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Post by desatio on Jul 28, 2009 1:55:35 GMT -5
Desatio had a hard time not laughing for a long while. It had been a long time since he and Zinn had actually been able to joke around with people.
Zinn just shrugged. "I suppose it was a rather...strange comparison. Then again, I suppose I wouldn't work for this man if I didn't have at least a few loose screws, after all..." he still didn't make so much as a movement, even though there was laughter in his voice.
Mike just nodded. "I suppose we all have our odd speech." He then blinked at Madd's comment, realizing what he said. He decided to shrug off the comment. "As if you could keep up? Everyone's so quick to judge on appearances. That why you hide yours?" He said as he gestured to her leg, indicating flatly that he was what he saw. "Not like I care. Nobody in this region's normal. Some of us are just better at pretending than others," he said with a laugh.
Zinn chuckled again at the "flirting" comment. "Humans always seem to think everything is a pick-up line," he said with a laugh. "Regardless, Desatio's more preferential to humans and women. Me, well, that's complicated," he said, rolling his shoulders.
Mike shrugged. "You'll have to forgive Zinn here. He's got a warped sense of humor--not certain if he got it from me or my father, in all honesty."
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Post by Madd on Jul 29, 2009 22:02:06 GMT -5
" More then a few Zinny~ You could build a house out of all the ones bouncing around Yaku;'s thick skull." A warning growl emanated from the shadow's beneath the table, blue eyes glowering at the boot balanced on a thick tail. Occasionally, the boot would shit--Madd's leg vibrating underneath the table to some unseen tune. It hurt--and the bitch decided to make fun of his sanity? BITCH. "What's that say about you?" The next boot-drop was the opposite of gentle, minuscule little spikes embedded in the thick leather, poked at the Mightenya's thick skin, and the hound let out a howl, arching his back, so that the table tiltted dangerously toward his trainer. When the pain faded, he glared up into the brightly colored ceiling, then ext words a pained hiss. "Watch it. You." "Watch your tail..some mean hearted person might ..stomp on it." Another disgruntled growl--and the Mightenya laid back down, listening to the conversation with disinterest. What did he care about pizza sex? Or sex? Humans. It wasn';t even spring yet--and here they were discussing it. Horndogs.
"Keep up with an old man? HEH. My grandma could keep up with you~" Speaking of her bad-mouthed old granny, how was the goat getting along? It'd been about five years since she'd spoken to anyone in her family--assholes had up-and disappeared the second she had left home. Probably pushing up daisies--grinning like some banshee. Maybe she could call the old hag.
The chink of glasses on the table made Madd blink--and the young lady turned toward the water covered glasses with a grin. "Pizza will take about twenty minutes ...." The waitress made a point of keeping her eyes on the table--in order to avoid the bandages trailing from Desatio's arms. Some people always thought it was Halloween. Pausing halfway across the room--the waitress bent down to tie her shoes, listening to the conversation currently taking place at what she was calling the "Freakshow" table.
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Madd grinned up at Desatio. "Pretty botched job isn't it? Had no idea what they were doing--morons. Glad I caved their skulls in ...motherfuckers..." Checking to make sure that the tablecloth was firmly in place, Madd slowly slid off the boot--wigging her three gnarled toes--as they popped into shape. The boot constricted them, crushing fur, and muscle into a foot like shape--when it was much more like a birds foot, splayed and taloned. The other boot soon had the same treatment--the rising temperature under the table was cuasing the Mightenya to sweat--but even with his trainer's boot away from his poor-ol' tail he kept himself crouched. If you thought getting pummeled by a fifty-pound boot hurt, just try getting smashed by a molten-hot foot.
Nasty.
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" But you;re right people around here ain't normal--glad it makes me blend in. In Kanto I'd stick out like a sore thumb~ as would you." Of course, Desatio obviously knew he wasn't normal. it was kind of hard with all the grubby fingers pointing at you, or halloween references being made. No doubt it quickly became tiresome to the man. " So...since you don't care about htis, nor do I--Since you knew this wasn't some new-fangled fashion accessory. Do you work for..who I think you work for?" Pravus , no doubt this was the kind of worker her uncle sought to jail. then again--the rumors were more then likely nothing more then lies. Only being here a year or two--she wasn't to intelligent about the whole company, but she did know that their name was whispered if spoken.
The again--if anything about the rumors were true--why would Desatio join? Besides an urge to pummel people he seemed as dangerous as a lamb. --
Madd instantly broke into hearty chuckles at Zinn's next comment. What an odd pokemon. " ..So ..complicated--feel free to explain we have time? What toasters?" The girl murmured with a grin--before turning to check Desatio. Had anything the Medicham said embarrassed him? It seemed that it hadn't.
Taking a long sip from the cold glass--Madd examined the bandaged man thorough a world of water and diamonds. " Your father had him too? What is Zinn a family heirloom?" A sharp laugh bounded up from under the table, where minutes later a bowl filled with water disappeared. Occasionally Madd winced as her dog began to slurp up the ice-cold liquid, purposely splashing it on her feet.
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Post by desatio on Jul 30, 2009 0:45:14 GMT -5
Desatio shrugged. "Your Grandma sounds like a tough old bird, if you'll pardon the pun," he then smiled weakly. "Regardless, never underestimate a man in his thirties," he said, sipping his water.
He then noticed the claw. "No wonder you were slouching on the fight. You need to get shoes that'll fit your feet, or you'll too slow when someone with a good hook comes along."
Zinn just shrugged. "Since when do you give advice to young women on clothing?"
Michael shrugged. "I dress better than most people on this island. And it doesn't take a fashion expert to know that shoes that bind your feet are about as practical as exploding pants."
Zinn nodded.
Desatio just seemed to nod. "Yeah, I work for them, they need a few good doctors. You aren't half as messed up as some of our other patients. But I've got no interest in letting them tag you and bind you. Total waste of time, honestly." He the noticed the waitress--again.
"Blondie, unless you want my phone number, see to the other guests. The dead man and biker already ordered, and you can relax, yeah? If we wanted to tear the place up, it'd already be broken," he said as he pick up a marble off of the floor, flicking it at the twelve-year-old bully long enough to distract him as he was tackled by his former victim. "Heh. It only takes one distraction to over throw a lot of people in power. Just have to tip that balance."
Zinn smiled at the girls' question. "Frankly, I take to the whole thing oddly. It comes and goes in waves...sort of an instinct, or more of a bad habit. Of course, the odd part is, I'm not attracted to physical things as much as I am to minds. It's a psychic thing."
Zinn then blushed, seemingly from surprise. "Family Heirloom? Well, at least you stopped calling this crispy-fried doctor old for a minute. I'm actually in my fifties, but I'm still....spry, I suppose is the right word," he said with a chuckle.
Michael nodded as the waitress gave him yet another dirty look. "You'd think they'd never seen a dead guy in fancy suit order a pizza before," he muttered with a half-smirk.
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Post by Madd on Jul 31, 2009 23:44:05 GMT -5
Chuckling along with Mike--encouraging him, Madd calmly replied: "Tough old bird? I bet--she'd knock your block off if you were slouching at her table. I might just knock it off too.. for kicks." In what seemed a form of rebellion, Madd wrapped her talons around the table's support, before allowing her muscles to relax--the chair slowly tilted backward. It now balanced on a single leg--Madd's toes turned the support red hot, molten metal drooped like candle-wax. Both of her arms crossed beneath her head--which she tilted back to survey the scene. The two boys from earlier were now locked in a friendly tussle, another was racing toward her overhanging head--his legs raising in what seemed to be an odd fashion. With an impact that shook the floor, the girl lowered herself back to the floor--the boy's tiny body clipped her hair--throwing it atop her head. " Hrm. Well--I was being generous with Granny." The girl was unable to hold a straight face, and instantly busted into laughter. Reaching a gloved hand across the table, she gently patted the air above Desatio's shoulder. "I'm sure you'd be able to keep up -- I mean besides the bandages. .and the beady eyes you're not too bad." The metal under the table cooled, now bent into a permanent "U".
Peering at Desatio for a moment, Madd blinked. Before murmuring sarcastically: "What ...clown shoes?" Under the table, Yakuza's breathy chuckle leaked out, before it was silenced with a gentle kick to the head. The girl flexed her feet again, watching them slice through the air--streaming fur like flames. It was rather pretty--if not unnerving. "Bah. Slouching? me? I was being nice." Stupid bar thug, that area was still tender to the touch--and that whole little stunt with the chair had brought back a deeper ache. It felt like he'd bruised a rib. Through narrowed lashes--and a yawn, the pokemorph watched the pair talk. " Exploding pants? Do they sell those? I want a pair." No doubt they would have that fresh out of the drier feeling, and would be a hit at parties. At least parties filled with kamikaze pilots, and drunk assassins.
Now extremely interested in the conversation--curiosity gleaming in her bright eyes. Madd leaned forward, an eyebrow raised in question, her elbows in front of her. " So..do they really do all that nasty stuff ? Rocket stole this science shit from them." The end of the statement however caused her to frown, was that a compliment, or an insult? "Waste of time? Screwed up patients? " What was she some kind of endangered species--tag and bind indeed.
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The waitress let out a whimper, raising to her feet before stumbling away. The girl tried to make herself look innocent, but her hurried step gave her away. A curious glance was thrown at the full table--then the kitchen door swung shut, obscuring her from view.
A few minutes later she popped bac out--with a warm pizza in her hands--being sure to glare at Desatio. --
Madd turned away from the door, ignoring Desatio's newest statement. What did that have to do with anything? Besides the fact that Pee-wee Herman in the ball pit had grown a backbone? Better not to ask, this man confused her sometimes or at least his pokemon did. " .. so.. you like brainy-women? Or .. just brains? Like a Zombie?" Pokemon were strange, why had they started chatting about sexual preferences anyway? " Since we're bring all this out on the table? Let's hear all about Yakuza and mops--eh Shaggy?" A moment of silence, and a growl. "SHUT UP--what about you and that bat?" "I love my bat--you looooooved that mop." A gruff mumble: "Go to hell."
" No. Doc still looks old. I was just saying--were you with Mikey's grampa as well?" Grinning like a demon, Madd turned toward Desatio, jabbing in the direction of the waitress' skirt, and laughing her ass off, before winking. The girl instantly blushed, and began to look for the source of the humor--the pizza waving dangerous on the tray.
" Such closed-minded people. I mean hasn't she ever had a Halloween?" Half dead men in suits were pretty common, or at least children dressed up as one.
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Post by desatio on Aug 3, 2009 16:43:51 GMT -5
Desatio laughed. "Beady? Rachel always thought my eyes were kind of piercing," he said with a shrug, laughing non-committally. "Mop? That's almost as bad as pining over a waterfall..." he said with a grin.
Zinn glared as him. "I wasn't 'pining' over the waterfall, I was endeared to the spirit in it," he said, rolling his eyes.
"All I know is that for a week you hiked up that mountain with me, and spent hours upon hours reciting bad love poetry to a waterfall," Michael said dryly. "I can't confirm what you claimed to see there."
"If we're gonna talk about Recidios, maybe we should talk about the reason you even went on that hike, a certain redhead if memory serves," Zinn said with a shrug.
Michael simply ignored him and noticed her agitation. "No offense, but Pravus would simply try to make you follow orders or kill you. Frankly, I don't want the second option, and you don't strike me as the type who follows anyone's orders," he said with a shrug.
He rolled his eyes at the poor waitress. "Hon, if you're gonna stare, take a picture. I'm certain I'll be on the news in a week or two anyway. Usually am."
He then looked back towards Madd. "As for my taste in woman, I tend to fall for my co-workers. most of them are the brainy type, I guess. But they also need to have guts, which is unfortuantely lacking these days."
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Post by Madd on Aug 4, 2009 13:59:06 GMT -5
"Rachel? Hate that name...makes me think of prissy little rich girls. Besides was that before or after you were embalmed Mikey?" No doubt there was a big difference, in this hulking white-sheet of a man, and the man without the wraps. In fact, with all the white blinding her, Madd could barely make out Desatio's eyes. The next statement drew a chuckle from Madd. " A waterfall really? Did she --or was it a he? Speak to you like a babbling brook Zin?" A grin covered the girl's face, pulling at the powerful muscles scattered around her jaw. " ... bad love poetry? You mean out there..some of its good?" The girl's eyes glowed like cooling embers staring at Zinn with more then a bit of friendly mirth.
These guys weren't so bad. it had been a long time--since she had met someone so honest.
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"Redheads. huh. Might be one of my relatives..fucking carrot-tops all. Aubre's is way more .. red then mine though. " Where had that mousy little girl run off to? Hell. Maybe if she had someone actually talk to her, she'd quit being such a wimp, and act like she used to act before the "incident".
When Desatio began to speak again, Madd merely dropped her shoulders in a shrug. " If I respect them.. if the order's make not a lick of sense..and the person giving them is a moron, then no I guess not." The girl appreciated his honesty. No beating around te bush, simple, straightforward, and judging by the way he said it. All true. " Don't you..aren't you not supposed to talk about them?" Wasn't it kind of like the CIA? Once you were in, you were allowed to tell no one?
"Brains...? Strange, most people swing toward beauty." Co-workers? It was kind of humorous to imagine Desatio working in a pretty place like the Pravus building, next to short little girls in glasses. In fact--the second one of the women turned around, with a pocket protector,a nd taped glasses--Madd laughed again. The laugh turned into a cough as pop bubbled up her nose, before splattering on the table.
Ah well.
Yakuza let out a disgusted sound under he table, backing away from his trainer's mess. ==
The waitress ignored Desatio's comments, and did not even bother to ponder what he meant. That entire table was a bunch of crazy freaks.
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Post by desatio on Aug 7, 2009 16:30:28 GMT -5
Michael laughed loud and hard. "Wild Rachel? Prissy?"
Zinn laughed as well. "Calling Rachel a prissy little rich girl is like calling a Gyarados a cuddly little fish. Girl, she was. But she was also one of the only people I've seen who could actually make Mike here cry uncle in a fight."
Michael nodded. "I remember this one time, we were walking down the street, and this guys' playing saxophone. I toss a few bucks in the case, he's pretty good. Anyhow, some kid tries to run by and grab a couple bucks out of his case. Rachel clotheslined the punk, took his wallet, and split the money with the saxophonist," he said shrugging.
He then smiled. "I don't see a resemblance, and I'm pretty certain the woman I'm currently after is a little older than you. She's about my age, I think...."
Zinn gave him a swat on the arm. "Stop swooning, loverboy." He then rolled his eyes. "Like I told him, the beautiful woman was in the waterfall."
Desatio shrugged. "Officially speaking, I don't discuss particulars of cases. Aside from that, I'm willing to admit I work for them. Unofficially, my boos is a total babe, my clients are total wrecks, and I think the only person you'd get along with in our group would probably take you on as an apprentice at beating the tar out of people."
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Post by Madd on Aug 8, 2009 1:41:57 GMT -5
" Well. Excuse me. I did not mean to insult her memory. A girl who can con a street performer out of cash, is a girl I can admire. Or at least compare battlescars with." The girl was now leaning back in the cushioned chair, grinning like a cheshire cat--or one who got the cheese. This Rache girl sounded rather itneresting: " Meet her in school?" Madd had no idea where other people found well ... love ... hell she never went to "college" like her father wanted and had never gone on an official date. Besides, the pizza was probably still a lump of cold dough, especially with the way the waitress was glaring. The arcade could only keep someone entertained for so long. SO idle chatter it was. "Wow. Not many of those left anymore~ and sides .. most people in my family are married, not interested ,or freaks. Like Uncle Thomas. Or Aubre." The girl's grin faded--maybe calling Aubre a freak was taking it a little far. After all she still cared about this shithole--and lacked the guts to deal with those war. Sure she belonged in therap--hey wasn't Mikey a therapist? No. Poor Aubre would run after seeing the bandages--even if the burns did make them very much alike.
"In the waterfall? Really? What did the pretty lady look like? All bubbly and frothy?" It was obvious that Madd was teasing the Medicham, the smile was slight, and seemed to threaten to burst out into laughter. A few snickers came from under the table.
The pair were not exactly the best at poetic speaking--it wasn't like there was actually someone IN the waterfall. Or at least someone with noodle limbs that would appeal to Zinn.
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"So this "babe" Named Rachel too?" What were the chanes of that? The girl was now leaning forward, chin balanced on two spread palms. Orange eyes glittered beneath veiled eyelids. " .. hey .. would his name happen to be Garth? I think I met him . We had an interesting conversation on a mountainside. Yakuza picked a fight with his Machop ..Rag or something. Then we went his seperate ways cause some maggot things were dirtying his dojo." What were the chances of that one? The girl had an urge to qquestion him about some of his crazy clients "unofficially". The waitress swooped by again, knocking into Madd's chair and silencing the unspoken question.
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Post by desatio on Aug 13, 2009 2:33:36 GMT -5
Mike simply nodded. "Yeah, Rachel was talented."
"Actually I met her at a conference. Most boring seminar I was ever forced to attend--and that saying something, you get stuck with a lot of boring things your'e forced to do when your'e a professor. Met her at lunch there, we agreed to break out. So I gave her an umbrella and ordered Zinn here to trigger the sprinkler system on my mark," he siad with a smirk.
Zinn nodded. "I don't think there's anything quite as funny as watching a bunch of stuffy professor run screaming from a light rain," he said in his soft, casual tone.
Michael decided to try a slice of the dog's rather unorthodox pizza. "Heh, that's actually a pretty good combo, Yakuza. Prolly gonna need enough breath mints to clean a bunk-house afterwards," he said with a laugh.
Zinn shook his head. "Actually, she was a pokemon, and she walked on all fours. She swam as gracefully as the river, and I only saw her briefly. But sometimes a brief glance is enough."
Mike shrugged. "If you say so." Mike then coughed a little when Mizu'Mii came up. "No, she's not quite as crazy as Rachel. Well, at least not crazy in the same way as Rachel."
Zinn smirked. "Yeah, but you swoon over her more stupidly than I did over the woman in the waterfall. And more importantly, " he said with a smirk, "At least I had the guts to try with the waterfall. When are you gonna man up and ask her out?"
Mike sighed. "Zinn, you know full well why I can't do that," he said cooly. He then grabbed another piece of pizza.
"Yeah." Zinn said dryly. "You're a wimp."
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Post by Madd on Aug 14, 2009 22:34:23 GMT -5
Why was it that those words sounded perverted? Maybe it was the fact that they came from a male's mouth, or just because of how the conversation had started. Inoring whatever connotations she had put on the words, the little thug who could asked the following--miracoulously avoiding a raised eyebrow, and little snicker. "Talented? In other things besides clotheslining defenseless young pickpockets?" Even though Madd managed to avoid teasing Desatio, a masculine snicker cut into ehr statement: "Kinda things Madd would eb good at if she actual--" A yelp was soon heard followed by some bad-tempered murmuring. It seemed the disembodied voice was in a bad mood again [disembodied voice = Yakuza]. "Wait when you're a professor? Also--I would love to give noodle arms a high-five for that, but I don't think I can reach across the table." The earlier statement slightly confused the girl, hopefully it was a slip of the tongue. But the images of suits running across a freshky mowed lawn, perfect hair horribly ruined by sprinklers, that in itself was enough to make the girl chuckle. In fact screw the high-five, she wnated to hug old noodle arms.
The girl followed suit, or at least on her plain half. Cheese dribbled from her mouth in long strings, slurped up like spaghetti seconds later. Sauce splashed at the side of her lips, and she ignored the general heat from the pizza.
Paws slammed down on the table to her left, a wide muzzle maneuvered the spatula, which was then yanked backward, a slice of the meaty conconction thudding on the surface. Dropping the now slobber covered utensil, Yakuza snatched up the piece laying on the table, quickly wolfing it down. "Oh yah. You sure it was a she?" The canine mumurued in between long gulps, his eyes glittering, and he was almost tiempted to compliment the food, until Madd did it. "Mm. You boys and your meat--mine tastes morel ike pizza. Also either of you demons breathe on me, and you'll be breathing through the back of your head." The comments about the "pokemon" were ignored by Madd--really, unless he was admiring a Vaporeon, she could not think of wha t it could be.
"Surely the crazy girl won't midn if you ask her out/What's the worst she could do to you?" The first piece of pizza was nothing more then a splatter of grease on the tips of Madd's fingers. The second now rested steaming in her palm. " ..makes you a wimp if you can't do that. Screw what people say about work place relationships."
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Post by desatio on Aug 19, 2009 2:29:45 GMT -5
Mike couldn't help but shrugs at this. "Actually, I was more referring to her knack for coming up with really entertaining ideas. And having a good getaway plan for when the cops showed up," he said with a snicker.
Zinn just laughed. "Heh. Even the academics--no ESPECIALLY the academics, need to learn to freak out and have a little fun now and again."
Desatio laughed. "Yeah, I was teaching advanced psychology a few years back. Honestly it was kind of fun. But I decided I needed more challenging work," he sid with a shrug.
Zinn nodded at Yakuza's inquiry. "Yes, with a beautiful voice, and a scent that just....well, it was pretty hot, you know?" he said, nodding at Yakuza. He was a Pokemon, he knew how it was.
Michael blinked. "How did you see and hear all this, and I missed it?" He said with a smirk.
Zinn picked a piece of pepperoni off the pizza and ate it. "Because you're human. Some things can't be smelled or head or seen. Also, I'm psychic, remember? Pizza's pretty good. Gotta remember this place."
"Knew you'd try a little," Desatio said. "Wimp? It isn't her I'm scared of. It's the competition. She's the hottest girl in Pravus easily, hell one of the best I've seen on this continent so far, and most of my co-workers bring flamethrowers and machine-guns to work. Honestly, I'm pretty certain she doesn't date to avoid infighting."
"No she doesn't date because everyone's afraid to ask her out. She wants a man with guts," Zinn said.
Mike nodded. "This more of your psychic talent?"
Zinn shook his head. "No, this is the intuition of a man who knows more about human women than he ever needed or wanted to. But that's life."
Mike shook his head. "As for being a wimp, when you're a gigantic man with looks so bad that you find you get less stares while wrapped up," he said, gesturing at his bandages matter-of-factly, "Then, you can talk to me about picking up girls and the meaning of fear," he then sighed as his phone rang.
Zinn frowned. "Now what?"
Desatio grabbed his phone and answered it. "Yes? It's my day off. No, I was not made aware of that. You're certain this qualifies as an emergency? Fine. Have Jordan handle it until I can return, send a pick-up crew to meet me at the Citadel's gates."
He frowned as he hung up on the phone. "I'm sorry, but apparently my co-workers can't handle a blasted thing."
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