Post by bijuu. on Aug 26, 2009 0:32:49 GMT -5
"Nein, nein, nein. Ceero, I'm getting tired. Just where's this professor's place, anyway?" came the beseeching whine that poor Ceero had been listening to for over an hour now. Rather, ever since he'd woken his trainer, or attempted to, two and a half hours ago. The Gabite had promptly gotten a pillow in the face, and a sleepy moan not soon after, until he'd simply flipped the mattress and unceremoniously dumped the girl on her ass on the floor, provoking her into a spree of swears.
When they'd finally gotten out on the road, the complaints had been ceaseless; where was the lab, why did they have to be out so early, no one was gonna be up at this hour.. Ceero had half hoped that the transfer to Kairuu would have toned down the humans' urges to speak so much while granting the gift of actual speech to Pokémon instead. Oh, to be able to voice his comments at last! Ceero relished the ability to speak to his human, but at times it just became tedious and the Gabite found himself preferring to acknowledge words spoken only with a noncommittal grunt or a high-pitched growl. In this case, he was forced to provoke a further conversation instead of letting Marley carry on by herself as she was wont to do.
"You're so lazy, love, honestly. It's not even that early, and you're already complaining."
"Ten o'clock in the morning is early for me..."
"Figures. You're the one who wanted to make sure to get to Professor Hemlock's nice and early so you could pick up your starter kit and such. I don't even know why you need another Pokémon, to be honest, you've already got me."
"And Ringo, Ceero, don't forget Ringo."
"That arrogant fag doesn't count."
The so-called 'arrogant fag' the Gabite was speaking of was a last-moment gift sent via Pelipper mail by Marley's adoptive father; Hans had apologized for not thinking of a parting gift earlier, but this curiously coloured creature seemed appropriate. Who was to know, Hans least of all, that the Skitty would be a vain, self-righteous and most of all flamboyantly homosexual being. The kitten regarded himself a rockstar, and spoke with an accent fitting an Englishman. Marley thought it was 'zupa toll', as she herself had so exuberantly put it, but Ceero had taken an immediate annoyance with the Normal-type and refused to so much as communicate with him, which of course prompted a profoundly snarky comment from the Skitty in question, and immediately sparked a budding rivalry of sorts between the land-dragon and the feline.
As if on cue, the Skitty's Pokéball burst open and the cat materialized directly into Marley's waiting arms, a disheveled-sexy grin already lazily creeping over his face; in Ceero's opinion, this brought to mind the insane smirk of the Cheshire Cat. Yawning languidly and flicking a paw at the tuft of black fur resembling a rockstar's hairstyle on his forehead, Ringo nyawwed and flicked his tail at the Gabite, giggling and busying himself rubbing against Marley's chest before gracing the air with his voice.
"I couldn't help but hear yo' dulcet tones there, Cer. Were ya talkin' 'bout lil' ol' me?" the Skitty finally drawled, unconcernedly drawing a paw over his ear and then blowing his bangs from his face so they flopped over one eye; the Skitty's normally pink fur was an inky midnight black, so black it shone blue, while the cream underbelly and face were replaced with a slate gray, darkening around the eyes to resemble eyeshadow, whereas the eyes themselves were rimmed with black to imitate eyeliner (or rather, guyliner). The insides of his ears were steel blue, as were the six stripes, two on each cheek, one smack-dab in the middle of the forehead, and one horizontally across his back, and also the three tufts of fluff at the very tip of his tail. All in all, he was as far from a normal Skitty as was possible.
"...my name is Ceero." The Gabite's tone was unamused and matter-of-fact, as if he was gritting his teeth against an aching desire to give the Skitty a good smack, which was what the snarky feline deserved in his opinion. Marley shot the dragon a warning glance, and Ceero only reluctantly shut his mouth, glaring indignantly at Ringo through black and yellow eyes, as if wordlessly mouthing something along the lines of 'asshole' to the preening cat; the Skitty winked, and then crawled his way up to his girl's shoulder and promptly draped himself over it, flicking his tail teasingly at the land-dragon skulking along behind them. Ceero had to remind himself to remain calm; he, at least, was far more mature than that little faggot kitty, and higher in rank in his mistress' eyes. Hewas the battling entity. Ringo was just carry-on as far as the Gabite was concerned. Throwing his chin up high, Ceero put a regal, sprightly hop in his step and quickened his pace to match Marley's, remaining quite silent for the rest of the walk up the hill before them, despite Ringo's occasional jibes and vain remarks.
The whitewashed building came into view quite suddenly, nestled among several towering birch trees atop the hill; beyond was a tiny village, a mere smattering of small houses that could scarcely be called a village of any sort. These dwellings were for those who preferred life off the busy harbor; Marley gazed at the houses with a longing that clearly spoke of a desire to curl up in a bed for a few more hours. She turned briefly to look back on the harbor, catching a breeze wafting from the ocean and breathing it in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment and sighing, letting her eyes snap open again moments later when Ceero impatiently butted her in the lower back, signaling it was high time they visited the professor and got the hell on their way.
"Ja, ja, Ceero! Gott in Himmel, gimme some time to breathe..." she complained, rubbing the spot above her tailbone with a mock-hurt expression, kneading her fingers into the area where the Gabite's skull had left a sizable area of soreness. The dragon rolled his eyes with a soft growl, and shrugged his thin arms, turning to wander toward the building curiously while Marley and her Skitty followed, the girl still whining about how 'rough' her Gabite was with her. Ringo murmured his condolences into her ear, loudly enough for Ceero to hear himself described as a 'ruffian', and a 'threat to society'. The Gabite let a rumbling growl gather in his throat, sending a flock of Taillow screeching into the sky; much to his annoyance, it didn't deter Ringo from laughing at him, and only prompted the Skitty to fall into raucous peals of giggles when one of the birds decided to release its bowels directly over Ceero's head, with disgusting results.
After a brief session of first calming the infuriated and insulted shark-dragon (which took longer than expected because Ceero was determined to literally eat the Taillow in question), the journey was on again. Ringo was still attempting to stifle giggles, and only when Ceero threatened to chew off the Skitty's prized 'hairstyle' did the kitten finally shut his mouth and remain quietly on his trainer's shoulder while they approached the front door of the facility.
Thanks to researching the options available beforehand, it didn't take long for Marley to locate the computer screen set into the outside wall of the house, much like an ATM. Hesitating, the girl let her fingers dance over the touch-screen, flicking from one option to the next until she finally found the information input. She entered her personal information, stood stock-still when a hidden camera snapped a photo of her for confirmation, and asked her to press her fingertips to a corner of the screen (quite frankly, she felt like a prisoner being set up for mug shots while doing this), until at last the machine played a cheery sound, flashing a message in brilliant green, complete with a smiley confirming that she was now registered as a trainer-coordinator.
A small slot opened below the screen, pushing a box out like a bizarre tongue; Marley pulled it out, opening it to find two Pokéballs, a Potion, a Fashion Case, and a Badge Case, which she categorized neatly into her messenger bag, looking up in time to see a new message flash across the screen:Confirm Reception Of Randomized Pokémon?
✔ Yes. ✗ No.
Marley smiled broadly, pressing her index and middle fingers to the large, blocky YES, and heard a whirring sound from somewhere inside the building; a new slot, resembling a drainpipe, opened up, and after a minute, a Pokéball appeared, halting with a click, silently waiting for Marley to pick it up, and that's exactly what she did, locking her hand around the smooth metal and immediately pointing it at the ground to call out her new companion, whatever he (or she) might be.
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