Long ago, the region of Orre was a place of untold danger, where two groups: Cipher and Snagem, wished to rule the region through the power of shadow pokemon. Pokemon who's hearts had been closed and were used as machines to fight rather than as partners to the trainers who caught them. These groups were defeated by courageous young trainers who wished to free pokemon from these fates and restore peace back to Orre. That peace has lasted many years and perhaps has done more bad than good for the region of Orre. With so much peach, how will the region react to the rumors of Cipher returning once again? The peace has been a blessing indeed, but with peace always springs a new enemy that wishese to destroy it once again. Which side shall you choose in this endless struggle between peace and chaos?
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CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
Bones.
Brittle things that hold us together, full of interesting stuff. When they break, we crumble and literally become a pile of shit. We fester and ferment into something atrocious and depressing. How long does it take for a broken bone to heal itself? A wound of the flesh is nothing compared to such, for that damage will always remain just a day or so longer. We can splint our joints and re-align the bone, but simply knowing it's broken...
Eustace threw his head back in his seat. The main golden tile isle was behind him and nobody bothered to take a seat and join him for a drink. Winter was the best time for a nice shot of whiskey, but the joint lacked his favorite cola to mix it with. He was slumping, his black leather jacket's collar rising up to catch his cyan dyed hair. Or was it azure? He couldn't remember the color he picked this year, nor did he care. All he cared out was the lack of music and entertainment.
Fresh off the boat, he and Diego found himself in a bit of trouble. Well, to be precise, it was mostly Diego. The little runt of a gator got into a few fights with some kids and their critters. Blame his parents for the DNA, but he didn't come out of it unscathed. In fact, he was beaten to a black eye and cuts on his stomach. There was a brighter side to it all; he gained the ability to become a living fire hydrant that's been opened up.
Eustace chuckled at the ceiling, recalling his exact face and words; "Ain't half bad. Now pretend it's not a Hydro Pump." The little Totodile hopped around to face Eustace and just glared, wiping the dirt from his jaw and lunging to clamp at his arm. The last image the little gator saw was that of his Pokeball.
Even sitting down, he could feel Diego trying to break his way free and get revenge. It only made his master smile even more, to the point where his lips started to hurt.
A cackle to the air escaped, filling the space around. Floating his head back to the table, he gripped his glass and downed the entire thing, licking his lips of any drops that may have clung to his skin. It was smooth, but tasted a little like ginger. He couldn't smell it that well, but a drink was a drink.
Still, some company probably would've made it sting and burn better.
Diego is just chilling at home.
100%
scratch | leer | water gun
i'll gravitate towards you; i will, in the now, hate you
The smell of cigarettes and booze met Olivia's nostrils and she simply smiled. It was familiar to her. She recalled those excruciating months of her recruitment into Team Aqua, only to have it all blow up in her face. She was too feminine for them. Something along those lines. They blamed her last occupation, that of an amateur model, for that trait. Those grunts linked her femininity to weakness. She was fragile in their eyes. And so, Olivia tried to prove them wrong. The brunette made herself familiar with the dive bars that the Aqua higher ups visited and even went as far as to seduce a few, revealing her identity at the last moment and watch the horror form in their eyes. Blackmail was such a sweet thing.
Nevertheless, she was in Orre now. She was CipherEx. She was... not as strong as she wanted to be. Her pokemon were weak, her bank account a joke, and her web of informants and the like nonexistent. Olivia needed allies and needed powerful ones. Or, at the very least, ones that were easy to manipulate. And the place to find that was where she found the idiots of Aqua, at a bar.
Dressed in a revealing black crop top with blue jean daisy dukes and fishnet stockings, Olivia was dressed to kill. Her target? The blue haired man who just downed a shot. The brunette ordered two shots, not specifying whose tab to put it on, and took the seat across from the cyan haired man. "Mind if I take a seat?" Olivia asked, offering him a small smile. It wasn't like he would say no. She placed the two amber filled shot glasses on the table with a clank as they touched. Pulling one glass towards her, leaving the other, Olivia brought the small glass to her nose. "Tequila always was my lady." She said after getting a hint of the aroma from the drink. She then promptly downed the drink in one swift motion.
As Olivia reapplied her dark red lipstick, she said, "You're more than welcome to the other shot, Eustace." Her honey brown eyes locked onto his, gauging a response. While she didn't have much when it came to informants, she did have access to the CipherEx roster list and had a general idea as to where she could find her fellow teammates. Did he know who she was? Probably not. If he did, well, that left room for an interesting conversation. It meant Olivia wasn't the only one digging for info on those she worked with.
NOTES
Lotad ♂ - Swift Swim - 11 - BP 0/5 Astonish | Growl | Absorb | Nature Power
CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
What would one call the ability to hear someone coming towards them, even with their back turned? Intuition? A sixth sense of gravitation towards those whose own figure and presence caught the eyes of someone else?
A crocodile's sense of hearing is far stronger than that of a human. To hear footsteps going in one specific direction, amidst a room of sound and activity, was impressive. This was not the case. Though Eustace's back was turned, and the room was devoid of anything promising, he could hear someone coming. A quick wave of his hand to the waitress, and she went to fix him up with another shot. Hell, it might've been a waiter, but all that mattered was the scent of his drink.
"Mind if I take a seat?" His eyes were to the back of the building, eyeing nothing in particular. There was another group, dressed like sailors, and all feasting on the club's meat dish. Eustace tilted his head to the voice and grunted, knowing they'd sit either way. It was in the tone of her voice. There was charm, but now his eyes were focusing on the way those sailors ate.
With forks and knives in hand, tearing up that steak or fish- it was disgusting. It was so disgusting, he couldn't take his eyes away or acknowledge the two new shot glasses on either end of the table. His lips were parted, and teeth held together. To his guest, he probably seemed like a total moron, absentmindedly enjoying a freak show. After two more bites and a hearty belch, Eustace turned his head and gripped the new glass, staring down at the contents.
"Tequila has always been my lady. You're more than welcome to the other shot, Eustace."
His lips forced themselves shut, and he began to relax in his chair. The hairs on his arms were standing on end. One breath and he closed his eyes for about three seconds. His grip was tightening, but he lifted the glass and swirled it around towards his nose, breathing in that almost forgotten scent of a land rich in flavor. The bullet struck, but he wouldn't strike at that moment. She wanted to talk, so....
"Tequila has always been a lady. Goes down smooth, but kicks your ass if you keep asking for more. I just drink whatever I see."
Setting down the glass, he turned to where the waiter was coming from and shook his head. With a slow nod, they turned right around and left his table alone. Another breath and his left elbow settled onto the table, his cheek nestling with a crooked smile against a fist. "You have thirty seconds to explain yourself."
Diego is just chilling at home.
100%
scratch | leer | water gun
i'll gravitate towards you; i will, in the now, hate you
@olivia @tag
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Olivia watched with well trained eyes as Eustace heard his name come from her rouge painted lips. His mouth shut itself and he closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. It was just a few seconds or so, but it was enough. Olivia got enough information from that act alone and as his grip tightened around the shot glass, he confirmed her theory. Eustace didn't know who she was, and were she to have her way, he wouldn't know until she gave the information out. The more Olivia could get out of him before revealing her own identity would give her more leverage for the future.
Thirty seconds. The brunette seductress scoffed at her unknowing teammate's demand. Olivia crossed one leg over the other, her black stilettos shining in the dim light of the club, and snapped her fingers for the waitress to come by again. "One dirty martini." She ordered before turning her attention to the man across from her. Looking at her well manicured nails, Olivia asked, "Eustace, dear, what was it you just said?" She then put her hand down as she said, "Something about "going down smooth, but kicks your ass if you keep asking for more"? Perhaps you should listen to your own words and stop asking for more."
The waitress returned and handed Olivia her drink, who was then promptly dismissed with a wave of the brunette's hand. Taking a sip of her drink, Olivia added, "Lest you have your ass kicked."
NOTES
Lotad ♂ - Swift Swim - 11 - BP 0/5 Astonish | Growl | Absorb | Nature Power
CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
Listen to his own words? Oh, he was. His ears were perfectly tuned to the sound of his own voice and hers. Of course, he only fixed himself to a select few sentences. Her repetition was possibly an act of intimidation; something to force him to swallow whatever feeling was piling up in his gut and trying to come out.
He could've shut up, and he did, but only until she sheathed her verbal daggers and until the waitress was totally out of sight.
"... Lest you have your ass kicked."
Eustace frowned, his right arm falling to the side of the chair as he sunk and looked back down at the amber glass. To say he was thinking of taking the glass and tossing the tequila at her face would be spot on. To say he was considering walking out would be the perfect answer. And yet, he took that glass and downed the drink before slamming it back down in front of her. The group of sailors paused their bites to look towards the couple, Eustace returning to his previous posture.
"Listen lady, I don't know who the hell you are, how you found me, or why you know my name, but..."
In that instant, the club around him fell silent. Granted there was total silence aside from the clinking of utensils to porcelain and clay, there was hardly a breath. His smile became even more jagged, turning to a full sneer complete with leery eyes. Had Diego been out, the little scamp would probably just stare or even imitate his master. There was no response from his pokeball, suggesting the Totodile was asleep.
With his right arm reaching for the empty glass, his nails galloped in place, following just the rhythm of his heart. "I've a feeling I know who you are. That being said, you definitely know who I am and where I've been.
What do you want? I just came to drink in peace before heading home."
That blessing was cursed. The aftertaste was burning and stinging, but across every fiber of his skin.
Diego is asleep.
100%
scratch | leer | water gun
i'll gravitate towards you; i will, in the now, hate you
Olivia kept her face bored and impassive as the man across from her slammed the shot glass down, garnering the attention of the group of sailors a few tables over. Was he really that stupid? Were he to start a scene, which he had put the pieces into motion to do so, Olivia would look like the victim. The damsel in distress. And she sure as hell would play the part. In fact, she the scene was already playing out in her head. Olivia knew was well aware that the group of sailors were watching them, studying the two of them to see what would come. Were Eustace to be any more aggressive, or if Olivia got bored, she would go into action. Tears and whimpers would come forth, and with them, the sailors would arrive to her aide.
Eustace, however, took the act in a different direction. An odd and creepy direction. The blue haired man's smile became wild and insane with his eyes similar to those of pokemon ready to pounce. Olivia took a sip of her martini, unfazed by his sudden change, but sure to take attention those around her. She heard a creak of one of the chairs behind her, suggesting that either one of the sailors were uncomfortable or they were getting up. Either reaction worked in her favor.
Placing her martini glass on the table, Olivia began to speak, "I wanted to talk, dear." She then took another sip of her drink, the dark red lipstick staining the glass, and continued, "However, you seem to be as aggressive as I would have thought. Quick to anger slow to speak, as they say, hm? The lights may be back on here..." Olivia paused, catching his eye at her comment before continuing, "... Yet, they seem to be a bit dim when it comes to wits."
NOTES
Lotad ♂ - Swift Swim - 11 - BP 0/5 Astonish | Growl | Absorb | Nature Power
CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
Those sailors could do whatever the hell they wanted- Eustace was ready with tooth and nail. They could grab him by his shoulders and he'd snap like a Carvanha under a feeding frenzy. They'd be krill packed with protein, but they'd taste like total crap. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time.
He dropped his posture, leaning back and pushing the chair out to kick his feet up and prop himself to the entrance of the building. The chairs around him were creaking with the pressure of a new audience. Nothing but more sailors; all the kids and families were home for the afternoon. Two tables had already been full before Eustace arrived. This third one, closer to the entrance, would be the last he witnessed.
The smell of fresh meat being cooked filled the air, making Eustace take a deep breath and pat his stomach. His tongue was scraping the backs of his teeth, recalling a moment where he had the best damn Tauros Steak this side of Kanto.
The chef was a former member of his previous employment. The organization's name didn't mean anything to him but the dust under his boots. He was old and experienced, but the funny thing about him was his name- Eustace Edwards. He was tall and muscular, wearing a bright blue bandana to cover part of a scar on his scalp, though it traveled around his left eye and down to his chin. Every Sunday night, Eustace would meet his twin and learn how to cook.
His last meal was Edward's best, as the day after he'd be deported to his home on account of treason. Eustace recalled every fiber of that meat being pulled from his teeth, and every drop of that spicy sauce which stung his tongue. Right now, before this woman, Eustace was licking his lips. He blinked twice and brought his feet back down, scooting his chair in and straightening his back. Fingers intertwining with his own, he'd take a breath and smile at his guest.
"Terribly not sorry, I was trying to forget you away. Hmm.
I'm not as dim as you think, my dear. I am easily pissed off, yes, but I'm still learning to control my anger. I can keep it at bay unless... You decide to act like a total fool."And say something you regret.
Diego's pokeball was shaking, and the sphere attached to his belt fell off and broke open, releasing the little gator on the woman's left side. Eustace sighed and closed his eyes, moving the spheres under his lids in Diego's direction. His head made a slight turn, and he frowned. "I thought you were sleeping... Go make friends with the sailors, eh? I don't want you getting caught in my shit."
With a small yawn and a nod, the little Totodile walked around the lady, taking an empty seat in the table behind her. All of the sailors said their hellos, one of them ushering their waiter to hurry with their meals. Three full plates and a tray of drinks wobbled to them, and Diego felt his stomach growl as that intoxicating aroma filled his space.
Eustace opened his eyes and tapped the rim of his not-so-new glass."Now then... What do you really want, Olivia? As soon as Diego and them finish eating, I'm going to leave."
Diego is out making friends and enjoying the smell of steak.
100%
scratch | leer | water gun
i'll gravitate towards you; i will, in the now, hate you
The blue haired man had more to him than meets the eye, or at the very least, he wasn't a complete idiot. Which worked out perfectly for Olivia. She needed a strong network of malleable yet useful allies, of which Eustace seemed to be a prime candidate. Olivia knew he had violent tendencies from his profile with CipherEx but that was about as in depth she could get with paper and pen. In person, however, the brunette learned more from the few interactions they had just had than she would have if she spent hours pouring over his files. He was indeed quick to anger and straight to the point, but the cyan man before her was by no means stupid. And that was exactly what she needed. Someone who could be blunt and aggressive, yet also capable of figuring out the situation were she not there.
Ignoring his thinly veiled threat and comments, Olivia took a few sips of her drink as the Totodile waddled over to the sailors. "I simply wanted to learn more about you, Eustace. I've gotten what I wanted, but the real question is what do you want? Why are you here?" Olivia asked, her eyes never leaving those of the man across from her.
NOTES
Lotad ♂ - Swift Swim - 11 - BP 0/5 Astonish | Growl | Absorb | Nature Power
CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
Fading.
The entire club around him was fading. It was much like that moment in time where one has a memory that seems to span for hours, yet happens in an instant.
There were no sailors. There was no fragrance in the air. Tables, chairs, everything except Olivia's words echoed in the black expanse of his unveiling memory. "What do you want? Why are you here?"
If time could stop, as stated before, it would do so right now. Eustace's eyes were becoming clouded with black and white images of the cruise ship. He was taken back to the time he became a member of the Jones' family. Life carried on, but how would one deal with the knowledge of knowing such a thing, and so early? Three days gone and now it was a permanent departure- a truly gone fishing amalgam.
If a society made for souls did exist, then he always prayed they were happy living the lives they tailored for themselves. He prayed they watched over him when needed, and understood his burning desire. As for that paper...
Headline didn't matter. Subscript was misleading. Only that pre-departure picture became engulfed in flames and pressed into his memory with a cattle prod. Why was he here? Why the fuck was anyone here to begin with? People grow up. People love, people hate, people lust, people destroy. People die. They unknowingly die with a smile on their face and probably accept their fate.
Ain't scared of death? Everyone's afraid, but they just fake courage and cry into their last breath, hoping nobody hovers above and catches it into their ear. Everyone fears death. Even the same men and women of whom destroyed that ship. Even the Wailord of whom supposedly cracked the hull. But did the ship sink, or did it become a funeral pyre?
That is why he was here. That is why his face changed to a straight line and his posture melded into of one of a man ready to grab the knife and slit the throat of the one that asked, "What do you want? Why are you here?"
His eyes closed, the room returning to normal. The clock began to tick with a single sweep of his eyes to Diego, and then to Olivia. He was wishing the glass never emptied. He wanted to feel the sweet burn of the tequila flooding his throat like the smoke from a fire of any size. Then he wanted to cast it all to the ocean, but just one word was all he could muster.
One simple word, that probably meant nothing to Olivia.
And that word was, "Libra." Diego stopped mid meal, turning back to Eustace with a sympathetic glimmer in his eyes.
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