12-31-2019, 02:42 PM
Ran’s eyes narrowed at the cyborg ninja’s placating gesture, not too pleased with it, but he stilled his tongue and listened to their for the cicada and giant crab. For the most part his reaction to it was the bristly blacksmith’s usual grumpy stoicism, but his gaze did somewhat surprised and interested when they brought up Cocancer’s lineage, flickering over to it briefly then back to Kogeki again. When they finished, he took a few seconds to mull everything over, before he reached up and pinched the bridge of nose and *Sighed* , and gave his covert partner an begrudgingly accepting nod.
“Alright, fine Kogeki. I’ll give those rowdy looking arthropods of yours the benefit of the doubt now and abide them hanging ‘round me, if ya insist they’re nice and sweet as Pecha Berries. If they give me or my own any trouble, though, I’ll be taking me compensation for it straight out of your hide.”
*Sighs*
“….As for that battle you’re proposing, don’t hold it to me. I’m not one for battling unless I got a reason for it or need to scrap together some Poke, and after this horrible job I don’t think I’ll be in the mood for anything but retiring back to me smithy and resting for a long time. *Bitterly Snorts* And that’s if we survive this experience with my mind, body, and/or soul intact – or any of us, for that matter.”
After saying thus, Randolph falls silent, and stubbornly refuses to speak anymore about this to Kogeki for the night. It’s almost time for him to hit the hay/get some busy work in before doing so, and he rather spend what little time before then unwinding from a tough day than gabbing.
That being said, the dwarven craftsman isn’t done talking with the strange and almost ineffable guitarist Kee, whose take away from his vexatious venting was perplexing as usual.
He stares at them as they began to laugh as if they lost their damn mind, before heaving a exasperated *SIGH* and shaking his head.
“*Mutters* ....Komisch wie flamboyant Mr. Mime, aber nicht der geringste etwas klar und transparent, wenn er einen Sturm aufwirft. Wie kommt Mutter Natur mit einer Kombination von dieser Art ... ? “
Translation: ….Weird as flamboyant Mr. Mime, yet not the slightest bit clear ‘n transparent when he acts up a storm. How does mother nature come up with combination of this sort….?
Once they finally calm down and give their own two cents on his rant, he shrugs and nods in casual sort of way. “I told ya the requirements to getting on me shit list weren’t anything unusual or inane, so not sure what your finding so humorous about it all. Unless it’s the similarities we share of what pisses us of that tickles your funny Cubone, or ya just like seeing me steamed, in which case your sense of humor is more childish and off kilter than a bushel of baby Oddish.”
Ran pauses as he observes the colourful dandy fondly and lovingly receives his Sylveon, a…..subdued, searching expression crossing his face for a few seconds, before it’s wiped away by their next remark, which causes him to snort.
“I’ll ta ya word for it, then. Ya should know yourself better than anyone else, and I don’t want to deal with ya throwing a hissy fit, unless it’s ‘cause of something that’ll rile up and set off anyone. In diesem Fall werde ich wahrscheinlich zu beschäftigt sein mich tobt, oder versuchen, Dinge zu beheben, bevor alles andere beginnt auseinander zu fallen scheint.”
Translation: In that case, I’ll probably be too busy myself Raging, or trying to fix things up before everything else starts falling apart at the seems.”
Kee gets another *Snort* when they remark upon the obvious (his temper), and was about to give him a snidely gruff response, but stopped when they began praising it, and gave him a ‘What in the world are you on about’ look at their offer. Then he *Snorts* again and slowly shakes his head, a hint of a smile gracing his lips.
“You know, most people consider that aspect of me Charming personality to be a vice rather than a virtue, much less praise me for it. *Snorts* Me friend Alman and his brat certainly don’t care for it, the worrywarts. *Chuckles* He…but I suppose if there’s anyone that appreciates such passion, it be a pop ‘n punk ‘n fool of a musician like ya, Kee.”
He spares a considering look at Octavia, that expression reappearing for an instant.
“Especially seeing as ya owned and raised one them fae foxes, and it seems pretty fond of you. If they’re any Eevelution that personifies passion, it be a Sylveon, aside from the more zealous Espeon and Umbreons of the world. Dealt with a few of them myself a few times, and what bad times they were. *Grimaces* One damn Espeon damn near gave me a brain aneurism for sassing ‘n thrashing their trainer, before Diam intervened and conveyed both our displeasure for that. *Growls* Would’ve sicced the League on that murderous purple pest, but I settled for shaking down their trainer for every last Poke and anything of value on them when they started sniveling, begging, and bawling their eyes out for me not to. Probably still should have reported them, but I made a deal with them and I’m a man of my word, for better and worse.”
“ *Grimaces Harder* ….Of course, even the friendliest of the solar and lunar foxes can’t hold a candle to the super zealous, protective, and caring Sylveons. That lot is a real nasty basket case, from what I’ve read and heard about them. Was glad your fae fox was not one of them, and I hope I never have to deal with one, *Shudders*.”
…Well, that was a interesting tangent.
Unfortunately, like old age and the terrible moments in everyone’s lives, the conversation inexorably drifted back to that damnable professor Rowan, and almost immediately Ran’s expression darkened as the mercurial music maker went to bat for the man.
“Bah!” he growled out, his grip once more threatening to crush his cup of cocoa into sopping wet and Scalding hot pieces. “’Course you’d think that. You’ve been playing right along with his games like a nice little Pawnard, knowingly or not. That, and you’re a person of big interest to that viper, what with you being an extra-universal traveler that has the most intimate connection with the Tauros shit supernatural mystery force plaguing Sinnoh, the planet, and seemingly many other worlds. It’d be as hard as Diam’s favorite meal for him not treat ya like fine china and the fancy silverware that comes with it, as someone with all your qualities is a downright precious resource for a researcher and task master like him. He was probably downright giddy behind that brick wall of a face of his when you ended up falling into his lap, and he’s the sort all too willing to lend a Helping Hand and a comforting shoulder if it’d secure you to his diabolical scheme and put you in his debt.”
The currently irritated midget man looked ready to light off like a firecracker of rage and indignation at the perceived injustices Rowan, but then he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out, along with a whole bunch of his anger. Now, he looked bitterly resigned and deeply frustrated with….well, just about everything about the situation he got in, and cynically amused on top of that.
“…..It’s too late to do anything about it, though. For any of us. *Darkly chuckles* Rowan, that bastard, got us all on his command good, like a doppy Magikarp. Hook, line, and sinker. Laid his plan well, and made us walk it, one way or another. *Darkly laughs* Hell, he even choose, put, and suckered the right people for it too, for the most part! Karen, wee little lass looking to prove herself like the rest of her generation, his bread ‘n butter that he’s best and most comfortable dealing with. Kogeki, his loyal servant and personal bodyguard, who’d probably sooner hack off his other arm than think of mutinying against his charge. And finally the lad Lucas, his most august and prized trainer, who’s past history and relationship with the man would happily place himself right under his thumb – or if not that, go hand and hand with whatever they want if they set it up right.”
Randolph looked Kee straight in the eyes, and gave him the most grim smile they’ve ever seen from him.
“The only people he was not prepared to deal with were me and you. That old fuck hardly knew anything about me ‘cause I never meet him before this job, and never appeared in his crosshair or put in his black book as I only relatively recently became a trainer and haven’t done anything to make me prominent. *Chuckles* He was completely or damn near blind about me. If he knew better, I bet my bottom Poke he’d never consider hiring me, ‘cause I was not and will never be the sort of gullible or pliable fool he’d want doing his dirty work or put up with his shit. Oh how I Wish that was the case. And you….well, we already know why no one could see you coming. “
His gaze returns to his cocoa, as he stares tiredly, morosely, and distastefully into its depths, a crooked smile plastered onto his face.
“ *Bitterly Chuckles* Still, he got us both in line with his plan. By enticing and encouraging you into it, and all but forcing it upon me. Rowan….er ist sicher eine clevere und fähige Schlange, nicht wahr? Ein König der Schlange, seine Worte und Wege die giftigsten und engsten, die ich je gesehen habe..... Verdammt, dieser Mistkerl. Verdammt ihn in die Verzerrte Welt und darüber hinaus.”
Translation: Rowan….he sure is one clever and capable serpent, isn’t he? A king of snake, his words and ways the most venomous and constricting I’ve ever seen….. Damn that son of a bitch. Damn him to the Distorted World and beyond.
He falls silent, before he finished his cocoa in one big pull and gets up from the wall, stretching and cracking his back as he did so.
“Welp, that’s enough complaining for one night. Time for me to head for bed, so I can do my job right and can continue to complain about it tomorrow. Night, Kee, Kogeki.”
Like that, he leaves for his room, Brigid getting up and faithfully following him shortly thereafter, worried yet somehow content with her master’s ways as always.
“Alright, fine Kogeki. I’ll give those rowdy looking arthropods of yours the benefit of the doubt now and abide them hanging ‘round me, if ya insist they’re nice and sweet as Pecha Berries. If they give me or my own any trouble, though, I’ll be taking me compensation for it straight out of your hide.”
*Sighs*
“….As for that battle you’re proposing, don’t hold it to me. I’m not one for battling unless I got a reason for it or need to scrap together some Poke, and after this horrible job I don’t think I’ll be in the mood for anything but retiring back to me smithy and resting for a long time. *Bitterly Snorts* And that’s if we survive this experience with my mind, body, and/or soul intact – or any of us, for that matter.”
After saying thus, Randolph falls silent, and stubbornly refuses to speak anymore about this to Kogeki for the night. It’s almost time for him to hit the hay/get some busy work in before doing so, and he rather spend what little time before then unwinding from a tough day than gabbing.
That being said, the dwarven craftsman isn’t done talking with the strange and almost ineffable guitarist Kee, whose take away from his vexatious venting was perplexing as usual.
He stares at them as they began to laugh as if they lost their damn mind, before heaving a exasperated *SIGH* and shaking his head.
“*Mutters* ....Komisch wie flamboyant Mr. Mime, aber nicht der geringste etwas klar und transparent, wenn er einen Sturm aufwirft. Wie kommt Mutter Natur mit einer Kombination von dieser Art ... ? “
Translation: ….Weird as flamboyant Mr. Mime, yet not the slightest bit clear ‘n transparent when he acts up a storm. How does mother nature come up with combination of this sort….?
Once they finally calm down and give their own two cents on his rant, he shrugs and nods in casual sort of way. “I told ya the requirements to getting on me shit list weren’t anything unusual or inane, so not sure what your finding so humorous about it all. Unless it’s the similarities we share of what pisses us of that tickles your funny Cubone, or ya just like seeing me steamed, in which case your sense of humor is more childish and off kilter than a bushel of baby Oddish.”
Ran pauses as he observes the colourful dandy fondly and lovingly receives his Sylveon, a…..subdued, searching expression crossing his face for a few seconds, before it’s wiped away by their next remark, which causes him to snort.
“I’ll ta ya word for it, then. Ya should know yourself better than anyone else, and I don’t want to deal with ya throwing a hissy fit, unless it’s ‘cause of something that’ll rile up and set off anyone. In diesem Fall werde ich wahrscheinlich zu beschäftigt sein mich tobt, oder versuchen, Dinge zu beheben, bevor alles andere beginnt auseinander zu fallen scheint.”
Translation: In that case, I’ll probably be too busy myself Raging, or trying to fix things up before everything else starts falling apart at the seems.”
Kee gets another *Snort* when they remark upon the obvious (his temper), and was about to give him a snidely gruff response, but stopped when they began praising it, and gave him a ‘What in the world are you on about’ look at their offer. Then he *Snorts* again and slowly shakes his head, a hint of a smile gracing his lips.
“You know, most people consider that aspect of me Charming personality to be a vice rather than a virtue, much less praise me for it. *Snorts* Me friend Alman and his brat certainly don’t care for it, the worrywarts. *Chuckles* He…but I suppose if there’s anyone that appreciates such passion, it be a pop ‘n punk ‘n fool of a musician like ya, Kee.”
He spares a considering look at Octavia, that expression reappearing for an instant.
“Especially seeing as ya owned and raised one them fae foxes, and it seems pretty fond of you. If they’re any Eevelution that personifies passion, it be a Sylveon, aside from the more zealous Espeon and Umbreons of the world. Dealt with a few of them myself a few times, and what bad times they were. *Grimaces* One damn Espeon damn near gave me a brain aneurism for sassing ‘n thrashing their trainer, before Diam intervened and conveyed both our displeasure for that. *Growls* Would’ve sicced the League on that murderous purple pest, but I settled for shaking down their trainer for every last Poke and anything of value on them when they started sniveling, begging, and bawling their eyes out for me not to. Probably still should have reported them, but I made a deal with them and I’m a man of my word, for better and worse.”
“ *Grimaces Harder* ….Of course, even the friendliest of the solar and lunar foxes can’t hold a candle to the super zealous, protective, and caring Sylveons. That lot is a real nasty basket case, from what I’ve read and heard about them. Was glad your fae fox was not one of them, and I hope I never have to deal with one, *Shudders*.”
…Well, that was a interesting tangent.
Unfortunately, like old age and the terrible moments in everyone’s lives, the conversation inexorably drifted back to that damnable professor Rowan, and almost immediately Ran’s expression darkened as the mercurial music maker went to bat for the man.
“Bah!” he growled out, his grip once more threatening to crush his cup of cocoa into sopping wet and Scalding hot pieces. “’Course you’d think that. You’ve been playing right along with his games like a nice little Pawnard, knowingly or not. That, and you’re a person of big interest to that viper, what with you being an extra-universal traveler that has the most intimate connection with the Tauros shit supernatural mystery force plaguing Sinnoh, the planet, and seemingly many other worlds. It’d be as hard as Diam’s favorite meal for him not treat ya like fine china and the fancy silverware that comes with it, as someone with all your qualities is a downright precious resource for a researcher and task master like him. He was probably downright giddy behind that brick wall of a face of his when you ended up falling into his lap, and he’s the sort all too willing to lend a Helping Hand and a comforting shoulder if it’d secure you to his diabolical scheme and put you in his debt.”
The currently irritated midget man looked ready to light off like a firecracker of rage and indignation at the perceived injustices Rowan, but then he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out, along with a whole bunch of his anger. Now, he looked bitterly resigned and deeply frustrated with….well, just about everything about the situation he got in, and cynically amused on top of that.
“…..It’s too late to do anything about it, though. For any of us. *Darkly chuckles* Rowan, that bastard, got us all on his command good, like a doppy Magikarp. Hook, line, and sinker. Laid his plan well, and made us walk it, one way or another. *Darkly laughs* Hell, he even choose, put, and suckered the right people for it too, for the most part! Karen, wee little lass looking to prove herself like the rest of her generation, his bread ‘n butter that he’s best and most comfortable dealing with. Kogeki, his loyal servant and personal bodyguard, who’d probably sooner hack off his other arm than think of mutinying against his charge. And finally the lad Lucas, his most august and prized trainer, who’s past history and relationship with the man would happily place himself right under his thumb – or if not that, go hand and hand with whatever they want if they set it up right.”
Randolph looked Kee straight in the eyes, and gave him the most grim smile they’ve ever seen from him.
“The only people he was not prepared to deal with were me and you. That old fuck hardly knew anything about me ‘cause I never meet him before this job, and never appeared in his crosshair or put in his black book as I only relatively recently became a trainer and haven’t done anything to make me prominent. *Chuckles* He was completely or damn near blind about me. If he knew better, I bet my bottom Poke he’d never consider hiring me, ‘cause I was not and will never be the sort of gullible or pliable fool he’d want doing his dirty work or put up with his shit. Oh how I Wish that was the case. And you….well, we already know why no one could see you coming. “
His gaze returns to his cocoa, as he stares tiredly, morosely, and distastefully into its depths, a crooked smile plastered onto his face.
“ *Bitterly Chuckles* Still, he got us both in line with his plan. By enticing and encouraging you into it, and all but forcing it upon me. Rowan….er ist sicher eine clevere und fähige Schlange, nicht wahr? Ein König der Schlange, seine Worte und Wege die giftigsten und engsten, die ich je gesehen habe..... Verdammt, dieser Mistkerl. Verdammt ihn in die Verzerrte Welt und darüber hinaus.”
Translation: Rowan….he sure is one clever and capable serpent, isn’t he? A king of snake, his words and ways the most venomous and constricting I’ve ever seen….. Damn that son of a bitch. Damn him to the Distorted World and beyond.
He falls silent, before he finished his cocoa in one big pull and gets up from the wall, stretching and cracking his back as he did so.
“Welp, that’s enough complaining for one night. Time for me to head for bed, so I can do my job right and can continue to complain about it tomorrow. Night, Kee, Kogeki.”
Like that, he leaves for his room, Brigid getting up and faithfully following him shortly thereafter, worried yet somehow content with her master’s ways as always.
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
