Define "Real" Food [Iris/Any Crux]

The pressure's getting hard to take
I feel the ice about to break

[attr="class","quicklinks"]Lori Tsuka

[attr="class","quicklinks"]1017 words

[attr="class","technoscroll"]Hm, it seemed Seth was on his own... for the moment. Glancing through the fridge, he was satisfied to note the presence of some spinach and zucchini, as well as some mint squished away in the corner. A bit of deli turkey, pre-sliced and likely with some processing, but it would have to do. Tortilla rolls, surprisingly some hummus, though the presence of crackers stacked next to the haphazardly piled bags of chips in the pantry explained it. Frowning at the mess, Seth let it pass with some irritation and not a little discomfort, telling himself if he had nothing else pressing to do he would work on organizing it. A red bell pepper joined the other ingredients on the counter, followed by a wedge of red onion. It was missing something though he thought, hesitating as he looked at the assortment of items on the counter, bringing a tanned hand to his chin in concentration, his other arm crossing his torso to rest on his elbow.

Before Seth could place what it was he felt he needed still to find before he could begin, the sounds of pokemon chatter catching his attention sharply from the hall outside. A glance, head turning slightly though perhaps not enough to be noticeable, his gaze silently watching the doorway, his posture tenser then it had been a moment ago but otherwise unmoved. There was no reason for the approaching group to be anything but another Crux member within this building, and while it was early yet, it was only to be expected someone else would be residing here and up already.

A pinkish-purple form skittered in first, a small nidoran, of the male variation. Upon noticing Seth the pokemon let out a cry, likely to notify or to warn the others, seeming to halt in his tracks. Wary? Protective? It seemed tense but at a glance, he couldn't guess the cause and how it related to his presence. Close behind followed a person, the trainer by assumption, and a somewhat familiar face, though only in the vague distant way of knowing without having met. Lori, if he recalled correctly. She was young and newer, but beyond that, he knew little of her. By her side, a petilil and growlithe prowled and bounced, almost like miniature guardians, one fire, and one grass to compliment each side.

Lori herself made a strange sight, especially within such a place as a Crux residence and organization, and for a moment Seth examined her carefully with a flicker of interest, though it was not the first time she had caught his eye. For one she was young, barely a teen. She was flowery and youthful, an innocent face with bouncy long pink hair and glittering violet eyes. She was small too, he had to bow his head slightly to tilt it far enough to look at her fully. But she was a strong and proud Crux agent nonetheless, and if what he had observed when watching her before, was carefree and giddy but determined and fierce. It was a strange combination, a seeming juxtaposition, yet there she was, smiling as she dragged bags of likely her breakfast, waving with a chirped greeting, here in the midst of a Team Crux base, completely at home with herself.

It definitely confused the common principles that seemed to dictate the actions and attitudes of most people and broke most of the patterns Seth had found in dispositions and personalities. The sides did not seem to connect how they usually did, and she made a puzzling case that confounded him and interested him. If only she was less... chatty and... bubbly. He nodded, silently, in return to her greeting, letting his gaze return to his own small space of counter as he pulled out a Pokeball and released the pokemon within, a dove appearing on the counter beside his ingredients, ruffling her feathers as she shook off her sleepiness. Golden eyes immediately looked to him, a quiet coo of inquiry as Myst waited for his instruction.

Seth, much like he usually did around those he was less than inclined to deal with, planned to ignore Lori and let her go about her business as he went about his. It was what he generally did, and he had little reason to change that, and little want to try talking to someone as... childish and talkative as her if there was no need to. But, a glance spared towards her and her group as he prepared his own assortment, and he paused in his tracks, his expression unchanged but his hesitation one of shock, perhaps, or maybe just disbelief. It was a veritable feast the small girl had managed to pack the counter with, all of it sickeningly unhealthy, dripping with grease and coated in fat. Not a single thing wasn't processed it seemed.

Truly it was both amazing and disgusting. And, unconsciously, Seth found himself staring at Lori, trying to puzzle out connecting the massive pile of meat and fast food with the petite figure and their tiny troop. He found himself twitching slightly when he noted even the petilil taking up some fried chicken, and the golette packing down biscuits that looked as though they came from a quick mix or had been premade based on their quality and color. So this was the state of things now. His features turned in the slightest hint of a frown, Seth finally let his gaze returning to his waiting dove, giving her a task. "Fetch my cooking supplies." He had figured out what he needed but there was not much in the way of herbs or seasoning to be found here. And he would need his cutting board. He sent her off, the pidove fluttering as she soared down the hallway to carry out her task.

Seth turned to examine Lori and her team as they started to dig in, the last of the pile of food finally crammed onto the counter. He crossed his arms. "That is beyond unhealthy" He stated, his rumbling voice deep and monotone.

Savros | Lvl.5 | Swift Swim | Tickle, Splash
Myst | Lvl.5 | Big Pecks | Gust, Growl, Leer, Quick Attack