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Post by Niklaus Geroux on Jun 6, 2015 14:53:20 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Thank heavens they were finally out of Oldale and away from all the stress that made him so skittish these past few days. The former Magma admin stretched lazily on the café chair, long legs stretching out under the table as he slumped in his seat and looked up at the sky. His pokemon were off playing somewhere, Ven being the only one staying close to him and amusingly the food he now chowed down on, on the table was the only thing that had brought him out from hiding. They’d arrived at Petalburg and he’d allowed his pokemon out their pokeballs, deciding that it was likely they needed to let out some energy after being cooped up for so long. That especially went for Kalos who’d been rather mulish with him for forcing him to be back in his pokeball for so long after allowing him so much freedom. He couldn’t blame the poor Squirtle though but sometimes it was a little taxing to deal with the impish pokemon’s attitude.
That reminded him, he glanced lazily at his watch and frowned lightly before sighing. Kristmar was late…again. They’d agreed to meet up at this little café and talk about the festival and gym, deciding it was good to try their hands at them. However, the young man was nowhere to be seen but Nikkie was just relieved that the café had outdoor seating so he wouldn’t be cooped up inside. He let out a little sharp suck of his teeth, not noticing Ventus’ ears twitch at the sound and how the bat-like pokemon paused in his eating to watch the pinkette for a moment. Deciding he was being patient enough when they’d agreed to meet in the first place, the pink haired man sent the blonde a message before reclining even more in his seat.
He waved a waiter over and ordered a couple of more things, glancing at Ventus’ treat and ordering another of that as well before waving the man away. Unlike the usual half ponytail he kept his long wavy pink locks in, today the pinkette had them loose and cascading over his shoulders and chairs. He picked up a lock and played with it a bit, sinking into his thoughts as he was reminded of his days in Magma when his hair was usually always loose then as well. Sometimes…he regretted leaving and not because he’d necessarily liked his job there but there was some people he regretted leaving behind. He’d been a sadistic bastard there…he still was sometimes but he’d met a few people that he had actually trusted and maybe even considered friends. However, he hadn’t wanted to drag them into an awkward position or force them to choose between him and the group so…he’d disappeared without a word.
Niklaus wondered if they still thought he was on the mission…did they think he was dead. Sometimes his mind couldn’t help but linger on these thoughts and wonder about it, sometimes even wondering if people he’d known had died as well. They lived dangerous lives, it was only natural that sometimes they lost their lives but still…sometimes he thought it’d be nice to know if they were okay.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 7, 2015 15:25:28 GMT
Was it him?
It couldn't be.
And yet, the man was so unmistakable, pink hair was not a common gene, and Elijah could only ever pinpoint a number of pink-haired men that he would admit to recognize. No, the same slender build, sure hands, even the way he waited looked familiar enough. With pursed lips he finally enters the small cafe, a good minute of staring and walking about, gaze flitting over the man as he heads for the counter instead.
Niklaus? Here?
Many had assumed him dead, missing in action ever since his last mission, and not a word has been spoken about him since and the search missions had been called off after a week. Not that Elijah had believed any of it, the circumstances too coincidental, along with the things he knew he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that there was something more to his disappearance than a failed mission. But what could he do? It wasn't as if he had the time to set off on his own.
Here he sits either way, well and healthy, obviously waiting for someone to join him, a friend perhaps. Elijah sneaks another glance at Niklaus as he claims the coffee he's ordered, an impatient tap on the warm cup as he makes up his mind. Decision made, he strides over, making his way towards Niklaus. He drops into the empty seat, no doubt the rudeness and surprise would jar the pink haired man into something but Elijah finds that he hardly cares. His coffee is dropped on the table, his hands gripping the edges as he looks at Niklaus seriously.
"So glad to see a dead man walking." He starts off, even he's surprised by the heavy sarcasm inlaid into his voice, before he clears his throat. "What, didn't have a postcard with you?" He scowls. This time his tone carries some bitterness of not being informed. He'd thought they were friends to some degree, little more than passing fancies in the Magma corporation. Apparently he thought wrong.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jun 7, 2015 17:00:51 GMT
[nospaces]
Alright, to say that he was running a little late would be a bit of an understatement. Kris had originally planned to meet with his travelling companion in a nearby cafeteria, just to discuss the possibility of them challenging the gym here, how long they'd stay in Petalburg for, if any of them needed training first... blah, blah, blah. That kind of stuff. Not exactly exciting material but a necessary conversation regardless so... Kris was guilty of dragging his feet a little by purpose. He knew making Niklaus wait for him wasn't the wisest idea he could have but there was a festival going on; he couldn't be blamed for getting a little sidetracked, right? [break][break] "C'mon, Dei, keep up." He urged the small dragon trailing behind his feet. For once, the gible was actually quite tuckered out after tirelessly bounding about the beach and its thick sandy dunes on his short legs. The pokémon's tongue lolled out as he plodded heavily behind Kris, waddling from side to side as he moved and making his reluctance to hurry quite clear. It was just Niklaus. Kristmar's lips pursed into a mildly amused smile and he pushed back his flaxen bangs to give the gible a little look over his shoulder. "Don't be so dramatic; we're almost there." [break][break] All Kris got in response was a nasal snarl and a little half-hearted skip as Deimos sped up for all of two meters. [break][break] The fair-haired male gave his phone a little glance as soon as the café came into view - noticing he'd been messaged by Niklaus (oops) - and quickly pocketed it. He wasn't running that late; Nikkie just didn't like waiting. He smoothed down his button-up shirt with his hands and fixed his rolled-up sleeves, making himself a little more presentable and a little less 'I've just been running around on the beach instead of hurrying over'. He spotted his friend's head of vivid and peculiar coloured hair in an instant, it wasn't the most inconspicuous of colours, and... oh. [break][break] He had company? [break][break] "Sorry I'm late," he apologized in an easy breath, a little smile on his lips, and his eyes slowly moved over to the other blonde occupying the table. He paled a couple of shades. He had... company he recognized, apparently. They didn't look too pleased either. Kris pursed his lips and stood there by the table, hesitating to sit as he gave Niklaus a blatantly questioning look.
Post by Niklaus Geroux on Jun 7, 2015 21:23:28 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
It was supposed to be a regular day…maybe even a relaxing day where there was nothing but him and Kris speaking about mundane things such as battling Gym’s and what would be next on their journey. He should have known though…Should have expected that at some point his luck would run out and he’d have to confront someone from his past. It probably hadn’t helped that he’d probably jinxed them back in Oldale when he was messing with Kristmar and mentioned the possibility of there being grunts in Petalburg. Now he would pay the price for his jokes and he wouldn’t even know whether it was a pleasant price or not seeing as he’d been wholly and utterly unprepared for it.
He hadn’t been attention at all to the feel of eyes on him, used to it by now whenever his hair was on display. It was a color that ran on his father’s side of the family, he’d told the story numerous times when Niklaus was a child but he rarely paid attention to it as he got older. Both exasperated and amused by its retelling and knowing it’d be soon enough when his younger siblings would also be tired of it. However, Nik should have paid more attention to it now that he thinks of it because the intensity of the feeling was on such a different level than other times. He’d been lost in thought though. Lost to the memories of his former life after he’d abandoned his family and turned away from becoming a breeder to join Team Magma and work his way to the ranks of Admin.
Ventus had just been polishing off the last bits of his meal when someone that was most certainly not Kristmar sat down at the table. Letting out a distressed screech the Noibat scrambled from the table hiding under Niklaus’s locks and causing him to wince at the harsh tugs as it tried to settle in them. Nikki straightened in his seat to tell whoever it was off for disturbing them only to come face to face with someone he hadn’t expected to see again. It took a moment before Elijah’s words settled in and the tone behind them to make him smirk the slightly. “Come now Elijah, sarcasm has never suited you.” Admitted it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do but Nikki was panicking just the slightest at seeing his old friend in front of him.
However, at his next words far more bitter than his first his smirked softened as he winced a little at the words. A soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned forward reaching to run a hand through his hair only to get an agitated click from Ventus which he ignored for now. “Eli, it wasn’t li-”
Niklaus was interrupted when suddenly Kris appeared apologizing for being late. Nik glanced at him to tell him they’d talk at another time when something caught his attention when the blonde caught sight of who he was with. Ruby colored eyes narrowed dangerously at the paling in the other’s face along with the recognition he could see in similar sanguine eyes. He looked from Elijah to Kristmar for a moment suspiciously, leaning back in his seat to take in the scene in a manner that was only too similar to his days in Magma dealing with subordinates.
“Well…this is certainly an interesting coincidence…Something wrong, Kristmar?” Most people would believe his voice was light and friendly but there was an undercurrent of steel that clearly said a dangerous line was being walked right then. What the hell was going on??
