tyrus
PRAVUS
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OOC Name:: Tyrus
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Post by tyrus on Dec 23, 2013 2:49:03 GMT -5
Tyrus rubbed her eyes a bit and shifted her sunglasses to let her look through them better; her tails swished behind her and the few people that were on the beach weren't paying her much attention. The morph had for the last few months been rather stressed out from dealing with so many different people that she wasn't properly equipped to handle. She felt carlo move underneath her and turn his head back to look up at her; the Tyrantrum was strong and healthy as well as being perfect for sitting on for long walks if the morph didn't want to walk. He had no issue when going for a while as far as that was concerned either; if one could get over his constant yelling. He tilted his head and tyrus shook hers before simply gesturing at the beach; he gave her the only grin that he ever could.. A toothy one. Carlo loped towards where the beach was turning his head to and fro; the creature hadn't ever been to a beach and Tyrus could understand why. He had been cooped up in a lab for most of his life before he evolved; now that he was this size Pravus had handed him off to a caretaker of sorts. Though he was as much as a watcher over her as she was of him; if The morph had another episode he was highly resilient to her abilities much like the stones that were implemented before. The morph yawned a bit and felt herself lean forward to give his head a good scritch; the Tyrantrum shivered a bit before stopping about halfway to the water line. Neither jazz or Salisbury had come with them so it was a good bonding time for the two that would no doubt be stuck with one another for a while. Now that there was an option for it Carlo spoke; though one must remember that Carlo didn't just speak he yelled and it was always at the top of his voice.
TYRUS IS THIS A GOOD SPOT?
The morph winced from the sudden break in the quiet and some of the closer people shifted uneasily before the Tyrus gave an rather amused wave to the few people that did look at her and her... Steed? She wasn't sure what he'd be considered to some at this point. The morph patted Carlo's head before sliding off of the Tyrantrum and climbing down his side; a fall like that wouldn't hurt Tyrus especially on sand but she didn't feel like exerting herself much today since it was her day off. She wiggled her nose a bit and glanced up at the pokemon who was now pushing his head into the sand in a very ostrich like fashion for a few moments. Tyrus couldn't help but suppress a giggle and brushed her hand along his side before nodding; her voice was light and a few breaks here and there could be heard. As of late she was having issues talking now; it was like her body was forcing her to pick how to interact with people and she wasn't about to give up speaking unless it forced her.
Yes this is.... G-good Carlo. Thou-Though Try to keep it down okay?
The Tyrantrum shifted visibly before huffing in irritation; the large Pokemon couldn't be quiet when he spoke so asking him to do so was basically in the nicest way possible asking him not to talk. The morph smiled a bit when he pulled his head out of the sand and then sat down to start playing with it the best way he could; his fore arms weren't the most agile so he had to either use his long tail or mouth.... So he used a mix of both. The Morph started to walk closer to the water her hackles raising a bit when some of it splashed on her feet when she got close. She jumped back just a little bit and she could hear someone chuckle nearby. The morph glanced around a bit and then sighed softly before letting the water slide over her feet again [this time without the jump]. She hadn't learned how to swim back when she was a child; there wasn't room for it where she had been living sadly and then the sudden move hadn't helped the stability. Though it was nice to come to the beach just to chill around. She waded out to waist high water and felt her tails immediately sink; she frowned a little bit and glanced back at them. They were strong so she wasn't going to have a problem lifting them but learning how to swim with all that extra weight might be a bit of a problem. She stretched a bit and sighed softly as she felt the water go up to her belly button making her squeak a little bit. She wasn't going to ever get used to this but it did feel nice on the skin....
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 843 ֍ NOTES: Sand castles ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy on Dec 25, 2013 4:02:45 GMT -5
She was not made for sandals. While they, and their cousin the flip-flop, had once been her favorite fashion of shoes. The sniper was known for owing well over a dozen pairs of each; her clothes had been allocated to a single rack within what had once been her apartment. Now, with little need for them, they had been donated to various friends and family members.
The hot sand left no feeling between her toes; most of them were made of twisted and twirled metal. Long pieces of metal, sanded down to make them harmless, wrapped In and out of her feet like odd ornaments. No gore accompanied them. It did not hurt Jacqueline in the least; these appendages lacked a large amount of nerves. While they sometimes made her teeter from side to side, prone to falling over, and weak—her limbs were also extremely durable. The Pokemorph, lifting her feet at regular intervals, headed toward the water. It was time for the monthly trip for the special Pravus members. These were the ones left damaged beyond repair: paralyzed, dying, handicapped, mistakes, and the mentally handicapped. In truth, while she looked a bit strange, Jacqueline was not quite any of those things.
She just had a difficult time, being unable to communicate with anything but a radio and left unable to hold a pencil, Jackie had a hard time getting that point across. It was for that reason, as she was unleashed upon the Fantasma beach, that she was far from alone. Upon her shoulder,whining and scolding as always, rested an Emolga. Its little ivory paws were wrapped tightly in darker-colored hair. Beady eyes, just above a wrinkled nose, surveyed the area. “These people need to dress—they make swimsuits that cover them! It is not as if we’re in a pornography!” While the conservative squirrel flushed and closed her eyes; Jacqueline developed an intense interest in those around her. Much of her attention lingered on the shirtless men; quite a few women, especially those who were curvy, also caught her gaze.
Following her eyes, and assuming the wrong thing. The smile, and the tiny waves from the flirtatious woman, did not clue her in. For the most part, Jacqueline was innocent and quick in her appraisals. She wanted to make friends too. A shrill voice emerged and hurt her ears.“Oh! I know—that woman is dressed like a harlot!” The black-haired woman just frowned at the squirrel and shook her head. That little striped bikini,, if her caretaker had not bought her a scuba diving suit, would be what she wore right now. ”Up…up..here…up…tight…” The radio crackled and buzzed at her side. The Pokemorph had always enjoyed wearing cute things. She liked flashing skin—just because she was comfortable in her own skin. With Evangeline around, being evangelical, it would never happen.
Their path carried them down the docks and toward the beach. Her lips were pulled up in a smile. She heard shouting; it seemed to be the deep-voice of a male. Her eyes swiveled toward the beach where the dinosaur sat with its trainer. This seems interesting, she doubted that her nursemaid would let her go speak with any of the handsome men littering the beach. The Pokemorph was interesting—it likely shared a kinship with her. It looked like a mistake as well. Turning on a dime, head twisting in an owl-like manner, the Chandelure Pokemorph’s body soon followed.
Across the sand, like an odd crab, she stumbled. She took a few steps into the water. Her feet sank into the silt up to nearly her ankles. The dark-haired woman opened her mouth to speak with with Tyrus. It was the radio that replied: “H-h-hello---WELCOME TO UNCLE ANDY’S CAR SALESMAN! “ She frowned. The radio shook. Jackie turned slowly to look at it. She clumsily gave it a few more jerks.
Like a bar of soap, with a clatter, the radio fell toward the water. Jacqueline gave another clumsy wave. Her golden eyes just watched as the electrical device plummeted. It was as if, played in slow motion, her mind was purposely slowed.
"Jacqueline Kennedy! Leave this thing alone! Why must you always drop things!" The Emolga yelled angrily as her mistress waited to lose her only means of communication.
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tyrus
PRAVUS
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OOC Name:: Tyrus
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Post by tyrus on Jan 5, 2014 5:07:13 GMT -5
What....
Someone approached, she could feel the hair standing up on her back and the ping of her physic ability. The latter happened just a moment before what appeared to be a very old radio commercial; she blinked a few times and turned about her milky blue eyes coming up a strange body. No stranger than hers if she thought about it; the bits of skin she saw were very pale and there were bulges here and there. She felt the same twitch as when she was dealing with other morphs from pravus; the eyes they all shared the same pain.... The morph wanted to talk and wanted to say something but it was carlo who did promptly making his trainer almost fall over. He was always loud but there was certain times that she just was unprepared for it; one of these times happened to be right now when her concentration was elsewhere.
HELLO; WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
Tyrus blinked when the radio fell into the water; instead of letting it disappear she quickly reached out... But instead of reaching out physically she reached out psychically; she hadn't meant to do that but the results were the same. The radio slowly lifted out of the water; blue tinted power crackled along the radio and the morph's whiskers. Though the latter was simply followed by a little smile; the best she could manage was a lopsided grin. She slowly stood up and waited for the other morph to take the radio back; why hadn't she said anything? Maybe she was developing speech problems like Tyrus had; or she just could speak.... The morph pursed her lips a little bit and gently reached out sending a small bit of information to the morph. She knew this probably wasn't the strangest thing to happen but a greeting was still in order.
Sorry about him, he's loud all the time. The name's Tyrus, What's yours?
She left the link open for a response; she didn't want to leave it open too long else strangeness would occur. That and she would get more tired as time passed; maybe she'd even pass out? She hadn't tested it yet and she really didn't want to try; the Tyrantrum sat his head on-top of Tyrus's and sniffed. He would of succeeded at being cute if he was bite sized but the overly large pokemon was anything but; though the gesture itself was nice. A brief moment passed and Carlo introduced himself as though he had forgotten something.
MY NAME'S CARLO.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 442 ֍ NOTES: ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy on Jan 10, 2014 6:06:41 GMT -5
It did not hurt. Her skin was nearly free of pain; the woman lost limbs as easily as a chandelier lost its bolts. The little things quickly rejoined with the oddest of motions. In truth, if her mind had been entirely present, Jacqueline might have preferred the pain. The lack of nerves would have made her feel unnerved and inhuman. The source of the ache, beneath her skin, went far deeper than skin of wax. The flirty woman could not communicate. The procedure had not taken away her urge to socialize. It had just taken away the ability—for the most part.
Staring up at the Tyrantum, head lilting at an odd angle, Jacqueline did not seem overly perturbed. The shouting did not harm her ears. They were human; it reminded her of an older woman she knew, a grandmother, who shouted for everything. The dinosaur, with a toothy smile and arms smaller than her own, was a Few things frightened her anymore; if they did, or took quite some time to register such, it was hard to see on her somewhat stiff features. Her lips pulled up in the tiniest of smiles. It was crooked. It set the odd thread-like growths from her mouth twitching and pulling. Before she could say a single word, or buzz one, the squirrel leapt into action. “Be quiet you silly thing! This isn’t a shouting match! It’s a beach—we’re right here. You’re frightening Jacqueline! She’s shaking!” The Chandelure Pokemorph was shaking—her head in denial of everything the rodent said. The gesture, done with her odd muscles, seemed disjointed and strange. In truth, being a lot smaller than her trainer, something like Carlos was terrifying. Evangeline appreciated silence.
“J—J---acki---E-Stores are---.“ The radio began to spit and fizz.. By the time her ghostly limbs had moved, bending over, the easily found strap had vanished from view. When it was pulled back up, sparks licking dangerously at pale fingers, the ghost-type Pokemorph gave a slow blink. The water swallowed up the little thing; it drifted the short distance toward the sandy bottom. Her lips pulled down in a frown. Was it water-proof? It didn’t seem good.
When it began to float, hovering above the gentle waves, it took a few moments to reach out for it. Jacqueline closed her pale fingers around it. Dark nails clapped quietly together around its other side. Just once, letting her head drop, the ghost gave a thankful nod. When she tried to vocalize her thanks, the radio just gave a few wet hiccups. It would either dry out or be replaced. Ebony eyes turning angrily on the fox the squirrel decided it might be her fault. “You frightened her and my poor Jackie-poo dropped her rady-wady.” The glowing eyes flashed an irritated purple; the Pokemorph narrowed her gaze at the bothersome squirrel.
When the psychic communication happened, feeling a bit odd, the noise was muted. Jacqueline shook her head. Fingers clumsily tried to sign. The black-and-white rodent easily detected the communication. Her little black nose gave an irritated shift. “Ugh. That telepathy is--ugh! –“ The ghost-type Pokemorph clumsily pulled an I.D. card from her pocket. She offered it to Tyrus.
Voice shrill, annoying, and far too loud for privacy, Evangeline snapped irritably at the ‘cute’ dinosaur. “You stop that this instant, Carl! There’s no reason to screech like a banshee!” Paws tightened in stringy hair. Sparks flared angrily along ivory fur. Stubby feet stomped on a somewhat bony shoulder. Taking a deep breath, shoving aside her ringing ears, the Emolga just sighed. “Please.” Jacqueline found herself attempting to laugh. Her mouth moved in and out like that of a half-dead fish. Jerky and spasmodic, the woman pointed toward the irritable squirrel.
It looked like Evangeline had lived in a live socket.
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