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Post by Remus Nautilis on Jan 31, 2014 23:20:30 GMT -5
When it came to working late at night, Remus was an expert. He did not drink coffee or even need it to give himself the energy to work throughout the night. All he needed was some self motivation... and maybe a couple sodas to give him a necessary sugar rush. After downing his second sugary drink, Remus crushed the can in his hand and tossed it into the trash. He was going to be running all over the casino and bar district tonight. He was properly dressed for the casino, too, wearing black pants, a white button-up shirt, and a well tailored, black vest.
As he started walking, one of his pokeballs popped open. He knew right away it was his mismagius, Magz, that had come out; she always did that when she wanted to know what was going on. Before she had the chance to question him, Remus quickly answered her, "I'm working late tonight." He glanced over his shoulder at the pokemon floating behind him. She had a look in her eyes that read, "again? Really?"
"I need the money," Remus added in a whisper. Magz yawned loudly and then disappeared back into the pokeball. Remus sighed at that; he was not surprised she was tired, but he was a bit sad that he would have to spend the night alone. Remus quickly brushed it off. He began to jog through the crowd, holding his brown shoulder bag against him firmly, eager to finish his shift as soon as possible. After all, he got paid the same no matter what, just as long as everything made it out before 5 A.M.
He already had memorized the locations. He would start with the largest casino, where he had over twenty letters to delivery personally. Remus remembered faces well and knew he could find them easily. He could see the bright lights of the casino not too far into the distance and it brought a smile to his face.
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Post by Sid Grayson on Feb 3, 2014 17:43:53 GMT -5
“Fuck!”
Anyone wandering into the casino would be greeted to a myriad of loud sounds. The clangs of slot machines going off, people chatting and hanging near the dealing tables and more. Tonight’s spectacle seemed to be someone who was a rare visitor, but his money was welcome nonetheless. Sid barely visited around this district under the belief that he had no need to gamble for money with a secure job and more than enough of the stuff, but tonight seemed different. The large man decided to cut loose for a bit, have a few drinks and maybe find some ass for the night. It’d been far too long since he got to relax, and considering he had a demanding job, finding ways to de-stress without getting a hangover or getting too lazy was interesting.
The male had already had a few drinks and held a slight buzz which made him lose his normal strict attitude. In the districts of lights, tinsel and booze, any uptight man was bound to loosen their collar and have a little fun, even an admin. If Sid’s uproar of a laugh didn’t get people staring along with the fact that he was a literal tank of a man due to the years of military, it was the Pokemon grouping along with him. As Sid continued his betting habits, his torterra, just as large as him, stood by and rolled his eyes. While his trainer was brash and loose when he got near booze, Cadarn was the opposite and stood as guard and support. Seeing as how he was the only one who could handle the man when he was like this, he seemed like the perfect choice.
Anyone else coming in would have now seen a small ruckus starting up due to the presence of the land tortoise pokemon.
“Hey, you can have that big lug out here, he’ll destroy the place!”
Sid rolled his eyes and snorted, as did Cadarn. He patted the pokemon’s shell and crossed his arms toward the perpetrator with a grin. At six foot six, Sid was as tall as they came. He merely stared down at the man, Cadarn snickering a bit behind him. The torterra had planned to tell him off, but it seemed Sid’s bravado would do it for him. It wasn’t like it was a problem; the man was like a brother to him. If he felt like coming to his rescue while he was plastered, who was he to deny it? Besides, he was just acting as guard. Either for anyone that managed to piss off Sid, or if he got too drunk and had to carry him back home.
Not even a few seconds and a few curt words to the torterra later and the man was sent flying across the casino floor. Sid crackled his knuckles and grunted, adjusting his arms and his cape-jacket.
“Anyone else wanna start shit!?”
Cadarn sighed, opening his mouth and idly tugging on Sid’s jacket sleeve.
“You’re incorrigible. Come on, let’s just keep playing before you bash someone else’s skull in.”
Anyone else that managed to somehow miss this spectacle would probably be screwed if they ran into either the massive torterra or human whether they meant it or not.
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Post by Remus Nautilis on Feb 4, 2014 8:08:06 GMT -5
A lanyard was hanging from Remus' neck. It had his license inside it, something that would show the bouncers at the front of the casino that he had a good reason to be there. As he approached them, he lifted his lanyard to flash his ID. They recognized him immediately and let him right on by.
As he walked in, he immediately recognized one of the customers of the casino as one of the men he needed to deliver too. He walked casually up to the older gentlemen, silently slipped a letter into his hand. The old man quickly tucked it into his jacket, not cutting off his conversation with the pretty, young ladies. Remus then silently carried on to find his next customer.
When he neared the gambling counters, Remus caught sight of the massive pokemon standing in the room. It was a bit odd, seeing as pokemon were usually not allowed in the casino, ever. He watched curiously as the scene unraveled. It seemed the owner of the torterra was a giant man, who was probably just as big as said pokemon. He was causing quite an uproar as someone challenged his authority to leave his pokemon out.
Remus scratched his neck nervously, feeling sincerely sorry for anyone who tried to cross this giant. He may have made brash decisions in his life, but he was no fool. The scrawny twenty-one year old carried on, finding patrons and having them their important letters. Some of them he recognized as important, wealthy, powerful men and women, while others he had never seen before. Either way, He did what he did best, he delivered their letters and carried on without a word.
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Post by Sid Grayson on Feb 4, 2014 13:15:57 GMT -5
The spectacle had barely died down some, the small crowd of people leaving once they realized that they wouldn’t be able to deal with the half drunken man. Cadarn sighed in relief a bit before letting go of Sid’s jacket sleeve, letting him sit down and continue destroying his liver. As the blue haired man took another drink, he looked over to the side. During the whole mess, someone had been staring at him a bit more than usual. While the man had a few drinks too many, he could tell if someone was either curious about him or recognized him and just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. Under normal conditions, Sid wouldn’t have bothered, but something, maybe his lack of inhibitions told him to follow. With a grunt, Sid stood up, causing a few of the patrons near him to yelp out in surprise. He waved them off, returning Cadarn into his pokeball.
Sid then grinned, folding his hands into his pockets and going down the same path the other person had taken. Now, a man as large as Sid wasn’t easy to hide, so when someone had him on his trail, he was incredibly easy to spot. Whether or not the guy looked behind if he was going about his business, he’d see the male casually walking behind him at least a few people behind among the hustle and bustle of the place. He really didn’t care if he was noticed or not, he was acting out of curiosity. What was someone like him doing in a place like this? While this district was for anyone that felt like losing their money to a slot machine or the nearest prostitute, someone who either wasn’t seedy or possibly just barhopping wouldn’t be here. As Sid followed, he didn’t see him aiming for any slot machines either.
Now, Sid was a bit off in his judgment after the last few drinks, so maybe the concept of deliveries this late didn’t factor in his mind completely. All he knew was that he was up to something and wanted to find out, be it good or bad. He cracked his knuckles and his neck and resumed following, a hand on his chin with a light hum that sounded a bit too cheery for a man of his stature.
“Now, let’s see what the plan for tonight is…” he muttered to himself. If something did happen, then he was going to have a heck of a lot more fun than he was expecting. Besides, he had enough drinks.
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
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OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Feb 8, 2014 1:06:12 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
"Leave him alone." The curt, blunt voice of Lysse came from behind the muscular male. "You should leave your Pokemon out of here, too, if you know what's good for you." The zorua wasn't in her form as a Pokemon, rather she was appearing as a normal human with a poor attire and long black hair.
She didn't like fights, and she was actually afraid of pain, but she definitely didn't want this bully to beat someone up. If it was to save someone, she could handle a few scratches. But what if it was more than a few scratches that scathed her? Well, that was a possibility she tended to ignore.
As an anti-pravus member, she had yet to know about Sid's identity within the group. Something made her nervous around him, be it his manly physique or the fact he was half drunk or else. She genuinely felt a dislike for him already. A tall bodybuilder that gets drunk and aggressive is kind of unattractive, at least to the zorua it was.
It was hard to explain; it was as if she could tell something was a bit off. Well, something was a bit off if they had to drink alcohol to solve their problems. Lysse didn't know what effects the drink had on people, but she was about to find out the hard way.
Most likely with a pummeling to the face.
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Post by Remus Nautilis on Feb 8, 2014 9:19:51 GMT -5
As a beautiful waitress passed by carrying a plate of little appetizers, Remus quickly snatched one and popped it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly, a bit surprised to find it was... salmon? He had not had it in so long, he was surprised he even remembered what salmon tasted like. He swallowed it and it left behind a strange feeling in his throat. It reminded him of home and his mother's favorite food.
For a moment, Remus was too busy rummaging through his shoulder bag, looking for the next letter he needed to deliver, and almost did not realize he was being followed. However, after he found said letter, it was pretty obvious that the massive man was following closely behind him. Remus figured it was possible that he stuck out. He was dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black vest; so, he definitely looked good. Then again, being that he was delivering letters, maybe that just made him stick out.
He carefully tucked the letter he was digging for back into his shoulder bag and turned his attention to the massive man following him. He managed to calm down pretty quickly and look rather fearless... poker face, right?
Before Remus could say a word, someone beat him to it. A feminine voice called out from the other side of the man. Remus did not have to guess that she was talking to this particular man. Remus' face sunk and he mentally muttered to himself, "oh boy..."
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Post by Sid Grayson on Feb 8, 2014 16:31:35 GMT -5
Well, this was getting interesting.
Sid figured he was going to get some sort of flak if someone realized he was following the mysterious person. As he weaved through the small crowd, some people parting for the large man, someone else had interrupted him. A young lady stood directly in his way, and she did not look too happy. In his normal state, Sid would have just politely ignored her and continued going. Instead, the large male rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t looking for a fight unless it came to him, but in his buzzed state, he was a heck of a lot more willing to start shit if it came to it. Of course, when he took a better look at the girl, he noticed the poor clothing she was wearing. How the heck did a hobo get into the casino?
No matter, it wasn’t his business. However, this lady seemed to be intruding on his. Maybe she was a friend of his? As he glanced over to the bag toting young man, then back, he scowled a bit. The idea of them being co-workers or at the very least, acquaintances did factor in his mind, but for now, he’d ignore it.
“Oh? I don’t think you’re in much of a position to be speaking like that. I’m honestly not looking for a fight, just wanna walk and find something out is all.” He grinned, attempting to pat the woman on her shoulder gently. He then turned his direction over to the boy and gave a wide grin that spoke volumes of ‘Don’t even try to hide’. Not even breaking eye contact to keep an eye on his target, his grin changed into a curious smile.
“Though I have to wonder, what’s someone looking like you doing in a place like this? Didn’t think they allowed hobos in.”
It was a bit of a snide joke considering his current state of mind. Normally, Sid was a bit more professional and was above stupid jokes, but tonight was a time to relax. While she did look rather attractive when he ignored the clothing, she was becoming a bit annoying. He remembered the mention of his pokemon and chuckled a bit. Not like he was going to need them unless they wanted to help him.
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
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OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Feb 8, 2014 17:51:08 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
She cringed as he spoke to her, examining the man thoroughly before giving him a nasty, spiteful stare. She didn't like how people parted for this man, just letting him go like they were too scared to act to what they felt. Or did they think this behavior was acceptable? What was up with the people in this town? After being beat up on the streets over stealing food, all the illusionist wanted was a peaceful evening.
She actually had no acquaintance with the person she was 'standing up for,' and her act was simply one out of kindness. She didn't like people getting pushed around like that, and someone like Remus probably couldn't stand up to such a massive man as Sid.
Lysse, with a glint of determination in her eyes, stood up to Sid's words. This guy sure was full of himself, huh? She didn't like pompous assholes that acted like this. He was older than her, and he should know, in turn, how to behave like a normal human being.
"I say what I want and go where I want. I don't go by how people like you categorize women." She said with vigor in her voice, whipping her head around to sink her crooked fangs into Sid's hands. Lysse honestly felt like he deserved the nip, even if it wasn't in a vital spot. She would have liked the wrist much better as a payback, but she aimed to get him square in the knuckles.
It was all an act. No one in their right mind would have done that. He wasn't a gentle giant, by the looks of it, and she was just asking for more trouble. Lysse wanted to be brave like that, one day, but she wasn't. She never would be able to do that kind of thing with no regrets.
She was scared. The fox trembled, pulling back with a grim look on her face. "One, I don't like it when people touch me. Two, I'm not a hobo." Between her legs, a small, shaky tail fluttered out, as she began to get incredibly nervous.
When she was scared like this, she couldn't really control her illusion as well. Lysse got scared, and thus her mind focused on her emotions, not on her well being. She knew she screwed up when she did that, but she refused to apologize to a drunken oaf like this guy. Not when she carried out an act of bravery like that.
She was scared, but she was proud of herself. What a predicament to be in.
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Post by Remus Nautilis on Feb 9, 2014 18:38:08 GMT -5
When Remus caught sight of the woman who had intervened, he was genuinely surprised. She was fairly young, which was surprising enough; but, she also appeared as though she did not belong. She was not dressed for the casino in the slightest; in fact, she looked homeless. She really did.
Remus watched as the larger man laid his hand on her shoulder. He visibly cringed, mostly in shock, as the younger woman flat out bit his hand.
The thought did cross his mind, "how did she get in here?" After all, none of the bouncers would even consider letting someone like that inside. Assuming the possibility that she pummeled her way through, they would also call in backup to stop her... assuming she was strong enough to take on a bunch of 200 pound bouncers.
It was round that moment that he noticed it; something popped out from beneath the woman. "A tail...?" he mentally pondered. Was she a pokemorph?
Security began to gather around at that point. Men wearing security guard uniforms, carrying guns, pepper spray, and batons on their belts, began to surround them. Even the crowd was surrounding at this point, watching in almost complete silence. There were mutters and whispers, but still the sounds of people gambling, too far away to see the sight unfolding. Remus could not help but feel incredibly nervous, wondering how he ended up in this position to begin with.
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Post by Sid Grayson on Feb 10, 2014 16:49:48 GMT -5
Sid had to admit, this woman had quite the backbone.
Compared to anyone else, even the person he was going after, she was the only one who didn’t bother to bend to him from just his appearance. For someone who seemed to look like she was from the slums, he admired that. He returned the spiteful look with a simple grin, keeping his hand on her shoulder gently before chuckling a bit too loudly. He didn’t consider this a joke, he was more or less laughing at the fact it took someone in poor garbs to stand up to him than an entire establishment. He didn’t exactly flaunt around that he was a Pravus Admin, the only head admin at that, but it was fun to see them squirm.
Before Sid could attempt to make a reply, the woman did something unexpected; she bit his hand. Sid grunted, his grip tensing slightly as her teeth attempted to dig into his rough skin. She only did it for a few moments, but it reinforced the fact that this woman was very feisty. He kind of liked that in a gal. He pulled his hand back with a chuckle, waving it about as if he was actually in pain. In reality, it barely hurt. But it at least proved she had some resolve.
“I gotta admit, you’re either putting up an amazing front, or you’ve got some backbone, girl. And if you’re not a hobo…” he let the sentence hang, putting a hand in his pocket, waiting for a reply.
It seemed Sid got his answer, even if she didn’t have to speak.
As she shifted back, something popped from behind her. A full fledged tail swished about in the open behind her, Sid spying the furry appendage for a brief moment. A Pokemorph? He didn’t recognize the tail, so the exact species was beyond him. The fact that he hadn’t noticed the tail in the first place was beyond him. He’d chalk it up to the alcohol. Regardless, if she was a pokemorph, it meant this woman was basically talking back to one of her superiors while off hours. Then again, he didn’t blab too much about his work life so it was possible she didn’t know him.
It didn’t matter anyways as the guards and security were beginning to circle in on the three of them. Sid merely sighed and waved them off. “No need to worry folks, just a little conversation going on here between acquaintances!” he chuckled in some attempt to laugh off the situation at hand. “If there’s any problem with that, I’m sure I can solve it.”
At this point, he was trying to calm down the crowd without making too much of a fuss.
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