TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 22, 2018 19:11:14 GMT -6
MM hungy
Tom had wandered out a little further than usual, having wanted to secure stronger materials for his small pokemon hammocks. The material he had already was great, however it didn't stand up well against teething baby pokes, and while nobody had made complaints about it he wanted his products to last. He'd managed to make a deal, a delivery once a month for an incredibly reasonable price, with enough material and then some to make his weekly quota of hammocks. It had taken a good few hours of back and forth and explaining what he needed it all for, but now it was done he was feeling peckish as was his Swoobat. Pick had been complaining for the past hour he was hungry.
They were in luck. After asking for recommendations he made the trek to a small bakery. He wasn't used to being this far away from his shop, only ever scouting the woods and visiting the two local shops, so it took him a little while to find it. When he finally did though, stepping in was like walking into heaven. The place smelled like warm fresh baked goods that had his stomach growling and mouth watering. Immediately Pick was hovering by the display case with pokepuffs in, while Tom spent more time looking at the sugar dusted goods. He decided on what he wanted, grabbing Pick out of the air, making his way to the front, using one hand to grab money from his pocket. He figured the owner of the place was out back doing something, so he pinged the bell gently.
"Hush you." He tapped Pick's nose gently. "Stop that, you'll get food soon." Pick continued to whine anyway.
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 19, 2018 16:39:54 GMT -6
C H E A T E R
"You!" Tom gave Tord a shove - a hard but playful one - while Pick wiggled and beeped over the Shinx damn near clawing the top of their head. Thankfully Pick was fine, chittering angrily though making no move to get up off Tord's lap. "We're starting over." With that, he cancelled the tournament, starting up a new one. "If you cheat again I'll make Pick headbutt you."
No he would the fuck not. Pick screeched at Tom, before exhaling - deciding to nuzzle right up to Tord and all but purr, just to piss Tom off. "Have you been bribing him with treats? Have you been giving him treats while I'm not looking?" Tom figuerd Pick would go soft on Tord, but not by this much. "Traitorous little shit."
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 15, 2018 21:03:40 GMT -6
MOTHERFU-
Pick flicked their ears when they were battered at, waiting to see if it would happen again before they reacted. They weren't an aggressive pokemon, and boy did they know about baby pokemon, but they were also very fond of not having ear tags.
"Dude are we playing videogames or are you going to kill me?" Tom laughed, giving Tord a playful nudge once he was sat. Once the games started, Tom was pretty confident he was going to win. He was on the last stretch, Tord a decent way behind him on the track - when the controller suddenly wasn't in his hands anymore. "Hey!" Tom grabbed it once more, but too late, Tord had taken over and took the win. "That's cheating, you ass." He swiped at Tord's controller, out of spite more than anything since it now wouldn't affect a damn thing. "Good to know that hasn't changed at least."
Pbttttttt. Tom was an adult and he'd stick his tongue out at Tord if he wanted to.
Of course. Asshole. Lovable, wonderful, yeetable asshole.
Oh joy, rainbow road would be fun. Tom had no patience, but he'd have fun, and Tord would no doubt find his frustration hilarious. Maybe they could pretend it was like old times - where they'd hang out, have a dumb fight over a videogame then pass out in proximity, and pretend they didn't wake up cuddled up right next to each other. That never happened, not once not ever. Maybe once or twice.
Pick was satisfied simply waiting to nudge Tord along to Tom's room, only a little jealous that the Shinx was getting attention - squawking when they were yoinked out of the air. They put up a little bit of a fight, before settling against Tord, relaxing. Though he did chitter a little, had to act like they weren't an attention seeking dumbass.
Tom had already set up the console tv and futon, two controllers sat on the futon where he was. "I'm picking first." He stuck his tongue out at Tord, patting the space next to him. "I'm ace at this track."
Tom didn't want to go to bed, and by the sounds of things Tord didn't want him to either. Pick prodded at him with Psychic, not able to communicate but at least urge him to not be a stupid asshole. He thought for a moment, before 'checking' the time. "I actually thought it was later than this - want to o dick around and play games? I haven't got any overly new ones, but I've got fighting games and mario kart. If you pick rainbow road I will throw you again."
Of course, he was joking about that last part. He gesture for Tord to follow, heading to his room. Pick wiggled out of Tord's grasp, beeping at him to try and get him up and moving. They'd take Tord to Tom's room, first though they got hold of his hoodie and tugged, impatient to get him to stand. Sometimes self care is being dragged around by a bossy bat.
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 13, 2018 23:03:48 GMT -6
Ease off
Pick got the message and stopped, instead stayed still and tried to help calm Tord with soft noises, and keeping still despite the rough petting. If it helped, it helped, and it didn't hurt. Tom was starting to get the feeling there was an awful lot more to this tail thing than he'd expected, and that the time to talk about it wasn't right now. "I...sorry. I worried someone had done it to you." He offered a smile.
They'd never have that conversation. Tord would leave, they'd probably never see each other again. He'd be left not knowing, like last time, but with even more concern. He'd hate Tord all over again and cry over stupid feelings that wouldn't leave him alone. "I wont press. Do you need anything before I go to bed?" It wasn't that late but he was exhausted, and no doubt Tord would need some rest. He could trust Pick to come at least alert him if it sounded like someone was doing a runner.
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 13, 2018 22:26:47 GMT -6
Liar liar stop that or you'll set my fucking house on fire-
Imum was still alive and well, as much as Tom hated to think about it. He wasn't sure if that was the original Imum or the radicals that had cropped up, either way they took his friend from him. "I hope he's alright too - but hey. You know Edd. He's tough." Pick's trilling became just a little bit surprised when the petting got rougher, it didn't hurt but it wasn't pleasant. However, instead of moving, he cuddled closer, trying to help calm Tord with small psychic pulses.
Tom wasn't an idiot. His brow furrowed, though not in anger. Concern, fear. "...Tord." Tom's voice was a lot quieter than usual, calmer. Inside voices were fake, he had two volumes, tiny and too loud. "What happened? Did - did someone make you do it? Make you feel like you needed to?" His teeth ached, as they tended to when he felt himself getting angry, not as Tord, no. At whoever potentially made him do this.
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 13, 2018 21:10:51 GMT -6
Sore topic, huh?
Oh fuck yes. Pick was loving the attention, turning a blind eye to how the poor rattata was being chased about. It's fine, if it was that bothered it'd run up the shelves surely. They simply settled in Tord's lap, trilling gently. Maybe they'd forgive Tord for the crime of setting them down when they wanted cuddles - maybe.
"Your shinx chasing Vernin around? I'm sure." Tom teased, before trying to think about what to say regarding Tord's tail. There was a lot of worrying language there, if he was honest. He'd address what he was asked first, be polite and all that. "I came here with Edd, Matt decided to stay. We...kinda got split up, though. As we docked Imum attacked, and with having had to come on separate boats..." He shook his head. "I'm sure I'll find him at some point." Best not to think about the possibility he died.
Back to his concerns. "What do you mean by it's better without your tail?" A lot of emotions struck Tom - anger, protectiveness, sadness. He wanted to destroy whoever it was hat made Tord feel the need to cut his tail off. Sure, Tord abandoned him. Sure, he'd been devastated. He couldn't look back at the past now, though, not that he had Tord right there with him.
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 13, 2018 18:11:59 GMT -6
...Man he SHOULD have been looking at Tord's ass
With a laugh, Tom quirked a brow. "You caught me. I've been staring at your ass this whole time. Can you blame?" Jokes aside, though...he frowned, concern taking over. "Did something happen? If it was recent we can help it heal." Eugh he'd hate to lose his tail. He was dyspraxic enough he'd never stand again if he lost that!
Thoughts of all sorts of accidents and horrible events ht him like a freight train, even fears that Imum had done it to him at some point. He pushed away flashbacks of docking in Lyeant for the first time and having to run for his life, only seeing Edd for a split second on the other side of the dock before losing him - back to realiry with a shrill noise from Pick. "Also, that asshole will probably be sleeping in here tonight." He gestured at Pick. "He's missed you a lot."
Post by TOM RIDGIT on Apr 10, 2018 17:13:30 GMT -6
Attack of the timeskip
"..That's fair yeah." Before Tord leaves him again. It was coming, Tom knew it was, he still wasn't quite ready for it. Whatever, at least he got to see him again, right? On better terms, kind of.
After eating, Tom found himself in the spare room with Tord, checking on the free roaming residents, making sure they were all healthy and fed. "So...what happened to your tail?" Tom's own tail twitched at the thought of him having lost it. He was lucky to have it, all things considered he shouldn't, but whatever. It helped him with his shitass balance.
Maybe that was a personal question, maybe it wasn't, time would tell.
"Descriptive, I could get there with my eyes closed." Tom snorted, before returning to eating. Pick didn't settle for just a head scritch, of course. He did his best to cosy right up against Tord, softly trilling to try get attention, making Tom wonder just why he even had Pick in the first place. He'd always been pretty lovey with Tord, not that he was jealous. Nah. Definitely not.
He left Tord to eat for a little while though, guessing the guy hadn't slept in a few days. "After you've eaten you should go to bed. I've got an inkling, that you haven't actually slept in the past week. If you're struggling, Pick can help you out, since he likes you so much."
The noise Pick made at him was probably the Swoobat equivalent of a middle finger, just. Verbal.
Ok, so there were a few things wrong with this situation. First of all, he had a vulpix chomped firmly down onto the bottom of his pants, and he knew better than to try pry a pokemon off something it decided it wanted to bite. The second? This was most definitely going to attract the attention of the woman sat by the water. He tried to nudge the vulpix, offer another treat, heads pats...nothing worked. He tried to tug her along, but that... well. It didn't work.
Worse than the attention greedy pokemon attached to the leg of his pants? He'd been noticed. He damn near jumped out of his skin when he heard the woman's voice, turning to look at her, mentally planning what the hell to even do. Pick was hiding behind him, clinging to his back in good old bat fashion, no doubt waiting. Should there be need to strike, a surprise attack couldn't hurt their chances, could it?
"No, it's ok, really, I"
Hearing the tearing noise, he looked down quickly, eyes wide, a good quarter, maybe even a third, of his pants leg now just straight up gone, clamped firmly in Sera's teeth. He laughed shortly, nervously, he hadn't wanted to make a scene, just grab some water and leave!
"Don't worry about it." He waved a hand dismissively. "I know the struggles of having young pokemon." With that, he nodded, trying to take his leave while shielding Pick from view to the best of his ability. Nope, nope, no, not doing this, talking to people was hard enough as is, let alone talking to the enemy on enemy turf.
"I figured it might be something like that, you've always liked dicking with electronics."
Pick was unimpressed when they were simply placed on the table, having been expected to be carried and loved on up until Tord was getting his food. With a quiet huff, they take after Tom, already trying to cuddle up to him for food. "Traitorous little ass." He muttered, but fed them some bacon anyway.
Once Tord came back and took his plate and bowl, Tom was quick to yank Pick back, to prevent them begging from their guest, before turning the TV on. "Here's hoping I managed to mask the taste of the poison I put in yours." He was being an ass back, was all, he'd only just found Tord again he wasn't keen to get rid of him. "Have you set up shop far from here?"
Pick was loving the attention, trilling and chirping softly almost constantly while being pet. They were incredibly relaxed on Tord's lap, considering they'd been there when To had had his definitely not crisis over Tord just leaving. Tom decided to leave it down to himself being busy and Pick being a slut for attention.
"We were worried about you, it's a relief to hear you've been ok. Can I ask what you're working on, or are you going to be mr edgy msyterio man about that too?" The bacon was done, thank fuck. He plated that up after turning the hob off, and by the time that was done the broth was as good as done. A bowl of broth each and a plate of bacon, not a bad meal turnout. "Dinner's ready."
Managing to carry both plates and bowls with respective cutlery, he motioned with his head for Tord to follow him to the living room. Pick made no move to follow, clearly expecting Tord to carry him.
"Good boy." Tom got to work on the bacon, while Pick plonked himself happily on Tord's lap, chirping and demanding attention. Traitorous little shit. He knew what Pick was trying to get across, he just hoped Tord didn't. Swoobats evolving with love made them pretty popular for superstition regarding love itself and oh did his swoobat know it.
At the question, he smiled just a bit. "Good to know my reputation precedes me. It's been good, running this place. A lot more people know how to actually care for the pokemon they've chosen, bought and captured, and now I don't have to see every purugly in the area overweight with drooping whiskers." That had been a sad sight indeed. Something about skinny puruglies had been a very short lived trend, one he was glad to see the back of.
"How've you been? I know you wont tell me where, as much as I want to know, but... have you been ok?"
