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Comfygazing OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 767  |
Posted: Sun, 31/07/2022 01:33 (2 Years ago) |
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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767 |
Posted: Sat, 30/07/2022 08:08 (2 Years ago) |
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Now the crew had finally made land and while it was nice to stock up on supplies, Howl had no intention of actually going to a crowded city. The rest of the crew had agreed and designated him to stay behind to watch the ship while the captain went to greet the new recruits and the rest of the crew dispersed among the city to enjoy themselves. Howl had spent her time in the water, gently taking care of the pokemon around the port and surprisingly they seemed to not be in horrible shape. Humanity was still awful and hurt the pokemon but they weren't as hurt as they could be, staying so near a settlement as populated as the city the S.S. Kabutops had docked at. With a muted splash, Howl hauled herself up and onto one of the dinghy she had let down earlier before pulling herself up, uncaring of the puddle of water pooling at the bottom of the small vessel. It doesn't take much time at all for Howl to haul herself up onto the deck of the S.S. Kabutops and stow the dinghy away to its rightful place, possibly because she's done it so many times, and stretches out delightfully sore muscles before turning to the puddle of water leaking onto the deck. "Ae, ye rapscallion. We be on the ship now." He grumbled, watching as the water began to slide together in an odd approximation of a quadrupedal animal before Minsoo, Howl's long time partner, materialized and let out a very innocent merp, looking very cute as the Vaporeon padded away down towards the cabins presumably. Lazy abbey lubber that one, but Howl didn't mind. He was Howl's lazy abbey lubber. [Read more] |
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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767 |
Posted: Sat, 30/07/2022 02:22 (2 Years ago) |
 Username: Tsukoyomi Character name: Howl Age: 24 Gender: n/A [She/Her, He/Him] Appearance: [x] Howl is... difficult to describe. With soft and gentle features sure to make even siren's jealous and long inky hair that somehow remains soft despite the sea salt air, Howl certainly looks like a gentle maiden who couldn't lift anything heavier than a fork up. Certainly a slim waist and overall waifish figure support this assumption yet the broad shoulders and heavy muscles might make some reconsider their initial assessment. Old scars do cross over Howl's body cutting through stars of freckles and at times has joint trouble particularly around the hips and shoulders, but overall Howl's body is in relatively good condition, from the outside at least. Howl is often seen wearing non-restrictive clothes, flowing and sheer which allow for a wide range of movement without impediment though most of the time it means that Howl is walking around basically half naked with soaked see, through, and sheer shirts with pants that really don't leave anything to the imagination Personality: A bit of a wild child, Howl has a deep love for the sea often found floating around there whenever the anchor is weighed and even sometimes when the ship is in motion. With an unrefined and rough manner of speaking, many simply assume that Howl is much like other pirates, gruff and sea-hardened with a love for efficiency and treasure. In reality, Howl just wants to take care of the sea and would much rather not interact with anyone. The only living creature Howl seems to get along with and actively seek out are pokemon, not really getting along with other people. Even the Captain, he only tolerates and respects, not very interested in being chummy with anyone. She's just here to do her job, that's it With a bountiful knowledge about the sea, Howl acts as the crew's secondary navigator as he scouts out locations through the sea. It is not uncommon to see her dripping with seawater while working on the deck, unbothered by the drying salt or the occasional glance at her body as seen under the wet fabric. If people wish to talk with him, he will listen attentively and always be there to give unconventional council but don't expect him to care too much about personal problems. While Howl's social skills are greatly lacking, there is no one better to turn to for advice regarding certain situations, being extremely street savvy and aids in the crew's survival through that knowledge. As a result of growing up in a small community, many social and cultural norms are lost on Howl such as gender, sarcasm, propriety, and etiquette among other things. Spending a lot of time with unsavoury pirates though, has given her a silver tongue, one she rarely but effectively uses When asked what's between her legs, Howl simply replies "Ye' strumpet of a Ma" Pokemon: 
Minsoo - Vaporeon - M - Bold - Water Absorb - LeftoversScald | Wish | Protect | Heal Bell Other: Growing up by a coastal village which prided itself on a close connection with Sea pokemon, Howl who never really had a name learned how to read pokemon before even learning how to read at all. (She still can't read. It's... a work in progress let's say). Her understanding of human culture is limited to what she has seen her people do but that quickly changed when her village was raided by pirates. Apparently a pretty enough face to keep around, Howl was nicknamed for his ghoulish howls that ripped from his throat whenever he couldn't return to the sea, often echoing around the ship like a specter in the night. She was saved by members of another Pirate crew who were honestly just passing by and defending themselves, taking Howl in. She has yet to try anything fancier than bread and beer and doesn't look forward to the day she has to He's Gay, whatever that means [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 14/07/2022 04:47 (3 Years ago) |
  Rank: Marquess | Gender: Male Age: Early 20's | Title: The Heliotrope of Malakos Appearance A charming young man with quite youthful features, Yahui's appearance often confuses people slightly as they don't exactly expect a marquess, especially not one so politically savvy, to be so young. His face still holds the softness of a teenager and his mischievous brown eyes invite others to befriend him. He holds a more mature air around him, one of someone who has seen the worst in humanity and still hasn't looked away. He isn't extremely tall, leaning more into the short side but his mere presence and confidence takes up more than enough room in any conversation, drawing the eye and places him under the spotlight frequently. He prefers to be on top of trends and other such information, valuing his outward expression of poise and elegance. Personality MBTI - ISFJ: The Defender | Enneagram - 3w2: The Enchanter Charming, Alluring, Captivating. So often people describe Yahui as such as they hang onto every word he says. He is a polite and affable young man, capable of swaying even the most hard hearted of people to view him favourably and it lies within his gentle nature. He has a way of talking as if you are being heard, as if he actually cares. It resonates with people and Yahui's loyalty definitely earns theirs. He very rarely strays from his path, almost single minded in his quest to do what he thinks what is right. His focus leads him to loose sight of crucial details at times as he can easily jump to conclusions but he knows when to hold his tongue and keep his cards close to his chest in order to forge his ideal world. But what that world is, very few people actually know what it is. While he is undoubtedly loyal and always delivers on his promises, his loyalty is not to the people but to himself and his twin, the only two people he will ever look out for. Don't mistake it for not caring, he does, but when it comes down to it, he will always choose Mara over the world Superpower Charisma Manipulation Be careful whenever Yahui opens his mouth for his words may bewitch you and cause you to fall under his trance. His voice will make you believe things you never would have thought possible, convincing even the best of people that they can breathe underwater or to approve of his newly constructed policy. In order for him to manipulate people though, he himself must wholeheartedly believe in whatever he is saying and in turn imbue that conviction into his voice. His powers don't work on anyone who have mental powers so he unfortunately can't con his twin into eating both of their tomatoes. He can do other things with his voice such as mimicking vocal patterns but that is purely his own talent and is no thanks to his powers Mask [x] Unlike most of the other participants, Yahui's mask only covers half of his face while the rest curves around his face in an almost mockery of a crown, the gilded gold flowers sparking under the lights as the cool gold presses against his skin. The slightly dented metal raises suspicions but the soft metal is nothing but real as the gentle teeth marks from the dangling tags attest to. There is barely any semblance of anonymity but Yahui couldn't care less for he has ways of making others forget him before the night's over.   Rank: Marquess | Gender: Agender Age: Early 20's | Title: Moonshine of the Valley Appearance Much like their twin, Mara sports a very youthful face, soft and almost boyish in its wide innocent eyes. As identical twins, they are very often confused for one another but the biggest difference between them is their height. Mara is taller than Yahui, though not by much, and while wide and innocent their eyes aren't as mischievous as their twin, they seem empty at times, as if they aren't quite seeing the world. This is because they indeed are legally blind, requiring a servant's assistance to not only see but hear as well. Perhaps as a penance for acquiring such a powerful ability, Mara has very few physical capabilities, being very physically weak and having very few working senses. Their own fashion sense is nothing to scoff at, often staying quite casual while remaining classy enough to blend seamlessly in court Personality MBTI - ISTJ: The Logistician | Enneagram - 9w8: The Advisor Outwardly, Mara is quiet and meek, always standing in their twin's shadow and keeping their head down. They act much more like a servant than a Marquess, silently serving their brother in every capacity. When spoken to, they don't reply, only silently looking at the ground and let Yahui do most of the speaking. In reality, Mara is snarky and a bit childish, always complaining and whining to whoever will listen (usually Yahui) and plotting pranks. They would rather feign being useless than do anything their twin is doing but still studiously studies the people that Yahui needs to sway to his side, providing a supporting hand in whispering suggestions right into his mind. They know when to speak up and when to sit back and watch, but most of the time they just like to be babied Superpower Brain Manipulation They say its the silent one's that you should look out for and in the case of Mara that certainly applies. Mara can enter other people's minds, seeing through their eyes and hearing through their ears, taking in the world through another's senses. They can control the brain to some extent, making others see or hear things by affecting their receptors and so to some extent, Yahui and Mara do share twin telepathy whenever Mara speaks to their twin through their mind. Often people don't notice their presence in their brain and are oblivious to it so whenever they can, Mara will simply hitch rides on the minds of whoever they can. They can destroy minds from the inside out, cutting off the stem from the rest of the body and giving a swift but peaceful ends or choose more... morbid and unpleasant methods, but it is difficult to enter people's minds without first getting to know them and understanding how their brain works in the first place. Mara usually resides in Yahui's mind most of the time, the familiarity of it a comfort. It also gives Yahui an advantage of having two brains at his disposal Mask [x] Artisanal and a touch ostentatious, the wreaths of silver flowers and boughs wrap around Mara's face, obscuring their unseeing eyes from the world. Three moonstones inlaid into the crown a reflection of his title. Though if you look closely, the stones seem... odd. To burnished, too natural. Too fake. Now that you see it the silver looks weird, much too reflective. It's not silver is it, its just steel made to appear as if it was made of a higher quality and worth much more than it is -- Background The Malakos region has always been well known for two things. Its flowers, and its royal family. The family has always prioritized the well-being of their citizens above all else. Nothing else mattered to them as they used their considerable political influence and knack of swaying people to their side to a considerable degree to the point where they are considered one of the richer principalities under the crown. When the joyous news of twins was born to the marquis, it was seen as good fortune finally returning to the family. This blessing caused the royal family to buckle down on their giving, leaving very little time for them to take care of their children themselves. The twins were taught to value their subjects more than even each other, though the two thought otherwise. They couldn't quite understand why they should hold people they had never meet before above the one person that had stuck with them since birth This sentiment only grew when the twins began manifesting powers. There was always the large pressure to manifest something useful, something that would help the masses and bring even more prosperity to the region. That excitement, however, quickly fizzled out when Mara began loosing his vision along with other various senses. When people began to act... different whenever talking with Yahui it was surmised that the twins, signs of luck both good and bad, embodied these traits. Yahui was the bringer of supposed good luck with his ability to sway anyone to his side a word was best suited to helping the masses while Mara had very little use within the community and represented bad luck. Under their new names as tradition dictated, Mara was hidden away from the public as a simple servant and Yahui made his political debut, making waves as his presence spelled a brighter future for his region. Though the twins were separated, they still found ways to communicate, especially as Mara's powers began to grow and they experimented with them even more. Both of their resentment against the system which forced them apart and valued unknown people and arbitrary values over each other only festered. If they could, they would tear the system down but both also acknowledge that the very system they despise are the ones that keep them alive PalPad LET ME IN... LET ME INNNNNNNNNNNNNN Other Yahui is the older twin by a minute and he'll never stop reminding Mara about it Both of them absolutely hate tomatoes but will choke them down for appearances sake Both belong to House Malakos where Yahui is the Heir Apparent and Mara is the spare The only person the twin actually fear is their Aunt Boudica [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 21/06/2022 08:07 (3 Years ago) |
 The early morning had barely crested over the hills when the first signs of life began to stir. It was a fairly innocuous house, broken down and destroyed like much of the rest yet its bedroom still held a bed large enough for two to comfortably rest in. With a rustle of sheets, the gentle sound broke the quiet vigil, bare feet padding gently across stone cold flooring. Scattered clothes, gingerly picked up as to not dirty or rip them any more than they already have been, too tight clothing flitting over too thin bones creating a perfect flutter of fashion. A muffled curse squeaked out in the lonely night as the person ran into a doorframe, the faint morning light barely giving any visibility in the unfamiliar room. Damp fabric dragged over flawless skin marred by the purpling blooms of the night's tryst, gently wiping off the sweat and grime that its partner never deigned important enough to do. A shaking hand roughly dabbed away and the lurch of its stomach was nothing new along with the bone deep tiredness that was commonplace after such sessions. A shiver wracked its body on the next swipe of the filthy rag which caught on a particularly ragged patch of coral scales and with a silent scoff, Eneko threw it into the sorry excuse of a sink. It was lucky that it had chosen to hunker down in Sootopolis for the time being, the running water and relatively intact buildings a blessing in the wasteland that defined most of the world, a small island nation where only the wind and waves crushed any chance of survival on the once peaceful city. As always, the first piece of clothing to go on was its choker, an accessory that once felt like it would squeeze all the air out of its expansive lungs, a hot brand clenched around its neck as a sign of ownership but now lay contently against its collarbones. It was a warm little trinket, encasing the entire column of its pale bruised neck, shaking fingers jerking the zipper up until the metal teeth knocked against the underside of its jaw. One by one, bruises were covered up by thick fabric, each piece darker and fluffier than the last as the layer piled up. Half skirts over thick leggings which tucked neatly into chunky boots that would be wholly impractical in the water for it not been the fact that it was a hydrodynamic challenge that Eneko thrived off of. Shirts, sweaters, jackets, and necklaces all piled up one atop the other, grounding its floating mind into a warm cocoon of fashionable comfort neither prioritized above the other. From its bottomless pockets a clutch was drawn out, beaten and hanging on only through sheer stubborn spite, and full of cracked powder and half used cosmetics, the gentle application of such a luxury sparse and frugal as Eneko covered up the bloom of purple crawling up its jaw onto its cheeks and the dreaded birthmark. It was a familiar ritual by now, applying makeup in the dark while its body ached with phantom sensations, mind slowly coming back into its body and crawling out of the abrupt drop to reality it had been forced to go through. By the time everything had been meticulously applied, the sun had peeked over the craterous lip of the city and light spilled into the ruins of a land that witnessed disaster twofold. Its shoes clunked against the rubble which littered the floor, a hollow muted sound as it crouched beside the tattered bed, riffling through the scattered clothes haloed by the morning. It was only when it finally managed to unearth the ratted brown bag it was searching for from the tangled mess that something in the room shifted, the calm morning air sharpening into an edge. It froze under the sudden shift, a beginner’s mistake, as it only drew attention to it and the mess of blankets on the mattress shifted as the man who was under sat up with sleep still fogging those dull, bland, eyes. The bleary mumble of “angelcake?” had Eneko moving again with an uncomfortable grimace, standing and clutching the bag firmly in its grasp. “I’m just taking your payment.” It said curtly, looping the strap around its shoulder. It wasn't all too heavy, a shame, but it would be more than enough. Sleepy eyes seemed to sharpen at that, a frantic shuffle of clothes accompanying the leisurely clop of boots picking its way towards the blown out wall on the other side of the room. Stepping out and basking in the gentle sun, Eneko contemplated which way to go next. Leaving Hoenn wasn't a bad idea in its opinion, with its limited resources and ruined landscape, it was more of a final resting place more than a place of survival. In the first place, this island had always been plagued with heavy weather and natural disasters, the raging pokemon only destroyed what semblance of peace this region had been clinging onto. Every city, by virtue of being located on costal lines and by the sea were all swept away and drawn out to sea, pulled down into unimaginable depths. Each time Eneko dove into the sea, slicing through the clear waters and dancing among the coral, the sea floor would always be littered with the remains of someone else's livelihood. A red tiled rooftop here and there or even some broken pokecenter equipment long since unusable due to water damage. It was a shame, from the storybooks that its parents had read to it when it had still been small enough for such trivial things to be allowed, they had spoken about the old world with nostalgia and wonder. To them, it was a bygone era of possibilities and intrigue, something that had once been but never will be. Still, Eneko had to keep moving if only so it could stay alive. No time could be allotted to marveling at inventions a century old that no longer worked. As it was deliberating about where to travel to next, a question that clung to it like a second skin as it dictated its every move, there was a flurry of footsteps before a dull pain bloomed along its back. It wasn’t anything excruciating so Eneko played it off as a by-product of the night before the pain began to twist and warp, drawing out a scowl of annoyance. “Sorry baby doll, can’t let you take my entire supply bag.” Its assailant huffed, putrid breath curling around a sensitive ear which made Eneko squirm away in disgust, both at the smell and at the horrid pet name. It knew morning breath was a thing but man, none of its previous hookups had been quite so bad. Sure, it could handle the occasional jerk looking to murder it but bad breath? Nah, that’s where it drew the line. Reaching behind it, Eneko grasped the knife firmly and yanked it out with nary a whimper nor a wince, letting the blue blood drip off the edge. The wound itself wasn’t very deep despite the tremendous amount of force applied, looking no worse than a common papercut. A perk of having some of the toughest organs known to both human and pokemon was that attacks were so so so easy to shrug off, crushing blows merely glancing off it, but for some they took it as an invitation to try again. Which was exactly what its one-night stand did. Man, Eneko really should have been better when choosing their victims but old habits died hard and being a little bit of a gold digger was unfortunately one of those charming qualities. When his attempts at carving Eneko’s life and flesh out were met with only disgruntled looks and thin blue lines, the man stared at its cold grey eyes with an all too familiar fear that honestly the other was getting really tired of. “You’re a monster.” He whispered. “Well yeah. That’s the entire reason why you wanted to sleep with me.” Eneko deadpanned, grip tightening on the bag before with a heavy swing, the other was knocked clean off his feet and sent crashing into the ruins behind them. Oddly, the body seemed to sail for much longer in the air before hitting the pocked landscape with a puff of dust and rocks. Oh well, it was probably it’s imagination, Eneko reasoned. “Fore!” It yelled out as the poor git who thought it would be smart to attack a hybrid slumped over unconscious. Dumbass. Serves him right. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 10/06/2022 03:25 (3 Years ago) |
 Name: Eneko Gender: No [Any] Age: 24 Race: Gorebyss Hybrid Moveset: Shell Smash | Hydro Pump | Ice Beam | Hidden Power Grass | Dive | Substitute Appearance: Much like the pokemon it was hybrisized with, Eneko is the epitome of grace and elegance, a lithe and almost waifish scale speckled body almost gliding on land. It's pale pinkish skin its unblemished save for a seashell shaped birthmark under its right eye, patches of scales littered around its body, and a matching pair of white bands wrapping around its thighs. Between its fingers and toes is a thin purple webbing and gills which almost look like scars when not underwater line its ribs. The biggest tell of its inhuman nature is its stylishly styled natural bright pink hair that has almost become its signature. Much like the pokemon, its hair grows more vibrant as spring comes and after it feeds, growing dull during the winter and fall months. Perhaps a little annoyingly, its hair is in a permanent wolf cut due to the long purple-tipped fin extending from its lower skull, blending in almost seamlessly with its hair. Its sharp bluish grey eyes have a piercing quality to it, as if it is simply looking through you and judging your deepest being, leaving the impression of haughty arrogance. Perhaps it is the sharp Asian features, or imposing aura despite relatively average in height. A lessor indicator of its hybrid status is an unusually sharp tongue, more literal than one would expect. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but one would have to be blind or lovesick to deny Eneko's natural beauty even without the soft makeup it frequently dons. It generally appreciates fluffy almost alt style clothes and accessories Personality: Eneko is an almost painfully obvious case of the "Cold Beauty", silent and standoffish. Its resting face of haughty superiority puts many off from even approaching them if they even pick up the nerve to talk to the almost terrifyingly beautiful creature. If they still have the courage to strike conversation, then it's blunt attitude and silver tongue certainly will drive them away. It is not only in appearance that Eneko takes after the gorebyss, but also in demeanour, viciously attacking its quarries with a sharp tongue. Perhaps that is why in the end, Eneko is a deeply lonely person who finds solace in the water and sports. Of course it's only allowed to play "pretty" sports such as diving or gymnastics but what he revels in is punching the lights out of someone else. Violent, yes, but cathartic nonetheless. It despises being called beautiful or even handsome, the mere whisper of "pretty" enough to piss it off. With its looks always being put foremost before any skill and its personality being considered a far third, it despises such shallow conclusions, instead preferring to be judged based on its own merit other than having a pretty face. While it doesn't long for the company of others, more than happy to be by itself, it does keep other's feelings in mind and does its best to act accordingly. Though at times, even without its knowledge, its life of constant attention and advertisement has led it to develop more attention seeking tendencies, placing the spotlight on it and it only. Still at the end of the day it is simply another player attempting to survive. If distancing itself from others is the key to its success, then who is to judge? Background: In an almost post-apocalyptic environment, one might think that major social conventions would have broken down, shattered and utterly destroyed like the rest of civilization. Apparently Helicopter Parents didn't apply as Eneko grew up with a team of very very paranoid "parents". As the very first successful Hybrid to be grown from the tube, its parents were always obsessed with keeping their research alive quite literally. It was never allowed to do anything other than eat and breathe, even walking was highly discouraged. Everything it learned was highly curated by its parents, down to the last calorie and the simplest words. Everything was carefully monitored to ensure that their greatest creation would survive and show off to the world the greatest scientific advancement of their time. Diving and acrobatic classes were added to show off its unnatural elegance and inhuman qualities in the best light possible. Soon it became the poster child for lab grown hybrids, acting as a living advertisement for the wonders of genetic testing. It spend most of its time showing off for the sake of its creators, nothing more than a slide in a powerpoint presentation for why the facility should earn more funding. Just a pretty face to slap onto ads and rake in the funds. Or new test subjects, they weren't particularly picky. But even with its immense fame and beauty, the research lab still went under and Eneko was placed into the care of its original creators, the closest to parents it ever had, and sent out to the world. There its pretty face came in handy for conning and persuading others to give them a place to stay or for other... favours. It was after one of these appointments that it finally grew tired of being overly sheltered to the point where it knew nothing outside of the scientists and the laboratory that Eneko silently slit the throats of its "retinue" before disappearing into the night. If it was going to do unsavory things to survive, then it rather do them for only its benefit, not to the benefit of others. It wasn't going to wreak itself just for the sake of others, it had done enough of that Extra Details: It only speaks human. While it would love to try and learn pokemon, its was never given that opportunity Eneko is by nature, despite appearances, a very tanky creature and is capable of freediving into depths that even other water type hybrids may not be able to reach [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 29/05/2022 07:18 (3 Years ago) |
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Inosuke Birthday Plush please [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 29/05/2022 05:52 (3 Years ago) |
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any birthday plush please? [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 12/05/2022 00:05 (3 Years ago) |
   “ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂ υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.” ― νσℓтαιяє ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ So the lady was a murder hobo, good to know. Even lowered, the grip on the knife was adjusted to be more sturdy as the staring contest continued. "And you're target is in a hospital?" Aoi deadpanned. "I'm so terrified, hurting people who are already injured. Very scary of you." They tossed around the idea of just straight up leading the two to whatever room they needed to go to and finish their business before herding them out of the hospital. They didn't actually really care about some of the residents in the long term care wards nor did the short term patients ever strike his hard earned empathy so they were willing to cut a few strings here and there for the sake of the greater safety of the hospital's residents. Well, whatever they were going to do, they'd at least like to hear from the other person who had, up till this point, stayed eerily silent. "And you? What's your deal? I'd like to know who I'm potentially teaming up with before agreeing." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 11/05/2022 06:21 (3 Years ago) |
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“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂ υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.” ― νσℓтαιяє ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ Aoi's face scrunched at the mention of killing and an alliance. They weren't exactly the biggest fan of murdering people willy nilly without a good reason, and teaming up with someone who was hunting for a target didn't... seem like the best time really so no. no thanks. Possibly at the eleventh hour if they were still alive, Aoi would join but they doubted that the two would stay that long. They said nothing, keeping their face neutrally schooled before slowly moving backwards to allow them to continue. While neither Arezel or Andrea had stated their names, intentions, or even made any move to attack, Aoi wasn't going to take any chances and was still on the fence about the two. "What are you doing in the hospital? Answer and I might consider joining." They finally bargained, lowering the knife as a wary sign of goodwill. There were still too many unknown factors that Aoi didn't know yet before they could trust these strangers enough to watch their back [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 11/05/2022 02:35 (3 Years ago) |
 Well, considering the fact that San was a bright pink cat.... that wasn't the sneakiest appearance to have. Sure, he was small and he knew when to be serious and get work done, but he was bright pink. Kind of hard to sneak around like that but if no one else wanted to step up then he would. But instead of voicing this, he simply trotted after Meka, humming happily to himself in an almost offensively carefree manner [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 08/05/2022 02:48 (3 Years ago) |
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Perking up as the odd little bird pokemon showed off a bruised and battered limb, San bounded over to sniff at it curiously. It didn't seem broken or anything, just a really uncomfortable injury but still he pouted up at Artemis, sympathizing with the amount of pain the other must be feeling. "I don't have berries and I don't know if this helps but I'm going to try anyways!" He chirped, flouncing away with light footsteps. Circling around a few times, San finally stood up on his hind legs and concentrated, pulling the brightest colours towards himself. There was a green shimmer as Meka's Recover was used through Assist, healing the pokemon up to full health Except that it only worked on San and not Artemis, leaving the skitty visibly dejected through downcast ears and a drooping tail. "Aww man, that did nothing... I'm sorry." He pouted, flopping down to mope despite the severity of this whole situation. It was as if he didn't even listen to a word that Meka had said or if he did, it didn't really register with him [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 08/05/2022 00:50 (3 Years ago) |
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“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂ υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.” ― νσℓтαιяє ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ It was quiet. At least for now. So far they had only lobbed one knife at someone, hitting the other straight in the shoulder. Non-lethal, but enough for to warn them away from the hospital. Honestly, if they were trying to enter through the front entrance, what else did they think would happen? They would have to begin doing rounds soon, staying in one place was never a smart way of defending any place and that was possibly the only glaring problem with this arrangement. Aoi was only one person and the hospital was way too big for someone to defend on their own. Oh well, they only really cared about getting their hands on expensive medicine and making sure that the hospitalized long term patients would survive the night, not much else. Idly flipping their knife, they gazed out onto the empty street as screams and cries filled the air. They wondered how many times the president had been targeted yet and scoffed at that thought before quickly banishing it. That good for nothing scumbag had some of the highest level of security even outside of Purge days, there was no way a normal civilian like them could ever hope to breach it. Picking up the knife case which rattled a little suspiciously with the amount of sharp objects shoved into it, Aoi wandered back into the Hospital. Making their way over to the pharmacy, they had no qualms about stealing a few loose packets of painkillers and antimalarials and taking them as they wound their way up to the storeroom. If they could catch some of the hospital staff, perhaps they could chat with them for an hour or so, killing some time in the process. Humming happily, they threw open the door to the spiraling staircase which elevated them to to the needed floor, taking them two at a time. So lost in his thoughts and the gentle chatter of knives knocking against each other, Aoi almost didn't notice that others were on the stairs until he turned a landing and came face to face with two unfamiliar bodies. Narrowing their eyes in suspicion, they leveled the knife in their hand at the two strangers. "Hi there, if you're here to hurt any of the patients, I'm sorry but I'll have to kill you. If you're here to take medicine, I can give you the name and address of the corresponding pharmaceutical company or warehouse. Stealing from the hospital isn't very nice, there's patients here who really need that stuff. They have a medicine shortage right now, did you know?" They warned with a warm smile, despite how cold the words themselves were [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 04:23 (3 Years ago) |
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Skitties were always considered weak. More of a cordinator's pokemon than anything and only useful for being cute. Everyone who had spent enough time with humans knew that and thusly liked to spend most of their time in the hollows they called home. San, for sure despised humans, always tricking him into chasing his own tail even when he was already dizzy just so that they could coo over him. That's why he liked other pokemon much better, they at least understood that he was his own entity, much more than the other skitty out there. One of his best friends, a kind dragonite who's personality rivaled even the most enthusiastic of growthlites, had been forced to fight for amusement after the a human got their hands on him. So when he found himself in a place where Legends were real and no humans were in sight, it was practically a paradise for him. Leaping up and down for a moment while completely ignoring Meka, San caught sight of his swirling tail and really who was he to not chase it? [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 00:20 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 30/04/2022 07:08 (3 Years ago) |
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“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂ υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.” ― νσℓтαιяє ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ The room was cramped. Aoi bounced their knee absentmindedly, gazing at the slowly bruising divot in their arm where they had unhooked him from a blood drip, the device which sat innocently off to the side of the room. With a final shuffle of paper and a roll of the office chair over laminated flooring, the doctor gave Aoi a warm smile. "Alright, we're all done here, Aoi. With just a few hours to go too." Doctor Moreau trilled, giving his patient a gummy smile. "Your anti-inflammatory medicine has been sent down to the pharmacy and you can get your monthly supply of blood bags from the local blood bank. All the standard things, really." The nearby printer whirred and chugged away, spitting out a small piece of paper which the doctor deftly snatched up and scribbled on before shoving it to his patient. Taking the prescription, Aoi checked it over and made sure that each medicine they needed was there before nodding. "Thanks, doc. I've already emailed the list to you but here it is again so do keep yourself alive in time to give these to me." Taking out another sheet of paper, the lanky patient passed it over before getting up and steadying himself for a moment as the world spun before his eyes. "See you later. Happy Purge or whatever." Throwing a lazy hand up they sauntered out of the clinic and down towards the lobby. Around them, they threw greetings to the various nurses that roamed the hallways, staying behind to chat for a while. The hospital was essentially their second home, a place where they spent most of their life living in, hooked onto respirators and other machines as their life waned and waxed. Tonight, as they had last year, they would be spending the Purge in this very facility. It was almost humorous that the place that had healed them would be their death place but they were fine with that. All everyone thought about during during the 12 hour period was murder and protecting themselves but that was kind of stupid in Aoi's eyes. Why would you go for murder when you could break any law possible? So each year they would steal from pharmaceutical companies. Lifesaving medicine that could be used by anyone all locked away for prices higher than anyone could ever afford, all stolen by one sickly person. The board members would be furious and it delighted them to no end. Humalog, Insulin, Tramadol, it was almost a second Purge when Aoi traveled around the next day to hand out their legally stolen goods. Perhaps the best part was that most of the Hospital staff was in on this. In return for protecting the hospital for most of the Purge, nurses and doctors would gather any extra medication that they had and give it to Aoi at the 11th hour, leaving them another hour to raid the nearby pharmacies for more before time would run out. It was a clever system, made so that the Hospital could continue to treat any injured or preform any illegal yet life saving operations during the event Hopping down to the Hospital canteen, they waved to some of the familiar families gathered there and to the kitchen staff before hopping up to the counter. “Hi honey,” They greeted, faux flirting with the very much taken worker behind the till. “Wanna let me in so I can get some big scary knives to play with tonight?” Perhaps it was because of their winning personality of something because the worker only snorted and waved them over which Aoi did gleefully. Hopping over to a nearby knife case, he popped it open to start loading as many as he could fit. Butchers’ knives and other heavy cumbersome blades were thrown in for ease of transportation. The others found a home in one of the numerous straps littered over their attire. Knives certainly wouldn’t solve the unfortunate reality that they wouldn’t be stopping any bullets, the main danger for anyone partaking in the Purge. Because this was America, of course everyone had guns. To ward of the bears on campus of course, fivehead what else would they be used for. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 29/04/2022 01:32 (3 Years ago) |
 ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ There were murmurs of conversation and Song BingLiu tipped his head at the direction, not so subtly listening in. It seemed like everyone in this odd place that was neither Elysium or any place he knew of had received a gem of some sort, possibly what had been embedded on Kujira's skull. He debated for a moment the best course of action before giving up and asking the Surplice to lead him to the group. If they freaked out over a giant floating skeleton of a whale, well he guessed they could cross that bridge once they got to it "Hello there." He greeted them, bowing modestly. "I couldn't help but overhear that you had received gems. I assume that everyone in this odd place has gotten one as well? If that is the case, would you mind telling me if there is one located on my Surplice here?" The request was punctuated by the gentle petting of one of Kujira's spinal bones as if anyone needed scarification on who he was talking about. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 28/04/2022 08:01 (3 Years ago) |
 ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт "For those who are worthy" Ritsu flinched back at the sudden flood of light, a low hiss already building in his throat. No, he wasn't going back out there, where the sunlight was sure to sap away every bit of strength from him. He wasn't ready for that again. So he shied away from the light, eyes squeezed shut as he stubbornly pressed his face into the ground. It soon faded, thankfully, and he could finally relax. The lingering exhaustion still hung around his shoulders like a cape, and he rolled over only to be stopped when he felt something digging into his ear. It felt suspiciously like a wireless mic, a feeling so much like second nature that for a moment he just ignored it, used to taking naps before and after stages that it took him a solid five minutes to realize that he wasn't even in his unit costume. Bolting to his feet, he fumbled over the mic to map out the device. Largely it felt the same, sleek and minimalist like all of the standard ES microphones, but there was a gem inlaid in the earpiece and he paused. For a moment he wondered if he had accidentally taken a Switch headset instead, it wouldn't be the first time considering that they belonged to the same company, but running over the gem again, it didn't quite feel the same. Unhooking the device, he did a double take, seeing the gentle navy blue so unlike Aoba-nii's that it couldn't be a Switch mic. The detailing as well was so quintessentially Knights, the blue and white detailing and all. ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ The flash of light had Song BingLiu flinching, curling up closer to Kujira to shield his still stinging eyes. Being in the underworld for so long really did do a number on his eyes, and the amount of light he was getting now was just veering on the edge of a headache. When it abated, he gently peeled himself off Kujira and felt the bones under his hands rattle, sending a garbled image of what was around them. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at the abnormal echo, he gently ran a hand over Kujira's snout. The bones were smooth for a reason, making echolocation easier and clearer but as he ran his hand over the familiar slopes and curves, his palm bumped against something odd. It was a different material to the otherworldly bone which comprised of his familiar but it was there. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 27/04/2022 21:45 (3 Years ago) |
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ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт Hazily, Ritsu could spot a line of low shrubbery where shade was provided and he sluggishly pushed himself to his feet. Swaying slightly as he tried to chase away the sunsickness, he stumbled towards the direction. Plinking down within the cragly terrain, he let out a small huff of wry amusement. Even if everything had changed at least his piss poor health stayed the same. ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ With Kujira's help, Song BingLiu slowly walked forward, keeping a hand on his familiar's head to help guide him. It was an odd sight, seeing someone in such traditional clothing leaning against a behemoth skeleton of a whale while attempting to feel his way through the space. Low clicks and warbbles occasionally gently rattled the whale's ribcage, soft enough to not disturb anyone but still enough for the pair to locate where each body was. One had seemed to locate themself a fairly good ways away from the rest of the group, making Song BingLiu furrow his eyebrows. It was certainly concerning if not suspicious so his gently urged Kujira around and the pair slowly made their way over to Freyja, moving at their own pace [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 27/04/2022 01:25 (3 Years ago) |
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ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт It was with a start and a gasping and hand outstretched for people who weren't there anymore that Ritsu awoke. For a moment, he was back in the backfields of Yumenosaki, that he had simply fallen asleep in the forest his exhaustion getting the better of him once again and leaving him weakened and wanting. But as his sight slowly returned to him, still fuzzy and uncertain, Ritsu found himself alone and in an unfamiliar place. Glancing around hesitantly, he desperately searched for another familiar face. His friends, other idols, even that good for nothing vampire who dared call himself his kin. And yet there was no one he could recognize in a place that almost seemed designed against him. The clear open field was teeming with sunlight and very little place to hide away from his heavy eyelids. Already he could feel unconsciousness tugging on the back of his mind again, calling him back to rest. ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ It had been odd to see the Underworld be torn asunder, the souls of his Lord's domain falling away from their eternal rest. Mournfully, Kujira warbled and rubbed their smooth head against Song BingLiu's arm, the unnaturally un-pocked bone gentle and soft against his touch. Death had always been a surety for those who worked for the Undertaker of the Dead, but even that finality had been taken away from them. His home, his co-workers, the souls of those he had come to love. But death was never something to mourn about and a celebration. One day, perhaps he would host a ceremony for the lost. For the hundreds, millions, all those where under his families domain. They deserved that at the very least, one final sign of respect from their guardian [Read more] |