Coffee break.

[solem]

"I am Experiment zero-zero-nine." ...an experiment in an experiment that ended in flames. Ah, but that wasn't something she needed to bring up now. Or ever. That would be better. "And I find out quite a lot of things, especially things others know." She smiled cheerfully to the umbreon, her sharp teeth making the expression of happiness rather grim in appearance. That odd smile was replaced by curiosity as the cafe doors opened and a 'good afternoon' sounded from the creature. He was taller than her, this much X9 knew was obvious- why was everyone above her height?- and somewhat looked like the kirlia she had been talking with before. Somewhat. Was this one an evolution?

"You're blue. I envy you." She did... X9 wasn't the type to tell lies. Not that she understood what a lie was. She did envy- whatever that meant- that this creature was closer to her natural color than she. Er.. somewhat. Hadn't she been darker? Still. "You are also pretty." She glanced back at Katya and Nightstar and grinned again. "You are all pretty." Now that she was through with her latest talkative antics, she glanced amiably up at the gardevoir who had been speaking before.

"What is a pastry?" It sounded delicious, whatever it was. Better than the scraps she managed to scrounge for herself. It was hard to not know what was edible and what was not, after all, but if this cafe was serving it... it must be edible! She smiled to think of food, for her belly was indeed a bit empty, but she wasn't the type to just walk out of a good series of conversations just to satisfy herself.

Remembering something she probably shouldn't have forgotten, the absol frowned and turned back toward nightstar. "What's your name?" And then her gaze was on the kirlia. "And yours?" She didn't ask he gardevoir... hadn't her kirlia friend just called him Psy?

[fantasmicdragon]

"I am Nightstar" The Umbreon responded casually. He turned around to see the Gardivour, asking about bandaging his tail. "No thank you gal, The blood is fake blood actually. " He said, flicking his tail away and spilling more of the 'blood' onto the ground. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, disliking the Gardivour a bit. He wondered if the Gardivour was a girl or a boy. Most likely a girl, he figured, but what did he know?

[Ex]

A soft and nervous laughter escaped the unofficial owner of the café. Psy instinctively took a little step back from Katya, putting on a weak grin. However, obvious displays of disdain were not to Psy's liking, and he attempted to keep a straight face, "No thank you, Katya of the Cirque," Psy answered. He did not intend to add such an emphasis on the Kirlia's title, but it seemed to slip through as a foolish mistake. The Gardevoir's pleasant expression appeared to falter, his well hidden distrust unmasked. However, he recovered fast, too fast for a real comment to be made about it. Oh, how years of playing up this image had taught him so much...! "It would take too much fabric to make a dress my size, and even then, what would I use it for? My contest days ended quite a while ago. After all, your Absol friend appears to like my blue."

Psy's attention turned to 009, the Absol. Pretty, she had said. As much as Psy hated to admit it, pretty was a better description than handsome (not that Psy was narcissistic enough to actually consider such defining terms, not that he was narcissistic or anything to begin with), and that did not fit with his sex. Male Gardevoir weren't that rare, where they? Beyond the plastic smile, Psy silently reminded himself that he was a guy, even though Psy himself doubted it at times, what, with the constant gender confusion.

"A pastry is a baked sweet, Absol," Psy began to explain. His smile widened, just a bit: despite his quite gentlemanly reputation, an even better known fact about Psy was that he had a massive sweet tooth for baked goods, "It's flaky. Here, let me find you one."

Behind the counter, on a long table where many kinds of baked goods were stacked, one of these pastries began to float. It was lifted off its plate by a soft blue aura, likely Psy's doing. The pastry (Palmier pastry, specifically) landed on the ground in front of 009, "That is one of many different pastries. If you like that, feel free to ask for a cream puff."

The atmosphere within the café had become considerably calmer. Psy was satisfied, although there was one more patron to tend to before he could be assured that everything was safe. However, before he could, Nightstar had begun to speak. And he called Psy a gal.

Somewhat broken, Psy rested his head on the counter, patience wearing thin. It wasn't Nightstar's fault, really: Psy was just really tired of being called a girl, gal, lass, etc., and he had just come back from dealing with a Blaziken who delighted in torturing him. What would normally have been an alarming situation passed with relatively good humour from the café customers, some even smiling at the entertainment. Psy being mistaken for a girl never got old, and his reactions were even better. No one could keep up such an angelic act forever, after all. Nevertheless, Psy regained his posture after lamenting his situation for a scant seven seconds.

"Ah, Nightstar, then. Well, if it is fake blood, could you please stop dripping it onto the ground?" Psy asked, bright blue eyes watching the red stains on the floor. They wouldn't be too hard to clean out, to be quite honest, but Psy just didn't feel the sight would go well with patrons.

[insert pretentious name here]

"Why, thank you," Katya beamed. Now Katya, Katya was vain. Pretty was a good thing, considering she was a girl that was feminine, so. "I'm Katya," the Kirlia answered Experiment zero-zero-nine brightly. "Do you have a nickname, love? I'm afraid Experiment zero-zero-nine doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

The diminuitive Kirlia was soon distracted by the Umbreon's - Nightstar's - comment, and somehow managed to give the impression of looking down her glasses at him (despite Nightstar being about twice her height). "Psy was kind enough to offer assistance," she informed him, omitting her mental "you cretin". "Do be a dear and accept it. And fake blood or not, it's quite rude to drip all over someone else's floor. Not to mention unsanitary."

As an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and Psy's male, so I honestly don't know why you're calling him a gal."

Because it was completely obvious a Pokemon that looked like a willowy human in a full-length dress was male. Well, to Katya it was. Probably because she already knew who the Gardevoir was, partly because she was in the evolutionary family.

Katya received Psy's words with a smile that was balanced somewhere between sugary sweet and tottering on the edge of violence. "Why would you need an occasion to wear it, Master Psy of Eden's Gardeners?" Katya asked innocently, voice somehow managing to make the Gardevoir's name and faction sound utterly pretentious. The added snub of calling him master rather than mister was mild, but Katya did enjoy needling. She continued, "Fabric is of little concern to me, my dear. If you prefer blue, then who am I to argue?" Not that that would stop her. "Do consider it, Psy."

(somewhere in the back of her mind, Katya wondered what would happen if Psy snapped
oh it would be glorious. possibly also painful).

[fantasmicdragon]

Nightstar rolled his eyes before flicking his tail a few times to the left. A small packet fell out, broken but still filled with 'blood' On the packet were the words 'Fake Blood'. He flicked the packet on the trashcan, where it fell in. "So much for that packet, but they were cheap, didnt even look real. I remember that thing tasted like ketchup, I hate that red sauce" He hissed. He jumped on a chair. "A bit more coffee" He asked the nearest waitress, who looked rather unerved but brought more coffee. Drinking a bit, he noticed that the tension lessended considerably. He didnt care less. The gear remained on a steady ticking, like a clock. Nightstar looked at a couple other pokemon, before returning his gaze onto the Gardivour.

[insert pretentious name here]

[[... uh, did you read these posts? Katya's been calling the Gardevoir by name for the last two posts, also:

Aug 3, 2010 9:20:00 GMT -5 insert pretentious name here said:

As an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and Psy's male, so I honestly don't know why you're calling him a gal."

dude.]]

[fantasmicdragon]

((Oh... *edits* Another thing i miss...again))