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Post by Nuru on May 17, 2014 20:44:01 GMT -5
Now this is how you stay off the streets!
Ah, these past few weeks had worked out much better for this psychopath Gardevoir... well, sort of, at least. It didn't come to pass that Tyrus' home was the end-all place to stay: to be consistent was one of the more dangerous things that Nuru could do as a wanted Pokemon. Thus, Tyrus would never know when the Pokemon would end up in the apartment, but he had made it a point to visit quite a few times since their last encounter, to check up on this little 'cute' project.
But lately, the trail had been getting a bit heavier. Lines were beginning to be drawn, and the Gardevoir knew that he had to blow around a little smoke to stay in the shadows. Fortunately, he had a means of doing so through Tyrus... and, as such, this would not be a night where the Gardevoir warped in at 3 AM amidst sirens and the barks of Houndoom. No, this time he had planned to be there ahead of time, which was why the Gardevoir was sitting on the more comfortable chair in Tyrus' room, before Tyrus was even back from her shift?
"Let's see... cookbook, order catalog..." Heck, he was even rifling through her coffee table, trying to find something worth reading! "Ah, here we go... 'Stabilizing Psychic Power, Volume II". Let's see what this gets us." Flipping through to the center of the book, Nuru blinked, squinted, and doubled over in laughter. "Aha!' As if you could call 'that' stable... oh, I'm going to break a rib!"
He threw the book down, and collapsed back on the sofa in laughter. "Silly scientists... oh man, that was a good one..."
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tyrus
PRAVUS
Posts: 135
OOC Name:: Tyrus
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Post by tyrus on May 17, 2014 21:34:47 GMT -5
Just breathe dammit...
The morph let out a soft gasp of pain as she walked up the stairs, her side was smarting from a fall she had taken earlier when running after some idiots so she could try to get some information from them. She hadn't been able to keep up with them for multiple reasons none of which were at all pleasing to those who signed her paycheck. She was having a hard time focusing as of late too which made her powers wane a little. It was hard to focus when you were constantly getting shifted around in the work place only to wonder where you were going to end up next... As of late however her gig as an interrogator had been pretty simple cut and dry. Though there had been the few hiccups today that made her think that she might just need a bloody vacation. The morph had decided to take the rest of her day off and was happy that she had chose that; she had some books she wanted to put on order but kept forgetting to do so. In fact the only reading she had were things that the scientists at the lab even bothered with giving her. They were practically joke books written by a man that wasn't psychic himself.
And who would listen to a man that had no idea how it is to hear another's thoughts?
The morph took off her hat as she finally finished the second flight of stairs, she wasn't feeling too terribly hot today; though she figured that some time to kick up her feet might help. The woman let out a soft sigh and put a key to her door the lock clicking as she swung open the door. She stepped inside and closed it briskly not wishing to incur the wrath of her neighbors that had been complaining about noises from time to time. None of their complaints made sense either since she wasn't home when they said that they had heard them. She rolled her eyes as the lock clicked and her hat found the hook on the wall she often placed it upon. It wouldn't get smushed since no one else had the key save her. As of late bast had been staying at pravus instead of following her home as well so she was grateful that he wasn't here to just glare at her. The fellow didn't like her and she figured that he never would. She was halfway through taking off her coat and in the living room when she felt a familiar tingle in her spine as she noticed someone sitting on her chair. Normally she'd be angry because it'd be one of her pokemon, the arbok she didn't mind since he at least cleaned up after himself but he still didn't have a key. No the person who sat on this chair was one of the reasons she had developed so splendidly as a psychic... and as something else completely. It wasn't hard to notice how much she had changed since she met him... but all the same she felt as though she owed him. She briefly reached out a small brush was all that it took for her to recognize his presence fully; while a psychic wouldn't allow full access to their mind to another she was allowed to do this for the sake of communication alone else she'd have to silently try to convey her words to him. Her expression conveyed mild surprise, before she would of frozen at seeing her master in the flesh but she had slowly gotten used to it.
I wasn't expecting to see you again Master.... A bit of a surprise to say the least, I hope you have been well?
֍ TAG: tyrus֍ WORDS: COUNT 643 ֍ NOTES: Boop~ ֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Nuru on May 17, 2014 22:02:30 GMT -5
Ah, he felt it... that familiar psychic presence, trudging up the stairs from outside. Even before she came in the room, while she was still rifling across the hall, Nuru shot a brief glance towards the door. Hm? What's got her this flustered? He didn't think this thought with any degree of concern... no, in fact, he thought of it as even a sort of opportunity for himself. As she approached her own door, his focus briefly turned down towards the book, as if to 'pretend' that her coming home so early was a surprise. And, as quick as the doorknob turned, Nuru's psychopathic tendencies came into being: a pleasant smile crossed his face, a nod given towards the tired girl.
"Oh, I've been fine, dear Foxy." Still sticking with Tyrus' pet name, the Gardevoir moved over a bit on the sofa, a last glance given at the text he was holding before he closed it, tossing it atop a pile of magazines on the table. "I hope its been going the same for you? Well, I hope, anyway... you do seem like a sort of a mess." His voice became calm: he patted the seat next to him, gesturing for her to come closer. "C'mon, take a seat, Foxy. Tell your master all about what's going on."
It was as he programmed it: not wanting there to be any secrets, anything said with 'Foxy' was to be followed, and stringing it together with a tender voice seemed to make the transition less jarring. If she were to take the seat as he instructed, his arm would slip around her back, letting her head rest against his shoulders. "As for me, well, its been calmer. As you can probably hear, anyway... a nice quiet evening, with just the two of us. Just tell me what's on your mind; it'll feel good to get it off your chest."
He was still dragging her along by the finger, as it were. But once he heard what she had to say, well, things would definitely get more interesting. I know you have animosity towards them... we'll let it fester for just a bit, and then... oh yes. This will be fun.
He knew a little more about psychics than these conservative scientists, after all!
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