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[Surprise, Solus, you got a text from one of the lowly mortals you lowkey offended!]
I'm back in Goldenrod, if you did want to meet in person.
[please don't make him regret this]
I'm back in Goldenrod, if you did want to meet in person.
[please don't make him regret this]
Steven usually goes out on the lower roof for his breaks at the radio tower. Mostly because he can. It's been half a year since he and the others escaped from El Pecador's basement, but he's got five years of being trapped underground to recover from. The chance for a breath of fresh air, the sensation of the endless sky above him... these are, in a very real way, precious to him.
Especially now that the weather's better. Oh, but he'd frozen his ass off up here back in February.
It's almost time for him to get back to the newsroom, though, so it's with great reluctance that Steven turns back to head inside. He'd much rather come back from break early this week if anything. It made a good impression.
Which is why his stomach turns to ice when he sees Sollus coming up the stairs to the roof from the other direction. Not this shit again.
Especially now that the weather's better. Oh, but he'd frozen his ass off up here back in February.
It's almost time for him to get back to the newsroom, though, so it's with great reluctance that Steven turns back to head inside. He'd much rather come back from break early this week if anything. It made a good impression.
Which is why his stomach turns to ice when he sees Sollus coming up the stairs to the roof from the other direction. Not this shit again.
Edited 2020-05-21 16:37 (UTC)
So did you completely forget when I warned you, twice about going after Tyler? Or are you purposefully looking for me to shove my seven inch heel up your ass?
hey princess
why wuz the hypno so full of energy?
cuz he wasnt DROWZZEE anymore!
love ya <3
why wuz the hypno so full of energy?
cuz he wasnt DROWZZEE anymore!
love ya <3
Good evening, my dearest Hades. I hope that this message finds you well. At the bath houses, I was given the chance to disclose the woes of my long journey to some fellow men. They informed me that if one is apart from his beau for too long that it is local custom to send prurient images of one's figure...
Are you prepared to receive such a photograph?
Are you prepared to receive such a photograph?
We finally made it to the hotel a couple hours ago. Estinien tells us that it should only be a handful more days until we arrive... I admit, I haven’t been made to wait like this in so long that I’m not sure if I’d be able to recount it accurately.
Oh yes. I nearly forgot. A self-described “coworker” of yours decided to contact me.
Oh yes. I nearly forgot. A self-described “coworker” of yours decided to contact me.
[Hythlodaeus stays seated, allowing Hades to see the others out, timing his attack. He's pretty quiet for such a large person. The moment Hades closes the door and begins to turn, Hythlodaeus slams his shoulders against the door with slightly more force than he had intended. He curses having to crouch so much just to kiss him, and realizes he can just...
He drags him up by the shirt fronts, hands twisted hard into the fabric and pinning him against the door. He kisses him like he hasn't seen him in a long time. Which... Is true. He breaks the kiss panting, mask beak laid against the side of Hades's nose as he locks eyes.]
You have no plans for the evening, I hope.
He drags him up by the shirt fronts, hands twisted hard into the fabric and pinning him against the door. He kisses him like he hasn't seen him in a long time. Which... Is true. He breaks the kiss panting, mask beak laid against the side of Hades's nose as he locks eyes.]
You have no plans for the evening, I hope.
[Tyler has honestly been trying to think of a way to segue into this politely without seeming just abruptly curious, but he's still not quite okay enough with Solus's general existence to want to have to make extended smalltalk with him.
So a couple of days after he decides he wants to do it, he finally just asks outright.]
Is it alright if I ask you some more about Zodiark?
So a couple of days after he decides he wants to do it, he finally just asks outright.]
Is it alright if I ask you some more about Zodiark?
I remember you saying something about moral debates being something your people did. And I guess this popped up later than I meant, but what do you mean by morals?
Call me curious.
[It's more than that, but this is the easiest way to go.]
Call me curious.
[It's more than that, but this is the easiest way to go.]
Hey. Did you know Steven was under the impression I was some kind of precious cherry-boy? He legit believed I was a virginal innocent you were despoiling.
[Hythlodaeus stands in the kitchen, arm in a splint as he frowns at dinner still unmade. It's been a slow-going process between the distractions of pain, painkillers, and berry weed.]
[So if Hades was expecting a meal after his day of work, he might have to dig for some leftovers. Or take over the meal prep.]
[So if Hades was expecting a meal after his day of work, he might have to dig for some leftovers. Or take over the meal prep.]
[ Hythlodaeus stands in the room with the best lighting in the nude safe for his splint and sling, camera turned on selfie mode as he snaps a few pictures. He pulls his phone back into range, biting his lip as he scrutinizes them.]
[ Hythlodaeus has only become more restless as the days went on. It was incredibly clear by now that he was woefully under-stimulated.]
[ But... it was also a cool, lovely day. He caught himself looking wistfully out the window as he began to speak to a barely awake Hades.]
...I would like to go somewhere today.
[ And as the words passed his lips, he became dead set on such a thing. He reaches over, placing a large hand on Hades’ shoulder as he leans in. ]
[ But... it was also a cool, lovely day. He caught himself looking wistfully out the window as he began to speak to a barely awake Hades.]
...I would like to go somewhere today.
[ And as the words passed his lips, he became dead set on such a thing. He reaches over, placing a large hand on Hades’ shoulder as he leans in. ]
[It had been only been two days staying at Emet-Selch's place in Goldenrod, before this. Besides it being strange that the Scions made this their base, the stay was fine enough. But now, now as he laid on the futon upstairs trying to rest, did he hear a most unfortunate commotion downstairs.
Ah. Well. At least it sounded like these guests were enjoying themselves, he just didn't want to listen in to the whole event. So grabbing his cat (who had started to already go to investigate, something Ardbert wanted no part of) he took himself quietly over to Emet's side of the house to wait it out. He had already taken his armor off so sneaking out wasn't too much a problem.
He quickly finds his way to Emet's fridge though after dumping his Meowth off to roam free. He deserves whatever booze he can find for this. No announcement of his arrival, no trying to see if Emet is even home. Nope. Just straight up raiding your fridge.]
Ah. Well. At least it sounded like these guests were enjoying themselves, he just didn't want to listen in to the whole event. So grabbing his cat (who had started to already go to investigate, something Ardbert wanted no part of) he took himself quietly over to Emet's side of the house to wait it out. He had already taken his armor off so sneaking out wasn't too much a problem.
He quickly finds his way to Emet's fridge though after dumping his Meowth off to roam free. He deserves whatever booze he can find for this. No announcement of his arrival, no trying to see if Emet is even home. Nope. Just straight up raiding your fridge.]
Edited 2020-08-08 03:42 (UTC)
Steven says he wishes not to engage in troll romance with you, and to ask Dirk about it to illuminate the details for you.
[After a heist well done, Hythlodaeus is brimming with energy. He scrolls through his phone and sighs in the sort of way to bait Hades into asking him what seems to be the issue! He's very obviously looking at Gravlr.]
[One evening, a few days after everyone returns from Sinnoh, Emet-Selch will return home to find that someone has... left a package for him? Or at least, it has the name Emet-Selch written in neat cursive on a tag attached to it, which isn't signed. The package itself once unwrapped and removed from the plastic is revealed to be a large assortment of poffins in what appears to be a decorative crate made of balsa wood, with little silhouettes of Dialga and Palkia stenciled all along the side. On top of the lid there's a picture of Mount Coronet painted to look straight from a travel poster, with words that read: A GIFT FROM SINNOH...
Honestly, it looks like something you'd pick up in an airport as an expensive afterthought.]
Honestly, it looks like something you'd pick up in an airport as an expensive afterthought.]
I wasn't entirely sure how to start this message, so excuse the... time between them.
But I wanted to... apologize for how awkward everything was back there. Had I known I would have, uh, arranged for other methods of meeting.
But I wanted to... apologize for how awkward everything was back there. Had I known I would have, uh, arranged for other methods of meeting.
[After whatever the hell this is, I take a few seconds to assess the situation and myself.
Hythlodaeus may very well be dead. If he's not, he's doing a pretty passable impression of it--and I've seen some dead people in my time. Hell, I've been some dead people.
But even if he is, it won't last. He still made one hell of a fucking mess on his way out, though. And it... certainly made an impact. Maybe not the one he meant to have--but, well, it wouldn't be the first time, and I'm long past any kind of shame about what kind of monster I can be.
My other problem, though, is that by pretty much any moral framework worth a damn, informing Solus is now my responsibility.
So I spend a few minutes doing some gesture sketches of the scene--luckily the live feed doesn't appear to be on any kind of timer, and it's not like Hythlodaeus is getting any more or less dead while I draw.
Then I attach the file to a text and send it to Solus' Gear number with a short message.]
Go home.
Hythlodaeus may very well be dead. If he's not, he's doing a pretty passable impression of it--and I've seen some dead people in my time. Hell, I've been some dead people.
But even if he is, it won't last. He still made one hell of a fucking mess on his way out, though. And it... certainly made an impact. Maybe not the one he meant to have--but, well, it wouldn't be the first time, and I'm long past any kind of shame about what kind of monster I can be.
My other problem, though, is that by pretty much any moral framework worth a damn, informing Solus is now my responsibility.
So I spend a few minutes doing some gesture sketches of the scene--luckily the live feed doesn't appear to be on any kind of timer, and it's not like Hythlodaeus is getting any more or less dead while I draw.
Then I attach the file to a text and send it to Solus' Gear number with a short message.]
Go home.
[Well, he'd been told to bring back souvenirs. Not that he hadn't considered bringing back some small token or other, that's what people do, right? He has no idea.
So, on a second trip back to the Underground, he'd found an interesting fossil, then in the other towns they'd visited, a couple of bottles of interesting-looking alcohol. Since. Well. They have a type.
Before the call Hythlodaeus had put out, he'd intended to just leave it for Solus to find, but after he thought to make sure that the man was in one piece--still, though, he knows better than to just walk in despite having a key. So, he knocks.]
So, on a second trip back to the Underground, he'd found an interesting fossil, then in the other towns they'd visited, a couple of bottles of interesting-looking alcohol. Since. Well. They have a type.
Before the call Hythlodaeus had put out, he'd intended to just leave it for Solus to find, but after he thought to make sure that the man was in one piece--still, though, he knows better than to just walk in despite having a key. So, he knocks.]
[Some time after Elidibus' post does Ardbert find himself calling up Emet-Selch. An oddity perhaps as he's usually more likely to just go over to the other side of the house.]
Tell me. Do you plan on bringing him back here?
[Short, sweet and straight to the point. There's no hiding his sour expression and if Emet's been keeping tabs on his recent activities it's probably no secret he has been drinking today already.]
Tell me. Do you plan on bringing him back here?
[Short, sweet and straight to the point. There's no hiding his sour expression and if Emet's been keeping tabs on his recent activities it's probably no secret he has been drinking today already.]
Hey, Hades. I've got a friend who I'd like to introduce to you and Hythlo. You don't have to meet him, but I think he'd benefit by getting to know either one of you. You've probably seen him before--he comes often enough to Fight Club for the matches.
I'd told him about how Hythlo's my therapist, you see, and it came out that his people--he's not normally human--don't have any sort of mental healthcare and so I thought it might be valuable for him to meet people who know about those things.
And I think you'd like him anyway. He's one of those noble hearts you're so fond of.
I'd told him about how Hythlo's my therapist, you see, and it came out that his people--he's not normally human--don't have any sort of mental healthcare and so I thought it might be valuable for him to meet people who know about those things.
And I think you'd like him anyway. He's one of those noble hearts you're so fond of.
Edited 2020-10-25 08:04 (UTC)
[ After precisely a week, yet without warning, Hythlodaeus opens his eyes. He looks around, gazing at his hands, the ceiling, noting Hades next to him, and finally catching his reflection in the nearby mirror. ]
[ So that's how it was. Just as Hades had. Gone and back, with... ]
[ He checks how much his shaved down hair has grown out. A week, then. His hand finds his neck, bandaged, though he wonders if it could have been that bad. He looks around his person, finding a glass of partially melted ice chips. ]
[ Hades must have been cleverly keeping him hydrated this way. He lets out a sleepy sigh as he hauls himself into an upright position and drinks greedily from the glass. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and turns to Hades as the memories from that fraction of their home danced through his mind's eye. He clears his throat.]
...Another, please.
[ So that's how it was. Just as Hades had. Gone and back, with... ]
[ He checks how much his shaved down hair has grown out. A week, then. His hand finds his neck, bandaged, though he wonders if it could have been that bad. He looks around his person, finding a glass of partially melted ice chips. ]
[ Hades must have been cleverly keeping him hydrated this way. He lets out a sleepy sigh as he hauls himself into an upright position and drinks greedily from the glass. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and turns to Hades as the memories from that fraction of their home danced through his mind's eye. He clears his throat.]
...Another, please.
Dirk has the decency and basic sense not to hover conspiciously outside Emet's bedroom window for hours, waiting for a moment the man is both present and alone. Instead, he has Plush Rump do it, albeit in the form of a lurking shadow and not a full ass-out possessed doll.
Dirk waits on the roof in a supine position, both for comfort and to reduce his visibility from the street (or neighbouring windows.) He's sure that Hythlodaeus' swarm of cutieflies is aware of him, but it's hardly unusual for him to be 'around' in a general sense. It gives away literally nothing.
Once Emet's there, though, Dirk drops off the roof, freeing Plush Rump to have some 'fun' on his own while Dirk uses a couple of knuckles and raps on the windowpane.
Once he has Emet's attention, he flashes the bright orange crystal concealed in his palm, expressionless as ever.
Dirk waits on the roof in a supine position, both for comfort and to reduce his visibility from the street (or neighbouring windows.) He's sure that Hythlodaeus' swarm of cutieflies is aware of him, but it's hardly unusual for him to be 'around' in a general sense. It gives away literally nothing.
Once Emet's there, though, Dirk drops off the roof, freeing Plush Rump to have some 'fun' on his own while Dirk uses a couple of knuckles and raps on the windowpane.
Once he has Emet's attention, he flashes the bright orange crystal concealed in his palm, expressionless as ever.
Edited 2020-10-29 03:38 (UTC)
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