Since you all seem to like it: Nekou and Namba
Yes, I decided to cave last night and write the two most requested characters ever for you. Enjoy.
By the way, there's a reference in the Nekou story some of you might not get, so I might as well explain it. A lot of you might wonder what Nekou getting mistaken for a guy has to do with pants, so here's a explanation: When Nekou got transferred to Covert Operations, she ended up getting mistaken for a guy because of her, um... unfeminine appearance (think Lina Inverse. It's actually kinda a running joke in Nekou's backstory.) Because of the mix-up, she ended up with the male uniform. She hasn't complained, because it never really bothered her (once she got over the insult of being considered a dude). There's a picture of her (that doesn't suck too bad) here. I'll try not to include such obscure backstory references in the future, probably because I'm trying to find some way to work that story into an upcoming prompt. I'm getting a LOT of Nekou's backstory written in this community, I've noticed...
29. Grass
Nekou felt like she was about to collapse.
It had been nearly an hour now since the helicopter intended for her departure had landed, but somehow in the process, Nekou had taken a wrong turn somewhere en route to it. Now she and Kali were stuck here, wandering in the blazing afternoon sunlight.
Whoever designed these stupid Covert Ops uniforms is a bleeding moron, she thought to herself. Completely black. The last thing anyone wanted to be wearing out in this weather. She had long earlier taken off her shirt to reveal the small black tank top she always wore underneath in case of such emergency- this was not the first time such an event had occured- yet still, her legs burned, the black pants like a magnet to the heat. For the first time, she found herself wishing she wasn't mistaken for a guy upon her transfer to the department. At least then, some air could get in...
All Nekou really wanted was a place to rest and cool off... but all that was ahead was dark, paved street. A cruel desert of tar, tormenting her. The heat was clearly getting to Kali, too, Nekou noticed, as the Sneasel ran off ahead of her. "Kali? Where are you going?" Nekou asked. She followed behind Kali, hoping whatever the thing had found was helpful in some way. "There's nothing here, Kali," she said, once Kali had stopped, apparently having found her mark. "Just some-" Nekou looked down. The ground was different here. Green. "-Grass." She scooped Kali up and hugged her. "Oh, you've done it again!" she said, letting herself fall into the lush green oasis.
As Nekou sank into the long, cool blades, the thought crossed her mind that there might be hell to pay once she finally found the helicopter. She'd had a bad history of being late in the past. But it quickly dissipated, the coolness surrounding her and her Sneasel letting all her worries melt away in the summer heat. The helicopter could wait. The grass was here now.
30. Lunch
"Namba, what is it about you and lunch?"
Namba looked up abruptly from his noodles. Sebastian was standing in the doorway of his office, staring at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Hm?"
"You know, Namba. I've never seen someone so stuck to his routine as you. Except maybe me." Sebastian laughed at his little joke. Namba apparently didn't get it. "You always eat your lunch at the exact same time, every day. It's mindblowing, considering you can't even show up to meetings on time without me swamping your voice mail."
Namba thought. He'd never had anyone ask him before. Most around him just accepted it as one of his many quirks. He had a reason, alright.
He'd grown up in a poor family as a child. The one thing he could always count on, though, was that his mother would pack him a delicious lunch every day before he went off to school. It was always so strange. Despite his family's poverty, the lunches he ate at school were fantastic, and he looked forward to noon more than anything else in the world, to the point that long after his high school graduation, he ate lunch at twelve o' clock sharp every day, to bring back the comforting feelings that his packed lunches always gave him.
And he still did now. For fifty years straight, always the same thing. Twelve o' clock was lunchtime for Namba. It was as much a fact of life for him as the sunset or Pidgey flying south in winter.
"I guess it's just a habit," Namba said, returning to his cup ramen.
Sebastian gave him a weird look. "I will never for the life of me understand you, Namba," he said, turning and leaving. Namba was somewhat annoyed by Sebastian's rather rude departure. He could really use some lunch, he thought.
By the way, there's a reference in the Nekou story some of you might not get, so I might as well explain it. A lot of you might wonder what Nekou getting mistaken for a guy has to do with pants, so here's a explanation: When Nekou got transferred to Covert Operations, she ended up getting mistaken for a guy because of her, um... unfeminine appearance (think Lina Inverse. It's actually kinda a running joke in Nekou's backstory.) Because of the mix-up, she ended up with the male uniform. She hasn't complained, because it never really bothered her (once she got over the insult of being considered a dude). There's a picture of her (that doesn't suck too bad) here. I'll try not to include such obscure backstory references in the future, probably because I'm trying to find some way to work that story into an upcoming prompt. I'm getting a LOT of Nekou's backstory written in this community, I've noticed...
29. Grass
Nekou felt like she was about to collapse.
It had been nearly an hour now since the helicopter intended for her departure had landed, but somehow in the process, Nekou had taken a wrong turn somewhere en route to it. Now she and Kali were stuck here, wandering in the blazing afternoon sunlight.
Whoever designed these stupid Covert Ops uniforms is a bleeding moron, she thought to herself. Completely black. The last thing anyone wanted to be wearing out in this weather. She had long earlier taken off her shirt to reveal the small black tank top she always wore underneath in case of such emergency- this was not the first time such an event had occured- yet still, her legs burned, the black pants like a magnet to the heat. For the first time, she found herself wishing she wasn't mistaken for a guy upon her transfer to the department. At least then, some air could get in...
All Nekou really wanted was a place to rest and cool off... but all that was ahead was dark, paved street. A cruel desert of tar, tormenting her. The heat was clearly getting to Kali, too, Nekou noticed, as the Sneasel ran off ahead of her. "Kali? Where are you going?" Nekou asked. She followed behind Kali, hoping whatever the thing had found was helpful in some way. "There's nothing here, Kali," she said, once Kali had stopped, apparently having found her mark. "Just some-" Nekou looked down. The ground was different here. Green. "-Grass." She scooped Kali up and hugged her. "Oh, you've done it again!" she said, letting herself fall into the lush green oasis.
As Nekou sank into the long, cool blades, the thought crossed her mind that there might be hell to pay once she finally found the helicopter. She'd had a bad history of being late in the past. But it quickly dissipated, the coolness surrounding her and her Sneasel letting all her worries melt away in the summer heat. The helicopter could wait. The grass was here now.
30. Lunch
"Namba, what is it about you and lunch?"
Namba looked up abruptly from his noodles. Sebastian was standing in the doorway of his office, staring at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Hm?"
"You know, Namba. I've never seen someone so stuck to his routine as you. Except maybe me." Sebastian laughed at his little joke. Namba apparently didn't get it. "You always eat your lunch at the exact same time, every day. It's mindblowing, considering you can't even show up to meetings on time without me swamping your voice mail."
Namba thought. He'd never had anyone ask him before. Most around him just accepted it as one of his many quirks. He had a reason, alright.
He'd grown up in a poor family as a child. The one thing he could always count on, though, was that his mother would pack him a delicious lunch every day before he went off to school. It was always so strange. Despite his family's poverty, the lunches he ate at school were fantastic, and he looked forward to noon more than anything else in the world, to the point that long after his high school graduation, he ate lunch at twelve o' clock sharp every day, to bring back the comforting feelings that his packed lunches always gave him.
And he still did now. For fifty years straight, always the same thing. Twelve o' clock was lunchtime for Namba. It was as much a fact of life for him as the sunset or Pidgey flying south in winter.
"I guess it's just a habit," Namba said, returning to his cup ramen.
Sebastian gave him a weird look. "I will never for the life of me understand you, Namba," he said, turning and leaving. Namba was somewhat annoyed by Sebastian's rather rude departure. He could really use some lunch, he thought.