Cass
Odd Keystone Queen
- 6
- Posts
- 15
- Years
- Age 30
- Down the rabbit hole
- Seen Nov 23, 2009
Sissy stared at the entrance to the storage room curiously, pondering over whether she should go inside or not.
"When d'you think we go insi--"
However, her whispered question to Claudes was interrupted by one of the people standing infront of them. A girl, greeting them both in a rather unorthodox manner, alongside her Charizard Soulmon who quickly cut in and introduced the both of them properly. On her shoulder, Sissy could sense that Claudes found the entire meeting hilarious and had a sarcastic remark planned, but she was faster and beat her part to the punch with a comment of her own creation. "I'll take your word for it, then," her expression shifted into a mildly entertained sort of appearance. Her reply wasn't meant to be a light-hearted joke, just a simple disinterest towards testing that theory in an actual battle. Claudes felt relatively the same, but he didn't feel like showing any charisma at the moment. Instead, bitter cynical actions would replace friendly small talk.
"Right. Well, my two-legged, one-armed friend here is Francis," cue a dark glare from Sissy, "You can call me Claudes. If you care.." he added the last bit boredly, sinking down closer to his human's neck. The Ditto eyed this other Soulmon, Saraph curiously but not openly positive about what he saw. Blue instead of red. How odd. However, with his own coloration, Claudes decided that was the pot calling the kettle black. Silly, silly, silly..
"Call me Sissy," asserted the trainee female, placing a hand on the middle of her chest and taking a low, sweeping bow, Cheshire cat smile still plastered on her lips. Now that she was meeting someone, she could show off her humorous side without being stopped every so often by her make-shift conscience. Stupid little blob- he thought he was so smart. Sissy stood from her bow to fully inspect the other girl. About a foot shorter, possibly more, so her smokey eyes faced downward as always. Fiery red hair and emerald irises stared back at her, so Sissy's first assumption was that this person was as hot-tempered as all of the other redheads encountered before. Despite the woman's height, Sissy assumed she was older. Most of the people shorter than her were older than her as well. Would they be working together on this mission? How strange..
Claudes did a quick transformation into a miniature version of the stripe-wearing trainee. "You can call her a Sissy because she is one," noted Claudes in a mocking tone, and he only shrugged innocently when the spoken-of teen leered as her tiny self-portrait. He morphed back to his original state, ignoring the heated gaze entirely.
"When d'you think we go insi--"
However, her whispered question to Claudes was interrupted by one of the people standing infront of them. A girl, greeting them both in a rather unorthodox manner, alongside her Charizard Soulmon who quickly cut in and introduced the both of them properly. On her shoulder, Sissy could sense that Claudes found the entire meeting hilarious and had a sarcastic remark planned, but she was faster and beat her part to the punch with a comment of her own creation. "I'll take your word for it, then," her expression shifted into a mildly entertained sort of appearance. Her reply wasn't meant to be a light-hearted joke, just a simple disinterest towards testing that theory in an actual battle. Claudes felt relatively the same, but he didn't feel like showing any charisma at the moment. Instead, bitter cynical actions would replace friendly small talk.
"Right. Well, my two-legged, one-armed friend here is Francis," cue a dark glare from Sissy, "You can call me Claudes. If you care.." he added the last bit boredly, sinking down closer to his human's neck. The Ditto eyed this other Soulmon, Saraph curiously but not openly positive about what he saw. Blue instead of red. How odd. However, with his own coloration, Claudes decided that was the pot calling the kettle black. Silly, silly, silly..
"Call me Sissy," asserted the trainee female, placing a hand on the middle of her chest and taking a low, sweeping bow, Cheshire cat smile still plastered on her lips. Now that she was meeting someone, she could show off her humorous side without being stopped every so often by her make-shift conscience. Stupid little blob- he thought he was so smart. Sissy stood from her bow to fully inspect the other girl. About a foot shorter, possibly more, so her smokey eyes faced downward as always. Fiery red hair and emerald irises stared back at her, so Sissy's first assumption was that this person was as hot-tempered as all of the other redheads encountered before. Despite the woman's height, Sissy assumed she was older. Most of the people shorter than her were older than her as well. Would they be working together on this mission? How strange..
Claudes did a quick transformation into a miniature version of the stripe-wearing trainee. "You can call her a Sissy because she is one," noted Claudes in a mocking tone, and he only shrugged innocently when the spoken-of teen leered as her tiny self-portrait. He morphed back to his original state, ignoring the heated gaze entirely.