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Post by Theodore "Ghost" Davis on Oct 31, 2013 22:29:09 GMT -5
Life was a party, and Theo was king. He was determined to not only enjoy life, but to rise to the top. Tonight, Theo took his philosophy extremely literally and dressed up as a king for the masquerade ball. Though gang members were not the favored guests of the party in all likelihood, it provided Theo’s gang an excellent venue to do some deliveries to upper-crust clients whose contact with Noxus would otherwise draw untoward attention.
The wheelchair was secondhand, and not quite as maneuverable as his usual one, but the looks more than made up for any lack of agility. Spray painted gold with navy, velvet cushions, Theo’s throne caught nearly as much attention as his outfit. Pink hair fairly glowed against a tacky plastic gold crown. Theo’s gold-edged navy surcoat fell to nearly his knees, with the small space between the surcoat and knee-high boots covered by loose fitting black pants. Underneath the surcoat, a pristine white and flowing shirt clung to Theo’s biceps and fell loosely around his wrists. Various sparkly and slightly tacky bits of fake gold jewelry completed his costume.
By Theo’s side, Kesh the Lucario scowled and sulked, dressed in a rakish outfit of mock armor with a huge two-handed sword (plastic, of course) strapped to his back. His navy and gold matched Theo’s perfectly. The Meowstic twins did not like crowds, so Kesh got to chaperone their volatile trainer for the party.
“Oi, Kesh, you forgot you mask!” Theo nudged the stoically suffering Lucario, who took the offered gold mask with a long-suffering expression. The Pokemon tied the mask around his eyes as his trainer did the same with an identical one. The masks did nothing to disguise Theo’s identity, what with his pink hair and wheelchair, a combination definitely not very common.
“Now, where to begin…” Theo cracked his knuckles and began to wheel his way to the refreshments. The eternal teenager in him put food first, always.
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Post by tyrus on Nov 2, 2013 16:10:12 GMT -5
Tyrus wasn't too happy of a camper at the the moment; the person whom had invited her to come to this ball hadn't shown up and she was told by one of the others that had shown up that they were sick. She grumbled a little bit and leaned against the bar; in her left hand was a mock Ma'tok and in her right was a small cup filled almost half way with some kind of expensive hard liquor. She glanced about the room; there were tons of people here in all sorts of different costumes, her own was modeled after the star-gate's Anubis helm. She had taken the time to find someone to make it relatively quickly for her. She liked how she didn't have to wear much either. The clothing that went with it was fairly in her style as well and that made her even happier with it; since she didn't really wear much normally and it called for not wearing a shirt. Her flat chested self could easily pass off as amale even with the fur; save that her lithe body seemed to counter act what she had hoped since a few folks stared in her direction. They probrably were wondering why she was wearing fur along with this. Tyrus slid a little plate off to the side of her face so she could drink some of the liquor; a few of the local patrons noticed this and slide away from where she was leaning up against it. Some people knew the fur was actually coming out of her and the ones that didn't were better off. The drunk ones probrably didn't give a rat's bum that she was a pokemorph unless they were angry drunks. A few people stood out of the crowd; one of which was on a wheelchair. She wasn't sure if that was part of the costume or if that was required for him to get around; she didn't want to ask but she turned her head slightly to watch them come closer to the refreshments. Either wy it was rather intriguing; she wanted to ask but she could just see if he might be thinking about why he is; then again not everyone liked it when people took a gander in their heads. She decided instead to follow the pair passingly; her anubis head followed the eye-line rather well so it wouldn't be hard to tell where she was looking.
I might need a stronger drink.... There's so many people here I don't even know where to start...
Tyrus wasn't very good at parties, it was one of the few places she didn't feel very outgoing; usually with a little liquor though she'd be fine; at the very least a glass or two helped calm her nerves down a bit. She found she could drink more with it barely affecting her, either it was because of her mixed splicing or she was jsut getting more tolerant of the stuff. One of the people next to her was trying to talk to her; she could tell by the way his mind fluttered about thoughts, it wasn't polite doing that but the man was very badly intoxicated that she knew he wasn't going to notice. The pokemorph sighed and shook her head when he asked her a few random questions; he wasn't too pleased with the answer and stormed off. The morph sighed again and crossed her arms letting the Ma'tok rest against the counter; there were stools she probably could sit in but she didn't want her tail to be caught in the damn bottom spin things they incorporated for easy access of getting on and off. her eyes drifted over the two again; they were both people of interest she could tell.... A few thoughts crossed her mind and she wasn't too pleased with the premise of them.
The standing one seems to be a pokemon of some kind... Maybe a morph? Well built regardless...
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Post by Theodore "Ghost" Davis on Nov 3, 2013 17:58:57 GMT -5
The party was full of interesting costumes, but the person at the bar really took first prize. You couldn't pay Theo to dress up as a furry; it just wasn't his style. Maybe he was trying to be a Pokemon? But those tails didn't match any species Theo was familiar with.
Theo's chair suddenly drew to a halt, and the man twisted to level a death glare at whoever had dared to touch his chair. Kesh, armored against vitriol and abuse hurled his way in Theo's worst moods, merely shrugged off the heated look.
"Watch out for her tails," Kesh muttered in his gravelly, gruff voice, releasing the wheelchair and crossing his arms protectively over his chest again.
Theo looked around and noticed he had been about to roll over one of the tails he'd been so caught up with identifying. He glanced back at Kesh, earlier ire forgotten, mouthing the word 'her?' with an incredulous eyebrow. That was one forward, if flat, woman to go without anything but a fur top... which, now that he was closer, had no perceivable seams. A pokemorph? The tails moved in a lifelike manner as Theo wheeled carefully around them, so the creature appeared to be a Pokemorph.
Motioning for the tender over the high bar, Theo ordered a simple beer, having to stretch to reach the beer and deliver his money, which earned the lazy bartender a glare for not leaning down. Beer in hand, Theo turned back to the Pokemorph, a blunt question easily rising to his lips.
"So, how much of that is costume, and how much of that is experimental shit?" Theo took a long drink as he waited for a reply.
Behind him, Kesh mentally facepalmed. His thoughts, many times more clear than his trainer's, spoke of long-suffering silence in the face of Theo's mercurial ways.
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Post by tyrus on Nov 3, 2013 21:27:34 GMT -5
Tyrus sipped a little bit more of her drink and sighed deeply; she didn't spot any other person of interest other than the two previously mentioned. Her brow furrowed a bit and she stared for a few moments as they approached. The man showed interest in her appearance... and the other whom she figured for either a morph or well trained Pokemon seemed to be his friend. The morph watched the man while he inspected her tails and almost even rolled over one. She didn't bother moving them too much because she was afraid that he might accidentally do so. She took another sip of her liquor and grimaced a little bit at watching the lazy bartender exchange the money for some form of beer. She wasn't familiar with all the brands and this probably was one of the few. She hadn't been watching them the entire time so she was unsure of what possible interest they might even show in someone like her. Tyrus felt herself chuckle at his question before letting out a soft sigh; she pulled aside the mask panel and stuck out her pierced tongue at the man. A few seconds later she closed it back up and gave a very loose shrugging motion; she was loosening up a bit from the few drinks she had so questions like this didn't bother her as much.
Well... if you took away the armor It'd be just me and my fur.. So I guess 100%?
She wasn't exactly sure how else to answer that question and hopefully the man wasn't about to freak out about her being a pokemorph. Although with his rather tame question she figured that he wouldn't. She furrowed her brow a bit and then realized that she hadn't introduced herself yet; usually that was the first thing that she did but with that question her natural groove was thrown off in normal comparison of things. She set her drink down and tossed a five at the bartender who grunted and refilled her drink; the damn stuff was expensive but it was good... This was her fourth glass? Maybe fifth? She couldn't really remember how many she had but she was sure it was between those two numbers. Something else nagged her about why she was wearing the costume in the first place...
Where are my manners? My name is Tyrus; I kinda work for Pravus but kinda don't. It's super complicated...
When the glass was returned to her she drank most of it without hesitation; the tests they had run earlier that week along with some of the stress from her random encounters was proving to make her kinda a rather depression riddled person. Her mood swings were getting a lot worse too and without her limiting stones her physic abilities were in full swing. Thankfully she was able to tune out all the back-round chatter.
So,.... What's your guy's names?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT ֍ NOTES: My amusement level is so high right now.... ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Theodore "Ghost" Davis on Nov 5, 2013 17:33:22 GMT -5
Wrinkling his nose at the muzzle revealed by taking away the mask—were those whiskers? Fuck, man, the Pokemorphs were only getting more fucked up as the Pravus meddlers reached further into the gene pool. That was Pravus’ MO, right there, always meddling in things they should leave alone. But Theo did not have prejudice against Pokemorphs, just the parts that connected them to Pravus. The morph as almost definitely Pravus, yet Theo didn’t leave her be. The pierced tongue piqued his interest a bit; this morph had style.
“Doesn’t that get hot?” Theo waved his unoccupied hand to take in all of the morph’s form. He took a long drink from his beer, aware he had a long way to go to catch up with the party already in progress. But he wouldn’t be getting drunk tonight, not with business still to conduct. Business before pleasure, after all… or rather, pleasure before business before pleasure again.
He hadn’t asked for an introduction, though it was an encouraging sign from the morph. This one still knew enough of social niceties to speak in public, even if she couldn’t exactly pass for anything but a morph.
“My name is… Ghost, let’s go with that. Maybe I’m the Ghost King, tonight,” Theo snickered at his own joke, “I do not work for Pravus. I work for the common man, at least those with money, I can get anything you want, absolutely anything your heart desires,” he added the last with a flourish of his free hand.
Kesh rolled his eyes behind the paw he’d brought to his forehead to rub at the growing headache behind his temples. He did not like chaperoning Theo, especially not around parties with so many possible threats… or targets for Theo’s amusement. “Kesh,” he grunted, “I work for him.” He stabbed his paw at Theo.
Ignoring his Pokemon’s interruption, Theo leaned towards the morph. “So, Tyrus, what’s this about complications? I’ve been known to help resolve a complication or three. Maybe you can explain it to me and I’ll buy you that drink you’re having?”
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Post by tyrus on Nov 5, 2013 21:15:28 GMT -5
Tyrus sipped some of her liqour and shook her head a little bit before shrugging; the fur had been hot at first since she hadn't been used to it that and she had been used to wearing thick coats up in Autumn's end. The morph tipped her glass a bit and then set it back onto the counter; it was halfway empty now and she wasn't sure if she should buy more or not. She looked back and forth between the two before chuckling; they must of been friends with the way they were acting that or they were coworkers of some kind. Tyrus sat quietly while they introduced themselves; she felt a little smile work it's way across her lips from under the helm. So they worked for the people? Did that mean that they were some kind of social workers then or something? She shifted a bit and tinkered with the idea of maybe skimming one of their surface thoughts... But then she shook her head softly; she couldn't always rely on doing that since if someone noticed it made her look incredibly rude. She tilted her head a bit when the pokemon introduced itself and she gave a sagely nod; it was a strong name for the both of them to say the least. Although she had a inkling that ghost wasn't his real name but she wasn't about to question it. Tyrus blinked a little bit; so the pokemon worked for Ghost did he? That was interesting; most pokemon were either captured or forced into working through something held above them... She wondered what one it could be...
Pleasure to meet the both of you ghost and Kesh... And it was hot before i got used to it; but after a few years... It's almost like clothing that you can never take off...
Tyrus raised her glass and took a small sip out of the cup; her eyes now locking onto Ghost. Anything her heart desired? Anything? She felt her heart flutter in her chest a bit and she looked at her furred hand a bit and then clenched it a small tear sliding it's way over her hidden face. Science may of come far but there was no way in hell that she'd be able to make it so she was no longer a morph. She was fairly certain this damn thing was permanent but she wondered if he could help with maybe finding someone that could help her learn how to control her powers better? She barely knew anything about her body past the fact she was faster and much more frail than when she was a human. She let out a soft sigh and shook her head very slowly before looking between kesh and Ghost. They seemed like honest folk.... She felt like she could maybe trust them with a few bits and pieces. She sighed a little bit and then glanced about a bit; the helm was feeling like it was closing in on her head so with a heavy huff she slowly took it off. Her pink hair and her four long whiskers flairing out almost immediately. She let out a long hiss of relief before setting it on the counter; the bartender stared at her for a moment before going back to scrubbing some glasses. Not everyone had thought she had been a morph either which was rather surprising. She glanced around and then huffed a bit her mind reaching out and slipping the fact that she had just "spoken" to both Ghost and Kesh. It was hard to do this and it made a few sweat beads roll down her back.
Well considering I'm not... exactly happy with where i'm standing at the moment; pravus seems to be bad for my health considering how many people I seem to be running into that don't like it to the point where they'll attempt to kill me or just because I'm a morph. The issue behind that is if I leave Pravus I automatically get hunted as well as not having any resources to use.... So I'm a bit lost as to what to do, something screams of wrong every-time I go into the labs too and I can't explain why. If i was stronger too I could maybe get away safely but I don't think I'd be able to run forever.
The pokemorph wiped her forehead and sighed at seeing she had been sweating quite profusely from that; her ability was rather unrefined and she knew that if she didn't refine it she'd never make much progress in her abilities. She was confident in her physical ability for the moment but she had no idea how long it'd go before she ran into something that would end her and those that she tried to protect. Her whiskers moved back and forth a bit before she let out a long sighing hiss once more....
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 831 ֍ NOTES: Oh dear goodness xD ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Theodore "Ghost" Davis on Nov 12, 2013 0:51:47 GMT -5
A few years? Theo leaned back slightly to look at the creature again, still not finding one clear Pokemon to her shape. A splice, even, Pravus would not want to be free of this one. Splices were one of their more recent creations… he could still remember his first glimpse of a Pokemorph. One of Pravus’ dogs, dispatched to the slums to track down and take into custody for some imagined slight against their rule. Back then, things weren’t so bad. Theo had even thought the Pokemorph was cool as it prowled the streets with its unnaturally smooth gait, searching through the shadows with alien, inhuman eyes. Pravus hoarded power to themselves with every bit of their resources, always striving to create something better. Pokemon, legendaries, morphs, even mutants like Theo. He had never been approached, though he considered himself powerful, his power was not flashy and he tried to keep the specifics low key to stay under the radar. It took imagination to use his power to full effect.
Theo brooded and finished his beer, shoving it onto the bar without a car for the lazy and rude bartender. He passed over money for a second drink, measuring the yearned-for effects of alcohol against the complications of going to the bathroom in his condition and the business yet to come in the night. One more couldn’t hurt.
He caught a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye and turned back to the morph, grinning slightly at the revealed features. He flicked a bit of his own strawberry locks in silent tribute, though his was a natural gift rather than an artificial remnant of her morph.
There was a touch to his mind, something Theo had learned to recognize over the years as psychics had to be heavy handed to even find his mind, a difficulty mostly due to his mutation, though as Theo liked to claim, because he merely thought higher thoughts than the rest of humanity, and the effort of reaching to his unobtainable level confused psychics.
His eyes narrowed at the information passed to his mind. Swiftly, his thoughts went into motion, spinning rapid-fire down the various considerations Tyrus’ words brought with them. What did this mean? Could Tyrus be an honest defector? How could he verify her words?
Theo felt his energy begin to stir and took a deep breath, calming the swirling force to keep it from breaking the tentative psychic link Tyrus had created. This is neither the time nor the place to discuss such matters, he tried to send back over the link with as much clarity as he could muster. Then he allowed his energy to flare, overwhelming the mind-link with static and attracting the attention of every ghost at the party, though only a few had the skills to be able to track the source to Theo.
Theo used his arms to push himself up straighter in his throne. They had been silent for too long. He spoke over his shoulder to Kesh, “Hey, when are we due for tea time on Thursday? I think Miss Winters would get a kick out of this gal.”
Kesh rolled his eyes. More recruiting? In blatant view of Pravus? Theo was rash, though his plans somehow managed to work out, most of the time. “Three PM,” Kesh responded gruffly. He hoped Tyrus was still able to listen to his mind with Theo so close. He thought of an address, loudly, and sent along a time of 3 AM. Theo and he had used this code before; hopefully Tyrus would understand.
Theo motioned to the array of tables set up for people to break from dancing. “Come on, let’s get a little privacy and you can tell me more of how you got those add ons,” he motion took in Tyrus’ tails and whiskers, “I’m curious about the kitty.”
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Post by tyrus on Nov 12, 2013 19:17:59 GMT -5
Tyrus watched Ghost's reaction to her sending the information closely; if he was undercover pravus looking for people that wanted to defect she was going to be in a load of trouble. Her thoughts shot back to Autumn's end for a moment; she could hide there since no one lived there and it was basically a ruin. She nearly dropped her glass when he shot back some information to her in the form of a warning. The clarity of the message was followed by some flak she wasn't expecting; she grunted in acknowledgement and sipped at her drink. Her ears twitched back and forth; some chatter had stopped but after a hesitant few minutes it started to kick back up. Why had it gotten so quiet? Had she accidentally sent that information to the entire room? She doubted it but she couldn't be very certain. She felt something echo over to her mind; it was both a time and an adress. She blinked a few times and slowly started to stand her hands picking up the costume's head. She gingerly held it afraid that she might break the beak again; the damn thing was fragile she had to give it that but hot damn did it feel nice wearing it sometimes. She gazed over to where theo had gestured and nodded her head a little bit. She slowly started to walk over there; after a few minutes she stood by the chair not sure if she should sit or stand.
Fire away ghost, Not much to tell about kitty
she glanced around the area; there were a few people that weren't dancing or drinking in the area. They either were passed out or so hopelessly drunk that they probably weren't going to remember a thing from here. She despised getting that drunk and would avoid doing that sort of thing like the plague. She started to wonder if taking this route was a good idea but the fact she was receiving addresses and times from these two made it feel a little better. She never had been much of a planner though now she figured it was as good as any to start. She could probably fight really well once she trained up a bit too. She leaned against the chair still uncertain if she should sit or not. She liked the fact this party was relaxed enough for something like this to transpire but it still didn't mean she wasn't worried about possible consequences of this.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 422 ֍ NOTES: Tada! ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Theodore "Ghost" Davis on Nov 18, 2013 22:55:25 GMT -5
Where to begin. Theo has a host of questions, as this was one of the rare opportunities he had both the access and the inclination to talk to a seemingly friendly morph. This one could even talk back, and think coherently. Fleas, however, might still be an issue… Theo rolled up to the table, shoving one of the chairs aside and pushing the other one out, slightly further away from him.
“Sit down, you’re making my neck hurt,” Theo commanded with all the regality of the gang leader he was and the king he was masquerading. Being eternally eye level with protruding beer guts, camel toe, and low slung pants, nearly prompted Theo to implement a dress code for the gang. So far, Kesh and Theo’s second had talked him out of it, but any stained underwear or plumber’s crack could be the straw that broke the Camrupt’s back. At least Tyrus was covered in fur… which apparently counted as fur, not unlike some comic book characters Theo enjoyed.
“Well, you can start by telling me a bit about yourself. Yanno, I already got your name, but how about what exactly you are, what do you do, what’s your sign, that kind of thing?” Theo leaned over the table in an interested fashion. Behind him, Kesh gathered the chair Theo had rejected and took a seat a small distance away, subtly watching for eavesdroppers and guarding the conspiring pair against intruders.
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Post by tyrus on Nov 26, 2013 18:08:47 GMT -5
Tyrus blinked a few times before slowly taking a chair across from theo; she sat with her legs crossed and her hands started to fiddle a bit with some of the napkins making them into different shapes after a bit of tinkering. Where to begin really? There was alot of ground she could cover and frankly the morph figured that they wouldn't have enough time to get to everything in a sit down like this. Her eyes roamed over the lucario for a moment before slowly coming over to "Ghost"; she wondered quietly if that was his actual name since he hadn't given her much to roll with in the first place and had acted rather silly about it. She shook her head a little bit and then stopped playing with the napkins after one of them ended up looking like the pokemon oddish. She had seen the cheerful little critter scampering around pravus the last few days and she honestly wondered whom it belonged to; she began with a slow drawling breath that leaked into rich sounding words. Her previous "anubian" accent dropped off the face of the planet quicker than a dodo bird out of breath.
Well since you asked.... My genetic make up matches both weavile and Ninetales along with human; So it places me in multiple groups with pokemon of similar builds and or type. My type is dark but for some reason I'm graced with a control of physic ability that i'm rather afraid of. Currently I'm working to find a proper place in pravus; they've been shouldering me off on several different people to try to find my groove or something and it's really annoying since all I was before this -she'd gesture to her body before continuing- Was a store clerk making less than the other guy. Though for some reason I was also forced from... well gender to gender.
Tyrus stopped and then winced at the last part; she still was very uncomfortable sharing that information and hated it with a passion. It took alot to admit that sort of thing and she wanted to forget that she wasn't exactly batting for that team anymore. Her fake head shifted a little bit on the table and she started to toy with one of the ear pieces that had been acting as her own ears. She had a few questions but they could wait; her next train of thought came to what she'd even do with these... People if they honestly ended up being true to their word.
I'm not sure where to go from there to be frank...
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 445 ֍ NOTES: Sorry about the wait xD; ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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