YoshiRiRu
xX~Lord of the Storm~Xx
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- Age 32
- Seen Jan 27, 2016
Artemis' head whilred with activity - perhaps the chance to finally get back at that scum, Rocket, for what they did to him. Just used as a guinea pig... a disposable waste product. They were using you as trash.. said a voice from inside his head. Look what they've done to your life! You can't go home, you can't go anywh- Artemis shook his head suddenly, and the voice vanished into thin air. Artemis tried to come back into the professor's speech.
..prepared rooms, and there's a training arena in the back of the lab.." said one of the Professors, but it pretty much went in one ear and out the other, small fragments of the information clinging to his attention span like leaves in a draft. One of the girls said something, and then, suddenly, everyone was moving.
The couple were the first ones to actually do anything; they began heading out into a passageway that Artemis only could assume lead to outside. Looking around, yawning, he decided to find one of those rooms the professor was talking about. As if reading his mind, a bright young man looked oddly at Artemis.
"Would you like to take yout things to your room..? I can escort-" he began, but Artemis cut him off. "Nah, I think I can find my way around.." the young man looked a bit glum. "Oh." he said, a bit dejected. As he walked away quietly, Artemis felt a bit bad for the fellow, and called to him. "You know, on second thought, I'd like a bit of assistance." The young man whirled around, a bright smile spreading across his face.
Artemis really didn't need a guide. He could have, as he said, easily found his way around the entire complex - and become familiar with it within an hour or two. But, since he was tired of lugging a heavy pack around, and he didn't want to be rude to the young tour guide, he played dumb, and followed the excited young man into a broad corridor.
It was obvious, but this man LOVED to know things. Useless things, but things all the same. Another thing that Artemis noticed right away, was that he also LOVED to talk.After about 45 seconds of his jabbering on and on about how everything works in the entire complex (or so it felt like) Artemis had blocked him out; one of the many innate talents he had. Now, after 10 more minutes of the boring jibberjabber, the man said the first actual interesting thing that Artemis had ever heard him say.
"...and this, is the dining room. We'll be eating dinner here shortly..." he began, but Artemis had already lost him. His nose was overwhelmed with the most savory smell he had ever smelled. The man was still talking, perhaps about his wife, or perhaps about the history of the left wall of the room, but that took no priority in the face of such a delicious smell.
"Um.. Sir?" the man called timidly, once noticing that he had been ignored. Artemis broke from his trance, and turned to face him. "O-oh.. Sorry. What were you saying?" the man shook his head. "Oh, nothing.. but we can move on to your room, if you'd like." Artemis said nothing, but shook his head in agreemend, his sense of smell still reeling.
As they arrived at the room, the man fumbled around in his pocket for a pair of keys, which he used to open the door. With a smile, the man gestured Artemis in. "I hope it's to your liking - everything should be clean.." he beamed. Artemis smiled tiredly, and nodded with a yawn. The man continued. "If there's anything you need, just ask someone for Dennis... That's me." he grinned, laughing at his own joke. Artemis nodded as Dennis shuffled out the door.
Artemis set his pack down on the ground, and collapsed onto the cool bedspread. As his hands fell to his side, they brushed his pokeballs. Then it hit him - he should probably let them out to play. They'd been in their pokeballs ever since the cave, almost 2 hours ago. He sat up laboriously, desperately wanting the sheets to envelop his body. But, he stood up anyway, and headed out the door. Walking down the hallway, and past the kitchen, the smell tempted his nose again. His stomach let out a deep rumble, and his mouth began to water. As he walked past though, he managed to put it out of his mind.
The door to the outside was white, and wooden. Artemis pushed it open, and the sunlight made him cover his eyes. Once adjusted, he released his pokemon one by one. As they all emerged from the white light even brighter than the blazing sun, he turned to Robin.
"Robin, I'm putting you in charge. Make sure nothing too crazy happens. Nobody fights, or anything like that. How's that wing?"
<Fine.. fine. I'll be flying before you know it. Sure, I'll watch this team of misfits putter around. Just leave it to me.> she answered with a bit of a pompous smile. Artemis couldn't help but laugh.
"Alright, alright. Perfect. I'm gonna go lay down for a bit.. When dinner is on, I'll come and check on you, alright?"
<You got it, cheif.> barked Psycho, almost sarcastically, but still holding a bit of respect, so Artemis let it slide.
So, each group went their seperate ways. Artemis headed inside, towards his room. The three triplets headed off towards a particularly tall patch of grass, to play hide and seek. Melody and Psycho headed off towards the body of water. Robin herself perched high in a tree to watch from above. She sighed in content.
<Ah.. just what I need. Some R&R...>
..prepared rooms, and there's a training arena in the back of the lab.." said one of the Professors, but it pretty much went in one ear and out the other, small fragments of the information clinging to his attention span like leaves in a draft. One of the girls said something, and then, suddenly, everyone was moving.
The couple were the first ones to actually do anything; they began heading out into a passageway that Artemis only could assume lead to outside. Looking around, yawning, he decided to find one of those rooms the professor was talking about. As if reading his mind, a bright young man looked oddly at Artemis.
"Would you like to take yout things to your room..? I can escort-" he began, but Artemis cut him off. "Nah, I think I can find my way around.." the young man looked a bit glum. "Oh." he said, a bit dejected. As he walked away quietly, Artemis felt a bit bad for the fellow, and called to him. "You know, on second thought, I'd like a bit of assistance." The young man whirled around, a bright smile spreading across his face.
Artemis really didn't need a guide. He could have, as he said, easily found his way around the entire complex - and become familiar with it within an hour or two. But, since he was tired of lugging a heavy pack around, and he didn't want to be rude to the young tour guide, he played dumb, and followed the excited young man into a broad corridor.
It was obvious, but this man LOVED to know things. Useless things, but things all the same. Another thing that Artemis noticed right away, was that he also LOVED to talk.After about 45 seconds of his jabbering on and on about how everything works in the entire complex (or so it felt like) Artemis had blocked him out; one of the many innate talents he had. Now, after 10 more minutes of the boring jibberjabber, the man said the first actual interesting thing that Artemis had ever heard him say.
"...and this, is the dining room. We'll be eating dinner here shortly..." he began, but Artemis had already lost him. His nose was overwhelmed with the most savory smell he had ever smelled. The man was still talking, perhaps about his wife, or perhaps about the history of the left wall of the room, but that took no priority in the face of such a delicious smell.
"Um.. Sir?" the man called timidly, once noticing that he had been ignored. Artemis broke from his trance, and turned to face him. "O-oh.. Sorry. What were you saying?" the man shook his head. "Oh, nothing.. but we can move on to your room, if you'd like." Artemis said nothing, but shook his head in agreemend, his sense of smell still reeling.
As they arrived at the room, the man fumbled around in his pocket for a pair of keys, which he used to open the door. With a smile, the man gestured Artemis in. "I hope it's to your liking - everything should be clean.." he beamed. Artemis smiled tiredly, and nodded with a yawn. The man continued. "If there's anything you need, just ask someone for Dennis... That's me." he grinned, laughing at his own joke. Artemis nodded as Dennis shuffled out the door.
Artemis set his pack down on the ground, and collapsed onto the cool bedspread. As his hands fell to his side, they brushed his pokeballs. Then it hit him - he should probably let them out to play. They'd been in their pokeballs ever since the cave, almost 2 hours ago. He sat up laboriously, desperately wanting the sheets to envelop his body. But, he stood up anyway, and headed out the door. Walking down the hallway, and past the kitchen, the smell tempted his nose again. His stomach let out a deep rumble, and his mouth began to water. As he walked past though, he managed to put it out of his mind.
The door to the outside was white, and wooden. Artemis pushed it open, and the sunlight made him cover his eyes. Once adjusted, he released his pokemon one by one. As they all emerged from the white light even brighter than the blazing sun, he turned to Robin.
"Robin, I'm putting you in charge. Make sure nothing too crazy happens. Nobody fights, or anything like that. How's that wing?"
<Fine.. fine. I'll be flying before you know it. Sure, I'll watch this team of misfits putter around. Just leave it to me.> she answered with a bit of a pompous smile. Artemis couldn't help but laugh.
"Alright, alright. Perfect. I'm gonna go lay down for a bit.. When dinner is on, I'll come and check on you, alright?"
<You got it, cheif.> barked Psycho, almost sarcastically, but still holding a bit of respect, so Artemis let it slide.
So, each group went their seperate ways. Artemis headed inside, towards his room. The three triplets headed off towards a particularly tall patch of grass, to play hide and seek. Melody and Psycho headed off towards the body of water. Robin herself perched high in a tree to watch from above. She sighed in content.
<Ah.. just what I need. Some R&R...>
