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Post by tyrus on Nov 19, 2013 0:47:49 GMT -5
Foxy let out a small grunt and lifted some of the groceries she was carrying with a bit of a mental touch; it was getting easier and easier every day to use it and she didn't see any reason to practice even with the menial things. She glanced to the side as she heard the door to the small shop she was in open; a small group of men all with pissed off looking faces came in. They looked like thugs and foxy didn't want anything to do with them even if they did decide to direct any interaction with her. The pokemorph walked slowly towards the exit her bill paid and her heart set to get back to "home". She growled in anger when one of the men put their filthy hand on her shoulder and man was it dirty. She could smell the alcohol on all three of their breaths; it wasn't a pleasant sensation to feel like you were infected by this sort of dirty feeling. She felt her fur bristle and her hackles raise; she didn't like being stared at or touched unnecessarily either. Her eyes locked coldly onto the "leader" of the trio who smiled arrogantly. His grammer was beyond terrible but foxy was able to figure out what he said in two or three heartbeats. The other two followed with similarly stupid lines.
You going share with the rest of us then?
It'd be a shame if something happened...
Yeah where's our cut?
Foxy felt a snort emerge out of her mouth and in one fluid motion grabbed the man's hand... Before throwing him into the other two; of course this caused some alarm in the store from some of the patrons who looked rather surprised at such an action. The pokemorph snarled in anger and stalked out her hackles raised in fury (the groceries floating behind her almost a good four feet off the floor). She grabbed the two knuckleheads and clonked their heads together before letting them drop onto the floor; humans were something else weren't they? Specially thugs like this... She felt her anger rise a bit when the "leader of the three stood up a small knife in his hand. The morph didn't let him get it flipped out before kicking him straight in his face; the man fell over clutching his nose letting out an angry cry. She didn't let him get up before stomping on his chest not once but twice; she hated ignorance like this.... She felt just an overwhelming desire to inflict pain on these three. Some of the people around stared at the morph before she stopped and spat on the leader before pointing at him. Her mind burned with mental pictures of what she could do to him and she made sure to share; most of them were quite grotesque.
If I ever see you again I'll make sure that all of them come true.
With a little mental thwack on each of their heads the pokemorph stormed off the groceries floating behind her as though obedient dogs. It was a half hour of the morph storming off before her jets finnally cooled off. Some of the people avoided her completely by running to the opposite side of the street while others gave the obviously angry creature a wide berth. The morph stopped in her tracks when she saw a bunch of people (somewhat like the thugs from earlier save better dressed...) surrounding what looked to be a rioulu. The poor thing had his back to a corner and she could smell the anger flowing from the men around it; she could smell the fear from where she was. Her hackles started to raise again and she gently reached out to pluck both name and gender from the pokemon before approaching. He had a strange name yes and... Something else was about this one. She cracked her knuckles loud enough for a few of the men to turn save the middle one who was glaring at JT. Putting on her best poker face she asked simply; the words carrying with both power and purpose towards the thirteen arranged in front of her.
What has my Dear JT done this time?
Foxy brushed past the thugs like they were nothing her mental power forcing a few of them to take a step back from her; she hated the fact that they held themselves so high above others but only had power because of numbers. If the pokemorph wanted she could probably break each one of them... But she figured the less she did the better at this case. She forced the leader back a pair of steps with a simple push before dusting off her shoulder from earlier. She stooped down to pick up JT and in the process brushed her mind with his again. The morph made sure to make it look like she was giving the pokemon a gentle hug as the information trade off she was doing was simple; elegant and it was best left that way. Her link was brief and she hoped that he wouldn't act too surprised...
My name is Tyrus, I'm a friend; I can get you out of this but you need to play along okay?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 901 ֍ NOTES: so many posts lol ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Sinn on Nov 19, 2013 1:47:44 GMT -5
This again? JT was certain he made away with their loose jewelry cleanly for sure, but when one grabbed him by the arm as tossed him into a wall, the young Riolu all but cried out, causing the thugs to take notice and corner him. He could feel his tail be pressed against his back, and his back being pressed against a wall. He was cornered and these men made it impossible to go anywhere.
A crash was heard from inside the store, which cause a few of the thugs to look away long enough for JT to make a break for it, but no avail. The thug caught him by the scruff in his neck, laughing as he spoke:
"Seems like out little puppy friend wants to play chase! Sorry pup, you need to be taught a lesson."
He spoke while cracking his knuckles, JT kicked in the air as he was tossed back into the wall, causing him to give a small grunt as the young Riolu could do nothing but turn his head and hope for the best. But just as they started to beat him, a voice rang out, a somewhat familiar one, or so he thought.
JT peeked out from under his paws and smiled brightly, thinking it was Ami as he felt like a...nudge almost, like he was being prompted. He subconsciously reached out for this stranger to pick him up, she somehow knew his name and took interest, so she had to be a friend, and at this point; JT didn't have much of a choice.
A voice in his head told him this lady's name and to play along, but how far JT didn't know, so he said the first thing that came to his mind;
"Ty-ty! These men were being mean to me!"
JT tucked his muzzle into her, trying act as if he knew her for a while as the thugs crossed their arms;
"You expect us to believe that? So tell us about your little boy, then!"
JT looked to Tyrus with a bit of a concerned look, his eyes following her head as he was certain she was scanning his mind, he gave all the info he could, and upon peering at Tyrus, a random thought spoke out about her Gender, which might confuse the thought on which JT was. His name should give it away, but if she was listing off everything off, it might tops confusion. He face palmed at his own ignorance as he hoped she'd make the best of it. It was up to her now, after all.
Wait, no. Male! I'm a boy! Ugh, I need a snack.
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tyrus
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Post by tyrus on Dec 7, 2013 3:28:26 GMT -5
Foxy let out a marvelous growl; it rolled off of her lips and emanated from the base of her throat making it sound much much deeper than it actually was. Her hackles raised a bit and she felt her anger just spike when the human dared to question her intent; bloody thoughts started to race through her mind and she almost forgot herself for a moment. The morph took an angry step towards the human her whiskers flaring painfully bright to anyone that was looking directly at her; most of the the thugs were since she was pretty much the focus of the attention at the moment. She gently scratched behind JT's ears and shook her head a little bit clearing away both bloodlust and anger. She had to learn how to control herself better... If she didn't she'd end up back in that place with a million people over her questioning her and prodding her.... The morph sneered a bit and she deposited the bags at the men's feet. Her voice was filled with venom and the morphs fangs became quite clear; they were no where as sharp as her claws which flexed a bit and made the bags jiggle in front of the thugs.
How bout you take the bags and make like a tree before I have to decorate the entire street with your entrails?
The morph's blood red eyes narrowed a bit and the energy that was flowing off of her whiskers started to pulse with an angry energy. The crackling wasn't exactly quiet either and would more or less scare anyone not ready for such a thing. Small whispers started to prick at ears; whispers of both horrible things... And pleasant things. The only one in range not hearing the whispers other than Foxy was JT. They were bloodcurdling, bloodroiling and just gennerally unpleasant. Foxy had taken very large steps in making herself strong enough to scare of levels of stupid that these thugs seemed to carry in bunches. If anyone of them tried something stupid she'd keep true to her word.... She directed a small trail of thought towards JT.
If they try anything stupid I'll toss you into the air, you'll land on the roof and get a nice view of some violence.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 390 ֍ NOTES: Headache ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Sinn on Dec 16, 2013 1:44:28 GMT -5
The price of violence was...surprise, more violence.
JT sighed as he watched the men argue to the...being, that just took down some of them rather easily. He knew he wasn't in danger, but he couldn't help feel a bit scared from the unknowns. After all there were alot of them. He nodded as she sent that train of thought, giving a pretty clear picture from her words as he gulped with a heavy thud. Showing a clear line of fear as he tucked himself closer to the Morph. She was the closest thing he had to cover here, and he wasn't going to risk anything, well, anything more.
"Come on, Ty. Please don't hurt these men. They didn't do anything wrong...well, they did, but it isn't worth it?"
The men scoffed at the morph's threat, so she could growl and she knew words? Some of these men had Pokemon that were much worse;
"Please, calm down kitty. Why don't you come a long with us, I'm sure a morph with your...form would fetch a decent price to someone."
One of the other men protested; "You know how Pravus feels about Trafficking, especially those rings. That's a death sentence."
The man waved it off, "I've seen a few Morphs there, ones that were caught. They go for millions, Brian, Millions."
'Brian' backed off; "Naw man, you're on your own for this then." He looked a Tyrus, "Sorry for the trouble, miss." and with that he turned heel with two other men, leaving two standing against Tyrus.
"Come on, kitty. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
The last two prepared to fight, as foolish as it was, Morphs were biological weapons. And could easily kill most humans fairly easily. But this one was determined to show that he could fight her off, and thought trafficking was a good idea, however, as much as he thought it was, this wouldn't end well regardless.
JT couldn't help but stay hidden, getting ready to flee as he watched the men make movements toward the Morph, unsure if he was going to strike her or not, or if she was going to 'decorate the street' and JT was trying to keep everyone alive. He was unsure how his new mind would take the viewing of people getting tore apart. And he wasn't willing to find out anytime soon.
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