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Post by Renris Aldonar on Feb 22, 2014 0:10:18 GMT -5
It had been awhile since the Raichu morph saw what he called home. Judging by the scars and the bandages on his arms and torso it would seem his long trip did not treat him well. Regardless of his condition he made his way to his room and almost imindately he sits at his workbench with a soft sigh even after his long travels he didn't want to give himself a break. He noticed that everything was quiet, it had been awhile since he was back at base so he had expected a lot of changed happened while he was gone. He reached under his workbench pull out a half done metallic object so he could work on it. Once that was set down he looked to his belt before reaching to the side. He smiled a bit to himself before he sat the ball down on the side.
The Raichu looked to his camera he had been using to record his journal entries. He faintly smiled as he reached for his tools. "Do I have quite the adventure to record..." He mutter to himself as he leaned forward to work on the odd device in front of him. "At least... I finally have a small answer but its not enough. Why does she want me dead?" The morph narrowed his eyes as he popped the core out of the metallic device. "I don't think I'll be able to finish this anytime soon... unless I salvage my old weapon." He sighed. Perhaps that would be the way to go at this point after his encounter with the trap that was set for him during his trip.
He was sent out on a long mission to recover some old data for Pravus. He had no choice but to take the mission but at the same time he made terms to get high grade parts delivered to his workshop. Surprisingly to him it was agreed upon before he left, however his mission turned personal when he found out someone that called himself a family member hired men to ambush him and take the data but he managed to defend himself. He had ask why he was attacked only to find out his own grandmother was behind it. As much as it disturb him it was the first clue onto finding his birth parents but for now it wasn't enough to start a real search. He would have to research more about his grandmother to find out more but for now he had to make something better to defend himself.
Renris sighed softly to himself to the memory of the attack but then his eyes gazed towards his pokeball. After his return he was issued his first pokemon, it was almost as if he was finally starting to fit in but the hatred to his appearance would hardly stop, at least it was a good step somewhere, if there was something positive to look at at least In the end he still had a lot of work to do and he was sure he'll be in in the city a lot to do repairs and whatnot. Just like old times.
"No rest for the weary as they say." Renris chuckled to himself as he gazed towards the bandages on his body. "So many repairs... so little time." He pulled his goggles off his head and then his wristband which looked to be damaged by a bladed weapon with the mark that was carved into it. "Alright... first the prototype, then my goggles, and finally my wristband." He planned out before he moved the two items to the side. As much as he should be relaxing he refused to stop, even when hurt.
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Post by tyrus on Mar 6, 2014 22:52:34 GMT -5
It had been a while hadn't it?
The morph felt a familiar sense of urgency when hustling through the hallways of pravus; people stared as they always did and she felt her bile rise in her throat. If she wanted to she would of driven each one of them mad in so many different ways but the morph had to keep her cool in this place. She had to keep them happy; her dancing on their strings would only last so long after all. She heard a small sigh issue from not only mack but from Jazz as well; the two were curled up in her tails which made the morph shiver a little bit. They had before her change with nuru enjoyed sitting in her tail fluff which she kept properly groomed; it made it easier for them to hide in after all. The smaller out of the two looked up at her and she forced a warm smile at him. The pokemon returned the gesture before burrowing back into her tail. The morph felt a sudden twinge and she stopped walking; the man carrying papers in front of her kept moving un heeded by the close call of bumping into the morph. She frowned a little bit and dusted off her shorts; they were rather comfortable and easy to wear after all. She sighed a little bit and opened a rather familiar door with a rather familiar symbol on it. There were flights of stairs after said door going down a decent way. Not far enough to make one tired from the hike but definately something she wasn't going to enjoy. She considered trying to teleport to the bottom but then decided against it once she glanced over the side. She didn't know if anything had changed since she had been there... Not to mention her "guard" wouldn't be pleased if she suddenly hopped out of his sight. Her milky eyes turned towards the Pangoro who stood about three feet back from the morph. His expression was blank; Tyrus couldn't get a read out of him either; his voice was grating and deep much like one would be after a long time of living. His voice wasn't filled with concern or anything remotely like that, it was closer to annoyance. A deep scar ran over his mouth and kept his mouth in the shape of a constant snarl. It was the least impressive scar on the Pangoro's body but it was by far the most commonly stared at. The morph felt her anger spike a bit before he spoke.
Somfin' wrong?
Mack shifted in her tail and popped her head out before glancing at Tyrus; his eyes meeting her's for a moment and she felt the creeping growl emerge when she sent over the information to mack who promptly spoke. Ever since tyrus had lost her ability to physically speak they had worked out him as a translator until they could find another easier way for tyrus to address people like this Pangoro. The totodile shivered a little bit at the course touch of Tyrus's mind; ever since the change her psychic power was raw. It felt strange to encounter even those that were not gifted in psychic abilities could feel the wrongness.
No, I had considered Teleporting down but realized that I couldn't just leave you here. Also why are you keeping to three feet?
The snarl deepend and Tyrus could tell even through the twisted scar the Pangoro was smiling.
Runnin' start is easier to knock yah out wiff.
The morph felt her face tug into a frown before she turned about and started heading down the stairs. The pangoro kept four steps behind her his eyes boring holes into her back. She could hear his knuckles crack; they had assigned him to her since the fellow had this aversion to psychic types. They knew it'd keep him honest; and would make it harder for the morph to get along with him. Hell he was under orders to knock her out if she got too out of hand in any given situation. The morph and the group eventually came to the door to the entrance she so recognized. She felt her hackles rise a bit when the Pangoro spoke again.
I'll wait out 'ere. So will yer little helpers.
Uh... W-why?
Yeah why?
Jazz wasn't exactly known for his liking of the pangoro even in the short amount of time that he had been here. The morph didn't like being seperated from either of them but if he really wanted to he could pretty much force the pokemorph to leave them behind. She pulled both mack and jazz out from her tail physically and then handed them to her "guard". He eyed both of them before looking at tyrus.
Reason bein' we've got tah talk. Come tah terms and all that.
Both of her pokemon glanced back at her and the Morph could only nod before turning about and slowly opening the door. She didn't like the fact he would be outside until she left; in which he would follow her around everywhere for until pravus decided that she didn't need someone like him doing so. Which was probrably never going to happen. She paused when he spoke, the door was only open a few feet when he did; it was quiet and she wasn't sure if she had heard right.
Name's Bast, Short and tah the point. That's how it'll be okay?
The morph didn't hear her pokemon's response but she didn't need to; they were going to follow whatever "Bast" said. That would be it; she turned about and looked around a rather familiar room. Things were different but the base of it was still there. She felt a small smile tug on her lips before walking through some of the still present mess that she knew the Raichu morph would eventually work through. She couldn't do the physical greeting she'd like so she simply stuck her head in and made a coughing sound before very briefly and gently brushed her mind against his. It was a touch much like the breeze that would give information as long as he wished to keep the link open for. She kept herself a few feet away from the raichu morph her eyes and whiskers trailing bleed off energy from her use of psychic energy, no matter how small.
Hey there Renris, it's been a while...
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 1110 ֍ NOTES: Lord that was a starter post... ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Renris Aldonar on Mar 6, 2014 23:44:19 GMT -5
Renris was deep in thought as he was trying to settle through the events he had to push through in four months. It was an odd starting clue but to be on the run for some time with out his gear was very tough. He remembers how it all happened, he was around the area of the abandoned labs but before he could enter he was knocked out cold. He soon awakened in side of a cell and hauled off to a strange camp. He was going to die that same say but he somehow got out of the cage and slipped out away from his killers, but without his things which was only the start of his struggles. His pride in his inventions refused to leave anything behind.
It was a battle, a long bloody battle between him and the hired mercenaries to retrieve his things. He doesn't know how he did it, hell... he doesn't understand why he did it. Someone who always expect death to be knocking at his door wouldn't expect to beat death's odds. He would have rolled over and died right then and there four months ago but instead the instinct to fight almost seemed to control his body. Never in his lift as he killed anyone... until that day, the day he had finally gotten his items back.
Did it feel good killing someone? Their blood spilled on the dirt as he stood over them? He narrowed his eyes. "Am I... a monster now?" He muttered. A cruel world, a world we live in today where everyday someone will die by the hands of another, infected or not. It didn't faze him that he had bullet and knife wounds on his body that was covered by bandages but yet killing someone with his own hands bothered him a lot. He made self defense weapons simply to protect himself, not kill anyone. Yet here he is now, readying his plans to create a more offensive weapon for himself.
It was almost frightening, the timid morph that he was, the same man who was ready to die at anytime was now gearing himself up to survive. Why? Why didn't let let himself go that day? He had a chance to be free... a chance to give everyone what they wanted, to be away from an abomination like him. His dark furred hand touches over the bandage over his arm. Even as his wounds was treated he still looked like a mess. He hasn't changed cloths so his blood stains them and his head furry is a raggedy mess, almost covering his eyes.
He sighed as he started to take a part his old weapon while his mind wandered to the past once more. When he recovered his things they were broken and unresponsive. He couldn't report back to Pravus remotely. He returned to the abandoned lab after he had killed his pursuers. He needed to parts to get his gadgets to work once more which meant he had to fight infected to get what he needed... the mindless creatures, they needed to die but by his hand? He closed his eyes as he pondered that very question. They did need to die, even by him. They could not live any longer and his blood soaked weapon was a sign of that. He couldn't activate the photon blade but at the same time it made well for a hard blunt object. He didn't hesitate either... after killing four humans his body would not show hesitation anymore.
"What am I...?" He mutter before he slammed his hand down in a fist on his desk, sparks arcing from it. He tried to make everything seem okay in his head but it wasn't. He couldn't comprehend it, all he could see was the blood he painted the ground with, it was like a repeating image. His hand moves to his head as he held them in his hand, he could feel tears well up in his eyes. That hasn't happened since he was a child... he hasn't had tears in his eyes for the longest time but why now? It wasn't regret but it was fear, fear of himself.
His ears perk slight when he heard the door to his room area open, slowly he reached for his bloody inactive weapon as if he was prepared to defend himself once more. Why was he so tense and paranoid? Did the four months of capture really changed him that much? Even as his tears rolled over the yellow patches that dot his cheek he was ready to take on anyone who wanted him down.
He gripped the metal handle of his weapon a bit tighter, he seemed he was ready to swing until he heard her voice. It made his eyes widen a bit, he was not expecting to hear her voice again, even if it was though her mind. He became a little less tense as he quickly wiped the tear from his eyes. He took a deep breath and turned around, forcing a smile across his lips. "Tyrus... it has been a long time." He said before the smile slowly faded from his lips. She seemed different than how he remembered her the last time. Being gone for four months... it really comes to no surprise if a lot of people did change by then. "Are you okay?" He slowly stood up, slightly wincing from his wounds but he soon ignored it. He felt very guilty, he felt like he abandoned her when he made a promise to help her in anyway he could. Instead he got captured and left her behind.
He lower his head slightly in shame. "I'm surprised to see you here... I... I didn't expect for you to come back. I figured you would have gotten a better job by now..." He chuckled in a lie but in truth he was feeling terrible, he abandoned her and he made a promise... he would not be surprised if she hated him for doing such a thing. Why did he have to fall for that trap?
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Post by tyrus on Mar 7, 2014 20:05:08 GMT -5
His mind feels more different than I remember...
The spliced morph felt a frown tug on her lips for a moment before she slowly leaned against a wall her milky eyes watching the other morph curiously. He looked like he had been through hell, his hair was a mess, patches of him looked like they had been graced by the blood of the dying.... She eyed the item in his hands; she didn't recognize it as anything significant. She hadn't been here long enough to know everything that he had been working on so she figured that it must be something that he had been working on away from everything. That or he finished it before she was here.... The morph shook her head a little bit at the trailing thoughts and smiled again, the warmth of the smile didn't extend up to her eyes but it in itself was meant to convey more than just warmth anyways. A brief moment passed and she brushed her mind against his again; she was trying to be gentle and quick. Prolonged duration of any psychic activity could have drastic consequences; wether it be from her or him... It could even be the fist of an over zealous Pangoro. She didn't dwell on the last bit too much...
Four or so month's right? It feels like it's been years really. After you left I was moved out and sent around in different departments. I'm told that I'll eventually be required to do some training but as of now I was told that they're trying to find someone I can learn from. Kinda funny if you think about it
The morph sighed a bit and leaned forward before scratching the side of her head with one of her claws. The corporation had been largerly unsure of what to do with such a creature in their midst for the moment; sending her to learn things technical would only make her in the end better as far as a solitary operator or even as a filler jack of all trades. She drew out a small picture and tossed it in the air; the picture traveled across the small distance between the two and landed on his work station. It was of an mostly empty field, a few posts and even a partially rotting house occupied one side of the picture. A grim expresion worked it's way onto the morph's face; her facial muscles refusing to comply completely at this point and made it look more like an angry snarl.
I went up there and visited it on my vaction, totally broken apart. The only thing that was even remaining was a tree past these couple wrecked parts. Thing being... It was a healthy tree.
The morph pushed herself off of the wall and took five steps almost coming eye to eye with Renris; her milky eyes were cold, unforgving and stared unblinkingly at him for a few moments. There would be a brief moment where one could question what she was going to do before she reached out and squarely booped his nose. It was a gentle poke, but she obviously thought they were getting off on a too serious note. She could be joville right? The old her used to be that way. Her mind brushed against his again a wry grin spreading over her face.
Which means that there's till hope, that tree was there for fifty years along with the town. If that thing is still there then the spirit's still there. Why wouldn't I come back anyways? I like it here, away from the stares, away from the judging gaze of those that thrust science in it's base at individuals who had the guts to say they'd try. In my opinion this is by far the best job I could have too. Learning things I wouldn't be able to learn anywhere else. With a good friend as well!
After a few moments she took note of the bandages and furrowed her brow noting that they problably hadn't been changed in a while. She pursed her lips and then leaned back her face taking on a rather amused look; she was tickled that he hadn't done much past just getting here and going straight to work. Really he was the stuff that she enjoyed dealing with; he could focus which made him even better of a friend, made him even better of an ally too. The cold eyes warmed up for a moment before she reached out again and firmly gripped his shoulder; friendly but also meaning to make her have a rather concerned overtone.
You should probably Change renris, you look terrible. We could probably change those bandages and wash your hair, come on work can wait for the moment. Body before brain else the latter be worried when the former stops working.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 833 ֍ NOTES: Tada! ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Renris Aldonar on Mar 7, 2014 21:36:02 GMT -5
The morph chuckled as he stood, one hand held onto his side gently. "Training, huh? So... I guessing you're assigned with me again until they find a suitable teacher for you. The way you look now... I don't think you need training, you would probably rip me up in second." He said in a joking way but he laugh was a bit nervous regardless. She could in fact take him down if she wanted but he knew she wouldn't do that although he felt like he deserved it after suddenly leaving his promise behind. He slowly shook his head to snap out of his guilty thoughts once more. "Are you alright? I guess we can play catch up for a bit." He said as he gently offered his chair to the other morph so she could sit.
His eyes seem to go a bit wide when he heard the story of her visiting the spot. "Life you say... something can still grow there?" He narrowed his eyes. "Then there's still time..." He suddenly turned to his prototype weapon. "I'll be able to help this time... just as a promised...." He muttered as his hands moved to place parts into the weapon. "This new weapon will be for that cause... I wont ever break a promise again..." He seemed to be off on his own rant as he worked. His mind was a mess and it was likely that she could tell from his actions.
He slowed down when she expressed her enjoyment around her. He pushed a smile across his lips and look back at her. "Good... I'm glad to hear that you've been treated better. You don't deserve the look of judgement... I don't care how we was born... your just as beautiful as any other person out there." He stated with a serious gaze in his eyes before he turned back to his wrench. "I'm not sure how much I can help but.. I'll teach you everything I know... including my secrets should I die... perhaps I can pass that knowledge down finally to someone trustworthy...."
Renris was good as focusing hell, how he was still able to work after coming home from a war is even beyond his mind. Despite the pain his body went through he didn't want to stop working. He wanted to get his prototype done, he wanted to get back to his work around the city, and he wanted to teach Tyrus everything about engineering just as he was suppose to four months ago. He looked fragile but looks can be deceiving and he was proving that without even knowing.
His ears twitch when he felt the hand on his shoulder, finally coming to a stop as he looked back towards her. "I'm fine... or I'll be fine." That was a bold lie, he would probably push himself before passing out. He almost did before but he was much healthier at the time. He wanted to keep going but yet he couldn't. It was as if his body was agreeing with her as much as his mind was trying to punish it.
He sighed and slowly nodded his head. "You're right... I should. I'll at least change my bandages... I'll worry about a hair cut later." He said as he backed away from his workbench which was messy with high tech parts. "So... mind filling me in or all that happened while I was gone? I'm sure... plenty has changed in four months." He gently patted her hand before turning to go towards the bathroom where he kept the first aid supplies, mainly in case anything happened to him when he was working. He wanted conversation as well while he was changing his bandages, it would make better instead of awkward silences.
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Post by tyrus on Mar 8, 2014 17:55:06 GMT -5
Rip him up? No I wouldn't do that... Too useful, too friendly...
The brief trail in her head made the spliced morph smile softly; he was always quite the gentlemen too offering her his chair. Last time that she had come her he had done the same thing; at least he had the respect for others it seemed. Or for her, either way made it easier for her to deal with him. Gave her a point to rely on; not that she needed to but she definitely enjoyed the sentiment. She wanted to reach out and assure him she didn't want to do that at all but she couldn't find the right words; so she merely nodded a bit. Grim thinking those lines; they were friends yet they were talking as though she was some kind of enemy. Amusing really considering the fact that either one of them under any other circumstance possibly could be. She realized that she wasn't saying anythign so she just merely let out a stiff laugh; she wasn't sure what else she could do about that sort of saying. She blinked a bit when he said that they should catch up; it'd be nice to cover the bases of where they were. She brushed her mind against his her thoughts a pale reminder of why she was like this in the first place.
Catching up huh? I wouldn't mind that. Though to be honest you look like you've been through alot yourself.
The morph smiled and took the offered chair keeping a concerned look upon her face, it was concern right? The furrowing of the eyebrows, the distant eyes? The slight frown? That's what it meant to be that way no? She reached out again and touched his arm her head awash with surface thoughts that seemed to be running a mile a minute from him. He wasn't completely lucid as far as the trail went but she didn't mind; it was always interesting to see how the mind flowed. She removed her hand however when he started to work on the weapon suddenly. She furrowed her brow further and wanted to stand but she was worried that if she moved too much he might bump into her and mess up what he was doing. Which if she really thought about it was probrably a horrid idea. She didn't want to go boom this early in the morning and hell she wasn't sure if he wanted to either. She brushed her mind against his again, a soothing overtone underplayed by the worry laced into her "words".
Life goes on reguardless of who we are or what we are. The tree there is a testament to that; what promise Renris? Something else or...? It's been okayish, it's not as hard as I thought to find those that sympithize with us as a species.
The morph paused and followed his movements again her hands finding themselves in her lap; she was curious what he was thinking deeper down. Surface thoughts only did so much for her but she didn't want to pry since those that knew she was psychic could easily detect if they were being probed or not. His statment about secrets and death made the morph stiffen considerably; she found herself biting her lower lip as he moved still she felt herself furrow her brow and she turned her head to the side a little bit. A crackle of energy danced over her whiskers and then down one of her arms before trailing off into the air. She was using alot of power just by communicating; it was good practice honestly and kept the power flowing fresh for her. The reason that she wasn't as strong before is because she was worried about using her abilities; it made the power stale and weak. At his statement of being fine Tyrus almost felt herself snarl but was able to keep it back before brushing her hand across one of his cheeks. Her mind touched his on a deeper level; the stress he was under became immediately apparent; She frowned a little bit and shook her head.
Don't lie to me renris, you don't need to be strong all the time, taking care of your body is important, without it the brain cannot do anything but wait to go insane.
When he actually agreed to go take care of himself the morph felt a strange sensation; much like that of relief. She had cared about him enough to dictate this emotion before hadn't she? That's where it was coming from; inwarldy she snarled but outwards she only let show a bit of a frown. Frowning was the easiest for her for some reason; it could just be because of all the negative influences she's had but other than that.... When he went to go change the bandages and then laid down asking what had changed in four months the splice froze for a moment. Could she tell him everything? No she couldn't, he was still a pravus link that wasn't deemed completely safe. She couldn't share nuru and she sure as hell couldn't share how much she had changed. She also couldn't share the few bits about her breaking down. She exhaled the breath she had been holding before gently moving the chair to where she could properly watch Renris change his bandages. She knew where to start; physical was easiest to explain so it wouldn't present a problem. Her mind established a firm link for the time being and she let her words drizzle forth.
Well... As you can guessed I got moved around quite a bit, there wasn't many places they could send me without having to constantly worry about me breaking somethign I wasn't supposed to. After a while they eventually placed me on some form of scouting, just going into dangerous area's and such for a while. Ruins, mountains... plains. Checking for infected but never finding them.
The morph paused and slowly pulled off her T-shirt her scars plainly obvious for the obstruction of her fur, the largest of them looking vastly more cruel than any torture man could devise. Her snout gained a frown and she leaned forward her shirt floating off to the side and placing it on his bed. She felt like she could breathe a bit easier, though she noted that she was still wearing the special choker. She always forgot to take it off, but she didn't mind since it always reminded her of the cold of her home; the metal touched nicely against her fur and skin.
I was on vacation the first time when I ran into a pair of Tyranitars, mated guarding a nest of their young. I was curious about it since I had never seen a nest like the likes they had. My curiosity cost me flesh and blood, cost me a good deal of time spent in recovery at the hospital. Made me realize that the world isn't a fun place to be if you're stupid about it.
She paused briefly and flexed her hands before gently running her hand down along her largest scar making her shiver visibly. Scar tissue felt much differently than her normal flesh; even back when she was human she didn't have large scars like this which made the morph all the more awkward. She didn't know how to deal with it other than just letting people assume about her; that's what she did about her smaller scars as a human anyways. Back when she had that "male pride" to talk about not caring about those sorts of things. The pause made her blink and then she continued her words taking a amused tone.
I learned about love and the vast differences between us and them. The species boundary that separates us from the normal society. It's a boundary that shouldn't be there, a boundary in all it's worth should be between us and them. Not them and us. We hold much more power than they do but why do we balk? Why do we worry? I saw the hardest part of that boundary come to fruition during that short two weeks. Hell I couldn't tell you much other than I saw a life lost; one that should't of been lost.
The morph almost spat out the last bit; her amused tone dropped when she asked about why they worried; she didn't seem to mind talking about some of the things that had caused her problems before. One could tell that much about the morph; she had hardened into something else, for better or for worse. Her face gained a smile and she looked at the closed entrance of the work center; two of her friends and a... guard were on the other side. The two friends were what brought her smile; it would be quite some time before she could call bast a friend.
Even amongst all that I found friends, Pokemon, people.... Strong pokemon, strong people not afraid of what the world has to offer. I even found a Tyrantram that seems to not give two flying fricks about what's between him and his loved ones. Carlo pretty much has demolished a building before when he heard me yell in surprise for stubbing my toe thinking I was under attack. The guys hilarious. You'd get along well with mack, jazz and salisbury. Though the last has a thing for eating rodents. I think you'd be fine though considering you're much closer to my size and not a rattata's...
The morph sighed softly and looked down at her pants; underneath there were some scars like her torso but no where as near dense. She could probrably count the scars on her legs easily while if she tried with her torso she'd lose count unless mack or jazz was helping. She bit her lower lip and then shook her head a sad note entering her words. She had sacrificed something for power and she always regretted that a little bit.
I traded a life for power, a life of one not my own. I traded innocence for the ability to do some of the things I do now. I traded the hate, the love, the worry of another for the strength I have now. I broke a tenant of some psychics just to put myself on the bar. I became a monster for day so I could have become a protector of the morrow; but you know? I look back and any other way I would of done it... I would of come out the same. I would go back and do it again GLADLY sacrificing my own integrity just to become stronger.
She clenched her fists and looked at Renris; wether or not he continued to work on his own body or not. She didn't mind sharing this bit with him; she knew that not everything that stained him was his own too. She could smell the difference somehow. Maybe it was the fact that she could see a colour difference or maybe it was just because she could tell because HE could. She didn't care, she just knew that neither one of them could ever go back to how they were before.
We became monsters not because we chose to, but because we had to else we'd be dead. Our reasons for this may be our own, but in the end both of us can walks paths knowing we did right. Knowing that we could indeed just go about it the same way and not blinking an eye the next time we had to be a monster.
The spliced morph took a deep breath and broke the connection a slight nosebleed following afterwards; she had expended alot of energy with all of the speaking and she felt strangely lightheaded. She wiped the blood away before standing, her eyes locking on to renris for a moment. She came up to him and gave him a hug; it lasted a long while and she sighed before putting her head on his shoulder another brief touch making her gain a headache.
Reguardless of what you've become know someone's there for you.
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 2053 ֍ NOTES: The longest feels ever. Such wow. ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Renris Aldonar on Mar 8, 2014 19:59:57 GMT -5
Renris stood in the bathroom staring at himself in the mirror. If he didn't look hideous before then he definitely did now. He sighed heavily as he removed his worn out shirt which only revealed more of the damage to his body. Aside from his arm wound he had bandages around his torso and one over his shoulders. They almost seemed dirty with dried splotches of blood over it. He chuckled when she mentioned him being through a lot. She had no idea. "I have but... I'll get into that later." He responded as if he was trying to shift the focus off of himself for the time being.
He slowly reached for the cabinet and opened it. Thankfully he still had his first aid kit. He didn't use it that often as if he hurts himself he tends to endure it but if it was serious then he would have to use the kit. In this case, he did need aid badly. As he opened the tin case he slightly looked back towards her, going silent for a moment as if he was trying to think of what to say. He soon sighed as he looked back into the mirror. "Sadly sometimes who we are is our life, our shadow, even our pain... at the same time however you're right... no matter how much we may come to hate who we are in the end it will never change. Maybe now I'm slowly starting to realize that." He admitted.
It didn't matter if he was constantly frowned upon even if he was raised as a child to believe that. His life was just like any other life. Did it really take nearly dying for him to realize mere common sense? When the question of his promise was brought up he looked sad. As he pulled away the bandage on his arm which was a healing gunshot wound he dropped the bloody bandages in the trash next to the sink. "I promise you that I would help you fight for your home... to clear it away of infected. Instead I failed to keep that promise by disappearing. I... wouldn't blame you if you was upset with me, hell... even hated me for not supporting as I said I would." He said as his hand moved to remove the bandage around his torso. It wasn't a gunshot wound but instead it was left by a bladed weapon, the fur there hasn't grown back just yet, it likely just started to heal.
Regardless the morph managed to push a smile across his lips. "You're more lucky than I am. I don't met many people who even want to have a conversation with me. If I do I could count on one hand and the time between them would have to be months, even a year." He chuckled. His smile still remained on his face even as his lie was caught. The way his mind was now... anyone would be tipping the line to insanity for being held captive for four months. The worse part is there are people who fought in wars and were prisoners for many years, what he went through was nothing compared to them. "You're right but... I fear I may be nearing insanity, if I'm not already there.
He falls silent when Tyrus was telling her story. While she was speaking he was dealing with his battle wounds, wincing a bit as he disinfected them. He looked saddened by her story thus far. "I'm.... sorry that happened to you. I don't know many things about the world myself even if I was born from a womb and not a tube... I'm glad you're still alive and you standing here today shows that it was not your time..." He said before he fell silent once more. He didn't want to intrude on her story too much.
What she said next actually had him thinking. It was true that morphs was a bit stronger than the average human but pokemon were stronger than them. As the same time him and Tyrus shared something very similar even if it was caused by different means. The cause of his appearance was due to his pokemon blood overpowering the human, which was very rare cause when it comes from natural birth. Yet it was so foreign to him, to learn that things that she had must have been an experience, even if it went bad. "I'm.... sorry." Was all he could say to the life that had been lost. Unjustified killing... he didn't know how to react to that truthfully.
For once however Renris' smile became a little more genuine. She really made some good friends along the way and he was really glad for that. She deserved something like that, for everything she's been through at least there was some light someone among the darkness. After a brief pause he started to dress his upper body's wounds. Even as he was tending to himself he didn't once advert his attention away from Tyrus. She had his attention and he was sure that she knew that.
Finally he finished with his upper body but he still had to deal knife wound on his hip which was hidden by his pants. He didn't want to touch that yet since he had guests so for now he pretended that it wasn't even there. He narrowed his eyes, trading a life of an innocent to gain more power seemed wrong, it even felt wrong to him but even he knew much better than that. "To trade power for life... its like making a deal with the devil himself. Yet... even I know that when you live in this world... you need to do anything in your power to survive. I.... I learned that in the harshest way. Maybe that's why I can understand why you did it without even giving a disgusted gaze. You did what you're must." Renris said with honesty.
He knew that he didn't have a choice in the way he was born yet he held back for so long due to that fact. He'd back because he was taught that he was always wrong and everyone was always right... it took blood to break those bindings he put on himself. "Monsters are always in us because they are apart of us... they always have been all along. Sometimes... if we want to do right we have to unleash that monster..." It was too late for him to resume life like he always has, after everything that happened he can't be the same, not anymore.
The morphs ears twitch when he noticed Tyrus' nose bleed from her reflection in the mirror. "Are you-" He got cut off when he was suddenly hugged. He looked surprised, almost as if he was overreacting to such a simple gesture. No one really touched him like that, he can't even remember the last time someone did hug him. He fell silent for a moment as if his mind was trying to figure out the right way to react and in a way he felt bad for that. It was hard for him to express kindness through physical contact. He only does what his body react and that was by bringing his hand to her cheek and rubbing it gently. After a long moment gentle caresses along her cheek he grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter and placed it against her nose to help with stopping the bleeding. "Heh... it seems like we both had a taste of hell... haven't we? The same hell that forces anyone to change. What a world we live in..."
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