LEMMIE IN! [Open... save Winston!]

[Winston]

[Short post ;.;]

“Hello?”

Normally, he did not make such a racket, as he found making a racket made people angry. Earlier he had done so with his dear Gri, as the two of them were running down the hallways, shouting about how amazing it was to be alive. He did not remember which of the higher ups yelled at him to quiet down, but they did. One would think that, as the Pravus Admin, he would not have this big of an issue, but he did.

Seeing as he was purely there to make sure people had someone to shoot at…

He gave the door a kick before pouting at it. This thing would just not open! That would probably be why he needed his card, which was still inside, set on his desk, next to Gri, who was taking a nap. Oh, now he wanted a nap!

Letting out a sigh, he slammed his head against the large, metal surface. It made a resounding ‘bang’ before letting him fall over in a collapsed position. That was if doors could let things happen…

He still fell with a resounding ‘thud,’ but that was all his own doing. The door really had nothing to do with it at all. It was a door, what could it do?

Clearly it could block someone’s path, but it had not done anything to this poor sap, who just happened to forget his own card…

Maybe it should open right onto his head. Yeah, that would make this idiot stop whatever it was he was doing. It hurt, being smacked like that. Quite a bit, actually.

Winston rubbed his head with his hand and snorted angrily. What kind of evil door was this anyways?

He kicked it from where he was sitting, letting the door make a nice ringing noise before slumping in a lying position down on the ground beneath him. How absolutely uncivil of this door! It should have more manners!

Of course, the door was probably thinking the same, exact thing of him. He really should have been more courteous to doors.

Nah.

He stood up once more, mind on getting past this meany door, when he realized something slightly more important.

“My suit!”

He had gotten the thing quite dirty, and, though some of it was being covered by his wonderful Empoleon armor, he suddenly felt like he just spit on his mother’s grave and then tried to pee on it.

Have you ever tried to pee while in Empoleon armor? It is rather difficult.

“STUPID DOOR! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!” he shouted angrily, violently kicking the thing in front of him, tears starting to form, “MOMMY SENT ME THIS!”

[Naoji Tanaka]

[/i]

Was someone trying to break in?

From around the corner- on the outside, of course- came a younger male. His blue hair fell over his face in a mess, as usual, and his matching blue eyes contrasted greatly against his pale skin. He was about this wild man's height, possibly taller, but his clothing certainly wasn't as valuable. A simply green jacket with white fur collar, tan jeans and matching shoes. Beneath his jacket he would be wearing an orange shirt, but the jacket was buttoned up tight against the non-existent cold. And yet, still, the boy looked as if he were walking through the snow, his pace slow and his breathing obviously chills. His shoulders were hunched as if to keep the cold from reaching passed the fur to his neck. He looked strange this way, especially in summer, but there was a good reason for this.

Unlike this fakemorph, this young man approaching him was a Glacemorph. The Glaceon morph of Pravus, and one of the newer recruits.

A real Glaceon, small and petite, traveled at his side. She looked up at the man shouting and complaining and looked up at her master in question, and he only responded with a blank stare before looking back at the elder man.

"Excuse me, are you looking to get in?"

With his hands shoved into his pockets, left hand grasping the entry card while the other held on to a Pokeball, hr stopped a fair distance away. He hadn't yet met the President of Pravus, so he wouldn't be able to recognize him. All he knew was that this man was beating at the door and obviously had no pass key. In that case, he may as well be trying to break and enter in an unnecessary fashion, or he could be a forgetful man who simply left his key elsewhere and no one was answering his cries.

Such a fancy getup, and yet it seems he's been laying around in the dirt. This man doesn't seem too bright, but I can't immediately call him an idiot. There are plenty of characters that are simply more relaxed and... fun, but everyone knows a Pokemon reflects their master and sometimes the most carefree characters turn out to be powerful trainers.

However, I could just be overestimating him.

The boy raised a brow, awaiting a response. Glaceon, uncomfortable with the man's unrestrained behavior, stood slightly behind her trained. She, herself, was hardly even a year in age and was only at level 4, but even she understood that a crazy man could have stronger Pokemon.

Both, however, appeared outwardly calm. It was a trait they shared. Glacemorph and Glaceon. Both ice types, and both in no hurry to get anywhere. There was little to do, surprisingly. It was such a pity. He wouldn't reach Colonel level like this.[/size][/ul]

[Winston]

He froze as he sat in his spot, looking like a little five year old child. The way things were working out, it did not look good in his favor, so it was probably best to play along with whatever he felt was necessary...

Standing up, he wiped the dirt and dust from both suit and armor, as if they both mattered very dearly to him, which, of course they did. Why would they not? Pravus gave him this technological wonder that he was wearing now, and his mother gave him the suit he was attempting to wear under/over it. Not that that worked, already it was torn in places made for him to attempt to fit the thing.

He felt a little ashamed at that, but that was hours ago, when he attempted to put the suit on. Sure, his mother knew that he had turned into an Empoleon morph (... well, that was what everyone thought he was anyways), but she did not fit the suit for his armor. Poor mother of his... the next time she would see him in the newspaper, it would be in his armor and not the suit she gave him... He felt so bad sometimes.

But now, he had to be his Empoleon morph, President self. Hopefully whoever he was about to talk to could care less what this man was like. Everyone was either too emotional or emotionless in Pravus, so it did not matter, now did it?

"Yes..." he said, clearing his throat, "It seems my Gri-Gri has run off with my keycard..."

Lies. With his luck, it was sitting on his desk right now and it was probably not going to even be touched by the time he got there... unless Vin found out that Winston was not in the building and wondered where the man went off to...

"And I was just making sure this door could take some abuse..."

He kicked the door again before returning his attention to this other man.

"It looks very much like it can..."

Now, regardless of whether he looked like an idiot or not, he now knew that the door could take abuse and that there was a....... Glaceon Morph? ... wandering around Pravus. New member he must not have known much about or something... he was looking through the personnel files when he was last upstairs in his office...

"You wouldn't happen to wanna let little ol' me in, now would you?" he asked, a large grin on his face, seen just under the 'beak' of his armor.

[Naoji Tanaka]

[/i] to fool him? He wasn't a very good liar. Probably just as he had seen earlier this man was not a very serious one. At least, it wasn't a personality trait. He was probably extremely carefree, which seemed odd for a Pravus to have, though there was always a character like that no matter what time of group you join. It could also be just as likely that this was that particular character.

"Gri-Gri?" He echoed, narrowing his eyes slightly. He must have meant a Pokemon, possibly his own. It would have been much better if he had simply lied, especially as he continued on. The boy could only mentally facepalm at his excuse for beating on the door. It was more than obvious that this hadn't been the case, but instead of feeling annoyed he could only smile in response. An odd reaction, especially for him, but he couldn't seem to help it. This man was, in a way, amusing to watch and a lot less intense than some of the member's he has seen thus far.

He nodded at the man's question, but didn't bother to reach for the card. Instead he gave a low chuckle and looked down at Glaceon. She looked back up in question, almost visibly asking if he would really give the card key up, and the boy simply shook his head before looking back at the older man.

"Do you have any sort of identification?" He asked. He wasn't about to let someone in who he didn't know was a Pravus into the Headquarters. That wouldn't be the best thing to have written down for the President to view.



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[Winston]

"Gri-Gri. She's my faithful Grista companion."

He seemed proud of this fact, as if he were five years old, displaying something awesome for his mother to see. He was proud of his Pokemon, even though one of them was currently one of his own... officially anyways. He had control over the other five, if they let him. Sometimes they did, sometimes they did not. Except De-De. Something was up with that bird, and he could not for the life of him figure out what it was.

The large grin on his lips faded ever so lightly as the mention of identification was brought up. Did the boy not know who he was? He was the President of Pravus for Arceus's sake!

How ironic. Any other time, he would be in this boy's shoes, demanding to know if the one trying to get in also had identification of some sort. If Winston did, it would be on the keycard, meant specifically for him... which was nowhere near here right now.

Oh if ONLY a very convenient VINSASSIN was patrolling around for him at this VERY IMPORTANT moment, it would clear the whole situation up immediately.

But, of course, Winston was never that lucky. His luck stopped at getting the position of President, and not a moment too soon it seemed. Not only did he lose his very valuable, bright blue stapler, but he kept getting yelled at by people who kept calling him 'Mister President.' If he was the President, why was he being yelled at and bossed around!? Huh!?

Oh. Wait. Boy... in front of him... in dire need of an answer, or Winston would never get back into the building, and would probably be left to Pravus security...

Eek.

He shook his head, expression suddenly growing serious, as if what he was about to do was a matter of the utmost importance.

"Sadly, I do not," he admitted, shrugging his large, Empoleon-like shoulders, "But I must press how important it is for me to get into this building. If you have the time... you can keep a good eye on me, and take me right to the President's Office so that we may straighten this whole mess out."

He let the boy think about this a moment.

"I don't expect you to lay any trust in me, but may I point out that if I was not Pravus, I would surely be dead? How in the world could I get past all that security if I was not on this side of it to begin with? And if I was making so much of a racket, someone would surely be sending someone down to take care of me.... and I've been at this for about half an hour... They would have sent someone by now..."

If one wanted to get past the Pravus security, they either had to be already dead or part of Pravus to begin with. Rare was the occasion a non-Pravus member was brought through these doors, and when it happened, it was either because they were about to die at the hands of one of the many members inside, or because they were about to become part of Pravus itself.

Nevermind the fact that if he was a Pokemorph and not in Pravus, he would indeed be rather dead... Pravus tended to not like it when people did that... become Pokemorphs and defect from Pravus that was...

"So, what do you say?"