lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
Posts: 14
OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Feb 13, 2014 18:42:48 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
Lysse was in her usual attire; she probably wouldn't be blamed for being a poor person in these parts. She was just arriving from the bar fight she got into, and so she was slightly rattled. When she exited the doors, she was surprised she could still see the light of day. The people there scared her, and were incredibly pompous in general- one of Lysse's strong dislikes.
Other than that, she had a pretty good day. The disguised zorua pecked around, poking at the slips and turns in the area. It wasn't a lovely place, but it would do. It would be ideal to settle here due to all the free trash around. Despite how gross it is, she usually had to forage in garbage for something to eat. Even if it grossed everyone else out, it was something she never really weighed off of.
With a delicate hop, Lysse pushed herself up onto a rooftop, observing the urban area. How filthy it was. She felt welcomed here, as odd as that sounds- she doesn't even know what that was supposed to mean. Does that mean she's filthy, too? She probably is.
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Post by Harper Mann on Feb 14, 2014 4:35:39 GMT -5
Little burlap sack. Calloused feet. Exposed ribs. Slightly yellowed teeth. Hair that was washed on nothing more than a weekly basis. Dirt in all the crevices. That was what girls looked like in Cribbin’s little gang of thieves, pickpockets, Harper, regardless of how special she saw herself, was no different. Her current clothing, which was a faded shade of medium pink, had once been a nightgown. The pastel flowers on its surface had bled into indistinguishable little dots of color. The shoes, found in a dumpster with vomit, were held together with hastily applied duct tape.
Harper seemed proud of her clothing. Her chest, like that of a rooster, was jutted forward. Her chin was lifted high. Daddy had bought her these nice things! She would make certain, unlike her last dress, that no mean pig tore it to bits. Those stubby little teeth, even with quite a few missing, were sharp. Pausing whenever she passed a piece of metal, no matter how rusty, navy eyes observed hre reflection. To her eyes, it was a ball-gown. All of its rotted cotton turned into lace, silk, corset, and expensive fabric. “Harper looks like a princess!” Bunching the light fabric in her hands, giving a quick twirl, the lips parted to reveal a grin. “Right, Moo?” He better answer right. She would kick him too! Friend or no friend!
Then, like all those grubby men, he would grab himself and scream. The lithe and willowy girl would giggle. Hands would clap. Luckily for him, the grey blob did not seem to disapprove.
Cumulus, smiling above her in comfortable silence, seemed to agree. It was not the best clothing in the world, by any means, but it made his trainer happy. That was all that the tiny Castform truly cared about. Nuzzling her briefly, he pulled back. Dark eyes, like little buttons of ebony, focused on the bag in her hand. Misbegotten goods. It was filled with stolen jewels, watches, belts, and wallets. It represented children going hungry and wedding vows whisked away in the night. ’She doesn’t know any better.’, the little normal-type, in order to continue as her guardian, had to truly believe that. He would defend her until his dying breath.
Tap tap tap! Barefeet flew across the rusted metal of the rooftop. His trainer had grown bored of staring at her reflection. The bag was only half full! The Liepard would give her double the soup, if she managed to cram two hands worth of stuff into the thing! “C’mon Moo! Let’s play more!” It was a game. It was just simple theft. Like her elongated shadow rippling across rooftops, occasionally stopping to watch for people below, the Castform followed.
It was empty below. No one was out. Frowning, worried about a hungry night, Harper lifted her gaze. There was a lady! She would just pick her pockets! The rooftops were close together due to a narrowed alleyway. Tiptoeing carefully, to a corner, she jumped toward the area where Lysse stood. “Quiet, Moo. Be quiet.” The Castform, turning into a rain drop, just sighed sadly. He was mute. It wasn’t as if he could make a racket. “Shhh.” Mischief lit up her eyes as she moved toward the disguised Zorua.
What did she have? Candy? Was she one of daddy’s girls? He had recruited a bunch of new brats the past week—it was one reason Harper was out so late. Deciding that she could destroy this thing, she was strong, the blue-haired girl rose to her feet. While she snuck around well, to human ears, her approach might have deafened the Pokemon. Her shoulders squared. Pointing viciously at Lysse, jabbing her hand at the thing, Harper shouted angrily. “ ‘Ey! You! I want ya stuff!” The new kids were mostly fat anyway. Daddy had said so.
The Castform just sighed.
Children sometimes.
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
Posts: 14
OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Feb 19, 2014 15:33:49 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
It was, indeed, a relaxing day, until the zorua's ears spiked up upon being talked to.
"I want ya stuff!" It was a childish voice, accompanying childish words. Only fools stole things, and that's exactly what Lysse was. SHe wasn't sure of this child's motives, but she seemed rather.. spoiled. Along with the peasant was a sack of stolen goods, which reminded the small fox of Christmas. It was like reverse Santa; instead of giving, this girl took away. It was a kind of depressing thing to linger on, and so a loud exhale escaped her lungs as she stood up.
Lysse supposed she couldn't expect much better from the ghetto area of Nada. It was rather trashy here; the place smelled of misfortune to her, really, under all the musky factory smell. It was a little petty, but Lysse decided to comply with the small girl. It was true, she didn't know any better. Hell, she probably didn't know any of kind of lifestyle. It kind of broke her heart.
"Here," Lysse grinned as she held out a lemon in her hands, her fingernails digging into the fragile skin of the citrus. "It's a little juicy, but it's from one of the shops around here. No idea how much it cost."
"What's your name?" Lysse whisked her hair to the side, a goofy smile plastered on her exterior as she towered above the child.
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Post by Harper Mann on Feb 20, 2014 3:16:05 GMT -5
Harper would likely hate the normal day of a child her age. She had never been in a school; the closest she had come was, after school hours, wandering into the playground. Her only boundaries to the world, besides walls, were the eyes of a less than attentive cat. The roof leaked. It was dark. The only sign of light was a battery powered fixture in a single corner. Sneaking out was easy. Spending most of her days wandering through the slums, other people’s home, abandoned buildings, and sometimes garbage heaps, Harper had a foreign definition of relaxing. Today was an amazing day.
She could just get some more goodies, more points in the game, and be on her way. Frowning at the movement of ears, Harper focused. Her lips remained curled into a smile. This girl didn’t scare her! She was on daddy’s turf! The dark blue eyes shone with determination and mischief. When the Zorua turned, Harper grinned. “Yah! You! Please!” It was nice when someone listened to her!
The Castform, whose sigh was shown with a ripple of bubbles in his body, bobbed. The short gesture, a quick movement lower to higher, was his version of a shrug. Ebony eyes, full of apparent apology, seemed less excited than his bossy mistress. His lips pulled down in a frown. Shaking his head, thrice in silence, he tried to convey disapproval. “D : D : D : “ Why did she continue to do these things? Didn’t it matter that this poor thng, like Harper herself, was likely poor and hungry? Cumulus was tempted to comfort the little girl---he doubted his charge would appreciate it. She was woefully jealous about sharing, especially the little weather ball himself.
The fingers tightened on the sack. The person was complying! All those boys who made fun of her, for being weak, could go and suck a --- lemon? The dance towards the prize was met with a frown. It was just a yellow ball. It took her a moment to realize what exactly It was. Fresh fruits in vegetables, or even just plain produce, was hard to find in the slums. When your life was spent without money, taking scraps from a cat, such things became even rarer. Outside of a few slices nabbed from lemonade stands, Harper had never seen a lemon. She did know, at least, that her father wanted gold and jewelry and not pieces of yellow flesh. “Ain’t you got nothing else..?” Her little lips contorted into a crescent of bewilderment.
“You mean ya played the game to get it?” Stole it. Harper was a bit shocked. Who had taught her how to play? Didn’t they know the rules at all? Taking the little thing, frowning at its owner, the blue-haired girl debated on its uses. “That’s really all ya got?” Maybe she wouldn’t meet daddy’s quota anytime soon. She was mighty hungry. Should she grab it anyway? Even if it wasn’t like the stuff the old cat brought home? It smelled better anyway.
She wasn’t a wimp! She’d take it! Reaching out wit her fingers, pulling hastily, Harper let her bag drop to the rooftop. The old thing gave a creak of protest. “Harper. My name is Harper. “ Wasn’t she mad about losing her stuff? “What’s yars?” Sniffing at the lemon, squeezing it until juice leaked out, the little girl pondered. It smelled better than the stuff the Liepard had fed them last night. Blunt and to the point, like she was with most things, Harper dug her remaining teeth into the leathery skin.
Liquid flooded into her mouth. The sour taste nearly overwhelmed her. It wasn’t like that lemonade she drank once! Her nostrils wrinkled in disgust. Pulling the little thing back, with a sneer, Harper felt her anger rise. “Yuck!” The fruit flew through the air. The Castform watched as it flew through the air.
“Didja try to poison me? Huh!?” Icky. “Harper can’t eat that thing.” She showed no fear when facing a taller person; everyone, even the cat, was taller than her, after all.
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
Posts: 14
OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Mar 6, 2014 18:25:58 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
A malicious grin appeared on Lysse's lips, and with a snap of her fingers, a bottle of hallucinated poison bottled into her hands. It was a green, toxic looking vial with a crossbone on it; enough to convince little children it was probably bad for their health.
Lysse wouldn't do this to be detrimental, she simply wanted a little bit of fun. She always longed for fun; the concept to her was foreign. Even when she was training really hard to become big and strong like her father so she could avenge him, she didn't think that was fun at all! She got hurt, she got lots of bruises, and more importantly everyone there bullied her.
Maybe Harper was different. Maybe Harper was a little bit more than just a stranger. Lysse wanted to be her friend, and so she was going to befriend Harper the one way she knew how- trickery. That was the one thing she was good at. Even now, before she met this girl, she had tricked everyone. Almost no one associated this human form with the form of a bipedal fox, and if they did, they themselves probably were confused by the connection.
"Sure, it's poison!" She claimed, putting it towards the girl daringly. "What're you gonna do now?"
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Post by Harper Mann on Mar 12, 2014 2:25:41 GMT -5
The Castform did not like that smile! His lips. From which no sound would ever be heard, pulled down in a tight and tiny frown. It reminded him of a self-satisfied feline. The weather ball Pokemon, who had been chased around by quite a few of thoseDropping his position slightly, the base of his body brushing a shoulder through a thin dress. “ : ( : ( : ( ! ! : ? “ His face, which lacked a discernible ability to wrinkle, crease, and lift its brow, shifted into a variety of simplistic expressions. If he had not been so malleable, like a mix between Jello and clay, Cumulus would not have been able to communicate. At the moment, he was making it clear he was uncertain about this entire encounter.
The sudden appearance of that jar, which seemed to be made from thin air, had the Castform shaking like a bell. In truth, as his grandfather had supposedly been a Chimecho, the movement seemed to fit. It just lacked the happy little tinkling. What was in that bottle? Pushing backwards against his trainer, hoping she finally chose to discover common sense, he tried to shove her back. He knew what that skull and crossbones meant—he doubted it was brightly colored apple juice. Where had it come from? Was there an illusion at work here? Suspicions began to pile up. While he was a low-levelled Pokemon, he had never really been one for battling, he was old enough to call into question a lot of this girl’s actions, mannerisms, and magically appearing objects.
Harper on the other hand, staring at the bottle with wide eyes of navy, was not. All she saw was a bottle with a skull on it---it certainly wasn’t a pirate flag or ship. Images of brief flashes of old children’s movies she had seen, an ancient television had once creaked upon a broken table in the warehouse, brought to mind bottles like that. The rabbit drank from it and promptly fell over turning blue and clutching at his throat. It had been a witch that did it! “You’re a witch---“ Another pause happened as the Castform shook his head; those things didn’t exist. “Moo agrees with me!” The normal-type, who sighed, allowed a series of bubbles to escape his mouth in a steady stream. Again, twice, his head shook. “You gotta be an evil step-mother too-“ But the lemon, which was now on the ground with its disgusting skin mocking the tiny child, had begun to scratch at her. Could only apples be turned all nasty?
The lemon was kicked away as Harper made a low keening noise in her throat. Was she sick? What was going to happen to her? Would she have to wait for some nice man to come and kiss her awake—like that one girl with the dark hair? Were there any princes left? Did they answer the telephone!? “EEeeeeeyughhhh!” Harper spit what was left of the lemon peel on the ground. “Harper didn’t eat all of it—Harper’s just fine.” The bag of goodies dropped to the crumbling ground and various odds and ends spilled out of it . A diamond ring, a necklace, two things that seemed to be pieces of fancy silverware, and a few anagrammed napkins.
Her stomach was starting to hurt! In truth, it was because Harper had eaten far too many pieces of candy the night before. Sugar had laid in layer upon layer upon her tongue. It had annoyed her father. It was currently making her afraid. Why was she hurting so badly? One foot slid back—what was that word she was looking for? What was it called? Harper moved forward to grab the bottle. “I need the antido-it.” Close enough? Her voice sounded a bit desperate. Kicking this lady wouldn’t help! That didn’t work on ladies! Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Harper was terrified.
The trickster had just been tricked.
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