightenya to her side. As the Hariyama approached--rime slowed down in the girl's mind, as she assumed a crouch, her Mightenya doing likewise beside her. The meaningless words of Desatio swirled into the background, as the girl prepared to attack the Hariyama.
Before she had so much as twitched a toe however--great blue sparks rained from the ceiling, followed by a blade of orange light--and the colorful bellows of the Hariyama, became laced with pain. One large had swatted at the source of the pain, before the creature stiffened, and stopped moving. All that remained in motion were its beady black eyes, and large quivering chest. A virtaul masterpiece of sculpture--and like the sweet music of brawling, quite unnappreciative: "DAKO SWAT THE THING! GET MOVING!" The large beasts trainer cried--with a variety of gesticulations. Beside him, a few companions snickered.
Taking that as her cue to split, Madd offered one last cheeky smirk to the room, before following Desatio toward the doorway--pausing to spit at the paralyzed beast as she went. The Mightenya at her side, offered up a rumbling growl, before loping out into the soothing, night air.
The stench of garbage--sweat--and hoboes--how much like perfume to his nose~!
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"Huh. We think a lot alike Mikey." The girl was not normally one for courtesy, but whatever . With a final wave at the room, Madd departed from the violence-shook bar, and ducked into the weaving alleys of Nada.
Various drunken screams, and car alarms laced the night air. "Isn't it nice to be out of there? At least here you have room to move!" Currently turned away from Desatio, the tough little lass, slid a open palm over her aching abdomen, wincing as it collided with the brute's point of impact.
No more showing off for her.
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Visible as little more then a dark shadow, Yakuza loped along the sides of buildings, leaping puddles, and piles of garbage. The very image of grace he was! ---
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Post by desatio on May 10, 2009 16:29:35 GMT -5
Desatio nodded with a wink as the lights cut out as he left. "Sharp minds think a like."
Her nodded. "Yeah, a little fresh air helps the mind, what with all the weirdness. Besides, this is my kinda town. Loud and a little crazy."
He then smirked until he noticed her wincing. "You okay? That guy must've landed a decent punch on you. Ah well, at least you can take a hit better than a lot of the wimps I get on my side in a bar fight."
Sackeim followed behind, glowing and appearing beside Desatio. "Boss, I messed up the lights. should give us eight minutes before someone gets to the fusebox."
Desatio nodded, and slowly began walking across the street near his car. "Need a lift? You shouldn't be walking too fast with that injury. And trust me when I say a few of them are gonna try to get out of that bar and chasing our asses across town."
Sackeim would have rolled his eyes if it were anatomically possible to do so. "Don't tell me, fetch the car, right?"
"Yeah, that'd be handy," he said with a smirk. "Hey, Madd, you know any decent place to grab a burger? I'm starving here."
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Post by Madd on May 10, 2009 22:16:13 GMT -5
At the first words out of Desatio's mouth, Madd nodded--shaking her head to banish the after noise of the bar fight. If one were to look past the obvious pain in her stance--they would see her muscles twitching like rubber bands, along with her eyes flashing back and forth. Even if the fight was long gone, the paranoia within her was leaping for another fight--waiting for leave to be over, and chaos to reign once again. "Huh--I only see one sharp mind around here; ya big brute." Madd's face was covered in a smirk, and she forced out a chuckle--it was obviously a joke.
The second Mike mentioned her encounter with a fist, the girl's slouched position straightened, and her comforting hands dropped back to her side. besides a barely detectible wince every few steps, it was impossible to tell she was in pain at all. "Peachy-keen Mike. bah, that was no hit--that was a pat on my tight-ass abs." Normally she would have told him that "fuck yeah , it hurt", but frankly, she wasn't trusting enough in this odd mummy-man to divulge information that made her vulnerable. Anxious to change the subject, Madd inquired: "Like most wimps you;ve had on ya side in a bar-fight . .you get in quite a few Mr. Mediator?" The arching eyebrows now disappeared into her brow line, this guy was getting odder by the minute.
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As another voice entered the conversation, madd whirled around--blinking as she caught sight of Sackheim. "So this little cutey shocked that lummox of a 'yama?" If not for the sparks leaping off of the little light bulb thing--she'd be half tempted to pet it. "It's glowing--it spells like a garbage can. What the hell is it?" A pair of glowing eyes turned in the shadows, peering at Sackheim, a deep growl rolled through the alley way. "A master of words Yaku is." Madd mumbled sarcastically, before shrugging and walking back toward the busy street ahead.
" Nah--I got my own ride. You can take Yakuza though, just roll down the window so he can bark." Another menacing growl, and the pitter patter of claws as the Mightenya dashed toward the mummy man. Madd fished inside her pants pocket--and removed a little piece of plastic. Her hand pressed upon the center of it, and two pinpoints of light illuminated the alley. Walking over to a oddly placed pair of garbage cans, the girl kicked them over--revealing a slick piece of black metal.
A beauty of engineering--the baby of much bloodshed. It was, of course, her motorcycle. " Yah. Sure do--follow me." With a noise like the purr of a mountain lion, the engine jumped to life--as the girl straddled the thrumming motorcycle.
Placing a boot on the ground, Madd revved the engine--the wonderful noise of horsepower thrumming threw the engine. Ignoring the helmet sitting behind her, the girl leaned over the handlebars--and shot out of the alley. "WHOOOHOO ! " The instant the back wheel touched sidewalk, Madd beckoned to Desatio: "Com'n old timer--I'll drop my bike off, and we'll go from there . ." Frankly, she would much rather not be in a car with a stranger either.
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The Mightenya, followed after Sackheim, his body a bundle of nerves.
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Post by desatio on May 11, 2009 16:24:20 GMT -5
"Stick with Mike or Desatio. Mr. Mediator sounds like some lame-as-hell superhero," he said with a chuckle. "But yeah fighting was one of my earlier jobs. Professional boxer, than a bodyguard and bouncer, adn then a college student majoring in psychology. And now, a half-dead man. In all fairness, I probably should have warned those guys that I was an old pro..."
He then shrugged. "As for the lightning ball, I wouldn't recommend hugging him unless you want your hair to friz for a week. He's basically a living being of pure electrical energy. Or something," he said with a shrug. "Also, that's a weak bluff. You think an old boxer wouldn't know the sound of a haymaker bashing ribs in?"
He then smiled as the car seemed to drive itself up to them, cruising mellowly with glowing orange lights. It was a a classic convertible, although the amount of modifications he had put on this baby ranged from tripling the horsepower to adding missile launchers and bullet proof tires--not that any of the weapons were visible, he didn't want to start a fuss unless one was needed.
He smirked "I'll ride with the top down, weather's nice tonight," he said with a grin. "I'll follow you out, Madd. You know your way around a bit better than I do." With that, he jumped in the driver's seat. "Ready to roll, tough guy?" He said to the Mightenya with a wicked grin.
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Post by Madd on May 12, 2009 20:00:13 GMT -5
At the first comment, Madd took one look at his bandages, and d muscle ridden flesh; and murmured: "More like a lame ass super-villain, ain' no heroes tha' look like that. But, Mikey it is." Frankly, she was tempted to say a 'zombie', or 'the invisible pyro', neither of which fitted a superhero. The fellow had helped her in a fight, no need to insult him ,.. . quite yet. As the man continued (how the hell he seemed so calm--she had no idea), Madd found herself nodding. "I kind of wagered you were a old pro--the way you started throwing folks around ! But, nah, you didn't need to arn them to be fair--they had no reason for starting a fight, other then inflating their egoes, and even they did not fight fair." A bitter taste swirled in her mouth, what was with all this Confucius-like bullshit? Brushing away her question, she asked another that was pricking at her bull-head: " How. In. The. Hell. Do you go from boxing other people’s brains out--to telling people not to bash each other’s damn brain's out?" Not exactly a eloquent way of asking--but to the point.
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When Desatio advised against her hugging Sackheim, she merely shrugged. "I kinda figured it'd be something like that--Pokemon can never be normal huh?" A smirk creeped around her jaw, as she patted her boyish-cut, trying to rearrange all the little stray strands. Her eyes then shifted beneath her goggles, toward Yakuza. "WE should do a group hug with muttface--he's such a cute little fella when he's--" A deep inhale caused her to wince, pain shooting up from the giant bruise across her abdomen. Damn for havign scrawny arms--that little drunk could swing. " Bah--if I'da known you were a old boxer maybe I would bluffed better." Not that she cared what he thought, then turning away from Desatio, she muttered: "Try anything funny ya old fogey, and ya'll remember exactly what a haymaker feels like." A nervous chuckle accompanied her words--of course she was only joking.
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As the car pulled to a rumbling stop nearby, Madd let out another whistle--she seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. "That's convenient--front row parking." Did that little lightbulb thing do this? Her motorcycle gloves halfway up her wrist, the girl stopped her bike at a spot beside the car. With her goggles shining in the headlights, the girl gently petted the car. "What a beauty--" Some dumb therapist could afford this car? Or could he "afford" this car? Heh.
This man's grin was infection, Madd found as her smirk widened into a smile of her own, the tips of her canines jutting out below her upper lip. In a teasing tone, she muttered: "Careful not to muss up your hair Mike, oh ya don’t have that problem--lucky bastard. Just, follow me, no fancy shit." Winking behind the thick lenses of her goggles, the girl roared off into the street, leaving the cramped alley behind.
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The Mightenya was now standing in the backseat, his claws finding it rather hard to keep his balance on the slippery leather interior. As Mike crawled into the front seat, the canine let out a trumpeting howl: "Bring it--" Then with a wicked snicker, he added under his breath added: "Ready to Roll right over the bitch’s legs." A smirk spread up his muzzle, as his trainer zoomed into the busy street.
A stream of headlights flowed behind Madd, as she swerved her way through traffic, her hand occasionally raising to wave at the old fogeys puttering around in their cars. Smoke billowed from her exhaust, as she revved up the engine--oh why did this street have cars? Hell she couldn't even feel the wind in her hair!
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In the back seat of Mike's car, the Mightenya’s head leaned outside the open car---vehemently gesturing toward his trainer, with growls and headshakes. "Catch her, Catch her, Catch her." Little bitch would gloat over this for weeks if he got stuck moving like a old man. . .
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Post by desatio on May 12, 2009 21:59:14 GMT -5
He laughed to himself. "Something funny? I think I should wait until I'm fifty before I start trying something funny with girls half my age," he said as eh stuck his tongue out at her.
"When on earth did I say anything about encouraging non-violence? Everyone needs a good rap to the head occasionally," he mumbled as he revved the engine, noticing how quick this kid was moving. Her bikes was nimble, but this old car wasn't a weak toy either. "Hold on, mate. You think I'm gonna let this chick show off without keeping up?"
And with that he stared rolling weaving and bobbing through the traffic with some impressive grace for a car that was a big as this old convertible. He as tailing her pretty tight, but trying to avoid riding her too much. Manners, after all.
He looked over at the dog. "So tell me, is she always this crazy? Or did I just pick a weird night to bump into this chick?" He said with a slight laugh, listening as the radio played some low-grade hard rock, which was perfect for weaving through this mess of traffic. "Who's out at this time of night? Can't be this many loonies, can there?"
He followed her around a corner, drifting and burning across the pavement before accelerating right next to her. At least she kenw how to use her bike properly...
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Post by Madd on May 15, 2009 20:57:05 GMT -5
The girl resisted the childish urge to return the gesture, and instead replied with a rather snarky: "Wait for fifty? I thought you were already older then that." Maybe, that had been the wrong thing to say aloud--but Mike had taken it as a joke. Surprisingly enough, the girl found she believed him--and even if she hadn't it would be a easy matter to ward him off. After all . .one well-placed kick from a flaming foot and he'd light up like a Christmas tree. At the very thought of lift her foot to snap at Mike, her abdominal muscles protested with another bout of pain. Turning away from Mike, the girl gritted her teeth until it dissolved back into a dull ache.
In the dim light of the alley it was hard to see the fur-like substance pooling around her feet, but when starlight hit it the stuff lit up like fire. Pausing to stuff the morph-substance back into her boot, she threw her hands up in the air. This movement helped disguise another wince as she rose from her kneeling position, making a show of tightening a studded boot strap. 'Whoever the hell made you a therapist needs to be locked in the loony bin." The girl was only joking of course, Mike was the kind of guy she would want talking to her--he seemed honest.
As the car revved behind her, the little thug increased her speed. With a lead foot she continued to swerve through traffic, being sure to keep the bright glint of the convertible--and white of Mike in sight. What was the point of winning when you couldn't see their face when you kicked their ass? With a wild cackle, the girl lowered her body to her bike--her torso flush against the cool black metal, as her eyes caught her destination.
A green street sign flashed by, and then she turned ninety-degrees, her bike whining at the movement. The convertible was now behind her and at her side, a wicked smirk crawled across her face. Kicking gently at the convertible's bumper, she twisted into a nearby alleyway--making a slight u-turn around the nimble old monster as she did so. The smell of exhaust, and the exhilaration of racing upon her, the girl shut the engine off with a gentle pet at the cycle’s surface. The key was soon in her pocket--her bright eyes turned toward the opening of the alleyway.
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As Mike spoke, the Mightenya let out a frustrated growl: " Littl' bitch will gloat if you don't." The canine found himself slipping from the back seat, and to stop a embarrassing fall, he leaped nimbly into the front seat. Both of his ice blue eyes remained riveted on the gleaming petal--thing was not even halfway to the floor! Screw traffic! The sight of the girl's exhaust mere feet from the windshield was driving the canine into a howling frenzy.
The wind buffeted his muzzle, ruffling his rough hair, as he rose to a half-stand leaning against the windshield. No wonder she rode that thing all the time! The city was a blur of lights, mixed with the familiar smells of trash and pollution. SO surreal. . and so much fun.
As Mike asked another question, Yakuza found himself in a nice enough answer to answer without a threat: "Nah--she’s usually more fuckin' nuts !" Why not tell the fella the truth?
As they drew up even, the canine's head darted out from the side of the car, and nipped playfully at her arm. In return he received a faceful of exhaust.
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Post by desatio on May 16, 2009 17:37:24 GMT -5
Desatio grinned, ignoring he alley and spinning out to loop. "She might turn tighter, but I've got a bigger engine," he said with a wicked girl as he slammed on the pedal full-speed, drifted another corner and revved, just barely cutting her off before stopping.
He smirked, slowly getting out of the car. "You know, for a skinny chick on a light bike, you drive pretty damn well," he said with a grin. "Oh, and call me fifty again and I won't take it easy on my car next time," he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes.
He looked around. "So this is the place? Looks good to me," he said with a smirk. "So, how long you been in this town, anyhow? It seems a little on the wilder side, kinda like this Casino town I interned at back in high-school," he then smiled.
He liked the area. Definitely a little seedy and not the nicest part of town. Good place for a burger, a beer, and a few lame jokes, though. The crowd didn't seem too uptight, which was nice. Last thing he needed was another piece of good luck.
Something flashed across his mind. This woman had something odd about her legs. It look kind of like fire. Oh well, probably nothing too major.
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Post by Madd on May 18, 2009 19:13:04 GMT -5
When Desatio made his statement, Yakuza let out a challenging bark, staring greedily at the taillight just ahead. The soot-colored goggles amplified his ice-colored eyes, making them glow. The car banked tightly to the left--and the Mightenya smashed into the dashboard, his belly pointing up at the sky. The smell of exhaust rested heavily in his nose, but as he turned to see the bike idling behind him triumph settled in. "This babe has some real get up and go~Thanks Mikey--." The normally rage-filled hound, seemed to be on cloud nine at the moment.
A certain sway of his hips, a rhythmic swishing of his tail--and a very obvious swagger made his euphoria all the more obvious. With two successive jumps, he launched from the front seat--to the plush back, before leaping onto the glossy trunk. The canine's blunt claws scrabbled for a hold--touching lightly enough not to leave a scratch--in order not to leave his dignity behind, Yakuza took a mighty leap toward the pavement, landing in a graceful crouch. In the space of a millisecond he went from smug-cat, to ice-skating polar-bear, to a prowling predator. "We win bitch~" It appeared that word was his version of a affectionate nickname, or a victor's right.
With a few loping strides, the canine drew even with his trainer, a wicked scowl on his face. "Mutt~I stopped first--and . .ya got a little something . . right . .here." With her gloved hands the girl rubbed all over her face--chuckling as she did so. Turning toward Mike, as her hound let loose a string of curses, she grinned: "I hope so~I better know how to work my baby." the girl affectionately patted the leather-seat of the bike, before adding quickly: "--and this bike ain't no lightweight--beat your hunk-of-iron." At the threat, she merely shrugged: " That too young for ya? How about sixty--makin' ya feel all old and wise yet?" Quickly, the girl pulled the key out, before chaining the bike against a nearby light pole. A padlock from god knows where--secured it. " I love coming here . .for various reasons . ." it was at that moment that the canine at her side glanced up--one look at the giant plastic sign in rainbow colors--and he let out a curse. "NOT SLAPPYS COME ON!" Madd chuckled.
"I've only been here about a year. .got a nice little apartment--and before that I traveled around for a coupla of months." The girl answered simply, scanning Mike. "You don' look like no city . .man. . .that town even exist anymore?" Frankly, she had never heard of a casino-city. .casinos themselves sure. --
Ducking into the room, the loud sound of children's carols rang about the room--the entire place was a giant mosaic of checks, and bright colors--red tables on a rainbow tiled floor. Bright colored tablecloths covered all the tables, and the place was one of chaos.
. . .but surprisingly it looked quite a bit like chuck-e-cheeses.
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Maybe Madd had gotten the wrong place?
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Post by desatio on May 20, 2009 2:59:14 GMT -5
Mike laughed. "Actually, I'm only a little past thirty. Still in my prime, even if I am a big ugly mug," he said with a grin. "You guys argue almost as much as me and Dhanus," he said, smiling weakly.
He then walked in, noticing the children. "Remember how you were asking me how I became a psychiatrist? I'll give ya a hint. Half of the reason we're both here right now is why I'm a good shrink."
He then chuckled as Zinn came out of his pokeball, looking up at him. "How was the bar?" the Medicham asked in a soft, almost serene voice. He then noticed the smell of food. "Getting a bite?"
Michael nodded. "Yeah. Madd, this is Zinn. Zinn, this is Madd," he then blinked, as if momentarily forgetting something. "And the fellah on all fours is Yakuza."
Zinn bowed to both of them, not seeming formal while doing it, though. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Zinn smiled to himself, although you could barely tell with his rather still and almost serene movements.
Mike nodded. "Zinn and I have been friends for heaven knows how long. Ain't that right, Zinn."
Zinn almost chuckled, but not quite. "If by friends you mean I tend to pull your ass out of the fire when you beg me, then I suppose it's a good term."
Michael arched an eyebrow beneath the bandages. "My ass? Who's the one who need to be pulled out of the quicksand?"
"At least I've never woken up handcuffed to a dumpster," he coolly replied, never missing a beat of verbal sparring with his old friend.
"And I've never gotten tied up and held for ransom by twelve-year-old kids," Michael said. with that, he followed Mad in side, enjoying the view of what looked like a kid's restaurant. "So the burgers here are good, right."
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Post by Madd on Jul 14, 2009 20:54:46 GMT -5
"Hrm--really had pinned you for older--but I guess looking like King Tut does things to people's age-markers." Pausing Madd returned the man's grin with a sly wink, shoving a hand into the tight pocket of her pants. The girl's fingers briefly wrapped around the second pack of cigarettes lurking there before pausing, and turning back to Mike. " .. you're not very big." The grin twisted into a teasing smirk, as Madd reached up to pat the taller fellow on the shoulder, the expression on his face caused her to draw back. "What's with the sad face compadre ? Who's Dhanus?" A old dead pokemon? A bad memory? A boyfriend? Twisting around to look at the swaggering mutt at her side, Madd raised a n eyebrow at Desatio. " I truly doubt you argue like we do .. . hard feat to accomplish." The canine took the opportunity to verbally backslap his trainer: "Madd's a one of a kind bitch." The evil laughter in his mind died away , as his trainer fixed him with a glare [which he could feel through the thick goggles] and stated in a singsong voice: "Idiots like Yakuza are hard to come by." The pair's words dissolved into argumentative whispers, a kick in the shin later and they walked into the restaurant, the hound adding in his loud complaint about the destination.
Madd seemed more then a bit confused at Desatio's next statement, but instead of asking questions merely followed his eyes. " You have a thing for kids Mikey?" The little things were like cockroaches, crawling over everything, carrying diseases from place to place, and hiding in cubby holes. They were not something she wanted to deal with. Judging by the growl rumbling in Yakuza's chest he was not anxious to deal with the little brats either. "Loudmouths ..i they try pulling my tail again someone’s losing fingers ..maybe you Madd.."
The bitching was ignored as the new creature made his presence known. It was red and grey with spindly little noodle limbs,. It looked like it was wearing mushroom on its head. The girl had no idea what it was, but it didn't stop her from inclining her head at the introduction. "Yo, pleasure." The Mightenya let out a warning bark, at Desatio's faux forgetfulness, bastard toying with him. After finally getting his introduction the canine merely tossed his head, the very image of smug.
Madd sat down at a nearby table, her black-fabric covered tush sinking into a neon blue cushion. A menu was now clutched in her hand, as the girl leaned back, her boots hooked on the inner ring of the little round tabletop. Yakuza laid down at her side, eyeing the children wallowing through the ball pit with obvious distaste. On the loud speakers above, high-pitched children songs blared, drowning out the conversations of other tables. Flickering her attention briefly from the menu in her hand, Madd watched the pair argue. "You sitting down or can I order?" Madd asked as it continued, maybe she could ask question s about it later.
At Desatio's question, Madd shrugged. "I guess so... but I come here to mess with the arcade. They have pizza". The tone of her voice was slightly surly, but filled with a tone of mystery.
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Post by desatio on Jul 16, 2009 1:15:36 GMT -5
Michael shook his head. "Not the kids, just the energy. The two things that made me good as a boxer still make me a good psychiatrist. I can read people pretty well, and I can take a lot of pressure. The fact that Iv'e switched form bodies to minds is jsut a sign of slowing down at my age," he said with a snicker.
"Dhanus?" Zinn inquired. "What about the crazy boulder?"
Mike smirked. "Just remembering some of our rather bizarre debates."
Zinn quickly intoned back. "Better than the sparring matches. Waste of good furniture, that."
"Not my fault he can't use his telekinesis more creatively than just chucking things at me," Mike said with a shrug. "Although, I wish he'd stop using the nice desks. I like those desks," he then sat down. "Yeah, pizza sounds good. I'll let you pick the the toppings, I ain't picky," he said with a shrug. He then turned toward Zinn. "You want anything, wire-limbs?"
Zinn shook his head. "I ate yesterday, I'll probably be fine for another day or so. Actually, some water would be nice, come to think of it."
"Zinn changed his mind about something? alert the media," Mike said with a smirk.
"Even a waterfall must break it rhythm upon occasion," Zinn said.
Michael just shook his large head slowly. "Where do you get this stuff?" He said with a grin.
"I though it was obvious," Zinn said, not even flinching. "I steal day calenders."
Between the dry delivery and Zinn's punchline, Michael couldn't help but laugh at this truly moronic joke.
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Post by Madd on Jul 19, 2009 22:52:50 GMT -5
Madd listened to Desatio speak, with half an eye, the other followed the kids fleeing about from table to table. The canine at her feet let out a growl, those voices hurt his ears! "So's that gut Mikey-- but with all that energy do you wanna go play in the ball spit?" The girl joined in with a laugh of her own, picking up a crimson ball as it rolled across the floor. Tossing it back and forth between her gloved hands Madd smirked, before throwing it underhand into the ball pit--the thing lodged into the net lining the back wall, thin tendrils of smoke poured off of it. Blowing on her hand, Madd winked at Mike.
" .. A big boulder? So a crazy rock?" When it came to the world of pokemon, Madd was like a duckling in a new pond. The girl could tell you what people did for a living, where to find the food, the drugs, and the sex--but not the differencei n a Rattata and a pikachu. It seemed in Remoor people took that stuff for granted. Hopefully her ignorance was not obvious, well, very obvious. The conversation then dissolved into more walks down memory lane between Desatio and his pokemon. Something about sparring matches--which she kenw about, and debates [which usually became sparring matches for her]. " I wish yakuza would quit using my bed as a nest--its downright annoying. Telekinises? huh. Supposedly that runs in my family--though to me if its not in a pokemon thing ... its absolute bullsh--" A five year old chose that time to run past the table, and Madd shut her mouth. The girl leto ut a relieved sigh when the other group sat down, craning her head back to look at them was starting to bother her. " Me? Well--I just want my half cheese. Yakuza is the topping master." The Mightenya looked up with a grin. "Other half is meat lovers--with pineapples and anchovies. Not to mention some little brats fingersi f anymore try to tug on my tai--" Lunging backward, the hound snarled at a inquisitive toodler, who was now holding a fistful of ebony hair.
At Zinn's refusal of food, Madd stared at him like he had grown a second head. " You don't know what you're missing Mr. Anorexic. " Maybe after she stuffed herself with pizza, the trainer would leave--zoom off on her bike and leave yakuza to find his own way home. If he kept attacking toddlers like that--one of them was going to the pound, and it wasn't her. Wrapping a meaty hand around the hound, the girl drug him back, before pinning his tail under the table with a thick-boot.
The waitress arrived, staring at the odd company with her hands poised over the paper. Madd clicked her tongue against her cheek, drawing the attention of the slacker. "Yo--sweetcheeks--quit stairing, I know my friends are handsome, no reason to stare. You guys want two pizzas or what?" The waitress obviously was not used to good comapny..or at least odd company.
The girl--a blonde, who looked a few years older then Madd-- rolled her eyes. "What about drinks?"
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Post by desatio on Jul 21, 2009 1:01:45 GMT -5
Michael grinned as he saw her pick up the ball and toss it. He also noticed the smoke. "Nice fireworks, sparky," he said with a chuckle, "but you might wanan watch yourself, I think it's non-smoking."
He nodded. "Yeah, Dhanus is this pokemon called a solrock. They're weird floaty psychic rock thingies that looks a little like the sun," he said with a smirk. He then listened to them talk for a bit and smiled.
He then listened. He nodded at both of their toppings, chucking at the Mightenya's choice of toppings. "Sounds interesting, I'll try some. Probably need a few breath mints afterwards, but them's the breaks."
Zinn just snickered at Madd's comment. "I tend towards food like most people tend towards sex. I don't need it often, but when I do, I make sure it's very, very good food."
"Like more discriminating people, anyways," Mike said, honestly surprised that Zinn would even say something like that out loud. "Some of my clients don't csre if it's good or bad as long as they get some."
Zinn shrugged. "Some of your clients are also under the impression they can fly," he said dryly. "Remember, you do tend to specialize in the rather...uniquely disturbed."
Mike noticed the stare from the lady, but couldn't care less.
Mike nodded as the waitress came up. "Two larges, just in case Skinny Zinny here decides to change his mind."
"I won't," the Medicham said with a shrug.
"Then I'll save you some leftovers, if there are any."
"As you like it," the Medicham mumbled.
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Post by Madd on Jul 21, 2009 16:23:20 GMT -5
" Sparky?Did I really deserve that? " Turning towar Mike with a grin, she had an urge to pull another cigarette out of her breast pocket--call it a rebellious urge. Dropping her hand back to her side, she managed to resist the temptation. Casting a quick glance around the room she attempted to hut down the nonj-smoking sign. " Ya know--I don't see a sign Mikey . What's the point in the stupid smoke free places anyway ? The entire kitchen is a smoke hazard--and we get in trouble for cigarettes." The lack of ashtrays on the table, and all the kids should have been a dead giveaway that this place was cigarette free. Not that Madd cared. "Anymore balls around here -- ? That was kinda fun, and that jerk kid over there is asking for it. I promise I won't ..hurt him..too bad." At the side of the ball-pit a boy [probably about 12] stood with his arms on his hips, a dark colored foot was dipped into the ball pit-- right in the middle of two waving arms. It was like the boy was trying to drown a companion in a technicolor ocean--of germ-covered balls. It would be humorous if not for the wicked grin on the "murderer's" face.
The Mightenya under the table stared at the bullying kid with daggers---the kid had balls. Problem was, he was annoying and no one would mind him being ripped apart. Lifting his shaggy head from the ground, the bright blue eyes of the Mightenya quietly asked Madd for permission. No reply came, but her boot remained planted on his tail.
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"Solrock. Kinda looks like a funky sun. Sol means sun in some weird ass language." Screw the kids. It had been hard enough to censor herself earlier. Pulling in her free leg, Maddl aid it against the supports of her chair with a sigh. The Straw like fur along the top sttled down with it. For some odd reason--she did not care if Desatio knew she was a morph. No doubt she could take him--and besides who would believe him? Most folks thought morphs looked like centaurs, not 'harmless' butch girls sitting in a children's restaurant.
"Of course you won't mind. I'd get it anyway." The Mutt growled under the table, his brow darkened in anger, the girl quickly ordered the food, adding drinks, before joining back in the conversation.
"That was not a disgusting thought at all Zinny. Sex with pizza." It was rather hard not to shiver, pizza sex. Then Mike had to join in, and Madd started to cough. "eew. Sex with mummy man --even worse..." Frankly, she was one of those pretty discriminatory people, sex. Eew. Desatio was now casting himself as a PIMP, and e ven though that was obviousy not what he was talking about--the image was permanently stamped on her brain.
The waitresss raised a manicured eyebrow, before turing around and pushing her way toward the counter. The rainbow colored apron wrapped orund her wasit bobbed back and forth--the folds followed by both madd and Yakuza.
"So.....if you two are done flirting? What you wanna do while they cook?" The girl's face split in a smirk, as she eyed Desatio and Zinn.
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