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Post by William Trafford on Oct 30, 2014 18:20:46 GMT -6
William Trafford was many things: organized, efficient, astute, and punctual to a fault. He did more than just promote the name Flare to the region, as much as he enjoyed doing that. A lot of his work also involved 'being an assistant to Odo'. Or, more commonly, catering to the young Admin's whims.
"It could have been worse," Will said out loud to his Dedenne Nikola, who chirped in response. He was cleaning up the meeting room from a town event that had happened earlier in the day, and his only help was the 8-inch tall Pokemon. Not that he minded in the slightest. Saved him from getting frustrated atanyone's antics.
Even if Nikola was only capable of carrying a piece of trash or a few pens from one end of the room to the other.
"Wonder what would have happened if I turned out more like my brother, hmm?" he mused, rubbing the top of Nikola's head with two fingers before taking then pens offered to him. "You might have a bit more muscle, eh?"
This earned him another chirp, slightly more put-upon than the last, and he sorted.
"Starting to sound like me, now." William moved to put the stack of papers and handful of pens away in the box behind him, only to trip over his feet as he discovered the box far closer than he remembered it being.
Yes, William Trafford was many things, but graceful was not one of them.
(At least there was no one around to see that. Stumbling and tripping over one's own feet was not a good impression for a member of Flare.)
It was safe to say that for everything Will was, Odo was certainly not. At least that was a truth for the most part. Odilon was impulsive, effective, cunning, and he was only punctual as he felt he needed to be for a particular situation. He showed up early for important meetings or fun planned events. He was only late for social occasions when it seemed appropriate to be fashionably late.
But this was Will he was planning to visit. Odo had intentionally made him wait nearly half-an-hour before, and he was certainly spending more time on preparations than he was worrying about whether or not he was going to be late now.
It was about twenty minutes after he had intended to arrive that Odo finally made his entrance. He flung open the door to the meeting room with a dramatic flair. “William! I have arrived!” This would not have been an unusual entrance, despite the lack of a real greeting. What made this situation suddenly different was the costume Odo wore. It was a few centuries outdated and in shades of red and gold. His chin-length hair was carefully pinned back into his hat and he probably would have looked a bit neater than his casual self had anything at all been casual about the outfit.
“We haven’t a moment to waste. Put this on,” Odo demanded, presenting a garment bag to his assistant. The only good news would be that Odo was at least a little considerate of Will’s subtler preferences by handing him a costume of a later era.
Post by William Trafford on Oct 30, 2014 21:55:06 GMT -6
The sudden dramatic proclamation of his name made him jump about two inches in the air. He barely had enough sense to bight back a swear before whipping around to find Odo striding across the room with much more purpose than was really necessary.
Maybe... it was the ridiculous costume he was wearing. That could be the reason he looked so much more self-important than he normally did (which was a difficult thing to manage, but he did).
Will stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as his Admin strutted up to him and shoved a garment bag into his arms. "What in Arceus' name--" he started, gazing down at the black bag with a growing sense of horror. Ah, there it was, the gnawing ache that indicated there will be an ulcer here before you are thirty pulsing away in his stomach. A constant companion and friend these last few months. "What is going on, Sir?"
Unwilling to wait for (or to listen to) Odo's explanation, he unzipped the bag and pulled out.... "A cape?" Upon further exploration of the bag, there was a shirt with a ruffled front, a pair of high-waisted slacks, a waistcoat, and a top hat -- certainly not the same outdated fashion that the Admin wore, but still nowhere near what he would normally wear. "Are you shitting me right now, sir?" (That seemed to be a common question coming out of his mouth around Odo.) "You expect me to wear this?"
Will didn't consider himself an overly stylish man to start with, which only helped him blend in to crowds and the background with greater ease than his Flare counterparts, but he could at least appreciate a good sense of fashion. These clothes in the garment bag were not good fashion.
“It is absolutely crucial!” He snapped his fingers in a motion for Will to hurry and put on the costume that was offered to him. Despite the apparent urgency of the matter, Odo then carefully took a seat as he waited for Will to get dressed. “While walking behind you the other day, it occurred to me that you don’t know how to dance. You seem as graceful as a dying tree, all spindly and dried up. It’s unacceptable for your rank.”
He dug in his pockets for a moment and pulled out a small bag of treats. He had brought a costume for William, but the Dedenne had not been forgotten. He loved to test the limits of the creatures stomach and cheeks from time to time, so he brought some of the pokémon’s favorite local snacks. The sooner Will got dressed, the sooner Odo would put aside trying to fatten up the pokémon. “Today, we shall begin your dance lessons!” Odo declared, holding out a few treats for Nikola. “We’re going to start with what I think will be simplest for you: classic dance. The costume is for you to get into the mood. It will certainly make a difference.”
This was honestly all going off of Odo’s assumption that his assistant did not know how to dance, of course. “Any objections?” He asked out of shallow etiquette, not out of actual concern for the answer. The smile he wore even dared William to try and escape from the lesson. It wouldn’t work. Not today. Odo had already made up his mind.
Post by William Trafford on Nov 2, 2014 0:15:30 GMT -6
"Absolutely crucial," Will mocked in disbelief, huffing in frustration. He was very nearly distracted enough by the outfit to miss what Odo said next. Very nearly, but not quiet.
"A what?!" he sputtered, staring at him in shock. "A dying tree?!" While no, he was not graceful, he thought he disguised it well enough with his generally bland mood. As in no one would bother paying much attention to him and therefor not notice what a disgrace to 'his rank' he apparently was. "I am a mid-ranked officer, Sir. I do not need to know how to dance."
Which, really, was a round-about way of saying that he couldn't dance and most certainly did not want to try lest he made a completely fool of himself.
He frowned as he watched the Dedenne excitedly take treat after treat, shoving them into his tiny little cheeks to make them start to expand. "It's not a matter of how easy the dance is, and me being in the mood is simply out of the question. I'm not wearing this ridiculous outfit, I'm not learning a classic dance, and would you stop feeding Nikola?"
Will swooped in and pulled his Pokemon out of Odo's reach. "My only objection, if you actually wish to hear it, is why?" He placed Nikola on top of his head, successfully freeing up his hands and preventing any more treats from reaching his Pokemon. "Why did you suddenly decide that I should learn how to dance?"
and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
“I understand your hesitance. Flare is filled to the brim with talent and grace, so the fear of not meeting those expectations makes it easy to give up before you even try,” he said as thoughtfully as he could managed before the Dedenne was swept away from his reach. He mocked a pout, Will being too tall for him to attempt giving Nikola more treats. “But these are his favorite, look how happy he is.”
He knew it was no use, but that didn’t change his stance on the main issue at hand. Odo stood and walked over to the costume, pulling out the shirt first and unbuttoning it to get it ready. He cleared his throat. “Why does someone decide to do anything?” He shrugged. “All I mean to say is that unless you intend on staying an Elite for the rest of your life, you shouldn’t be hesitant about learning something that could be useful to you one day. Especially considering that you are a member of Team Flare, not one of those classless Rockets.”
And Odo would have conceeded that everyone had their own skillets in which to impress others. Normally he would have put emphasis on the individual strong points of a person. For someone like Will, as an example, normally he would have mentioned how skilled they were with perceiving and organizing the world around them, destroying the sloppiness that went hand-in-hand with laziness. But this wasn’t someone like Will, this was Will. There were higher expectations.
”We don’t rob people, we impress, yes?” He held out the shirt and tried to look more hopeful and sincere. “Don’t make me say ‘please’. It’s either this or I find a disagreeable Froufrou for you to groom.”
Post by William Trafford on Nov 2, 2014 14:06:12 GMT -6
Will's mouth dropped open, but no response was immediately forthcoming. He was being challenged, and he hated being challenged because he never wanted to miss an opportunity to prove that, just because he didn't preen and prance about like a peacock, he deserved his spot on Flare just as much as anyone else. And Odo knew that.
He glared at the shirt, about to argue that he was perfectly content with remaining an Elite for the rest of his life, before another thought occurred to him. Perhaps he was being threatened with a demotion. Dance for future success or remain a stubborn arse and find yourself among lower ranks. The problem was... he didn't know if Odo would actually stoop to that level. He liked to think that his Admin had grown used to him being there, and being an able assistant that he wouldn't be demoted for simply refusing to dance, but...
Well, this was Flare after all.
With a heavy sigh, ripe with annoyance, William reached for the pieces of the costume. "I'm not putting on the damn shirt. Or those pants." Instead, he shrugged on the waistcoat and eyed the cape suspiciously. How this would make him feel like a classy character, he had no idea. Dressing up felt more like something a robber would do.
But really, if it boiled down to 'dance or groom a pissy Furfrou (or get demoted)', he'd certainly go with the dancing. It couldn't be... that bad, right?
Odo knew that he was pushing the matter, but that didn’t stop him from doing just that. After all, Admin or not, Odo was the sort of person who knew how to push for something he wanted. Will could have walked out on him, but that wouldn’t have been the last of the costume. It would have just come up again and again until the other relented. So, it was nice to see Will at least meet him halfway so soon. An excited grin stretch across his face and his lit up at the sight of the other dressing up in something seemingly not actually that important to a dance lesson.
“Just as well, I wasn’t sure the pants would fit your tree-ishly long legs anyway,” he lied, having taken Will’s measurements not that long ago. He discarded the shirt for now and clapped. “Now! I wanted to start with classic dance, because I really did think it would be best for you. As opposed to modern styles, there are very strict rules to follow. We’ve taken care of dress code, of course, but there are set moves of which nearly every dance is made. The dances themselves are usually memorized or called, but the steps are almost always the same. There’s a lot of standardized structure. Does this make sense?”
As the shorter male prattled on, he stepped closer to the center of the room. When he was finished he clicked the heels of his shoes together and motioned for Will to join him. "It sounds like a lot, but it’s so easy, honest. We’ll start with the basics and you’ll learn in no time!”
Post by William Trafford on Nov 11, 2014 13:49:18 GMT -6
The sound that came out of the back of William's throat could easily have been a dying gurgle but he tried to convince himself that no, it wasn't, it was simply a grump of displeasure. "I do not have tree legs. You're just saying that because I'm taller than you are." Though, really, while the bulk of Will's height did come from his legs, there was no reason to compare them to trees. He wasn't that tall (Odo was just short).
He finished buttoning on the waistcoat and draped the cloak over one arm. It was a bit too heavy, and the idea of dancing with it seemed ridiculous. As did dancing with a top hat (it was impolite and not to mention unfashionable to wear hats indoors, even for the sake of 'getting in character'). But still, he followed after Odo to the center of the room.
"Of course it makes sense," he said, letting his irritability win out. Well, the dress code didn't make sense, but he wasn't going to push that. "Practically every 'routine' thing is made out of set steps, why should dancing be any different?" And while he didn't doubt his ability to grasp the basics, it was more the necessary coordination that was needed to put them together into actual dances that he lacked.
and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
