Reports

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    Daxton flipped through his papers and signed the bottom of his police reports while walking down the hall. His combat boots made heavy thuds on the floor and echoed down the halls. There were two teachers he had to find and turn these in to, but would cross that bridge when he got to it. First, he'd focus on getting to the office of Christof Drescher and with any luck, he would be in his office, and so would the other one he was looking for. But knowing his luck, which was just that, he was late thanks to a patrol. To go along with his strain of "luck" when he got to the door with the name on a plaque, it was quiet and Daxton was pretty sure it was after hours. Diesel made several noises behind him and shut-up when his master put a hand on him. "Quiet back there." Giving the door a rough knock, he waited and hoped that he was just doing some paper work and his Pokemon were napping or in their balls. The officer was not looking forward to having to type all this up and send it in a email. He always believed that they were unreliable and that the old-fashioned way of paper reports were the safest and the most secure way of making sure that the recipient received everything they needed.

    Diesel stayed behind its master, calmly keeping an eye out for any danger. But even the noises it made on an everyday basis were silenced by its master. The Registeel though, had come to understand that its behavior against the pack of Mightyena was wrong. It had nearly caused the death of Auxru, the Lucario that had served beside that Registeel loyally and had provided great amusement, even for the unfeeling and emotionless Steel monster.

    Daxton's bright blue eyes moved over and looked the Registeel in it's red dots. Those had to be his eyes, and he'd grown to look at Diesel that way. Even if that Pokemon had no emotions, there was still a flicker of hope that Daxton could build it to become self-aware, give it a personality and give it emotions. In a sense though, he didn't want that either. Emotions almost always get in the way of common sense in a dangerous situation, which led to death, and he knew that from experience. Looking back to the door, he waited, hoping for an answer of some sort, or that one of the teachers would appear.

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Word Count: 428
Tags: N/A
Notes: I got bored and made a thread. Blaine and Christof, you guys can pop in if you want, but this'll sit here if you're ever bored

[Christof Drescher]

    The conversation that had been at hand had hardly been a pleasant one. In truth, it had bothered him to have to get rid of a student, especially for the reason the two of them had faced.  Facts were facts, however, Ms. St. Piere  had been ill treating her pokèmon, and that could not be tolerated. At least there was some good that came of the matter however, her pokèmon was reported to be doing well with his new placement. It was best that the pokèmon now get to live his life relating to humans in a peaceful way.  To Christof, his retraining to work with sick and infirm children was a good fit for a loyal and caring pokèmon like Mjorn. 

    Still, he was sure both he, and Blaine preferred to put the matter behind them. The light from his holoscreen had dimmed down and altered to a slightly warmer tint to better accommodate the eyes at night, but still reflected subtly off the curves of his face, as he read the update, skimming it for any additional details that the other professor might like to know. He preferred paper and pen when it came to observations, personal messages and other such things, but technology had it's uses. Certainly the quick updates on the pokèmon they had both concerned themselves with was worth logging in a little more screen time. 

    With the knock at the door, the German professor raised a brow. Curious, it obviously wasn't Blaine, and he hadn't scheduled any appointments today. 

    "Enter", he offers, flicking the screen off, to stand so that he might greet the person entering his office. Currently, only one of Christof's team was present, and that was actually was Nitro, who allowed an eye to slip open.  The Jolteon remained curled up, and comfortable, but watched and waited to see what was going on, ready to stretch out and pick himself up if it was warranted. 

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Word Count: 338
Tags: N/A
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

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    Daxton's eyes had began to droop soon after he knocked. The answer was almost immediate and actually made him start. Blinking, he opened the door and came through with the Registeel following behind him. "I have patrol reports here. Saw some things, not much though, but it's something." He walked over and placed the reports on a clear spot on the desk, looking to the Jolteon. He wished Diesel would be that calm. But noooo, the Regi almost always insisted on being on guard. Remembering that a lot of people were uncomfortable with Diesel, he looked at the professor. "If you want, I can put Diesel back in the ball. I know it isn't to... comforting to look at... for most people that is." Looking at Diesel, he looked over the metal body and blinked slowly at it, looking it in they "eyes" and giving him a harsh glare, telling him to drop the tude.

    The human may as well been a psychic trainer, cause he almost always knew what it was thinking.... it thought. Diesel looked back at it's master and gave a low, metallic rumble, settling down as Daxton's eyes were telling him. Registeel was used to receiving that look, as was the rest of his team when they stepped out of line... Diesel understood that this was a teacher, and Daxton told it to trust the teachers. Figuring that it was truly OK, it actually settled down, besides faking it.

    Daxton watched his Registeel's eyes dim in their red glow and he knew they had calmed down. Looking at the professor, he raised an eyebrow. "Also, heard a lot about a couple of students. Are you OK? That ordeal had to be rough, in some way or another." He knew Christof had tougher skin than most and that he was much stricter, but that doesn't mean that he didn't have emotions, that also meant that Daxton didn't have to bring it up. Realizing his mistake, he thought inwardly that he should have shut up while he was ahead. Besides, it was bad enough that Diesel's outrageous defensiveness was getting out of his own master's control.

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Word Count: 362
Tags: Christof, Nitro
Notes: Daxton started rambling, somebody is sleepy.

[Blaine Carlisle]

It didn't bother him to go unnoticed, especially since it was entirely possible the Head of Security simply hadn't expected him to be there - but well, this was an office and there had been business to attend to. Unpleasant business to be sure, but business none the less. And to think, he'd given that girl a chance to try and have a normal life. That was what he got for apparently being a soft touch, not that Christof had said as much - but he couldn't help feeling responsible for Mjorn's treatment anyway. Perhaps if he hadn't decided to back her application with his own signature, such a thing wouldn't have ever occurred. 


Ah well, there was no use crying over spilled milk - or so the saying went - so rather than continue to be upset about it, he merely offered a faint smile in greeting to Daxton and remained quiet for the moment, content to listen to the words being exchanged. He did frown a bit though when the other mentioned seeing 'something' out in the school perimeter. Seeing as the school was set in such a remote location, there was always the possibility of some of the wild pokemon that shouldn't be on school grounds crossing the line and making trouble so this really was important news.


His brow did raise a bit though as Daxton inquired after Christof's well-being, the other man's concern seemingly out of nowhere...and perhaps a bit strange. It was kind though, to ask, so though he found it a peculiar thing to ask, his expression shifted more into a smile as he finally spoke up - likely calling attention to his presence. "It's been a rough couple of days, I suppose..." He said quietly, eyeing Daxton from where he sat, and eyeing Diesel too. The Registeel was known for being volatile, and perhaps a bit unpredictable - which was dangerous for a few reasons - so observation was key before deciding if something needed to be done about it. Daxton appeared to have a better grip on the pokemon today though, so rather than continue to observe, he merely shifted his attention down to a Nitro - who apparently had Loki trying to flirt with him a little. 


And flirting with the Jolteon was something Loki had certainly been trying to do - wafting his tails enticingly at the other 'mon in hopes of engaging him in a way that could lead to more fun things later. But then the third human had stepped into the room, and with him that huge, hulking piece of metal...and any attempts at flirting with Nitro had ceased momentarily so he could stay alert in case he was needed. He wasn't certain what he could do if the Registeel began to behave in a manner that was aggressive, but he wouldn't let his Blaine or Blaine's Christof get hurt, even accidentally. 

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Word Count: 487
Tags: Chris/Nitro, Daxton/Diesel
Notes: Loki (Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

   He hadn't been expecting Mr. Raymer, but it wasn't shocking that the other might come seeking him out. Raising a brow as the other asked if he should recall his pokèmon to it's ball or not. The offer seemed a bit odd to the German instructor, but he didn't figure saying as much would be helpful. He wasn't always completely socially unaware. 
 
   "No, that won't be necessary Mr. Raymer." If the other moved forward closely enough to extend his hand he would do so, but if not he would ignore the impulse.  Further surprises were in store for him, it would seem, as the other asked about his welling being.  Surprise wasn't the only reaction he had to combat.  Truthfully, he wasn't quite sure how to respond, or what to make of the other's concern.  "There will always be delinquents in the world, that one was dealt with recently is not a concerning matter."  It had been easier to speak with Blaine in the room honestly.  Not that he was about to admit, but the other's presence helped him feel secure in unfamiliar or uncomfortable situations.  It was as if Blaine's presence made him more sure about what was expected of him. 

   That thought had a subconscious twitch of facial muscles drawing his brow in ever so subtly, his gaze narrowing some. If he were any less in control of his own responses, Christof would have made a soft noise to accompany the odd realization that that line of thinking matched up with the methodologies behind his own leading of his pack.... So what, Blaine was his alpha now? That thought certainly would have been worthy of a soft snort, if not for the third party in the room.

   "Have a seat", he suggest, gesturing to a third chair in the room. It was a bit away from the other, as really, he only anticipated it's need on those occasions where hopeful future attendants came with a parent or other mentor, or when parents wished to come to speak about an individual's performance. Neither were events he relished, but being prepared for it was, none the less, necessary.  

   Nitro didn't entirely care for the new man's presence, nor for that of his pokèmon. Loki, for his part, was a fair distraction when it came to Blaine, who was harmless, or his own personal boredom, but at times like this, it was natural for him to want to focus on the matter at paw. Of course, when the man came, Loki also saw it was time to see just what sort of trouble might come with this less familiar presence. Ears twitching, he lifted his head, aiming a hard glare at the man and his pokèmon. There was a certain tension, a readiness to him, though it did lessen, and his ears settled back slightly at a soft but firm, "Lass es" from his master. Nose twitching some, he settled his head back down, but kept his eyes open, lifting it again, only if Loki returned his attention to him, a light game of quiet bitey face wouldn't be inappropriate at such a time, and if the other were agreeable, he might even initiate it. 

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Word Count: 455
Tags: N/A
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

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    Daxton frowned more and looked to the other person in the room, Mr. Carlisle. Now, his sudden voice really hadn't startled him, but it did alert him and give him a mental slap for letting something like that slip past him so easily. Even though the lone guard was tired and worn out, there was no excuse for being unaware and rambling like he was. Silent about any further... issues... Daxton continued on with his report.

    "In further detail. The only concerns I have seen have been Arbok nesting rather close to high traffic area of the school. If needed, my Metagross can remove them from the area and relocate them." Daxton flipped through numerous papers in his arms coming to a halt. "As recorded by other people, there has been a recent movement of Mightyena." Motioning downwards, his Lucario, Auxru popped out of the ball. Still a little sore and wounded, he stood next to his master, bandages covering him. "The problem was handled in a rather... brute and unnecessary manner." Turning towards his Registeel, he gave another harsh look that shamed the legendary where it stood. "The Mightyena were chased off of the premises and a few were lost in the Flash canon and Hyper beam that was very uncalled for." Daxton had no need to even look towards Diesel. He knew that it knew what it did wrong and hopefully, the Registeel would build off of that... Experience...

    "Onwards, there's been reports of an increasingly aggressive student on campus. I have seen him myself and his actions are quite defensive. The way he carries his self and the way he talks shows the increasing aggressive behavior. I do believe that he is already on the roster for therapy. Silas Umbre." Running his hand through his hair, he sniffed it afterwards, recoiling at the smell of the hair gel and his own, worn out hands. "Sorry about that. Next is the final.... issue at hand. The thing that concerns me the most is the movement of Beartic. The time of season is coming around for them to start moving towards another side of the area, and we're at risk of them crossing this year. There's been a swell in the water levels due to the extended rainy season and it's pushing the Beartic closer to high traffic areas."

    Closing his reports and placing a copy of them on each of the teacher's desks, he sat down as invited, sitting on the edge of the chair and eventually leaning back into it. "I would have offered a hand shake to each of you, but my hands aren't desirable to touch. We had some issues outside with a couple of Ryhorn and that included using my hands on some pretty grungy stuff. I apologize for the lack of civility." Holding his hands up, he exposed the blackened palms and fingers.

    Diesel was left in a shame. It had been punished again with his master's gaze and in front of others at that. Watching Auxru come out of his ball, it quickly returned itself to it's respectful ball, ashamed of facing the partner he had nearly killed because of an over-reaction.

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Word Count: 532
Tags: Christof, Blaine
Notes: Daxton is working on being Civil