Morning Yoga (open)

A dark shadow crossed over the face of a certain bluenette casting his eyes into shadow as his twin orbs stared unseeingly into a far wall, his energy seemingly drained out of him to the point where if you were to line him up with your average Slakoth you would likely be unable to see a difference in enthusiasm. His thin body was propped up by a small mountain of pillows which he had collected from around his room, the light blue cushions and such forming such a rest so that he wasn't staring up at the ceiling at the moment. His eyes flicked slightly from right to left, noting the shelf of books that were slightly out of order that he would likely need to organize later once he had more motivation and the small bronze vase in it's own small display case, a memory of his first days working in his parent's shop. Slowly tugging his eyes away from the object which brought memories to the surface to fix upon his tormentor.

Emia, the Espurr.

The little girl really meant no harm, but after she had helped him settle into his room, rolling the Azurill patterned rug across the floor and attempting to get some of his supplies in their proper place they had eventually settled for half unpacking and merely settling in for a bit. Then Emia had discovered his box of movies and everything had went awry.

Immediately it seemed that the creatures eyes had lit up, seemingly having some sort of past experience with the disks. Pulling out The Iron Golurk and shoving it right in his DVD player he was fine with the cat watching the children's movie for a bit. It was actually quite cute watching the small animal seemingly absorb every single word spoken, he could now empathize more with the Espurr lovers back in his home region about their cuteness. But then she decided she wanted to watch more movies, using Barrier around herself and said movies as Makussu tried to ease the entertainment away for bed.

She was on her fifth movie now and seemingly the restraint pokemon had finally hit her limit as she collapsed on the floor, the Barrier fading around her as the smallest hint of a smile appeared on the bluenette's rather haggard face. Slowly standing up with a groan and a creak he picked up Emia before returning her back to her pokeball for rest, switching the TV off as he did so and causing The Pyroar King 2 to go silent after an hours worth of jungle torture. Striding slowly towards his open window letting in the soft moonlight he would gaze up into its white expanses as if some sort of answer to an unasked question would be given if he was to look hard enough. The white sphere merely twinkled in response, illuminating his light blue matching pajamas and making him feel rather silly until all of a sudden everything seemed to dissapear.

Screams echoed around him and fire raged and he was smaller, much smaller than he should be as he stared out into the flames and let out a roar, a mighty roar, a bestial roar that shook the heavens and tore the clouds asunder as a shockwave seemed to emanate him seemingly caused by a pure power coming forth from within him. A red haze hung in the air and for some reason, Makussu was angry like he never had been before and he couldn't even comprehend why he was. What was this? A vision? A dream? A message? Suddenly he darted forward, through the fire and flames and tearing through molten metal until all of a sudden he saw her, trapped underneath a steel beam. He raised his claws, gleaming a wicked crimson the color of fresh blood and suddenly they were rushing down-

Makussu woke up, a cold sweat upon him as he realized that he was on the floor instead of his bed, the moon was gone and a faint glow alerted him to the suns rising caused a small groan to come from his throat. Great, he had managed not only to have one of the worst nightmares to date, but also literally passed out due to sleep deprivation. Oh well, time to start the day.

Doing a few quick stretches to work out the kinks from sleeping on the floor he would step into his small adjoining bathroom, brushing the foul taste from his mouth as he pulled out a hairbrush, noting with a small thank you to Arceus that his hair wasn't a complete rat's nest as of this moment. A good fifteen minutes later and it was now tangle free and hanging in a long ponytail and thus out of his way, allowing him to start the rest of his morning routine.

Another good few minutes later Makussu stepped out of his room feeling slightly groggy but still none the worse for the moment. A simple white dress shirt and black tie paired with black dress pants adorned his body alongside his signature dark blue jacket, golden buttons shining with their own inner light as he stumbled towards seemingly nowhere in particular for the moment. At his side a single pokeball containing Emia clinked softly against his waist with each step, reminding him slightly of the sword that would sometimes be at his side around that area instead. Unfortunately it seemed that said weapon would not be there for a while, not only was it "too rare to travel" but apparently his parents thought that it was not quite appropriate to bring a bladed weapon to a prestigious academy. Alright, maybe they had a point on that last one.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he would continue to stagger throughout the empty halls with silent steps, swaying with some unheard beat until he realized that in fact, he was swaying to something in the far distance. How he could hear it, he didn't know and in all honesty it kind of freaked him out but he decided to temporarily ignore that as he followed the soft sounds until he was eventually led to the sight of what he believed to be the living room, softly illuminated by the outside light. The sounds he found seemed to be originating from a phone, leading to him the question of how in the name of the heavens could he hear the darn device? The question plagued him to the point that he had managed to miss the first step at the top of the stairs and sent him tumbling down the steps ass over teakettle until he would skid to a stop at the bottom of the landing in a rumpled heap. Getting up with a groan he would himself for any sort of injury before suddenly noting the other occupant of the room. "Um....hello?" Smooth moves, Makussu. Smooth moves.