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Post by tyrus on Feb 10, 2014 2:38:43 GMT -5
...And In the back is a small grove of trees. No Pool is currently installed but one will be constructed soon! Garages come with Renting two rooms or more!
Tyrus furrowed her brow and looked up at a rustic looking entry gate; in green letters across either side spelled out "Green Gates" and the middle locking portion was a Ampersand. Tyrus raised her brows and shook her head a little bit before buzzing to be let in; the closed off apartment complex was three buildings large, there was minimal surveillance but rarely did anyone bother most of the residences here due to most of them being ex military or retired police officers. The morph gave a curt nod to someone walking out who paused at her outlandish appearance. She had forgone wearing the loincloth and her normal T shirt by themselves; She had adopted something a little more her style and was glad for the change in clothing. Carlo had told her that she shouldn't have to worry about clothing since she had fur from head to toe but the morph felt like she should wear at least ONE thing of clothing covering up most of her body. She absent-mindedly tugged at the shorts and checked her time piece before striding forward her eyes set upon the office. Earlier this week she had some furniture moved in before she did so that she didn't have to worry about moving the stuff herself. There wasn't much to be honest, a king sized bed, a couch and then her clothing. She never did consider kitchen ware to be something major; though she didn't really have to worry about watching it once her pokemon moved in... Save carlos said he wanted to stay at pravus for the time being; he really did enjoy it there and she couldn't blame him considering how long it had been his home.
The morph passed by a elderly couple who simply smiled and gave the morph a gentle wave; Tyrus gave a short wave to what would probably be her local gossip neighbors considering how they seemed to be talking with another pair of slightly younger elders. It was amusing really but the morph didn't pause until she got to the front desk of the Office that she was required to come to for both key and contract. The man sitting a the desk didn't really look at tyrus until he was handing her a pen; he visably flinched and sighed a little bit. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and gulped before speaking; he stuttered a little bit as well considering some morphs had a very nasty habit of being... Unsociable in the worst ways.
We're not going to have any problems of Pravus show up are we?
Tyrus paused for a moment and shook her head before signing the paper required to live her; the man quickly made a copy and handed her both key and original. It was strange that he didn't even ask her name; though the less he knew the better anyways. She started to turn on her heel when the man spoke up the stutter still there; he was nervous she could tell by the worrying surface thoughts he emited. The morph slipped the key in one of her pockets and the contract into her middle tail before putting her hands on her hips. Her brow raised in mild confusion at his statement and then she let out a small huff before brushing her mind briefly against his
We also have to know how many pokemon you have, you don't have to register them to the apartment complext but you do have to let us know that you have them.
Technically Five.
Uh.. O-okay
The morph finished turning about and walked out of the office; she took a moment before looking at her key number. 313, not exactly the best floor or end number but who was she honestly going to argue with? The morph considered making herself float up to her padeo but then she noted that even if she did she didn't have any downstairs or across the hall neighbors. All five other apartments were empty by the looks of them as she passed by. Some places like this were empty for a reason; probrably considering that some of them were just getting cleaned out or something. The morph sighed and trecked up three flights of stairs before going to her door. The last three hung on a single screw making it upside down while the one was completely gone and only it's shadow from the light marking where it should be. The morph rolled her eyes and opened the door before glancing about. She noted that her couch was set up in the living room against the wall properly and most of the boxes were neatly off in the entry closet. She briefly checked over her furniture and kitchen before turning her attention to her room. She sighed a little bit when she entered and shook her head when the bed was put together wrong. She then went to her closet and looked through it quickly finding that one of her outfits was missing....
Only to be replace with what looked like a very... Feminine dress.
The morph stared at the dress for a few moments before blushing and putting the damn thing away; the way it flowed reminded her a little too much of Nuru. She hadn't seen him in ages and she wondered if she would again; he had left a very big mental foot print in her head. She was still dealing with strong split personalities but had eventually managed to be in control again....
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 956 ֍ NOTES: I thought the dress would be funny XD ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on Feb 10, 2014 21:14:29 GMT -5
Stupid feds...
For the cloned Gardevoir, the last few months hadn't really been kind to his well-being. Sure, it started off well enough: after all, what more could a sadist want, than a defenseless mind to mold into whatever shape he wanted? Oh, how nice it would have been, to teach that Foxy how he operated. With a second hand, he could both draw attention away from himself and spread his power in the slums! But, alas, it seemed that those days were to be out of reach for now...
Why? Well, suddenly, the police were starting to give a damn about the slums! Sure, he had his scrapes with the cops before, but one detective was getting a little too close for comfort. On top of that, this 'Sarah' wasn't a push-over or someone he could cleanly kill without a plan, proven by the failure of his first assault. He knew that they would be looking in the slums, and that every Gardevoir they found would be put under suspicion. Right now, Nuru couldn't afford that.
This was why the psychic was now 'hiding in plain sight', a perfectly presentable Pokemon taking a walk, through broad daylight, in the family district. His attempt to hide was simply to not hide, and not look like a creep hiding in the shadows. He had been trying a few paths, but finally settled on a brisk pace through a park in the family center: a park that was located directly across from the Green Gates apartment complex. But, even if his plan made sense, there was some risk involved: a risk he was well-planned to deal with.
Sarah Glass had psychic potential. Nuru was a powerful enough psychic to sense other figures, and those 'psychics' had a different feel to them. Having seen Sarah in person, if she was close enough to be sensed, Nuru would simply vanish to another part of the city (perhaps he would slip into the shadows and simply teleport away). For a while, this seemed to work, but this peaceful tone was starting to make Nuru incredibly bored!
Tch! If only I could... hello?
On his walk as usual, as Nuru passed in front of the apartment gates, the psychic gave a brief pause, glancing towards the third floor of the building. A small grin grew on his face: he knew this 'taste', this feel of psychic energy. It was something that he had molded himself, after all, and perhaps the only shining light in all of this. For the next few moments, he kept his pace, turning a corner out into the alley, before vanishing from sight.
Intentionally, the psychic muted his presence. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had landed 'on target', standing in the living room of a simple three room apartment, the small ruffling sound of a figure sorting through clothes clearly audible in the next room. A small 'check' with his mind confirmed Tyrus' signal. It seemed 'bluer' than he was used to, but it had been a couple of months.
Ah well.
It wasn't as if Nuru couldn't work with it, anyway: he had hard-wired her mind to respond to her in a certain way. Carefully slipping into the next room, staying out of the psychic's line of sight, the Gardevoir looked at the girl checking over clothes... ugh, what was with that formal-looking girly thing? Just how much had she changed? Pushing that thought aside for a moment, Nuru's face gained a wide smile as he approached, wasting no time saying the key word:
"Foxy..."
With a smile, he stepped forward, and would attempt to wrap his arms around her, a hug from behind:
"Miss me?"
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tyrus
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OOC Name:: Tyrus
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Post by tyrus on Feb 10, 2014 21:46:50 GMT -5
Honestly I should just throw this out, when did I even get this? Was it during me going to the bar?
Tyrus pursed her lips a bit and she blinked some when she thought she heard something; she couldn't put her finger on it nor could she get the gnawing sensation of she wasn't alone anymore to go away. She shook her head a little bit before placing the Dress [as irritating as it was..] on her bed. She would of done more but both words from a voice she hadn't heard in quite some time... as well as the key word that had been worked into her mind making her HAVE to respond to the fact that he was here. The follow up question and the hug made the morph freeze for a split second; she didn't like it when people she didn't know touched her.. But he was something different all together wasn't he? She shivered a little bit and put her hands over his arns out of nervousness; she hadn't felt his touch in a long time. Something in the core of it was different; she could tell that much but past that? She honestly couldn't tell. She briefly considered attempting to talk but remembered earlier this morning that she had been busy coughing up blood... Instead she softly brushed a small controlled portion of her mind against his.
I... Did... It's strange honestly. Foxy did leave a heavy emotional impact once we switched places after a month or so...
The morph shivered a little bit and turned her head to look at Nuru; physically speaking it didn't look like he had changed very much since they last met. Though the same could not be said about Tyrus, she had grown about an inch or two ontop of becoming a little more fluffier. The morph nervously swished her tails about; the middle one curling a bit from a mix of nervousness and force of habit. It wasn't every day that she had a random guest like this pop in... Though she couldn't honestly say that she was expecting him to pop back into her life like this.
As you can probrably tell I just moved in... What.. What have you been doing Master? I haven't seen you since back in the slums if I remember right.
Tyrus shifted uncomfortably at the use of his preferred word of reference of him; last she remembered that's what he wanted her to call him. If he decided to change it what would she honestly do? Probably just agree to call him it and continue doing so until he decided something else if anything. One of her whiskers crackled and her attention deviated from nuru for a moment; she couldn't actually sense anything outside of the room at the moment. Though to be fair she had been very surprised at him suddenly dropping in to see her.
What do you require of me.... Master?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 510 ֍ NOTES: Words! ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on Feb 10, 2014 22:37:20 GMT -5
Ah, this feels more like when I first met her... so that's what the 'blue' is.
This worked well enough for now, Nuru supposed. After all, 'Tyrus' here wasn't doing much to try and wiggle out of his grip at the moment, but she was definitely a bit more nervous than usual: as soon as the embrace was given, the poor morph stiffened up straight like a board! If this was the 'Foxy' that Nuru knew, the girl would have melted straight into his hands. Still, he kept a soft smile, awaiting to hear her answer-
Wait, why was he listening to her with his mind? Instead of a voice, the Gardevoir felt the girl's thoughts enter into the psychic's consciousness. That's odd. Did she always talk like that? No, no she didn't. And nothing I did stopped her from doing so. With a small sigh, Nuru spoke up:
"Oh, Foxy, where did your cute voice go?" Letting the girl look up, the clone tilted his head, turning her around in his arms to let her more properly face him. "Ah, but I do like what you've done with yourself... though I think I liked what you wore before a bit better. Ah, but where are my manners, dear?" She had just asked a question of him, after all, and she even remembered to address him by the name he gave her! For this one time, he would indulge her. He responded, the tone on his voice like he was giving a warm story:
"Oh, I would have checked on you sooner. But see, your Master had a bit of a problem with the slums: a few people started sniffing around the slums. So I had to well, 'deal' with them, and then I came back to find my home covered in yellow tape. So I was looking around, and lo-and-behold, who am I to find but my loyal little Foxy?"
The Gardevoir chuckled. "Oh, but how glad I am to see how you are still willing to serve. As you may guess, I'm out a place to sleep, and you just moved in. So, what I need you to do, is give me shelter." It was overly clear that Nuru wasn't taking no for an answer. In fact, all senses of boundaries with her were already gone, Nuru's hand raising up to scratch under Tyrus' chin. With that, he floated back, letting go of her as he looked around the room. Oh, this was going to work out perfectly: a place to crash, and a way to keep tabs on his Foxy!
"So, let's see. Oh, this is nice." With a smile, he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the pad out with his hand: "Much better than laying on a stack of hay. Yes, I think this will be where I stay. Work for you, Foxy?"
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Post by tyrus on Feb 10, 2014 23:17:24 GMT -5
Tyrus felt herself flush a little bit at both the comment about her voice being cute and what she had worn before; it was true she did enjoy wearing the clothing by itself; she would of loved to continue but it was hard for people to take her seriously when she reminded them of some sort of fuzzy cavewoman fox thing. She felt herself inwardly snort before he called her by his pet name for her; it was something strange honestly if she really thought about it; something that both stuck and sent shivers all along her spine. She felt compelled to immediately answer him when he asked her with that name in front of it; hell before when he had done that sort of thing She had felt compelled to answer in the same way. She didn't bother putting much thought behind thinking about why that was; she felt herself relax a little bit before she spoke. He asked her a question, and he was going to get an answer.
I don't really know what happened to my voice, after extended use of my abilities it just started cracking one day and then a few weeks later It made me cough up blood. Thankfully I have this to rely on though not many people exactly like it when a morph touches their mind even to communicate... I still have the clothing from before, People weren't very comfortable with me being dressed like that.... I can change back into it if You'd like?
She didn't know why but she felt compelled to inquire if he did want her to change back; it'd be nice to be able to "breathe" again as far as fur went. The morph twitched her ears a little bit and gently furrowed her brow as he spoke; so some folks decided to mess with him in the slums? To be fair they were probably lying in a pool of their own blood or somewhere in the hospital. The morph furrowed her brow when he mentioned yellow tape and then nodded a little, it made sense she guessed. Police often used tape like that to mark places either as dangerous or squared off for investigations. She blinked as he told her that he was looking for shelter, It was a single room sure but it was definitely large enough for two people to share if he.... The morph lost herself for a moment when he scratched under her chin. A purr rumbled through her chest and the morph felt her face flush a bit from it. When he let go of her she felt both a little cold from him letting go and a little warm from the chin scratch. It was the oddest sensation and she wasn't honestly sure what to say or do at the precise moment. When he sat on the bed she felt her ears wiggle about and her whiskers crackle. She rubbed the side of her head and then went to go as though she would actually speak but instead minds brushed again.
It won't be a problem giving shelter Master, considering they're already accounting for the fact there will more than likely be multiple pokemon visiting. But if you'd like them to they can stay away from the house and in pravus; most of them feel home there. I can imagine that it feels better than hay, it is a pillow top after all....
She paused a little bit when he said that would be where he would be staying; the morph didn't mind it.. But the couch she had chosen was good for sitting not sleeping. A moment passed before she awkwardly twisted her hands back and forth; the morph was already pretty red and after a few moments she felt her cheeks flush even brighter.
It... Is a queen sized bed... Will I still be allowed to sleep in it Master?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 679 ֍ NOTES: Supah red ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on Feb 11, 2014 0:09:21 GMT -5
At least to Nuru, something still seemed off: just by learning her powers, she was starting to lose her voice? Well, maybe there was something just off about the morph process, or maybe Pravus was just teaching her wrong. Either way, it did take a bit of fun away from the Gardevoir...
Meh. He'd get over it.
"Oh, poor Foxy!" Even when 'pitying' his servant, Nuru's smile didn't disappear from his face, which gave his voice a weird, almost nurturing tone. "Well, I guess I can live without hearing your voice for a while. As a psychic, well," I can do the same thing. With his example given, he pretended to ponder over Tyrus' attire, and nodded.
"Oh, that would be nice. You do pull off a more natural look much better than most, Foxy-dear... ah, you like that?" Oh, it felt so good to fall into these old patterns, that familiar purr coming from the morph's chest, like music to his ears! Even without 'Foxy' in the front, Tyrus was proving to be quite the sentimental morph, falling back to her old patterns right in the manipulative Gardevoir's presence. Granted, he was manipulating her quite a bit... but he was never the one who made her purr. Oh no, that was all on her, and it always brought a smile to his face. She was truly an eager, perfect servant, and someone who he had many uses for.
Like this apartment, for one.
"Oh, I'm sure a Pokemon or two won't be a problem, Foxy." Skipping the thanks (he knew his orders were a given already), he gave it a moment's thought: "I trust they have their balls, right? Then as long as they don't mind me, I won't mind them all that much." Oh, and now he could make Tyrus have these Pokemon do his bidding as well? How delightful! It would be so useful to-
Wait, Pravus?
"Oh, but you must tell me if anyone from Pravus is coming here." Nuru's voice settled down a bit more seriously to this point: "Nothing against you, but I can't take chances. And around others, don't call me 'Master'. Foxy, you would call me 'Gardevoir', in those cases."
With that, he stretched out on the bed, everything settled that needed to be settled... that was, until Tyrus raised her voice, asking about their sleeping arrangements. She pointed out the size of the bed, giving her request in a respectful manner. To this, Nuru grinned, and sat up: "Well, I won't stop you if you want to sleep there. But you know..."
He chuckled.
"You'd be sharing a bed with your Master."
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Post by tyrus on Feb 11, 2014 0:57:25 GMT -5
She wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic, in fact if he was being she'd of felt a tad bit more comfortable about her losing her voice. She fidgeted a bit and then almost froze when she felt his example of him being able to do the same thing. She had figured he could considering the level of difference between their powers. She was strong for a morph, and he was exceptionally strong as a Pokemon. It reminded her that she needed to practice more; probably just by little things here and there if she ever wanted to be of any help to anyone... Even if it was to help him. She nodded a little bit at his statement about her clothing; it wasn't hard for her to pull off an all natural look.. Even though her body wasn't anything close to being natural. She felt her face flush when he asked her if she liked the chin scratching; she nodded a little bit. She couldn't lie it made her entire chest vibrate with purring. It was absurd really; how she could be easily disarmed by something so simple as a chin scratch.
I'm not going to lie and say I didn't enjoy it master... I had a hunch though that you could do the same considering the level of power you sit at.
She blinked when he mentioned her pokemon and then went on about telling her that he had to tell him when pravus would visit. Unless they were firmly worried about her or she missed a check in they wouldn't come over here; she wasn't about to ask them to come here either since she wanted to be able to stay away from work once in a while and just have it to herself... Well now she had even more of a reason to keep the fact she lived her a separate sort of life with Nuru living here. Or at least living her for the mean time; he could move out at any time though she was pretty sure if he left she'd feel the same sort of cold as she did earlier. The morph started to change while she "spoke" to him; she was already pretty much as uncomfortable as she was going to get so there wasn't much more that could happen that would throw her off right?
The only people that would come here from pravus is if I missed a check in or if they were overly worried about me, which neither will be a case considering I haven't missed one of those in a while master. The pokemon themselves wouldn't stay for terribly long either. Mack likes swimming, Salisbury enjoys sitting in the sun too much.. Jazz sleeps a lot and carlo's too big for being inside here anyways. Though if he did come in here he'd probably bust a wall down and I really don't want that... I have their poke-balls in my tails so even if they did have a problem or something they'd be in them for until they were out of your area.... To be fair master I can only currently talk to one person at a time, though I'll take the precaution of calling you that in case someone that does come here happens to be a physic.
The morph gave a little growl as the shirt started to give her trouble, it was always around her chest area that it did this now; she blamed the fact her fur was just so poofy it was hard to go over it sometimes. She sighed a little bit when it did finnally go over and sat comfortably giving her plenty of "breathing" room. She tilted her head a little bit from him saying that he wouldn't stop her from sleeping in it. The chuckle and the following sentence stunned her for a brief moment before the blush firmly set in and she lost her concentration completely. She hadn't EVER slept next to someone and she wasn't sure if she could comfortably. The morph fidgeted a little more and then nervously shifted from foot to foot; her tails started to scrunch behind her and she slowly let out the breath she was unconsciously holding in. She felt something in the back of her twist a little bit before she gingerly reached out with her mind again.
I.... I have never slept next to someone before... Though I suppose I'd be a comfortable pillow considering the fur...I... Guess.. it'd be nice....
The morph gulped a bit and felt her fidget and nervous stepping increase a bit; she was totally off her rocker wasn't she?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 791 ֍ NOTES: Dear god... xD; ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on Feb 11, 2014 19:04:12 GMT -5
"Trust me, talking in someone's mind is a parlor trick at my stage." Nuru wasn't going to be one to downplay himself, especially in front of someone still learning the arts of the mind. "In fact, I think I can teach you some of the... how shall we say, 'less favored' arts of the psychic mind. With practice, you'll not only be able to 'speak', but listen to thoughts as well. Quite useful, if you ask me."
If she enjoyed just being able to speak with her mind, imagine the thrill she would have if that little ability became a weapon. The thought even entertained Nuru: if there was another psychic rolling around with similar abilities to his own, he could tread far more ground: heck, they might be able to pull stuff off together, outside of the slums! With her Pravus connections, it was all the better...
... And that was even before considering the obvious benefit standing before his eyes. As Nuru was one without moral boundary, he didn't turn his head for a moment as Tyrus changed her attire. If anything, his smirk grew a bit, the Gardevoir casually listening to Tyrus' explanation. Past hearing that Pravus wouldn't be a problem, everything else was white noise in the background, as it was apparent that far more than 'fur' filled in on the female morph's frame. It was obvious that he was looking, and obvious that he wanted to look, up until she finally returned to the attire she wore before. Briefly, the psychic entertained the idea of having her try on something else, but, perhaps another day.
"Mmhmm. Well, as I said, we'll work a bit on your psychic potential. With my help, you may be able to hold two different conversations at once, or echo yourself across the entire city." Reclining back on the mattress, Nuru now found herself looking at a rather different Tyrus. That one little comment that the Gardevoir let slip had caused Tyrus' face to turn crimson, even underneath that thick, dark fur of her coat. Wasn't that cute, the Gardevoir thought: she was nervous to share a bed with her Master! This was another difference between 'this' Tyrus and the Foxy that he knew: the latter would have taken the invitation without a moment's notice, while this one was clearly hesitant.
To be honest, either worked for Nuru: both were a nice, malleable mold, and didn't dare to step on his toes or do anything other than what he asked.
"Is that right? Never?" Giving a small chuckle again, Nuru sighed. "Well, that's honestly quite a shame. See, your Master here would be a lot more comfortable with his Foxy in his arms. I mean, wouldn't that be nice?" Shamelessly, he laid down on his side, and nodded:
"I think it would be a pleasant arrangement. Don't you?"
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Post by tyrus on Feb 11, 2014 20:48:49 GMT -5
Tyrus blinked a little bit and rubbed her eyes before nodding as nuru spoke intially; She figured that he would be able to do that with ease considering all the facts presented. She bit her lower lip and then gently shifted from one foot to another; She had to tell him didn't she? She always heard un-protected mind's surface thoughts; it was harrowing in larger areas and she liked being secluded from others so she could concentrate. It wasn't always pressing into her head but as of late with her growing abilities she began to notice the abundance of voices even when she thought she was alone. She fidgeted again and then softly sighed before brushing against his mind again; she conveyed a bit of reluctance in sharing this fact. It had nearly driven her to madness on one occasion of being forced to go to a stadium. It was one hell of an effort to keep her sense of self around so many people; she was grateful for being unable to hear things like that in her sleep lest it haunt her dreams.
Thing is master, I already can hear people's surface thoughts even if I don't try.. It's a constant thing, a murmur of voices slowly growing louder as people increase in number. I went to a stadium once and I can tell you it wasn't a pleasant trying to keep myself from losing my marbles.
The morph shifted a little as she noted that his gaze never wavered; she figured while she was changing it was the same.. Why didn't that bother her in the slightest? It should of she knew that much.. She blinked a little and rubbed the back of her head; across an entire city? If she was ever in trouble that'd be beyond useful... Small points of contact wouldn't be hard to... The morph shook her head a little bit and rubbed her eyes. Why was she suddenly thinking like that? Foxy wasn't in control sure but something else was causing her mind to splay out in directions she wouldn't normally consider. She didn't know if that'd cause the same problems as before; overexerting herself might prove beyond dangerous on a scope like that. Before she just simply passed out... But if she pushed it too far couldn't she die? She couldn't let that concern just sit idle.
Thing is... Even with the proper training Master wouldn't echoing myself across a city take an extraordinary amount of effort? Before when I over exerted myself I passed out after getting a hell of a nosebleed.... W-would I die if I tried something that immense without proper preparation?
The Fox morph found her breath caught in her throat when Nuru spoke next; his question made her heart skip a beat and she wasn't sure if she was turning red because she was embarrassed.... The morph shifted a little bit her hands fidgeting a bit and she stared at nuru for quite some time his last words causing her whiskers to crackle as the morph processed what he said. It would be nice wouldn't it? She'd feel warm that's for sure, body heat was nice.... But... The morph took a few steps and gently sat on the side of the bed her ears folded back a bit. She was at a loss for words that much could be said; a few minutes passed before she realized she was being a little bit too quiet.
I N-never have, I was pretty much a shut in for most of my human life. Spose the same could go for my morph life; though It's not bad... Considering...
The morph paused a bit and then wondered what she was going to say; the intial thought made her shiver. Was.. was it really that bad having to be about Him? Most people she met that were human weren't very receptive past a few; pokemon didn't very often find her company too enticing save those she had with her... Other morph's seemed to be so distant. Was this the reason why she didn't mind things? because she in the end liked the gardivour that was sitting on her bed? He had already seen everything there was to see in her head... Could that explain why she liked it when he scratched under her chin? When he hugged her she didn't mind? Or was it just.. Something else? The morph shook her head again and felt her chest heave with a sigh.
It would be nice.... Pleasant... Desirable....
She shivered a little bit at the end and then rubbed her eyes again; she fumbled about for a moment; before turning her head towards Nuru.
I... Enjoy having you around master.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 871 ֍ NOTES: What is this I don't even... ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on Feb 11, 2014 21:24:40 GMT -5
So she's at that level already...
That was good to know, as far as Nuru could figure. Though there were many similarities, there was just difference between how they learned their psychic potential: in Tyrus' case, it seemed that her other abilities regressed the stronger her psychic powers grew. Well, it was that, or her body deciding that her ability to communicate psychically was more valuable than her voice-box. Either way, upon hearing that story with the stadium, the Gardevoir shrugged:
"My dear, its just as important to be able to shut them out as well. Why, if I heard every thought from every passerby on the street, there would probably be a lot more 'accidents', dear Foxy." He could fix it: it would take some training, and perhaps a bit of 'direct manipulation', but once the psychic could figure out her problem, it was just a matter of practice. And at this rate, they were going to have a lot of time to practice together.
Even if Foxy wasn't as confident in her powers as Nuru was.
"'Proper' training, Foxy? Well, I suppose at your current level, you might have some problems. But you should at least be able to attune yourself to certain signals, sense them at a range, and 'flare' your own power to them. You are right, a city is difficult, even for myself. Sooner than die, you might just go mad. And we wouldn't want that, would we, girl?"
Ah, but that wasn't where the young morph's thoughts were at the moment. For as soon as Nuru made his offer, the girl had become a nervous one, a flush red to her fur as she slowly brought herself to sit upon the bed. Again, this amused him: he never gave a solid order that made her do this, but yet the Foxy still found it necessary to come closer and entertain the idea a little further. And, slowly, Nuru sat up, sitting next to her, a gentle hand brought around her shoulders, simply listening to what Tyrus had to say.
"You're not the only one who's been alone, Foxy." Scratching her back through the shirt, the Gardevoir kept her close, leaning Tyrus such that her head would be resting upon his shoulder. Whereas most knew this Gardevoir as a tyrant, Nuru had spun such a spell upon this girl that he could be much more calm around her. Every time he said her pet name, 'Foxy', she'd know that the next words would come with confidence. On top of everything else, being so close to Tyrus meant that he could poke around in her head, and 'help along' with her training with a little adjustment or two, all without risking waking her up. That was what he had done, to make her such a malleable tool, and right now, she was like warm butter in his hands.
"Yes... you won't have to be alone."
With her head turned towards the Gardevoir, Nuru brought a hand up, once more scratching under Tyrus' chin. It was enjoyable, but she was still fumbling around a bit, tense in his arms , as if she didn't know what mood was being set. Well, it wasn't as if Tyrus had much choice in the matter: with her looking his way, he brought his head close, and gave the briefest kiss to the side of his Foxy's muzzle.
"You should, Foxy... my adorable, obedient morph..."
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