s p i r a l i n g ▬ like an Autumn leaf

[meno]

The water pooling beneath the Cruiser's strong frame, cutting through the waves like butter, creating ripples in the shimmering liquid. The tangy taste of salt lingered in the air, the clean winds blew, and the Wingull's cawed as an ode to the afternoon sun which shone brightly.

And, Emyr Ceri was sick of all it. He hated this, the water, the sickening motion of the gaudy cruise liner shifting back and forth between the rocking waves. The air which held no repugnant stench of Volcano ashes, and those fucking annoying birds which wouldn't shut the Hell up, Emyr hated it all. Simply because he was getting terribly homesick, and because he had the biggest fear of water, it was a given, really, being a mixed 'morph of two Ground type Pok?mon, it was to be expected. But, truthfully, he was just making up excuses to be miserable, being the pessimist that he was, still he could've been happier, there was bright sides to this ordeal.

Thankfully he had gotten on the boat, do you know how hard it was to sneak in, looking like Emyr did? No, you don't, it was Hell, literally. Now he was sitting in a dark, damp, large room, filled with boxes and luggage parcels, since he didn't really have the funds to purchase a proper ticket for this up-tight, persnickety Cruiser, he had to sneak in and hide down the luggage room, which was near the bottom of the boat, thus it was closest to the water, and felt the initial shock of every moment the boat made. Which was the easiest explanation for the vomit in the corner of the luggage room, the Sandslash 'Morph was never good with water, never.

Well, there was another good side, since he was in the Luggage room, he had ripped through everyone's belongings, well everyone who was on the boat at least. The ride took a handful of hours, and Emyr had quickly gotten bored of just musing, and decided to rummage through other people's personal things, hey, why the fuck not? He was mainly looking for money, however, his wish never came to fruition, all he found was stupid articles of clothing, unmentionables and the like, which he promptly ripped holes through all of them. Oh, c'mon, it wasn't his fault, it was bound to happen, really. Afterwords, the Sandslash 'morph had stuffed all the belongings back into different bags, and received and mischievous feeling of pleasure, knowing the reactions of the people when they were to open their bags.

They were probably all human anyway, disgusting freaks. . .

And following all that horrid fun, was another handful hours of boredom, just thinking and musing. Emyr couldn't stop thinking about his parents, and. . .Fyn, obviously, he was doing all this for his deceased boyfriend, and possibly for himself as well, and personal gain of personal growth, to see the world, Emyr didn't know if that was appealing or scary, he didn't care anymore, he had gotten this far, he was going to go through with all this. He couldn't really go back to Cinnabar, now could he? He'd be thrown in jail for man-slaughter, so he ran, like a coward. Leaving his parents thinking who knows what, Emyr was even too scared to write to them, he'd leave them in confusion and anguish for a bit longer, until he could muster up the courage to do what he needed to do.

This whole Pokémon bit, he seriously wasn't ready for this. Sure, he may be one of them, and he had grown to the love the creatures that inhabited the Pokémon Mansion back home, but he knew that every creature wouldn't be like those ones, they had different personals, much like humans, to be truthful he was as nervous as Hell. But he's never admit that, Emyr would attempt to approach the situation as if he knew everything, pfft, like that ever work out, Emyr was expecting the Professor to take one look at him, scream and close the door. Believe that or not, Emyr got that a lot, he wouldn't doubt that it was happened again.

A soft murmur and feeling of vibration broke the red-head out of his deep thought, looking upwards from his sitting position, he figured it was the Captain over the PA, announced that they had arrived, which Emyr had assumed for a couple of minutes or so, the rocking of the boat had slowed down to a gentle caress, which suppressed Emyr's sea sickness. . .slightly.

"Took fucking long enough." The 'morph mumbled, heaving himself off and brushing his pants off, which had collected some dust from the dirty old room, ick. "Better get the fuck outta here before they come down to claim their luggage." He had gotten rather used to talking to himself, since no one wanted to be in the company of a freak like himself, it was to be expected. Kicking luggage as he quickly made his way out of that room that he hopefully wished he'd never be in again, Emyr attempted to be as discreet as possible, trying not to let anyone see him or come near him. However, looking like he does, that was never possible. Never.

As Emyr approached one of the large hallways, that lead to the dock, his soft green eyes quickly took in the scene, and insane amount of people were rushing out, all crowded in the tiny hall, there was no way to become unnoticed, Emyr actually pondered to go back and hide until the boat became emptier, but. . .as fate would have it, a single person turned around to make sure she had all her children with her and gasped as she spotted Emyr, and he could tell that she had to suppress a shriek. And then it was like the domino effect, more and more people turned around to stare at what the rude mother had gasped at, and nearly all of them had the same reaction.

Accepting what happened, Emyr stepped into proper lighting so everyone could get a better look at him. No shirt covered the top half of his body, thus all of the more vibrant spikes could easily be seen. Slowly the people in the crowded hall parted to the sides of the wall, making room for Emyr to get through, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, it was just like parting the Red Sea. As he walked, that path of isolation and attention he could hear others murmur, various things from; 'Oh my God', to 'Fascinating.' One person was actually courageous to approach Emyr and ask for a picture. Which he accepted and posed for, he loved this, he found it so hilarious, and at the same time, he hated it, how people could be so rude.

Heh, that's humans for you. . .

He had almost finished that long path, but a young woman's screech stopped him swiftly.

"H-hey! That's mine!" The teen girl screeched, pointing indignantly at one of the larger spikes on Emyr's back. It didn't take Emyr long to look back, and realize that he still had a woman's brassiere dangling from one of his spikes, it must've got caught when he was rummaging through all the luggage, well this was an interesting turn. However, the young women made no move to retrieve her undergarment, she just stood their shaking, with an angry expression plastered on her face. "Men. . .pigs." She murmured.

Humans, the real freaks. . .

The red-head decided to have a little fun, everyone was already watching with interest with what was going to happen next. "Hehe, c'mon, get closer, I can't reach it, gorgeous, you're going to have to get it yourself." Emyr explained smoothly, with a suave grin on his face, voice as smooth as silk. "I don't bite, promise." He added, winking a single green iris. It felt totally wrong to act this was, being a homosexual and whatnot, but hey, it was a human, mise well fuck around with'em right?

The attractive teen winced a bit, but she took a deep breath and took a couple steps toward Emyr, looking at all the people staring. The steps were small and slow, but she was able to make her way to let a hand extend to her own pink, strawberry printed bra, and removed it was shaky caution.

That's when Emyr decided to scare the girl out of her wits, he swiftly turned around to face her, and make sure to get closer then she wanted. "Pretty thing aren't you? Maybe I should cut you up into little pieces, they do say don't play with your food, however, maybe I should devour you whole." His voice was laced with malicious intent, that was hard to decipher whether it was real or fake. He brought one of his spiked hands closed to her face, and extended one finger and put the smallest cut on her cheek, which blood immediately started to swell from.

The young female just screamed and ran back into the crowd, hiding behind groups of people. Her punctured bra in her hand, her pretty blue eyes shaking with fear, ooh, how it brought delight to Emyr's heart, she got what she deserved anyway.

Chuckling a cruel laugh, Emyr winked once more and waved as kept walking the path, before he left he however, he turned his head and muttered darkly. "See you later, gorgeous." And out he went, praying dearly that he'd never see anyone of those freaks ever again. Figuring that he wasted enough time as it is, he quickly ignored the looks from a few people of Anglar's Warf, and started looking for the Laboratory he had been told of, which was fairly easy to find, believe it or not, the building was pretty big.

Still enjoying the young female's fear, Emyr let that feeling put himself in a good mood as he approached the Lab's large front door, he looked for a door bell, and upon not finding one, he did the only thing he could do, kicked the door harshly to make sure he'd get someone's attention inside. Well, he didn't really want to put anyone holes in the door, now did he?

[bijuu.]

This wasn't exactly what Lee had had in mind when he'd opted to actually stay home and do some work instead of running about worrying whether he'd make it to the next meeting on time or not, whether Toni noticed his shirt was untucked, his pants undone, or something even sillier, like that one time when the poor professor had actually been in such a hurry he'd pulled his underwear over his pants and shown up helter-skelter for his deadline, flashing Luvdisc-print boxers ▬ in his defense, they were shiny Luvdisc, and golden-yellow was a perfectly manly color. It didn't stop the other researchers from sticking it to him for weeks afterward with questions like "Got your lucky boxers, Lee?" or "Hey Lee, what's the design this time? Little Bunearies?"

It was enough to drive an honest man insane, and right now, Lee was fit to burst ▬ he'd been slaving over a research paper since early morning, while the little ones were sleeping, thinking he'd get it well and done long before they started wailing for breakfast; then he'd simply usher Toni and Jigsaw in to feed them, look in on how the critters were progressing, and perhaps get back to his work once they went down for a nap.

Obviously it wasn't going to go like he planned; one of the infant Charmander decided to have a nightmare and wake up at three a.m and drag the rest of the world with him. Since then, Lee had been a jittery wreck, flinching whenever one of his team spoke to him. Toni found it funny to see her master twitch like that, and approached him with innocent questions every five minutes just to see the vein pulse in his temple. After a while, Feud and Jacques had struck up a bet with Mordecai and Sniper, betting a whole week's worth of snacks on how quickly their trainer would snap, and whether or not Toni would be reprimanded and how.

Jigsaw had preferred to stay out of it this time, though he subconsciously schemed within his shell that Lee would surely not allow his little girl come to harm. He was proved wrong about three minutes later, when, once more, the Raichu bounced up to her owner with a ditsy smile and tugged on Lee's sleeve. Within two seconds, the electric mouse's mouth had been sealed shut with duct tape and the professor shoved aside the sheaf of papers he'd been furiously working on; further inspection proved Toni's latest interruption had been a critical one ▬ a jagged black line of ink surfed across the top sheet.

Before Lee could even begin a long-winded rant about how Toni was no longer a Pichu and couldn't go on acting that way, there came a sharp thud at the door, causing the unfortunate professor to jerk uncomfortably and cast a very slightly bloodshot stare at the front door. "Toni, make yourself useful and get the door; sooner we get rid of this guy the better. Then you can plan on emptying the litter boxes for the rest of the day." he finally snapped, removing his glasses and rubbing his face tiredly.

Outraged, the Raichu toddled to the front door, swinging it open with more aggression than intended and grazing her paw in the process when the slab of wood heaved inward. She loosed a muffled squeal in combination at both the sight of the newcomer and the pain erupting in her poor foot; then she managed to remember the duct tape on her face and rolled her eyes pointedly. Lee wanted to embarrass her, huh? Not quite having the willpower to rip off the silver tape, she beckoned Emyr inside, careful to avoid those lethal spines ▬ what in the world was he, anyway?

Fortunately, Lee had retained at least some form of courtesy, and moved forward to greet the 'morph warily; he'd never encountered something quite like this man, but new was only new for as long as it took to figure it out. "I'm professor Hemlock, and this is my laboratory. I trust you're after a Pokémon. Obviously. Hn... so let's get this over with. Trainer, breeder, coordinator, and what Pokémon?" the green-haired man queried, an irate clip quick to dominate his tone, though quite unintentionally.

[meno]

ooc: AW. <333 Luvdisc boxers? Poor bby. xDD

Wasn't this supposed to be exciting? Wasn't this supposed to make one jump for joy? Or convulse from anxiety? Wasn't it supposed to send your emotions haywire in an anticipation from starting your very own journey into the unknown? Wasn't it...Hell, Emyr didn't know what exactly all this bullshit was suppose to do, but for him it wasn't cutting it. He wasn't excited, he wasn't scared, he was just bored from waiting outside the large doors, and that about sums it up. He couldn't really say that he was disappointed, since he really didn't have his hopes up in the first place, he didn't allow himself to get excited over such things anymore, since disappointment was a low he didn't like residing in.

Maybe no one's home, heh, how incompetent, no note or anything...

However, just as that thought crossed the Sandslash Morph's mind, the door was swung open, by a duct-taped Raichu? Not exactly what he was expecting, what kind of reasons could explain that? Multitude of them, unstable owner? Own stupidity? A game of some sort? Whatever the reason, Emyr wasn't amused and found it quite stupid, but it didn't really mean much to him. He a word didn't pass by his mouth as the silenced Mouse motioned for him to move inside, which he did without a moment hesitation.

"I'm professor Hemlock, and this is my laboratory. I trust you're after a Pokémon. Obviously. Hn... so let's get this over with. Trainer, breeder, coordinator, and what Pokémon?"

So a human was this region's Professor? Figures. Emyr didn't know one region that had a Pokemorph for it's respected Professor, it was slightly depressing, not many of the Pokemorph species were famous, Emyr often wondered if there was a force stifling them behind the scenes, although let's delve on that topic for later times.

Such a weak looking human, he'd be so easy to kill too..
No, not true. I'm sure he has an army of Pok?mon at his disposal, his own personal security system.

". . .I'm Emyr." The red-haired male said quietly after a few moments, no matter how much he despised humans he had to have at least a shard of respect for this one, being a Professor and all at such a young age, quite the accomplishment, Emyr scrutinized that he looked not much older than himself. However, Emyr did hint the irritation in the Professor's tone and didn't enjoy it one bit, and decided to be more than a simple trifle, for now.
"Yes, I am. However..." The morph' trailed for a bit, "It would be wrong for you to assume that I am aware of the Pok?mon in your possession." Stopping half-way through his sentence, Emyr's eyes wavered to inspect what little of the Laboratory he could see, it looked respectable enough. "Quite different from the Labs in Cinnabar..." He murmured, half to himself.

"Oh, right, Trainer. Only because I am not informed on what the other two titles do, nor have you taken the time to explain that to a...rookie as myself huma- Ah, I mean Professor." Why did it seem like that Emyr had intended to lace the title of 'Professor' with such sarcasm? "Also, do you always just completely trust any stranger who walks through your doors to handle the Pok?mon you provide? No, interview? No questions? What happens if I'm a complete psychopath out to torture and murder the creatures? It seems quite unprofessional of you."

Oh, Arceus, how far could Professor Hemlock's patience stretch?
Or moreso, how much could Emyr destroy?