an unfortunate encounter [akira]

[Tsubasa Salzwedel]

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ooc: i'm way too used to tiny babu text. if you need it to be larger for eyesight reasons, just tell me. o3o; and this is a weird opening. gotta get used to his character.

To be out and about rather than cooped up in the hideout, tucked away in the various laboratories and other various rooms he had been given access to was a rarity in itself. he usually never left the hideout unless there was a good reason. so, why was he out today, in the dead of night, in a gymnasium that was supposed to be completely abandoned with no sources of life other than the plants that grew, covering the ash-covered walls and the wildlife that had since overtaken the place? he... well, he could come up with various reasons as to why. he had come across a standstill in his current project. nothing was coming out right, and the overall design was driving him nuts. he needed the fresh air, a means of cleansing his mind of everything that had been bothering him. he had also received various phone calls from his aunts and uncle, telling him that his grandmother was requesting his presence. again. this only fueled in internal turmoil raging in his mind, keeping him from getting anymore work done.

a sigh passed through his pale lips as he sat himself down in the middle of the abandoned gym. he probably shouldn't be here. he wasn't a field agent or anything of the like, and he had heard that this place was frequented by rebels and other hooligans. he could potentially be killed, and you would think that team rocket would place patrols or something around this area with such high activity, no matter what the admins might want to believe. ruby eyes glanced to his side, watching as his dear metang floated slowly around the gym, taking in every little detail. the steel type paused every now and again, reaching for some odd flower or weed in order to either poke at it or pull at it. josef was such a curious being, even if the metang tried to make people think otherwise. however, in the company of its master and its master alone, the metang was more like a child on its first christmas day.

tsubasa pulled off the bag hanging limp on his shoulder, opening the flap and taking out a sketchbook and various pencils and crayons. he flipped open the book, revealing the design for his latest rocket tech project. it was another robot, something he seemed a little too specialized in at times. it was small, something meant to be stealthy in order to gather information. yet, of course, they always wanted it weaponized. with the size of the robot, however, he can't put anything too powerful on its back or hooked somewhere else on its body. this was his current dilemma. they were looking for intimidation, power, and efficiency, something that did not go together very well. he wanted to make it more lifelike, something that could easily blend in if it needed to. perhaps he could try to add in elements of a kecleon? hm, he was quite certain he could create the necessary material for it if he had a little help. reflectors would not help as it might turn into a moving mirror rather than anything else.

letting out a hum, the man began to doodle in the sketchbook. he tried to work out all the fine details on the page, becoming so immersed in his work that he had completely forgotten where he was: in the middle of a dark, abandoned gym with little hope of remaining completely hidden from any 'predators' that might be lurking about. he was such an observant creature, yet he had a horrible case of tunnel vision sometimes. he didn't even notice josef closing in on him, red eyes flashing in alarm. 

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ooc: don't worry about the size, its fine. . . . . . uhh, but lame response, i sorry



It was impressive just how much things changed in such a relatively short period of time - well, if you could actually call six months that - but all the some; there had not been that much change here. it were still pretty much the same old overgrown grassy gym that he remembered it to be, albeit with a hell of a lot more plants around and trash in the mix - along with a few extra scars as a testament to the ever present altercations that no doubt continued to take place here. Though despite the changes that may have occured, it were almost soothing in the fact that it were the same old abandoned gym that Akira remembered and that as it was; that and it no doubt still offered the relative safety from the ever present patrols of team rocket - that much was obvious. And the fact that this continued to be the case was certainly an added bonus when it came to locating somewhere 'peaceful' to remain during the darker hours of the night.

This was all it took for his concience to wrestle with the idea of accessing this otherwise silent building in order to pass the night, it were at least preferable to remaining outside despite the relative warmth. Besides, despite all that had happened within this place over the years there was something about it all that worked well to ease any tension that those who entered this building felt; well that was unless you had anyone after you. Luckily for him though that was not the case tonight, although a surprisingly trouble free night up until this point there had been little desire to go searching for any.

That was all it had taken for Akira to locate one of the numerous entrances that were used to access the building and cautiously moving inside with his ever present shadow - well, his Weavile more accurately - in tow. Who knew, just because a place seemed quiet didn't mean it was right? And if there was one thing in which he had learnt was that it were better to have an extra being around in case of such a situation, even if it turned out to be a false alarm. Though; so far things did appear as if there was no reason in which to have concerned himself in such a way or at least up until a short sharp growl eminated from the Weavile in which often took to distancing itself from its human in times such as these. 

And if he were making such a sound as that; there wasn't many reasons for such a thing to occur and the faint sounds of movement that preceded such a thing was more than enough to gain the Dark haired rebel's attention. Enough to get him moving along the route in which his smaller darker companion had last been seen taking before the desire to go in search of what had gained its interest.

[Tsubasa Salzwedel]

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the only sound he had focused on came from the tip of his pencil scraping against the page, leaving trails of graphite that stretched and curved to the image that constantly formed and morphed in his mind. he took no notice of his surroundings, not even the red glow of his companion's eyes as it neared closer and closer, hovering above the albino with a protective stance. the metal being turned left and right, seemingly searching for something, anything, that it had sensed. it may not be nearly as intelligent as its final evolution was, but that did not mean it couldn't sense the presence of someone before they even entered the same room as them. the presence grew stronger and stronger. it was an unknown, foreign presence, one the metang had never met, not at the estate, not at the rocket headquarters. a stranger. someone or something, or perhaps both, who was not a rocket. that was all the metang could tell just by the presence alone.

growing irritated by its master's lack of observation, the metang reached down with one of its arms, lightly tapping on the head of its master. no response. another tap. nothing. another tap. nothing. ugh. reaching down with both arms. the metang delicately grabbed at the white locks of hair on its master's head, tugging them with enough force to cause pain without yanking out any strands of the brittle hair. the man let out a hiss of pain, dropping his sketchbook and utensils to clatter on the ground as his hands shot up to grab at his head. the metang released the hair, hovering to the side a little as it watched its master comb his hair back into place, a halfhearted glare apparent on his face.

"wha--" he cut himself short, barely getting the full syllable out before his senses kicked in. red eyes narrowed as he scanned the darkness around him, only having the red glow of his metang's eyes and the moonlight that filtered in through cracks and holes in the walls and ceiling to aide him. a frown formed on his face as he slowly reached down, gathering his fallen supplies up and replacing them in his bag. the man slowly stood, muscles tensing with each movement. he wanted to know who or what was there, who had entered the gym without him knowing, who had triggered the "security system" that was his metang. it took a lot to alarm the metal pokemon, though a stranger in such a setting made it not very hard to believe if even a wandering purrloin spooked josef. regardless, he remained quiet, already certain that dropping his book, pencils, and crayons (which, he would have to sharpen when he arrived home since most of them had broken in half from the fall) had caused enough of a ruckus to alert anyone within the area that he was there. pale hands clutched the strap of his bag hanging over his shoulder, almost as if it were a lifeline, turning his knuckles whiter than they already happened to be.

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To get the often quiet and relatively calm Weavile this active and so focused upon locating what or who were situated within one of 

the many rooms that lay within this now aged building was certainly something that often intrigued Akira. But then again, it was not something in which he could say that he minded - it certainly had it's own way of making things interesting upon occasion; especially if it just happened to be someone in the wrong place in the wrong time. Actually; was that really a bad thing? Would he really be disappointed if someone was here and just happened to fit that description.

Now that though certainly wasn't such a bad one after all, if anything it sure gave him even more reason in which to folloow and see just what it was that was so interesting. Who knew? It might just be one of them, a thought such as that was easily enough to get a - near manical - smirk gradually starting to creep across the dark haired rebel's features at this particular thought. It was that thought in mind that put a swift end to any shreds of hesitation in which may have kept Akira from stepping further into the plant infested world that was once this city's gym. 

Though even as the tall rebel followed the route in which had already been taken by his pokemon counterpart it didn't seem to take all that long - but then who keeps track of time? - to move a significant distance into the gradually darkening interior. Doubts to whether there was any others were around were quick to be pushed aside at the echo of the albeit dulled sound of something being dropped and some other sound that seemed more human than anything else, looks like they were in luck after all. . . . . . 

A final push through some overhanging shrubbery and into a natural clearing that had formed was one thing in which to get him stopping, that and the sight of the albino and Metang that resided several feet before him while his dark sharp clawed companion paced behind him. "Now what do we have here? Someone out here all alone? With no one to help?" he taunted, after all - it hadn't really been too hard to guess what this guy was. Not with the small fact that he just looked too clean to be one from the streets.

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there were times when he wished he could blend into the scenery in order to escape from just about everything. he did it so well by keeping quiet when he was in crowds or at meetings, yet it was when he was all alone with only josef that his wallflower tendencies seemed to not work at all. his albinism probably did not help him one bit, just as an albino animal had a hard time surviving in the wild because they stuck out against the foliage like a sore thumb. it was also easier to see lighter objects in the dark, and his metang's eyes were not helping him at all. he would tell it to turn off the lights of it was possible, but it wasn't. just his luck.

his hand instinctively reached into bag, slipping under the flap in order to worm its way in and slowly rummage around. his eyes quickly locked on a form not far off as what he wished would have appeared did not, a human and his pokemon in its place. the man remained quiet, eyes flitting over what he could see in the darkness to take notes of any weaknesses or otherwise. from what he could see, the man was taller than him by only a few inches, and, though he could not see past his clothes (not that he wanted to, anyway), he could tell that the man was thin. skin and bones would be one way to put it. someone from the streets, someone who wasn't fed and kept to the degree he had been the past few years. maybe he should make some sort of robot that dispensed food without much cost... no, that would never fly with the admins, especially not the boss.

finding what he needed to, he pressed on the cool metal as the tips of his fingers brushed up against it. his hand then retracted from his bag, empty. "i'm not fond of the company of others, especially babysitters." or bodyguards. he was replaceable, anyway. the rockets probably wouldn't even bat an eye if he disappeared. his aunts and uncle might, but it would just be one less nuisance to his grandmother. "to whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking?" he kept his voice calm and smooth, though his volume was a bit on the quiet side. that was only natural for him, though. softspoken. at least he wasn't stuttering. no, he got over that in his teens. he was not fond of small talk, though, even if that was what he was currently trying to do in order to... procrastinate? prolong the inevitable? he made no motion to move, tensing his muscles. he had already scoped out the area before he sat down, before he allowed his guard to drop. he knew his exit routes, and he was certain josef could at least do something to help. though, if that's a dark type i see behind him... tch. doesn't mean he had to use a psychic type against another pokemon.

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Well, it were certainly clear that despite the obvious that prevented this particular individual from simply dissappearing and to not want to be noticed - it was certainly not working well for him. But then again; even if it had been the case in which this other individual had been capable of fading out of view anything shy of physically leaving the building there was little doubt that this white haired young man would have been found - even if it had taken time. And of course the floating form of the steel type in which accompanied the other would not have helped matters either; but ignoring that little detail. The very sight of the other within the disused gym especially during the hours of darkness was certainly an unusual thing, especially one which was simply staying in one spot and seemingly doing very little.

But such a thing as this was of little interest to him, what did he really care about the other's reasons for being here? It were obvious that neither the other human and pokemon pair did not belong and that they probably had hoped that they would not have been noticed. Well; it was certainly too late now wasn't it? Though his attention were only tugged back to reality upon the sounds of the other speaking, a small smirk gradually forming upon Akira's features. Of course he didn't like being around others that much were plain. But it were not that got his attention; no . . . it were the query that were directed upon him that got the rebel's attention and become a little suspicious.

"Why do you care who I am? I'm just a nobody as far as you are concerned." That was all the answer he were willing to give, after all - it did seem just a little odd to be asked of such a thing. Especially when it had already been admitted that company of any kind was not exactly something the other were entirely fond of, that were all the reasoning behind his response and the deliberate steps taken to not just move nearer but also around the other to study him. 
Who knew what could happen or what this albino may have begun to make plans for.

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ooc: Sooooo Sorry for the wait and the lame response.