Viper | Moray : Save the Date
Feb 25, 2015 0:46:50 GMT -8
Post by Skolly on Feb 25, 2015 0:46:50 GMT -8
Moray pulled a shirt on as he walked out of his bedroom, donning his preferred, humanoid form and shaking his hair free of the collar. A little device blipped on the kitchen counter, trying desperately to get his attention when it sensed his entry into the room. A tiny light was flashing about every two seconds to accompany the little chirp; it was marked red for something “important”. The lofty Kolther rested his elbows on the countertop, then poked a little button on the side. This brought up a small hologram of some sort of schedule, but Moray turned it off without a second glance. He was more than aware of what today was: another audit, and the officer assigned: Viper.
Fate brought them together often enough. Viper lived nearby in Orita. Their rivalry dated back to Moray’s initial come-uppance as a human trainer, back when April was in her 30s. Now, he had Autumn who was in her 20s and the bounty-hunter was still taking the audit contracts to come out and check on him. Every visit felt personal because of it, though in the back of his mind he reasoned that it was easy money for her and simply close in proximity. He never truly believed the logic of it though; not entirely, anyway.
Gracefully, he pushed himself back up straight and slid around the corner and into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he perused his stock thoughtfully before removing a few choice containers and setting a pan on the stove. A door clicked and opened and Moray’s ear pivoted to listen, but he made no move to look. “Do you know what day it is!” said an overly excited voice from around the corner.
Moray tossed the food sizzling in the pan with a few practiced flicks of his wrist, then reached for a ceramic carafe, poured some sort of sauce over top, then tossed it a few more times before letting the pan rest again. “Yes, I do, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not dressed for the day.” Autumn blew into the kitchen, in an over-sized T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
“Well, you’re a complete grouch today. I’ll change after breakfast, which—hey, I don’t want that. I wanted something sweet.” She seemed a little unsure. Moray turned the heat down on the meal.
“You’ll eat what I’ve made or you won’t eat at all. I don’t have time for this today.” His focus was clearly on the coming visit. Moray was sorting through mental notes and preparing counter points for anything that could come into question regarding his charge and facilities. Still, he never felt entirely ready for Viper.
“That’s not fair, why are you such a jerk if you know what today is? You should be on your best behavior. Hey!” She exited the kitchen’s entryway and gathered up one of Moray’s work boots in her arms and hurled it at him in an effort to get him to turn around and pay attention. The shoe missed its target and sent the pan and its contents skipping across the countertop and onto the ground. Moray snapped his head around in her direction and swept her legs out from under her with his tail. Her backside hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
“That’s it, Autumn! We’re both not eating then. Get off of your ass and go get dressed, this is your only warning!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” the human woman roared, getting back onto her feet. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked glassy, like she wanted to cry, but couldn’t bring herself to show any weakness.
“GET IN YOUR ROOM AND GET DRESSED, NOW. AND YOU BETTER BE READY BEFORE VIPER GETS HERE.” He was snarling. She made a bunch of furious noises before spinning around and walking back into her room. The door automatically slid shut after her, completely depriving Autumn of the effect of slamming a door. It opened again for a brief moment.
“Either you don’t know what day it is or you don’t care about me. Actually, either way, you don’t care about me.” Her voice was even in tone, but wavered like she was crying. The door slid shut again.
Moray stood, dumbstruck by his companion’s lack of fight in her last statement. His eyes darted side to side, thoughts racing, before it dawned on him. The tall, dark Koltherian spun around and feverishly felt for the little button on his secretarial/organizational device. The same holographic schedule popped up and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity. Viper’s visit sat in a bullet point above another, which noted Autumn’s birthday. Moray groaned and buried his face in his hands. Could he feel any worse? Could today get any worse? Maybe he could still salvage Autumn’s mood--
A knock on the door.
Moray scrambled to gather the fallen food and quickly toss it away. He scooped up the aggressing boot and pulled it on before swiftly finding the other and doing the same. Wiping his hands on his dark pants, he then smoothed down his shirt. Now composed, he pressed down on a panel that gave the visitor permission to enter.
Fate brought them together often enough. Viper lived nearby in Orita. Their rivalry dated back to Moray’s initial come-uppance as a human trainer, back when April was in her 30s. Now, he had Autumn who was in her 20s and the bounty-hunter was still taking the audit contracts to come out and check on him. Every visit felt personal because of it, though in the back of his mind he reasoned that it was easy money for her and simply close in proximity. He never truly believed the logic of it though; not entirely, anyway.
Gracefully, he pushed himself back up straight and slid around the corner and into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he perused his stock thoughtfully before removing a few choice containers and setting a pan on the stove. A door clicked and opened and Moray’s ear pivoted to listen, but he made no move to look. “Do you know what day it is!” said an overly excited voice from around the corner.
Moray tossed the food sizzling in the pan with a few practiced flicks of his wrist, then reached for a ceramic carafe, poured some sort of sauce over top, then tossed it a few more times before letting the pan rest again. “Yes, I do, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not dressed for the day.” Autumn blew into the kitchen, in an over-sized T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
“Well, you’re a complete grouch today. I’ll change after breakfast, which—hey, I don’t want that. I wanted something sweet.” She seemed a little unsure. Moray turned the heat down on the meal.
“You’ll eat what I’ve made or you won’t eat at all. I don’t have time for this today.” His focus was clearly on the coming visit. Moray was sorting through mental notes and preparing counter points for anything that could come into question regarding his charge and facilities. Still, he never felt entirely ready for Viper.
“That’s not fair, why are you such a jerk if you know what today is? You should be on your best behavior. Hey!” She exited the kitchen’s entryway and gathered up one of Moray’s work boots in her arms and hurled it at him in an effort to get him to turn around and pay attention. The shoe missed its target and sent the pan and its contents skipping across the countertop and onto the ground. Moray snapped his head around in her direction and swept her legs out from under her with his tail. Her backside hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
“That’s it, Autumn! We’re both not eating then. Get off of your ass and go get dressed, this is your only warning!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” the human woman roared, getting back onto her feet. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked glassy, like she wanted to cry, but couldn’t bring herself to show any weakness.
“GET IN YOUR ROOM AND GET DRESSED, NOW. AND YOU BETTER BE READY BEFORE VIPER GETS HERE.” He was snarling. She made a bunch of furious noises before spinning around and walking back into her room. The door automatically slid shut after her, completely depriving Autumn of the effect of slamming a door. It opened again for a brief moment.
“Either you don’t know what day it is or you don’t care about me. Actually, either way, you don’t care about me.” Her voice was even in tone, but wavered like she was crying. The door slid shut again.
Moray stood, dumbstruck by his companion’s lack of fight in her last statement. His eyes darted side to side, thoughts racing, before it dawned on him. The tall, dark Koltherian spun around and feverishly felt for the little button on his secretarial/organizational device. The same holographic schedule popped up and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity. Viper’s visit sat in a bullet point above another, which noted Autumn’s birthday. Moray groaned and buried his face in his hands. Could he feel any worse? Could today get any worse? Maybe he could still salvage Autumn’s mood--
A knock on the door.
Moray scrambled to gather the fallen food and quickly toss it away. He scooped up the aggressing boot and pulled it on before swiftly finding the other and doing the same. Wiping his hands on his dark pants, he then smoothed down his shirt. Now composed, he pressed down on a panel that gave the visitor permission to enter.
