Half-Life: Lowblood Consequences [Open!]

[psiionic]

Well, that was a first.
He'd set up all the manner of traps to keep people out of his gym. He'd spent hours devising new ways to make his opponents think, maneuvering and changing and altering everything to keep things fresh; such was how he would occupy himself during the downtime. When that grew boring, he would sit back with Iota and watch the tide lap against the shore. Always ready, always prepared.

What he was not prepared for was being locked out of his own gym. Not by his hand, of course- no, that was the work of those who trained under him. He'd gone out for a walk on the docks, only to return to find the door barred and a few heads out one of the windows, demanding that he do something else for a change before drawing back, apparently expecting him to damage his own gym for revenge.

... Well, maybe he had been a tad unimpressed. Perhaps he had shouted and shaken his fist in a less than dignified manner, and there miiiiight have been a small chance that Alpha and Beta had picked up on his agitation.

One large, smoking hole through the side of his gym later, Merric had agreed that maybe going out for a little while wouldn't be so bad, provided that the offending party was willing to fix the wall. They more than happily complied. And now, a quick trip through the Diglett Cave later, here he was.

... Ah, yes, right. What was he doing here again? The Psiioniic gazed about restlessly as he walked the streets of Pewter, being careful not to run into anyone as he roamed about aimlessly. He... probably should have planned this better. He'd thought to visit the Sufferer, though he knew very well that he tended to go out often, and when he'd arrived at the gym, it too was locked when he'd knocked. On top of that, it would likely be a few more hours yet before the hole in the wall was fixed as well, or at least patched... so what was he to do?

"Thith stheemed like a loth bethther idea bethore we goth here, didn'th it?" He mused, partially to himself, partially to the nearly four foot tall flying chunk of metal blocking a good portion of the sidewalk behind him. His pokemon just gave a low, wirring hum in response, tucking the magnets that served as its appendages closer to its body to allow people to pass with greater ease. Psii glanced back at his Pokemon for a moment, gently resting a gloved palm against the cool metal surface of its head as it moved beside him.

"Welth, either way, we've goth a day to ourthelves ath a wholth city to geth lost in." He sighed, absent mindedly drumming his fingers gently atop the Pokemon's head as he thought. The only question was where to go first, he supposed.

((Also for future ref guys Psiioniic has an actual name now, though he doesn't really use it that often. MERRIC BOLTON, YEAH.))

[OldSignless]

Out To Lunch!

That was what the sign on Pewter Gym read. After all, you couldn't train properly with out taking a well deserved rest every so often! And eating was important! If there was one thing his "mother" had taught him, it was taking care of yourself and eating regular meals.

Although actually, Arosha had been "out to lunch" all morning. He wasn't being LAZY, he was just... okay, he was being totally lazy. He should probably get back to the Gym. Not that there had been all that many challengers lately. Pewter had been very quiet over the last few weeks. It was the calm before the storm, probably. After all, there was a whole batch of new trainers that just registered in Pallet Town, or so he'd heard. He was bound to be busy soon.

But yeah, in the meantime he supposed he could at least get Chakrabarti trained up a little. Make sure he was a good challenge to the newbies and all. The Panseer certainly seemed eager enough to get battling, and the creature's enthusiasm was infectious. He had big plans for that little monkey.

With a sigh, Arosha finally left the cafe he'd been in for the last few hours. If he weren't the local gym leader, they would probably have thrown him out for loitering some time ago. It was his favorite haunt, though. The atmosphere was soothing, and they made the best coffee. Taking time out to relax was the best thing. Although he probably indulged in this a little more often than he should.

Though wait, what was that he spied? A Magnezone? And an all too familiar figure standing beside it, of course. Oh, this was perfect. A welcome distraction from actually getting back to work. And what could be a better distraction than his best friend? He strolled in his direction casually. He didn't walk quickly (the Signless never did anything fast unless it was a real emergency), but there was a certain excitement in the way he strode over. It had been far too long.

"Psiioniic," he said, as he finally reached him, "it's good to see you." There was a brief pause, before his formal expression broke into a grin, "how've you been, Psii? What brings you to my fair city? Or did you just miss me that much?"

[psiionic]

Merric was a bit out of it when the Signless approached him, lost in his own train of thought as to what to do with himself. Well, it HAD been a while since he'd last been here... Perhaps the museum had updated its display for once? He doubted that just a bit, and it was stuffy in there anyway, but it beat just wandering the streets aimlessly-- Wait. Someone was talking to him?

"Thineleth." The Psiioniic nodded in acknowledgement, slowly drifting back into reality as Iota clicked a greeting at the approaching troll beside him. He didn't know why he bothered with a name he couldn't even pronounce, though apparently some strange protocol from the higher ups demanded some level of formality. He didn't know why they bothered, he found himself thinking as his best friend fell into an expression that suited him better, given what it always ended up turning into as he inquired about his presence-- ah, there it was. The Psiioniic snickered.

"Oh yeth, that's exthactly it. Every thecond withouth my favorite athhole ith an ethernity." One could practically hear the eye-roll in his tone, though it was hard to mistake the amusement that lurked behind it as a lopsided little grin was actively tugging at his lips. There was about three people who could get him grinning that easily- it felt a little weird, really. "But I've been prethee good though, all thingths conthidered. You've been ok, I hope?"

Sure, he'd have to do a few repairs later, but he'd been bored anyway. At least he didn't have to clean up after an incident caused by his own Pokemon- that was a plus.

"And whath are you doing away from your gym ath this hour anywayths, Suf?" Merric asked, remembering the sign on the door when he'd initially arrived. Perhaps, ignoring the fact that 'Lunch' had likely started around breakfast time anyway, he still might have believed that, but it was well past noon now... And, well, somebody had to be the mature adult here. "You're probably making like twenty really exthited newbieths cry right now."

[OldSignless]

"I have been coping as best I can without you here, I suppose. Oh, the trials of running a newbie gym. It's a hard life, Psii.

[/B]" He gave an exaggerated sigh. He was speaking garbage, and he knew it. Running the gym was pretty simple, and he was just really lazy.

And uh-oh, The Psiioniic was inquiring about exactly that. Quick, try and think of a decent excuse. Sound convincing! "What, you didn't read the sign?[/B]" -there was probably a great "signless" pun he could make here, but he wasn't sure how to go about making one- "I was just getting lunch. It is not as if I've been out all day, or anything. I'm sure the rookies can wait half an hour or so.[/B] Yeah, more like 4 hours, plus. But! There were not actually any newbies in town right now, as far as he was aware. And he usually made being aware of these things his business.

"Besides, I was just on my way back right now. Care to join me?[/b]" Arosha always kind of liked having some company at the Gym. There were usually one of two junior fire-specialists loitering there, and they were great apprentices, but it was always a nice change having somebody on your own level to talk to. Or do battle with. Battling was probably the more appropriate thing to do in a gym, regardless of how much he was more in a mood to slack off.

And he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather slack off with than his best friend. (Well, except maybe his lovely Disciple, but that was neither here nor there.)

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