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Posted: Thu, 05/10/2023 01:14 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 05/10/2023 00:15 (1 Year ago) |
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There was a clamor not too far from his cage as Lăcrămioara looked up. Leaning forward to look around his Master's table, he couldn't quite figure out what was happening, just that someone seemed to be surrounded. Looking to see his Master returning his gaze with a judgemental arc of a brow, Lăcrămioara only smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. What could he say, he loved to make other people's business his own. Choice words were mumbled under his Master's breath but the cage that kept the hungry vampire locked away from polite society melted away in a shower of golden sugar and lights. Almost like a trade off, red rope bound his throat in a band of magic to tether him to his owner. Clearly merchandise if people knew what to look for, a rabid dog firmly muzzled. "Gentlemen, have you ever learned that business is best conducted at a bargaining table or behind closed doors? Blocking an entire market street is simply not the way to go about things. You're disturbing my precious Master's business." The vampire purred, appearing in a whirl of tattered fabric behind who he assumed was the ringleader by his incredibly fancy jacket. It wasn't the first time he had stepped into one of these altercations nor would it be the last, an incredibly efficient way of conducting business by offering his services to tame unruly unnaturals prone to running away. But this one, this one Lăcrămioara had an itching feeling might be a bit different and he always was attracted to the blood-pumping danger of reckless unknown danger [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/10/2023 02:05 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/10/2023 23:50 (1 Year ago) |
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But perhaps a part of him was just excited to meet someone else like him [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/10/2023 22:45 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 03/10/2023 20:19 (1 Year ago) |
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Sliding into the closest spot he could find, he found himself face to face with a beautiful girl with an air of royalty surrounding her lolita clad form. Her striking red hair stood out to him and briefly he wondered if she too was a coordinator with how well dressed she was. "Hi, I hope you don't mind if I sit here." He said almost breathlessly, eyes already examining her wonderfully made clothes. The lace was exquisitely crafted as if hand bobbined rather than machine manufactured, the layers of ruffles and petticoats helping elevate her fit into a masterpiece. The black blended in with the shadows of the carriage, giving her an almost otherworldly aura around her. But what really caught his eye was the papers she was holding. They seemed so similar to his own papers tucked safely in his bag that even if he didn't see anything written on it, he could wager that he could fill out most of it in his sleep. He chose not to say anything though but relaxed just a bit more with the knowledge that they wasn't the only ones in this new environment. Squeaking, Vica hurried to pick themselves up from where they had tripped and made their way to a carriage that seemed to have a spot for them. Sliding in beside a redhead boy with the palest green eyes, Vica let out a sigh of relief, shrugging off their heavy jacket as the enclosed space would soon prove to be much too stuffy in a few short minutes. "Sorry, there was no where else to go..." They offered meekly, already worrying that they were making a bad first impression. Ugh, there was a reason why their parents worried about their clumsy child going away to another region to study. They were just a little to the left of normal that it put others off. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 02/10/2023 22:13 (1 Year ago) |
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He was shaken out of his boredom quite literally though as his Master subtly kicked the side of his new cage. "Oi, Mio. New job." Was the only instruction and like an obedient puppy Lăcrămioara perked up and gave their customer a winning smile and his wholehearted attention. It didn't take long for his Master to reach an agreement and coin was exchanged and his assignment was read out. His employer this time was a cute boy but unfortunately not his type at all, rambling about a nest of vampires that had made their home base in the caves near the poor sweet boy's family lands. The same old spiel that flowed from a frightened and inexperienced mouth droned on as Lăcrămioara smiled sympathetically and nodded in the appropriate places. Crawling forward, he reached out to grasp the boy's worn coat and gazed into those watery brown eyes with a gentleness that would melt even the hardest of stone, stopping the rambling in its tracks. "Please don't you worry your pretty head anymore, benzinho." He purred, the words rolling off his tongue like thickened honey and fragrant oud. "This Lăcrămioara will take care of anything and everything. For such a sweetheart, even I would turn against my wretched kin if only for a drop of your attention." Seeing the bloom of red against his employer's face, Lăcrămioara took it a step further to grasp a soft hand that had never seen a day's work and pressed his forehead against the disgusting skin in a vow. "Upon my name, I swear to return happiness to you once again. Please, come back again and have a taste of immortality if you can." A flirtatious wink was the killing blow, wrapping his client around his finger with a wave of his hand. Seeing his employer off with more empty platitudes and charming smiles, Lăcrămioara didn't have to look to know that Master's disapproval was written all over the walls. Hate it all anyone wanted, but his tactics meant that customers would come back time and time again if it meant just another second with his charming persona. Really, it was much more entertaining this way to have mortals trip over themselves for his ethereal beauty With his fun over, he went back to watching over the crowds. He would not be let out until night fell anyways, and so he would amuse himself by watching an Aurs stumbling clumsily through the throngs and those with masked intentions sweep by. Gripping Ibaball closely, Ibaraki toddled through the halls of the current Eiríni base, greeting those that managed to catch a sight of the Oni with a face splitting smile. While Ibaraki didn't like being involved in any of the real planning or revenge happenings that went on in the organization, it was nice to be surrounded by something other than haunting ghosts and specters that lingered just outside of fragile memory. Humming nonsensical tunes to amuse whatever lingering regrets floated around in these dingy halls, Ibaraki peeked into a populated room full of stress and power. There they were, planning their next moves and staring intently at the threadbare map that they carried with them everywhere. The old paper was punctured with multiple thumbtacks where Eiríni missions both sucessful and not dotted to the sun bleached colours with bright pops. With a determined nod to no one in particular, Ibaraki toddled into the room and made a beeline for whoever looked the most stressed and made to clamber into their lap. Silly adults and their silly plans. All they needed to worry about right now was that Ibaball was dirty and in need of a cleaning. Revenge or whatever big grown up words they liked to use could wait. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/10/2023 04:14 (1 Year ago) |
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Leo groaned as he leaned over the railing of his private quarters. It was at least better than the dorms at least but considering that he was part of the debutante class, he was sure that they had upgraded some of the student facilities in the years that he had been away. Why the Headmaster had invited him onto their faculty two years ago, Leo hadn't really questioned it and accepted it under the condition that he wouldn't live on campus and only teach Sinnoh History. Now that he had been promoted though, he regrettably had to now live full time in the place, surrounded by work on all sides. At least he still went back some weekends... Breathing out his woes, the curl of smoke caught his eye as he looked off to the side to see the SS Victory dock and students flow out, small and almost like ants from how far away they were. The 11th generation of this prestigious academy, he thought dryly, watching as they made their way off the boat towards the carriages waiting to bring them to campus. The Galarian Rapidash seemed well behaved at least so there wouldn't be any problem getting them up. A sad merp drew Leo out of his misery musings and instinctively his hand reached out to gently scratch Tove's chin, the soft purrs of the Hisuian Typhlosion easing his nerves as the overgrown mustelidae attempted to weasel his way into his lap. Despite his age, Tove always thought himself as a small Cyndaquill still a lap-sized pet even if he was now only a head shorter than Leo. "Spoiled." He grumbled but didn't complain as he sat down on the cold tiles, watching the new students stream in while giving his partner all the attention that he demanded. He dreaded the curriculum he would inevitably have to craft for the various levels of students, his new flashy title of Head Research Professor weighing heavily on his shoulders, but he buried them under the thick fur of his partner. Whatever, he would stress about it later he resolved as he felt the crawling touch of other ghost pokemon crowding around him for attention. Gathering up the lost children who sought his comfort, Leo let himself bask in this rare moment of peace before everything would undoubtedly be thrown into chaos The first thing that Vica noticed once they left the boat was the fact that Galar was way too warm. Much warmer than their home settlement, Still bundled up in Piloswine fur hand embroidered and woven as a parting gift from his family, the beating sun and lack of any cold winds meant that beads of sweat were already rolling down the side of their face. Very rarely did they come out of their assigned room during the trip, content with humming to themselves as they wove with their portable loom. Pulling down their hood and unwrapping their scarf from their neck, they took a careful breath in. and let all the nerves flow from their exhale. This was a new beginning, a new experience, and a place where they could just take the time they needed to grow and learn. To find what they wanted to do with life. To escape the confines of their small village and explore something other than the narrow paths set before them. Having never really traveled any further than Snowpoint City, the only exception was when they took their license, Vica was eager to explore what the world had in store for them. Even the make of the boat they had been on was foreign to them, the wielded steel and sturdy bow so unlike the wooden dinghys and Seaking that were let loose in Acuity Lake and the surrounding Oceans. Rapidash that looked like they stepped out of an illustrated book of fairydust and dreams awaited them and they stared wide eyed with anticipation. It was almost physical proof that this was not just another delusion thought up of in another night of lonely wistfulness or a daydream maladjusted to the reality that confined them. It was a new beginning. And as they stepped off the boat, their first beginnings started with them tripping and falling flat on their face Stretching out weary limbs, Song BingLiu sat down on his luggage to take a quick rest. His bags were heavy, mostly with traditional performance clothes and other supplies with the essentials squished in between his craft. He didn't know how he stuffed everything into two luggages and a duffel bag but he would forever be thankful to his theater siblings for helping him pack. Humming out a nonsensical tune, he focused on digging out his crochet supplies from his bag's side pocket to work on. He didn't know what sort of pokemon would be his partner but considering that he had requested both the most common and uncommon type in the known pokemon world, there was quite a variety that was possible. He suspected a smaller pokemon might be given based on the fact that he was a coordination specialist and most small pokemon were better suited for such activities but he could never be too sure. Still, no matter who he was paired with, first impressions were everything and thus a gift of hand crocheted clothes would be more than suitable in his mind. It also helped calm his mind, keeping it a pleasant nothingness as he let his hands work on the soft yarn spun from flaffy wool. It wasn't anything delicate like weedle silk from which much of his performance clothes were spun from but something handmade was always better than manufactured. There were so many new faces too, all of them chattering and moving towards the carriages that would undoubtedly lead them to the campus. While the best choice would be to join them as well so that they could meet their partners faster, Song BingLiu wanted to soak in the new environment for just a little longer if only to meet someone new. Besides, there were so many people talking with each other as well, it wouldn't hurt to be a little lazy. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 28/09/2023 05:37 (1 Year ago) |
 Username - Comfygazing Character name - Ibaraki Age - Currently, around 10 Gender / Sexuality - Fluid | n/A Species - Oni Appearance - Small, round, cute. Those are the first three words anyone would come up with when looking at the adorable round form of Ibaraki. With wide amber eyes framed with black sclera always brimming with wonder and curiosity, its hard to deny Ibaraki anything whenever those innocent eyes are trained on someone. Puffy cloud-like hair frames a round pudgy face, the pale skin marred with peeling flesh around the upper cheeks almost blending in with the snowy hair, red horns lie bleeding and broken on a pure head. Often times, Ibaraki is seen holding a round puffball plush, the only possession that the small child will not part with. As an Oni, Ibaraki has access to an older masculine and feminine form as well though preferring to stay small and cute for aesthetic and safety purposes Occupation - Eiríni member Personality - ESFP - The Entertainer | 7w8 - The Opportunist As expected of someone Ibaraki's age, theres still a lot of childish youthful innocence still stored in such a tiny body. Ibaraki doesn't question many things, simply accepting that things are that the way they are and lives life as freely as possible. Ibaraki often hangs out with the older members of Eiríni, always accompanying them for quality de-stressing and plain old companionship, finding joy in making others crack a smile. Ibaraki has become something of a mascot for the resistance, a reminder of the things that they fight for. But innocence is not ignorance and there's a frightening amount of perception that lays within these wide gullible eyes. Advice and astute observations made under the guise of a child's bluntness always bubbles forth at the most unexpected of times, often guiding others through personal matters with tact and compassion. Some older members of Eiríni wonder if Ibaraki is only playing a role to help the members relax and distress from the pressure of revenge planning as is hiding a more warped personality somewhere under that kind facade Backstory - Because of a certain accident, Ibaraki refuses to take on an adult body and has also mentally regressed to whatever age the current body physically is. Seems very familiar with the Black Markets and the various gangs surrounding the area Password - Rules Other - Oni powers - Superhuman Strength, Limited Shapeshifting Usage - Rumored to attract of good fortune and wealth Art by 黒,TwinPhanMinh, and 肆方 [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 27/09/2023 21:32 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 27/09/2023 04:15 (1 Year ago) |
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x Paradisea Lycoris x Summer's Requiem x Devil's Advocate [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 26/09/2023 20:27 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 26/09/2023 04:34 (1 Year ago) |
 Username - Comfygazing Character name - Lăcrămioara Age - 237 Gender / Sexuality - Male | He/Him | Gay Species - Vampire Appearance - Still quite youthful looking, Lăcrămioara could pass off as a human in their late teens, early twenties with the only markers of his Unnatural status his slightly too sharp smiles and ever listening pointed ears. Hair the colour of dried blood is interspersed with growing white, perhaps too much for one still in their vampiric prime, but rather than detract from his appearances it gives him a mature youthfulness especially when paired with pale blue eyes that seem to know all there is in the universe. For a product, he seems to be treated with some semblance of respect, given enough layers to keep himself warm though patchy and ragged as they are. Occupation - Black Market Product - Contract Killing + Flesh Donations Personality - ESTP - The Entrepreneur | 8w7 - The Nonconformist Quite the sweet-talker, Lăcrămioara has a way with words that convinces many that he is much more harmless than he is. He knows how to read people quite well and knows how to cajole even the most wary of clients into considering his services, alluring them to his side despite being stuck in rusted cages when not being sold. He seems to get along with everyone and anyone even his seller who he always calls "Master", seemingly quite content with his current situation though most oldbloods may yearn for freedom. On the battlefield though and under contract of a job, he sheds his carefree demeanor in favour of bloodlust and sadism, bloodshed following his boiling hatred and malice. As expected of a prime vampire he is quick and efficient in battle, relishing in the bloodshed he brings. He has a bad habit of playing with his food and playing the merciful hunter who will let them escape if they beg prettily enough, a little too self assured in his strength. He is one who will never play fair in a fight, using his deceptively weak appearance to get opponents to underestimate him and use his pets as ambush. He still has manners though, always introducing himself to his foes politely and bowing to their desecrated corpses. He has a good relationship with other sellers on the Market as well, often striking conversations with them and securing deals for his master by selling any corpses from his contracts or even live specimens when he's out and about. He strikes conversations with other merchandise and can be considered something of a big brother for the younger products. He keeps them company while never deluding them to reality so many sellers with newly captured merchandise will also seek his services. Backstory - Wouldn't you like to know Password - Description Other - Lăcrămioara isn't his real name, just his product name He likes collecting all types of non-human Unnaturals as pets Art by thekingofdemonswalk and mosu02 [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 23/09/2023 09:02 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 21/09/2023 00:47 (1 Year ago) |
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I will very gladly take Lapras thank you [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 20/09/2023 20:57 (1 Year ago) |
 Character Name: Song BingLiu (宋冰刘) Age: 13 Gender: Male | Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them House: Swords Major Class: Coordinating Additional Classes?: Culinary, Music, Research Appearance: Among the crowd, Song BingLiu cuts an elegant figure. Tall and graceful, you would be forgiven for thinking that he's an ethereal being walking the earth with cascading locks of silky hair pinned up in a half ponytail and wide sparkling olive eyes to match. His hair often changes colour with how much he dyes it but for some reason it is surprisingly healthy. There are laughter lines etched into his face and smatterings of freckles lining them. Despite the scars that cross sun kissed skin, they only seem to add to his otherworldly beauty, not detract from it. Music is Song BingLiu's reprieve from a busy day and his talent for all things music is enough for the citizens of his hometowns to look forward to whenever he practices. Any instrument he picks up sings under his coaxing and his resonant voice has garnered him the honour of studying at the Ecruteak Dance Theater for a time Personality: ISFJ - The Defender| 2w1 - The Companion Song Bingliu is a person of very little words. He rarely speaks, preferring to be concise and communicating in succinct words if he must. Despite the silence, he is truly kind and selfless, his lack of words a testimony to that. He gives and gives and expects nothing in return, simply content with seeing other's happiness. He hungers for knowledge above all else, striving to learn as much as he can about the world and people around him. Music is frequently used as his main method of communication, the intersection of unspoken feelings embedded in a performance something that conveys more than he could ever say. He pursues coordination with a passion for the arts, loosing himself in the process At times though, he can become quite cold. Not mean, just... cold. It is as if his name has taken fruition and a cold dark death has spread over the North Partner: Lapras Other: Born in Cianwood City in Johto, moved to Ecruteak City to attend the Ecruteak Dance Theater His legal name is Willow Song but he prefers not to be called that Shoutout to fetts for drawing my boy  Character Name: Vica Garana Age: 12 Gender: Agender | Pronouns: They/Them House: Shield Major Class: Research Additional Classes?: History, Ecological Stewardship Appearance: Vica has long, vibrant green hair worn in a braid usually slung over the shoulder and mysterious purple eyes, pale skin making these colourful qualities pop out quite starkly. They have pierced ears and wears a gold and red tassel piercing in their left ear, a keepsake from their hometown that they are never seen without. While they used to wear heavy clothes suited for the frigid temperatures of their home, they have switched to wearing thin layers as Galar is much too hot for their liking. While they aren't exactly fashion conscious, they do pay attention to the make of their clothes Personality: INFJ - The Advocate | 4w3 - The Enthusiast Vica has a slightly eccentric personality that makes it difficult for them to make friends in school but is surprisingly rational. They have an abundance of self-confidence, particularly regarding their position a descendant of one of the first peoples in Sinnoh. At the same time, they worry that others will not love them in the same way they love themselves and view them with prejudice. Vica has many unique interests, including their love of ama diving and traditional craftsmanship but is careful to keep everything in balance and live a life that they won't regret. They're always very conscious about their place in the world and is careful to preserve and maintain the delicate state of nature Partner: Growlithe Other: Secretly, their greatest wish is to join the Music classes  Leo | Head Pokemon Research Professor 24 | He/Him | INFP | 4w5 Partner |  Tove | M | Blaze | Timid Flamethrower | Will-o-Wisp | Infernal Parade | Shadow Ball Team |     Jabberwock (F) | Oswald (M) | Levi (M) | Bandersnatch (F) Teaches | Fundamentals of Pokemon Breeding | Sinnoh History (All Levels) | Pokemon Research (Most Classes) Appearance: Leo's eyes hold the stars, dead and lifeless as they are, specks of gold glimmering amongst the purple nebulae. He keeps such a mysterious gaze hidden behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses, a gift from someone close to his heart, and carefully cut hair that falls over his eyes in tasteful waves, pulled back into a low ponytail whenever needed. Even his thick hair seem otherworldly, soft and shifting purple under the sunlight but his pale skin is in stark contrast to his dark attire from spending much of his time indoors or under trees, alabaster against ebony. He enjoys clothes that he can move comfortably in, often finding suits or anything formal to be much to stiff for his liking. But because of his work Leo often suffers the indignity of shrugging on dark purple overcoats and wearing slacks to adhere to the dress code. Other: An alumnus of The Academy of Honour, Leo is a gentle and lenient professor who specializes in Hisuian History and became a standout professor in the field in order to study and revive long extinct variants of pokemon from the past. He only succeeded twice and seems to have returned to his alma matter for access to better resources but that's just the rumor that goes around Generally well liked by his students but still somehow manages to be mysterious by shrouding his personal life in intrigue. It doesn't help that he is a ghost type specialist whose supposed current plans are reviving the almost mythical Hisuian Zorua family. Jabberwock the Dragapult was his partner since his Academy days when she was just a Dreepy and is more often seen by his side than Typhlosion who is incredibly shy. So much, in fact, that very rarely has anyone outside of fellow faculty actually seen the rare Hisuian variant [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 13/08/2023 20:27 (1 Year ago) |
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Song BingLiu Age: 21 Gender: A whole lot of ??? Appearance: (Description/Style) Among the crowd, Song BingLiu cuts an elegant figure. Tall and graceful, you would be forgiven for thinking that he's an ethereal being walking the earth with cascading locks of silky hair pinned up in a half ponytail and wide sparkling olive eyes to match. His hair often changes colour with how much he dyes it with natural materials, frizzy and damaged yet ethereal nonetheless. There are laughter lines etched into his face and smatterings of freckles lining them. He takes great care to appear as well put together as possible, hiding scars and callouses behind large clothes Personality: ISFJ - The Defender| 2w1 - The Companion Song Bingliu is a person of very little words. He rarely speaks, preferring to be concise and communicating in sign if he must. Despite the silence, he is truly kind and selfless, his lack of words a testimony to that. He gives and gives and expects nothing in return, simply content with seeing other's happiness. He hungers for knowledge above all else, striving to learn as much as he can about the world and people around him. He loved, and loves, and looses himself Skills/Abilities: JiaoRen - Legends of Sirens come to life as Song BingLiu's voice compels those who hear him to do his bidding. Though he can not select who to control specifically, his alluring timber make the humiliation worthwhile. This effect applies to speaking Music is Song BingLiu's reprieve from a busy day and his talent for all things music is a god given gift. Any instrument he picks up sings under his coaxing and his voice has garnered him the title of XianDai JiaoRen Living in Sector 8 has given Song BingLiu an incredible level of tenacity and survival instincts. He has in depth knowledge of practical skills such as foraging, first aid, and bartering. He is used to starvation and pain, standing strong through the circumstances Sector: (1 - 8) 8 GC: (y/n) Yeeeeeee Other: (Extra details) Responds to Song BingLiu more than Willow but his legal name is Willow Song He speaks in at an Alto but sings at a Bass Here he is, (x) Questions?: [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 06/08/2023 18:50 (1 Year ago) |
 Spreading his arms out with a shrug, Sho discreetly glanced around to see that Emika had slipped away at some point during their conversation, as silent as she always is. A shame but as long as her Pokémon continued to roam the halls and allowed him to lavish them with pets and affection that he didn’t care quite as much. “In any case, what if being a hollow vessel is the true freedom? Becoming a conduit for other’s thoughts and personality to invade and fill your essence before they leave, taking a little part of it to build your own ideals and views is the basic building blocks of all like. As children we are molded. by our parents and as students we learn from our forbearers to forge new paths. My role is simply as a catalyst for such changes, a tool for others to use as they please and discard when unneeded. In return, I absorb their research as my own, I learn from their failures and grow from their success. As a tool I have become the amalgamation of every test that has been run on me. Becoming a scientist, what a pipe dream that would be.” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/08/2023 07:07 (1 Year ago) |
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"Besides, we're talking now aren't we? You're seeing what I can offer already and if you must analyze my worth through more scientific means then you have my own research to parse through. I know my worth as someone who contributes enough to the team to still be employed instead of terminated, transcending beyond that would spell my own removal from my role as the obedient pawn easily manipulated to do other's dirty work. Much as you are comfortable with your place as a senior researcher, rightfully earned through years of dedicated work and natural dispositions, so too am I." He only huffed a laugh when Jirachi whined and fussed for attention. If he had to guess, Sho would suppose that this was what working with a child must be like, always a slave to the whims of a being you willingly shackled yourself to. But in Sho's case, it was more of an unwilling acquisition more than anything as he made a mental reminder to go grab a pokeball later to pass on to The Ears for their bosses' use [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/08/2023 03:32 (1 Year ago) |
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Comfygazing "The One Winged Witch" Viorel He/Him | Gay/Ace 32 Though appearances may lead many to believe him to be a sadistic schemer who takes advantage of the weak and vulnerable, Viorel is in reality a kind-hearted witch who is endlessly supportive of anyone who comes seeking his help. He is willing to hear out any request of any kind and may even poke his nose into other people's business for the expressed purpose of solving other's problems. Perhaps a bit too much as he actively pushes the boundaries of his pseudo-exile just to help out the lower class two-winged Aferi with whatever troubles ails them. He is quite eloquent and well mannered for one who lives on the outskirts of society, talking as if having been brought up in royal courts, well learned in both Aferi and Outlander ways There is a rumour that floats around the major cities: Towards the edges of the world in a moratorium-like life, offer your deepest desires to the uncaring space and fall into the final circle of hell, right into the Violet Witch's hands. When we wake from this dream will we turn into an ox? Art is of Yamino Shu by Wiryuu [Read more] |
