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Angry Erebos Brows Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 2:16 pm
Currently at the Team Magma HQ, everyone appears to be on break. The halls are empty and every room seems devoid of some form of entertainment. All in all, the atmosphere is quite peaceful. Peace, something Dmitri is quite fond of, especially after a bit of a stressful day with his team. Strolling through the hall, he let his mind wander to all the things he could do with this free time. He had been meaning to harass his subordinate, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. He wondered if he should go find him...
Stopping suddenly, he shook his head, his dark messy locks going back and forth. Man, he really needed to find something to do. I mean come on, in such a big place how could there me no one for him to hang with? And he sure as hell wasn't going back to his owner anytime soon. The more he thought of her, the more agitated he felt. Mouth turning into a frown and eyebrows furrowing, he rubbed his temples and glared.
"I really need to stay away from that train of thought. Damn crazy woman..."
Lately, she'd taken to screwing with his wardrobe -- last week it was his hair -- and he was really getting tired of going in to work in some gaudy outfit. Mood taking a bit of a bad turn, Dmitri decided to head to the kitchens, hoping to whip up something to calm his now frazzled nerves.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 3:48 pm
It was late in the afternoon when Evander decided to wake up, he hadn’t been called to come on any missions and being the type who is easily bored he decided to pass time by sleeping. Stretching then letting out a yawn he rolled over pulling a blanket with little Nummel prints on it over his head. He had just closed his eyes to return to sleep when a small noise reached his ears, his stomach was growling… the Gulpin in a Plusle body was hungry. He opened his eyes once again “Hmm, food…yeah, that would be nice right now huh? ” his first statement of the day. Well it wasn’t new Evander was always hungry he must have had some kind of mutant metabolism or something, if it wasn’t for his trainer being an awe inspiring chef he probably would go hungry quite often. So with all the grace of a tied up cat the Plusle crawled out of bed and onto his feet. Peeking out his bedroom door for a moment to make sure his trainer was still locked up with her computer and then confidently made his way out and into the main halls of the Team Magma facilities.
‘Kitchen, kitchen, kitchen it’s this way isn’t it? ’ the plusle thought with a yawn while he tousled his hair a little. It really didn’t strike him as odd that the entire facility was dead silent, but until he was well fed he probably wouldn’t notice much. Taking a turn here and there he made it to his beloved industrial sized kitchen. Failing to see anything edible he recognized he began rummaging through cabinets and then the refrigerator. There had to be something easy to make and filling around somewhere, too focused on his quest for decent grub Evander failed to see Dmitri walk into the kitchen
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Angry Erebos Brows Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 3:30 pm
Strolling through the halls, Dmitri pondered on what he should make. While he wasn't the greatest chef, he'd learn how cook after living with kids for awhile, and the fact that his owner rarely did herself. Hands in pocket and eyes to the ceiling he ran the possibilities through his mind. Maybe some pasta, or something of the like. A huge grin came across, just imagining eating something of nutritional value for once.
"Mmmm, pasta seems like a good bet right now. And maybe some dessert afterwards, yeah..."
Pace picking up a bit, he made his way through the halls and finally into the kitchen. Poking his head in, he was surprised to see someone rummaging through the numerous cabinets. Not just anyone, but a Plusle at that! Deciding that he should 'introduce' himself, Dmitri quietly walked over to the unsuspecting person and - quite rudely- pulled on his ears.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:42 pm
searching through the cabinets he final found something he recognized as edible, a jar of peanut butter he licked his lips in triumph and then just as he had made to grab the jar his poor little ears were rudely pulled which produced a 'yip' sort of sound from the plusle who dropped the jar of peanut butter, brought his hands to his poor ears and then turned to look at the perpetrator tears building at the corners of is eyes. red eyes stared hard at Dmetri "Hey, W-what was that for!" He shouted angrily glaring at Luxray. oddly enough he wasn't so much upset that his ears were pulled, but that his precious jar had been shattered and now deemed unsafe.
"You made me lose my lunch, you jerk, are you satisfied, now I'll go hungry!" he shouted throwing his arms up in the air, Then bringing one arm down he pointed at Dmitri dramatically."You now owe me lunch!" he said with a totally serious face crimson eyes narrowed
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Angry Erebos Brows Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 11:58 am
After pulling on the Plusle's ears, Dmitri took a bit of a step back, just in case. He observed with a small smile as the Plusle made something that sounded like a 'yip' and proceeded to drop the Peanut Butter he had found. Whirling around with his hands on his ears, Dmitri got a good look at the Plusle. Red eyes glared at him beneath a fringe of black hair, obviously beyond peeved. Letting his eyes wander, Dmitri took in the image of the other Pokemon before him who was saying something about a jerk and food, but he was only really paying half attention as it was. He'd be lying if he said the kid, hadn't piqued his interest, with his messy hair and slightly boyish face.
"Hmm, seems I've made him mad, how cute~"
Smiling, Dmitri decided to humor the Plusle a bit.
"Oh yes, where are my manners? I'm quite sorry about your jar, however why should I have to buy you lunch because you were clumsy? Hmm?" Dmitri bent down to clean up some of the glass, hiding his smile from the Plusle. Of course he knew he was a bit out of line pulling the kids ears and whatnot, and the Plusle really did look genuinely upset. He'd make the Pokemon some lunch of course, it was the least he could do, but he figured he'd try and push his luck a bit first.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:30 pm
‘mmnnn, if I wasn’t intimidated by you I would so get you back for that,’ the Plusle thought contemptuously and looked away from the other pokemon. Though part of the Plusle kind of thought of him as right. If he hadn’t let himself get frightened he wouldn’t have dropped the jar and it wouldn’t have broken.
Evander looked around the area for something he could help clean up with; it was his mess after all. After a moment of scanning, he located a small brush and pan on top of the counter and above that on top of a cabinet, which contained various eating utensils, where several rolls of paper towels. Using the strength of his slim form he pulled himself onto the cabinet and grabbed a roll of paper towels. He took a breath, not exactly sure whether to shout, to just throw the paper towels on his head or… “Here let me help, I’m the one who dropped it after all,” he said getting on his hands and knees. All the black haired plusle could do was plot different ways of really messing with the Luxray, not that any of them would work and he knew it but it kept him distracted.
As he plotted he didn’t much pay attention to what he was doing and jabbed himself with the bottom of the broken glass jar. Another yip escaped his lips and he put his thumb in his mouth. He could taste the irion and that didn’t make the wound any better, but he wasn’t exactly medically inclined so just sat there with his bleeding thumb in his mouth. Of course an air head like this didn’t think much of his wound for long because he realized he was still hungry, so with his thumb in his mouth his mind wandered to possible dinners that he could have later.
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Angry Erebos Brows Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 8:17 am
Head bent over the current task at hand, Dmitri listened to the Plusle shuffling about the kitchen. He tilted is head up a bit, watching Evander look around the room before heading to the cabinet. Telling himself that the Plusle couldn't possibly injure himself with a cabinet of all things he went back to work.
Trying to collect the glass as carefully as possible, Dmitri ran different options though his head. Normally, he wouldn't go out of his way for something like making a psuedo stranger/acquaintance food, but on the other hand, the Plusle really looked like he really wanted something to eat, and yeah, sure, it'd be the right thing to do and all...
Hmm, I wonder what I should make him. I've kinda peeved him enough, I'll just ask him straight out'
Brows furrowing in thought, he looked up when he heard the Plusle offer to help. Dmitri said nothing, instead pausing in his cleaning to watch the other. After a moment of blatant staring, Dmitri went back to his work, only to hear a small 'yip' soon after.
Looking up, he noticed a kinda dazed look on Evander's face, even though he had a clearly bleeding thumb in his mouth. "Jesus kid, you don't even seem that concerned. Honestly..." Dmitri sighed and extracted the Plusle's thumb from his mouth. "How's about we get you something else to eat besides your blood, hmm?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:10 pm
Evander pulled his hand away from the other pokemon and gave him a look that either said 'what are you doing' or 'why did you just kill my train of thought,' and then a look of minor confusion. "Huh, of course I care.. I was just wondering what I want to eat," the plusle looked at his still bleeding thumb then up at the poke on with a more than out of place smile "Anyway I'll go fix myself up while you cook for both of us, that way there's less of a mess," he said waving his hurt hand around. Of course it never occurred to the young pokemon that there was a very big chance that Dmitri didn't mean 'I'll make you food' when he was talking about getting Evander something to eat, but when it came to food... everything else was left as background noise.
The plusle, with the speed of a hyper active kitten jumped up to his feet with a Cheshire cat's grin. "You know maybe you aren't so bad after all, so what do you play on making, huh?" he said almost chipperly as he gathered some paper towels to stop the bleeding. "Or, you know I know how to cook so can I help?" Evander said then stopped and looked at his paper towel clad hand. "Oh, actually that might not be a good idea..." a mild disappointment flowed through the plusle, then he looked over at Dmitri and smiled. he still had plans to get the other pokemon back for pulling on his ears but not right now. Food was top priority. And since he was not going to have anything to do with making anything he would probably amuse himself once again by going through all the cabinets... or climbing on the counters....
"Oh, yeah, Maman said it's rude to talk to someone if you haven't even given your name first. I'm Evander, so what do I call an ear puller like you?" he said with an ever present cheerful smile.
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