The darker man cocked an eyebrow at the sputtering bartender. “Did those cowards hurt you at all?” He repeated, ignoring Desmond’s question in favor of tucking the would-be thief’s switchblade away in his own pockets.
“No, I’m OK…and thank you, seriously, I would have been a goner if you hadn’t come along…but really man, what was up with that cat?”
“I saw you were in trouble. The cat happened to be nearby, so I asked for its assistance,” the darker man replied calmly, as if speaking to animals was a common, everyday occurrence. “Could you tell me where I might find a motel? I’m new to this city, and am in need of a place to stay.”
“You can talk to animals?!” Desmond was wondering if he might have fallen asleep at the bus stop and was dreaming this right now. He surreptitiously pinched himself, wincing when he felt pain. Obviously not a dream, then. “You can ask animals to help you, and fight for you?”
“That’s really an over-simplification-”
“That’s…that’s amazing! You’re like a real-life Pokemon Trainer!” Desmond cried out, his face splitting into a huge grin at the thought of someone being able to work with animals the way he had dreamed of working with Pokemon. The bartender could hardly believe such a thing was true. “Don’t worry man, you can stay with me. I’ve got an apartment. It’s the least I can do, after you saved my life and all.” It would be cramped in there with two people, Desmond knew, but he couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by.
“What’s ‘Pokemon?’” The man asked, cocking his head to one side in confusion.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Pokemon before! It’s only the best video game to ever be created. Have you been living under a rock all your life?”
The strange man smiled slightly, a wistful look coming into his eyes. “You could say that, I suppose.”
Desmond wanted to ask the man more questions, like where he’d come from and how he had learned to talk to animals. And how could one “say” that they’d lived under a rock all their life? However, the bartender didn’t want to scare the man off by asking too many questions all at once. Besides, it really was quite late. After what had happened, Desmond figured that they could both do with some sleep.
“I never really introduced myself. Desmond Miles,” Desmond said, smiling and holding out his hand to shake.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The man firmly grasped Desmond’s hand in his own large, warm bronze one.
“Ratoh…Ratun…uh…” Desmond struggled to make sense of the strange name.
The darker man sighed. “Just call me Connor.”
“OK, Connor,” Desmond said. “Hey, could you teach me how to talk to animals like you do?”
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” Connor frowned slightly. “It’s not something that’s easy to learn, and I’ve never tried teaching anyone before…”
“Please,” Desmond looked Connor in the eyes as he spoke, desperate to somehow communicate his wish to the other man. Talking to animals was the closest he would ever get to being a Pokemon master in real life. There was no way he was giving up now that such a thing was somehow, miraculously, within his reach. “You have no idea, Connor, but this is something I’ve dreamed about my whole life. You have to teach me. I’ll work hard, I’ll do anything I need to do, I promise. Please.”
Connor looked at Desmond for a long moment, brow furrowed in thought, before finally speaking. “If there is a park nearby, take me there tomorrow. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Yes! Thank you so much Connor. You won’t regret this, I promise!” Desmond only barely restrained himself from jumping up and punching the air with joy. The huge smile on his face probably communicated his happiness well enough, anyway.
“I certainly hope not…” Connor muttered under his breath, coming to stand beside Desmond as the bus finally pulled up in front of them.
And all of this was Part 1, split up into parts for easy reading. :D Part 2 will hopefully be out in a few days, depending on my schedule. Enjoy!
Re: WriterAnon here! Animal Magnetism Part 4/?
“No, I’m OK…and thank you, seriously, I would have been a goner if you hadn’t come along…but really man, what was up with that cat?”
“I saw you were in trouble. The cat happened to be nearby, so I asked for its assistance,” the darker man replied calmly, as if speaking to animals was a common, everyday occurrence. “Could you tell me where I might find a motel? I’m new to this city, and am in need of a place to stay.”
“You can talk to animals?!” Desmond was wondering if he might have fallen asleep at the bus stop and was dreaming this right now. He surreptitiously pinched himself, wincing when he felt pain. Obviously not a dream, then. “You can ask animals to help you, and fight for you?”
“That’s really an over-simplification-”
“That’s…that’s amazing! You’re like a real-life Pokemon Trainer!” Desmond cried out, his face splitting into a huge grin at the thought of someone being able to work with animals the way he had dreamed of working with Pokemon. The bartender could hardly believe such a thing was true. “Don’t worry man, you can stay with me. I’ve got an apartment. It’s the least I can do, after you saved my life and all.” It would be cramped in there with two people, Desmond knew, but he couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by.
“What’s ‘Pokemon?’” The man asked, cocking his head to one side in confusion.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Pokemon before! It’s only the best video game to ever be created. Have you been living under a rock all your life?”
The strange man smiled slightly, a wistful look coming into his eyes. “You could say that, I suppose.”
Desmond wanted to ask the man more questions, like where he’d come from and how he had learned to talk to animals. And how could one “say” that they’d lived under a rock all their life? However, the bartender didn’t want to scare the man off by asking too many questions all at once. Besides, it really was quite late. After what had happened, Desmond figured that they could both do with some sleep.
“I never really introduced myself. Desmond Miles,” Desmond said, smiling and holding out his hand to shake.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The man firmly grasped Desmond’s hand in his own large, warm bronze one.
“Ratoh…Ratun…uh…” Desmond struggled to make sense of the strange name.
The darker man sighed. “Just call me Connor.”
“OK, Connor,” Desmond said. “Hey, could you teach me how to talk to animals like you do?”
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” Connor frowned slightly. “It’s not something that’s easy to learn, and I’ve never tried teaching anyone before…”
“Please,” Desmond looked Connor in the eyes as he spoke, desperate to somehow communicate his wish to the other man. Talking to animals was the closest he would ever get to being a Pokemon master in real life. There was no way he was giving up now that such a thing was somehow, miraculously, within his reach. “You have no idea, Connor, but this is something I’ve dreamed about my whole life. You have to teach me. I’ll work hard, I’ll do anything I need to do, I promise. Please.”
Connor looked at Desmond for a long moment, brow furrowed in thought, before finally speaking. “If there is a park nearby, take me there tomorrow. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Yes! Thank you so much Connor. You won’t regret this, I promise!” Desmond only barely restrained himself from jumping up and punching the air with joy. The huge smile on his face probably communicated his happiness well enough, anyway.
“I certainly hope not…” Connor muttered under his breath, coming to stand beside Desmond as the bus finally pulled up in front of them.
And all of this was Part 1, split up into parts for easy reading. :D Part 2 will hopefully be out in a few days, depending on my schedule. Enjoy!