Outside the home, not quite on the azurill's property personally but more of in front of it, she had drawn near. The Type:null's head hung low as she avoided eye contact with any and stared at the ground before her. She had been on her way out of town. She had been taught to avoid the looks of any within the walls of Invictus, the avoidance of combat was easier that way. Sometimes, when she wandered the streets, she would catch the attention of others anyways. She was not at all something that could simply be overlooked, as her kind was generally either reluctantly and hesitantly accepted, or vehemently hated.

Kala was on her usual task, to become strong. It was honestly a dull task, all things considered despite the action and danger that it had brought into her life. Become strong? What kind of goal was that? While many would probably doubt her goal, that was her only directive at that moment in time. She was not to "make friends" as that would endanger her and Indria, but sometimes life just wouldn't have that. Would it?

ooc// Kala's going to be wandering by outside for you to meet since she can't exactly pop into the home without it being considered breaking and entering. xD

It was strange. She had assumed that she was not the one being spoken to, so she had kept her pace. However, the azurill had caught up and made it quite clear she was the target of attention. She paused and raised her head with a spark of curiosity in her eyes, but also caution. Hm...the Azurill seemed harmless and innocent. The azurill babbled on about her appearance before it began to bounce around her. She didn't quite trust the azurill to be behind her despite the innocence of the pokemon and turned with the bouncy little bugger to keep her back away from the normal type.

Her original look? From what she was told, she was anything but original. While her species was rare, there were thousands of them. Many looked exactly the same due to how delicate the process of their creation was. While some had achieved the ability to create stronger or faster units, she was of a more average build. She was...typical for her kind.

"I am...a Type:Null?" she spoke up. An eyebrow in the darkness of her mask raised itself as she stared at the eccentric little critter. It was almost...cute.

Her type though, that was a question that was not so easily answered. Not because she did not know or the question in of itself was complicated, but because she had misunderstood it. There were different "classes" of type:null pokemon seemed to make as mentioned earlier like Speed, Strength, and Defensive. Indria had never said anything about being of a specific "type" of Null, so she had assumed herself to be average.

"I am just...typical I assume. I was never really informed of my type, my creator had other goals in mind rather than simply combat...at least that's what I was told." She could not reveal too much information, that she knew. She needed to be careful and tread carefully around this subject just in case the Azurill decided to snitch. Never tell anyone the whole truth about herself, that was something she was taught from day one.

TailyTheAzurill,

Kala was requested to wait there. Honestly, this was just about the strangest encounter she had ever gotten with another pokemon. She had not met someone as peppy and optimistic as her little blue buddy right there. The azurill returned with a notebook and a pencil in their mouth. Did...did it always carry things around like that? She raised a claw and looked to her insect-like talons. Sure it was a bit difficult to properly grip something delicate with these, but that is because they were meant for damage.

The azurill spoke, but she could not quite understand a word of what the little critter had said. Instead, she had simply decided to smile and nod as if she were in agreement. Though, her smile could not be seen past the mask that covered her head. The azurill went on and on about how amazed he seemed to be about her and bombarded her with questions. It did not take long for the azurill to go on another tangent.

Then, it clicked to her. The way this azurill acted and the way they spoke, it was akin to a child. She was not all too familiar with children herself, but from what she knew of them this azurill seemed to have matched the description she had been given quite well. She was invited inside the house, however, she had to decline, "I am sorry, but my mistress does not want me to enter the homes of those she does not know. As for what moves I can learn, I am unsure. Yes, I am created like a Baltoy, however, I am different. Everybody in Invictus knows of my kind, I'm sure you could easily find more information than I know myself on the books in...what was it called?"

She had forgotten the term for it, but she had often been told of it. She had even been to one before, albeit a bit old. The one she had visited had been ancient with a rather complex and out of place name, but the one she wanted to refer to was more modern. It was a keeper of knowledge, with some grand guardian called a "Librarian", while she could recall the name of the "guardians" placed at the doors of these wells of knowledge, she still could not for the life of her recall the name of the establishment itself!

The azurill spoke with yet another invitation into his home, though this time the azurill had reasoned that Indria would never have to know. She was safe here, but was she ever really in danger in the first place? Kala had been confused by the azurill's strange wording.

It was true that it was dangerous for a Null to be out alone and Indria indeed would never know...but did that make it any less wrong?

The azurill had spoken off on a different tangent once more, his speech bounced off into every which way as if it were as bouncy as the tail. The azurill was certain that she was full of mysteries, however, she would have to disagree.

"If I were full of mysteries, I do not think that I would be capable of standing where I am today," she explained to what she had deemed to be a 'child' in her mind. "The creation of life is a highly complicated process in which the creator must know just about everything about else risk dangers such as self-destructing results or monstrous creatures that lack the ability to function like the average pokemon." Kala shook her head at the azurill as it had invited her once more towards the house as she took another step back, away from the blue creature.

"I do not wish to enter your house. My mistress has placed rules unto me and I must follow, else I will risk being the latter half of what I had explained." The type:null was adamant in her stance, though the foundation of her argument was not quite as sturdy as she made it seem. The little azurill was friendly, but Indria's word was law. If she were to be rendered defective, she feared only the worst to come of her.

TailyTheAzurill

He did not think she was incapable of being a proper pokemon? That came as a surprise to Kala, though she figured that the young pokemon's ignorance towards her species had resulted in that sort of opinion, "Whether or not I have it or not is determined by this mask I wear," she explained, "If I have proven myself to be functional, then it may come off. If not, then I am to forever bear this restraint until I do so or die."

The normal type had found herself in a particularly strange situation as the azurill suddenly cried out about gardens and a party. The blue pokemon had disappeared into his home before strange noises emanated from the treehouse. She had no idea what the strange pokemon had in mind as she witnessed a small table drop down from above. An umbrella was tossed out as well along with two small seats. Her paw reached out towards the umbrella, though it hesitated for a brief moment as if doubtful of whether or not she should touch it. The claw reached forward and nudged the colorful object briefly before returning it to her side.

This azurill was strange, not quite like anyone she had ever encountered before. The Type:Null looked down at the chair she was offered and noticed that it was quite a bit small indeed. The chairs were built for pokemon more around the Azurill's size...and she was at the least five feet taller. She had also never really sat in a proper chair. She had attempted it before, but she had found it to be much more comfortable to remain seated on the floor. She could recall that Indria's Mentor, Vixx would often sit on chairs as if they were the ground rather than hang her legs off of it like a bipedal pokemon would, though this one hardly looked big enough to support her.

Despite this, she would try. The azurill had gone through the effort to bring all of this outside and it technically wasn't inside the house. Indria had not exactly covered this instance, so she supposed it would be alright. She approached the chair and moved to sit on it. She found difficulty in fitting her backpaws on the seat while the talons of the front legs hung over the edge. The armrests of the chair resisted her width, but she managed to wedge herself in...kind of.

The chair creaked as if it had complained, the woodwork of the chair not meant to support such a large pokemon. All was silent save for the quiet squeak, it was not long before the chair gave out completely. The legs of the chair snapped as the piece of furniture was broken.

"Oops..." Kala commented guiltily despite having been invited, "Sorry..."


TailyTheAzurill,

The azurill's ignorance towards the subject was laughable in the country of Invictus, but Kala knew the virtue of patience. She said nothing when the azurill spoke of an idea and ran off. The azurill had sounded a bit odd when he said that he did not like the chair, but she had thought nothing of it. She was not at all familiar with the art of spotting a liar and knew nothing of the sort. It was not like she had been lied to often...or so she had thought.

The round blue pokemon had returned with a strange bedding-like creation. The object was bigger than the Azurill and it had been offered to her. It would have been easy to tear through the threading as her claws were built to scratch even the thickest of armor, but this time she was more careful to keep any sort of damage to the property that was not her own minimal.

The normal type had requested a reminder of what they had talked about, to which she gladly obliged, "We were speaking about my mask. You had said that I could be no worse or different from any other pokemon. Unfortunately, that is not the case. I am an artificial pokemon, created not born. My body is merely the parts of the deceased that have been put together and reanimated. My mind is not akin to any other pokemon and is prone to self-destruction whether it be physically or through my actions. If anything had gone wrong while I had been created, it would most certainly make itself known."

"Many of my kind are defective. There are few successful creations and the very act of creating anymore is unlawful, punishable to the highest degree." As the words left her mouth she knew very well that what she spoke was exactly her situation. She was illegal. The discovery of her true age and creation would have lead to the destruction of Indria. Her master was smart, but she did not quite think Indria would be able to worm her way out of such a catastrophe.

"So to put it in simpler terms, I am that different. This mask is a precautionary measure that is required for all of my kind in order to avoid the aftermath of unfortunate results." She concluded.

TailyTheAzurill,

A bomb!? She most certainly had not meant that when she had brought up self-destruction. She would have liked to clarify, but the azurill wanted to get back to the main topic of this strange outing of her's. The little blue pokemon spoke valiantly with nothing but the best of intentions, but it seemed as if he were oblivious to what was at stake. She took in a breath to respond, but the azurill had hopped off of his seat to take a closer look at the mask. The question he had asked caused her eyes to widen as she suddenly jumped up and away from the azurill himself as if the little pokemon had the means to break the sturdy armor, "NO!" she cried with an unusual amount of emotion. A wave of fear had crossed her as she protested to the idea of breaking the mask.

Sure, she would have been thrilled to have the mask come off, but not like that! She was horrified by the thought of the mask being removed by any other means. What if she was defective? What if she hurt others? Hurt Indria even? "You do not understand!" she spoke more firmly to the small blue pokemon, "It is illegal for my kind. We are not natural, we are built as weapons of war, defective or not we are illegal to even be created." Despite the patience she had shown earlier, the azurill had unnerved her with the thought of removing the mask by force and now she spoke a tad more harshly as she parroted all that she had been taught.

"The group of pokemon who made that law knew exactly what they were doing, it was not insanity. Anyone who creates a null most certainly does not have the best of intentions in mind. It is no accident, it is with the intent to kill." ...but that was a lie.

She was not created with the intent to kill. She was a byproduct of a study Indria commenced in order to understand the basics of life. The leafeon was in search of a way to extend it and she had merely been a test run to confirm her understandings so far. She was just another test Indria had given herself, one that had yet to have been graded and turned in. Despite the info she had believed to be true, still, she herself had been taught better than to go about and announce her history to all. She was illegal.

"Do you understand now?" she asked with a bit more hope to her tone.