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asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
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[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]
[Two days after the disaster memo, he'll get a text from Steven.]
Look. I don't blame you if you're still pissed off at me about that memo. *I'm* pissed off at me about that memo. I was a presumptuous *ass* and you have every right to tell me to fuck off again.
That said, I mugged some asshole the other day and ended up with a bird like yours, so if you still want to work on the whole psychic bird translation thing, today's one of my half-days.
Look. I don't blame you if you're still pissed off at me about that memo. *I'm* pissed off at me about that memo. I was a presumptuous *ass* and you have every right to tell me to fuck off again.
That said, I mugged some asshole the other day and ended up with a bird like yours, so if you still want to work on the whole psychic bird translation thing, today's one of my half-days.
[Congratulations, he is still mad at you. Good call.
.........however he does want to work on the psychic training. And he doesn't hate Steven, he's just. Petty and disappointed.
So. He's not going to be nice. But he'll at least reply in under fifteen minutes.]
My training finishes in a few hours. Meet you in the gym.
.........however he does want to work on the psychic training. And he doesn't hate Steven, he's just. Petty and disappointed.
So. He's not going to be nice. But he'll at least reply in under fifteen minutes.]
My training finishes in a few hours. Meet you in the gym.
After sex with Jack--which was amazing, even better than usual, and he definitely needs to steal things and strangle guards more often if this is the reward he gets--Steven really does mean to go and check to see that Tyler's okay after his first heist. Lydia, he's not so worried about. Not with everything she's done--and god, someday he needs to get her to tell him more about Wonderland, because it sounded utterly amazing. But Tyler... Tyler he doesn't know about. Even if Tyler is like them--and is it terrible that part of Steven hopes he is?--that doesn't mean he'd have necessarily known that he was until the heat of the moment.
Steven remembers freaking out over his own first heist, over how much he'd like it. He doesn't want Tyler to have to deal with that longer than he has to.
Except it doesn't really matter what he wants when he closes his eyes for a moment and suddenly it's morning and Jack's getting out of bed and Steven realizes that he might have fucked up a little again, but he can get on things now.
So once he's conscious enough to type into his phone, Steven gets his bathrobe out and one of his pairs of pajama pants and heads down the hall to the guest room they'd given Tyler, texting him on the way.
Hey. How are you feeling? First heists are... kind of overwhelming. I know mine was.
Mm, he can already smell Jack making something nice in the kitchen.
Steven remembers freaking out over his own first heist, over how much he'd like it. He doesn't want Tyler to have to deal with that longer than he has to.
Except it doesn't really matter what he wants when he closes his eyes for a moment and suddenly it's morning and Jack's getting out of bed and Steven realizes that he might have fucked up a little again, but he can get on things now.
So once he's conscious enough to type into his phone, Steven gets his bathrobe out and one of his pairs of pajama pants and heads down the hall to the guest room they'd given Tyler, texting him on the way.
Hey. How are you feeling? First heists are... kind of overwhelming. I know mine was.
Mm, he can already smell Jack making something nice in the kitchen.
It's the vibrating of Tyler's Pokegear through his pillow that wakes him up, and he doesn't immediately reply to it because he has to get through that moment of sudden-wake-up-where-am-I panic before he remembers their fucking busy night.
Well. That sure had been a thing.
He sees Isis start to stir on the pillow next to his, before he reaches under his pillow and grabs the phone, squinting at the sudden burst of bright light in his face. Screen brightness, he will figure you out yet.
Still nauseous. Though now, he realises as his stomach growls, he could just be hungry. That was actually kind of cool. Everything went off so smoothly.
Well. That sure had been a thing.
He sees Isis start to stir on the pillow next to his, before he reaches under his pillow and grabs the phone, squinting at the sudden burst of bright light in his face. Screen brightness, he will figure you out yet.
Still nauseous. Though now, he realises as his stomach growls, he could just be hungry. That was actually kind of cool. Everything went off so smoothly.
Okay but I just realized you probably don't know about smuppets and you need to they are the STUPIDEST THING
Tyler just squints at his phone.
I know we're both from the same world but what the FUCK is a smuppet.
I know we're both from the same world but what the FUCK is a smuppet.
As usual, Steven gives Tyler two days to calm his ass down before he tries approaching him again after a blow-up.
You were right about Jack. He wasn't happy. He wasn't *pissed off*, but he was mildly annoyed and made a few sarcastic comments. I offered to replace what I took and more, so guess who's learning how to cook drugs now?
Also, uh, sorry about that asshole comment I made before about Wizened. I didn't expect high me to go as far as be a bitch to the person I was *talking* to.
Your Durance was definitely worse.
You were right about Jack. He wasn't happy. He wasn't *pissed off*, but he was mildly annoyed and made a few sarcastic comments. I offered to replace what I took and more, so guess who's learning how to cook drugs now?
Also, uh, sorry about that asshole comment I made before about Wizened. I didn't expect high me to go as far as be a bitch to the person I was *talking* to.
Your Durance was definitely worse.
Of course he was right.
It's not a competition. I was mostly mad you were just being a presumptuous asshole. I don't care if you're a bitch at me, you can do whatever the fuck you like. I just don't want to hear about other people's fucking sex lives. Or lack thereof, or whatever else you've decided offends you about Dirk specifically.
It's not a competition. I was mostly mad you were just being a presumptuous asshole. I don't care if you're a bitch at me, you can do whatever the fuck you like. I just don't want to hear about other people's fucking sex lives. Or lack thereof, or whatever else you've decided offends you about Dirk specifically.
Have you heard about this whole supposed "prom" thing that this place evidently does?
I have not, no. Sounds like it'll probably be huge and unpleasant.
[Tyler, how do you feel about getting a text message first?]
Answer the damn phone, I need you to see something on video real quick and then I'll switch back over. It's important to what I'm gonna be saying.
[If he does, she's absolutely going to just show how unimpressed she is before panning over to Nex and Faris hoarding eggs. And clicking back off to go back to text.]
I'm going to take a guess that Dexter got up to more than we thought or this is payback for kicking them off the bed.
Answer the damn phone, I need you to see something on video real quick and then I'll switch back over. It's important to what I'm gonna be saying.
[If he does, she's absolutely going to just show how unimpressed she is before panning over to Nex and Faris hoarding eggs. And clicking back off to go back to text.]
I'm going to take a guess that Dexter got up to more than we thought or this is payback for kicking them off the bed.
[He does answer the damn phone, looking equally unimpressed and mildly confused at Lydia - but then he sees the eggs, and his eyebrows go so high.]
Oh.
I would. Assume so? [Both? Yes? Fuck.]
Oh.
I would. Assume so? [Both? Yes? Fuck.]
Edited 2020-04-23 03:09 (UTC)
So I am dating a six foot fucking toddler who fights *dirty*.
We're going to need to call 'Jack's' something else because the only thing I can think of that he'll accept as a reason he wasn't mentioned in my help wanted video is that if our dive bar/fight club goes under--which it very well fucking *could* because only one in six new restaurants or bars survives in the long term--then it's probably better if his name and image aren't everywhere and he's not *officially* associated with a failure.
And then if/when we succeed *then* he gets to open up the Club Handsome of his dreams.
We're going to need to call 'Jack's' something else because the only thing I can think of that he'll accept as a reason he wasn't mentioned in my help wanted video is that if our dive bar/fight club goes under--which it very well fucking *could* because only one in six new restaurants or bars survives in the long term--then it's probably better if his name and image aren't everywhere and he's not *officially* associated with a failure.
And then if/when we succeed *then* he gets to open up the Club Handsome of his dreams.
Edited 2020-04-29 07:45 (UTC)
Tyler just stares at that dumbass message for a few moments.
Kind of seems like your boyfriend has issues. Getting all stroppy because you're not including him in ONE thing.
Kind of seems like your boyfriend has issues. Getting all stroppy because you're not including him in ONE thing.
[While cleaning out his PC, Dirk is reminded of a certain something he'd caught and never quite dealt with.
Well.
He works in the same department as Tyler; the man isn't hard to find.
He strolls up, underhands a Pokeball to him with a single word ("Catch.") that he knows won't be heard, then... turns on his heel and leaves. Doesn't even wait to see if Tyler actually catches it.]
Well.
He works in the same department as Tyler; the man isn't hard to find.
He strolls up, underhands a Pokeball to him with a single word ("Catch.") that he knows won't be heard, then... turns on his heel and leaves. Doesn't even wait to see if Tyler actually catches it.]
[With no Isis out to hear for him, the sight of Dirk's white-ass hair and stupid glasses in the corner of his eye is the only warning he gets. He very nearly fumbles the catch from sheer surprise.
What the fuck.
Actually you know what, he's texting that to this asshole.]
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
Actually you know what, he's texting that to this asshole.]
What the fuck.
Fuck all asshole old men who think because they have supreme power two random weird weekends a year, they can talk down to people who're trying to help them integrate into this goddamn criminal organization.
And fuck Solus in particular.
And fuck Solus in particular.
Yeah, I saw. I'm impressed by his levels of pretention.
Also Isis doesn't know a good two thirds of the words he's using so I was getting through that damn video on a wing and a prayer.
...no pun intended.
Also Isis doesn't know a good two thirds of the words he's using so I was getting through that damn video on a wing and a prayer.
...no pun intended.
Given that the entire second half of his thread was timeskip to action
fingersandteeth
- 2020-05-07 05:55 (UTC) - ExpandIt's starting to become a real bummer that you can't kill people here.
Like a real actual fucking bummer.
Like a real actual fucking bummer.
I don't think there's a single person Solus didn't offend. I couldn't hear most of you guys but I know what you and Steven look like pissed off.
[He figures that evening, a night's rest, and a good portion of the morning was likely enough to give Tyler the time he needed to get ahead of his work. As for Solus, he needed little preparation to be on his way, and perhaps the late morning message was due to a bit of unplanned sleeping on his end. Who knew the power of coffee was so limited?]
Good morning, Tyler.
I am ready for our departure at any time. Should you need more time of your own, pray say so. However, I would wager it better for us both if we made our way sooner rather than later, would you not agree?
With that being said, we should decide our rendezvous. Perhaps somewhere that would be most agreeable with our mode of departure?
Good morning, Tyler.
I am ready for our departure at any time. Should you need more time of your own, pray say so. However, I would wager it better for us both if we made our way sooner rather than later, would you not agree?
With that being said, we should decide our rendezvous. Perhaps somewhere that would be most agreeable with our mode of departure?
[Fuuuuuuck, he hates this.
FINE, whatever. Let's get this over with.]
My flyer is quite large, so I'll meet you in the park near your work.
[UGH]
FINE, whatever. Let's get this over with.]
My flyer is quite large, so I'll meet you in the park near your work.
[UGH]
Hey, can tale-crafting put/keep someone asleep for a set period of time?
Hey, can you stop sending me the most fucking apropos-of-nothing texts in the entire world at any given moment?
[he's not mad, he's just baffled.]
But... yes, actually. It's not sleep as much as a coma, but there's a tale that can be used to poison people. Sleeping Beauty style, more or less.
[he's not mad, he's just baffled.]
But... yes, actually. It's not sleep as much as a coma, but there's a tale that can be used to poison people. Sleeping Beauty style, more or less.
[Text] Some time after the contest and later in the week
wonderland_vogue
2020-05-21 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, hey I have something to show you on video when you get a chance~
Oh my god, should I be concerned?
[But he's opening a video call to her with a sly grin on his face. It can't be more eggs, she wouldn't seem this pleased about it.]
[But he's opening a video call to her with a sly grin on his face. It can't be more eggs, she wouldn't seem this pleased about it.]
[Hey, Tyler. Normally she's nice enough to send a text first, but not this time. The second he's answering that it's clear by her posture alone that she is pissed. Even her hand movements, which Allure is still nearby for, are very pointed and almost rushed.]
So when the fuck were you going to tell me about the other shit Solus has done? Why the fuck did I have to learn about all of that from goddamned Steven of all people?
So when the fuck were you going to tell me about the other shit Solus has done? Why the fuck did I have to learn about all of that from goddamned Steven of all people?
[Of course he'll answer right away for her, since he knows she can speak to him properly. He's not expecting her to be absolutely furious, though, and it catches him completely off-guard. His own sign is almost hesitant, held close to his chest in a slightly defensive manner.]
I didn't think it mattered. He was just being a creep, I didn't think it was worth dragging anyone else into it. I only mentioned it to Steven because he brought it up first.
I didn't think it mattered. He was just being a creep, I didn't think it was worth dragging anyone else into it. I only mentioned it to Steven because he brought it up first.
It's been a few days since that whole...stairwell beatdown, and honestly other than Lydia reaching out to Solus and it going...none too great, he's otherwise kept to himself. Mainly because he's been busy. Despite his hurts, he's been fast at work, learning what he can about the limits of the technology here, and experimenting with what advancements might be possible, working out schematics for future projects, etc.
Fortunately this work all involves a lot of sitting, so his hip and other injuries aren't too bothered by his hours spent working away. Working well into the night sometimes, ever is he bound and determined to get somewhere with all of this.
Needless to say, it's of no surprise that Tyler would come across him when he comes to the base for a check in. Though he's dressed a bit differently, with a lab coat over the top, and the cravat certainly covers more of his throat, yet some of the bruising still can be seen.
Despite what makeup he's used to cover the bruises he's suffered, there's still obvious signs that he was on the losing end of a scuffle, for makeup cannot hide the healing abrasions, nor the slight swelling from points of impact. However, the most telling might be how he's currently using a cane when he walks—though that's certainly from a combination of the hip that got screwed up while with Tyler, and the work that Steven did to his knees.
Regardless, Solus doesn't seem to notice Tyler at first as he makes his way down the corridor, his expression focused yet far off, his mind clearly anywhere but here. Which is why he nearly knocks shoulders with him, but catches it in the last second. He almost looks surprised to see him, his eyes wide behind the pair of half-moon reading glasses he's currently wearing, before it slips into a more familiar and friendly expression. Putting his cane into the crook of his elbow, he signs to Tyler.
Good evening, Tyler. I do so hope you've been well.
But the moment he finishes that, he's back to resting his weight on that cane, acting as if it's not there at all, or like it's an oddity.
Fortunately this work all involves a lot of sitting, so his hip and other injuries aren't too bothered by his hours spent working away. Working well into the night sometimes, ever is he bound and determined to get somewhere with all of this.
Needless to say, it's of no surprise that Tyler would come across him when he comes to the base for a check in. Though he's dressed a bit differently, with a lab coat over the top, and the cravat certainly covers more of his throat, yet some of the bruising still can be seen.
Despite what makeup he's used to cover the bruises he's suffered, there's still obvious signs that he was on the losing end of a scuffle, for makeup cannot hide the healing abrasions, nor the slight swelling from points of impact. However, the most telling might be how he's currently using a cane when he walks—though that's certainly from a combination of the hip that got screwed up while with Tyler, and the work that Steven did to his knees.
Regardless, Solus doesn't seem to notice Tyler at first as he makes his way down the corridor, his expression focused yet far off, his mind clearly anywhere but here. Which is why he nearly knocks shoulders with him, but catches it in the last second. He almost looks surprised to see him, his eyes wide behind the pair of half-moon reading glasses he's currently wearing, before it slips into a more familiar and friendly expression. Putting his cane into the crook of his elbow, he signs to Tyler.
Good evening, Tyler. I do so hope you've been well.
But the moment he finishes that, he's back to resting his weight on that cane, acting as if it's not there at all, or like it's an oddity.
Edited 2020-05-26 05:30 (UTC)
Solus might not notice Tyler immediately, but the young man certainly notices him. He's honestly only come into work to make an in-person report - which is why he's dressed far more casually than Solus has ever seen him, probably making it easier to dismiss him - but he stops when he sees Solus moving down the hall towards him.
He looks... bad. Tyler is all too familiar with caking on make-up thick enough to hide marks (thanks Lydia) so he recognises it on Solus immediately, especially when he looks more closely and notices the scuffs and swells.
Tyler's shock at seeing the man in such a state roots him to the ground until Solus swerves around him, and then Tyler starts a little and steps back. But he's curious now, despite himself.
I'm... fine, sure. He takes a step towards the wall, so they're not taking up the entire breadth of the corridor (and maybe give Solus a break, and lean on that instead of his cane. He knew about the leg, but it hadn't required assistance before...) What about you? He sure looks sincere as he says it.
He looks... bad. Tyler is all too familiar with caking on make-up thick enough to hide marks (thanks Lydia) so he recognises it on Solus immediately, especially when he looks more closely and notices the scuffs and swells.
Tyler's shock at seeing the man in such a state roots him to the ground until Solus swerves around him, and then Tyler starts a little and steps back. But he's curious now, despite himself.
I'm... fine, sure. He takes a step towards the wall, so they're not taking up the entire breadth of the corridor (and maybe give Solus a break, and lean on that instead of his cane. He knew about the leg, but it hadn't required assistance before...) What about you? He sure looks sincere as he says it.
After Solus bugs him on his way to hand in his quota
fingersandteeth
2020-05-29 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
You'd have thought being thrown down a flight of stairs would be enough to make the man avoid me, but he decided to block my way with his cane when I went to turn in my quota so he could ask me questions about my Durance.
Somehow the dried-up old queen figured out I went through the same shit you did.
Somehow the dried-up old queen figured out I went through the same shit you did.
[Oh.]
It's not like either of us are particularly subtle about being scared of him, even if yours manifests as anger.
It's not like either of us are particularly subtle about being scared of him, even if yours manifests as anger.
What do you think of this?
[The video is Lust, in dance leggings and a sports bra, going through one of the dance routines she's worked up for the club she's recently been hired for. It's highly sensual and acrobatic and appears to be filmed in Lust's living room. Sometimes a evolved Eevee wanders through the frame behind her.]
[There's no other context.]
[The video is Lust, in dance leggings and a sports bra, going through one of the dance routines she's worked up for the club she's recently been hired for. It's highly sensual and acrobatic and appears to be filmed in Lust's living room. Sometimes a evolved Eevee wanders through the frame behind her.]
[There's no other context.]
[Well he certainly recognises the person in the video; and he also knows that she's in a very happy relationship, at least from word of mouth.]
You're slipping a little during some of your leg locks.
Although I'm not sure I was the person you intended to send this to.
You're slipping a little during some of your leg locks.
Although I'm not sure I was the person you intended to send this to.
[Text, some day whenever the fuck that trip happens since I'm a lying liar who lies]
wonderland_vogue
2020-06-11 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only been like a day and guess who's already sending him photo attachments that right now are at least clothed. If not in her normal practice wear for the club and totally showing off the stupid flexibility shit.]
Thought you could use some amusement since I'm sure you're going to deal with a stupid bitch whining about having to sext his boyfriend.
Thought you could use some amusement since I'm sure you're going to deal with a stupid bitch whining about having to sext his boyfriend.
Please, he already started when we were halfway there. [Sometimes it's fun being petty, sue him. Even if it was more along the lines of discussing sleeping arrangements so he wouldn't interrupt Tyler's sleep during.] I just ignore him when he does, honestly. Though don't take that to mean I don't appreciate the photos.
Fuck my life there's *two* of them.
What, you didn't see the other one earlier? He made a network post about Solus falling down the stairs.
Greetings, my friend.
Though, I do suppose we have fallen quite far from such a distinction. Nevertheless, I come to you in both peace and good faith. Much have I pondered over our last exchange, as well as the trouble that such an ill proceeding may yet inspire for either of us, and thus I have come to this decision.
You spoke of your wariness towards me, that you believe I withhold information so that I am at an advantage, that I only use my knowledge to, as you put it, fuck with people. It is not forgotten that I remind you of something dreadful from your past, and as such you may never be able to trust someone like me. This I understand, however, I do yet believe we can reach an understanding of some sort, a neutral ground of cooperation, at the very least.
I am not so foolish to believe us to ever be allies, as you have made the impossibility of such quite clear. Regardless, I think it would be wise for you to understand your enemy, if you wish to name me thus. You claimed I kept silent about myself in order to lord such information over others, but I am not here to confirm nor deny your claim. Instead, as I had offered previously, have you questions, I shall answer them.
Honestly, openly, earnestly.
So, come! Learn of your villain. You may leave this exchange pleasantly surprised, or you will be a learned man of his enemy. Bolstered both with weapon and shield against the foul fiend you wish to protect you and yours from. This is naught but advantageous to you, thus I advise you waste not this opportunity.
[This totally has nothing to do with him seeing Hythlodaeus and Tyler interacting, nope.]
Though, I do suppose we have fallen quite far from such a distinction. Nevertheless, I come to you in both peace and good faith. Much have I pondered over our last exchange, as well as the trouble that such an ill proceeding may yet inspire for either of us, and thus I have come to this decision.
You spoke of your wariness towards me, that you believe I withhold information so that I am at an advantage, that I only use my knowledge to, as you put it, fuck with people. It is not forgotten that I remind you of something dreadful from your past, and as such you may never be able to trust someone like me. This I understand, however, I do yet believe we can reach an understanding of some sort, a neutral ground of cooperation, at the very least.
I am not so foolish to believe us to ever be allies, as you have made the impossibility of such quite clear. Regardless, I think it would be wise for you to understand your enemy, if you wish to name me thus. You claimed I kept silent about myself in order to lord such information over others, but I am not here to confirm nor deny your claim. Instead, as I had offered previously, have you questions, I shall answer them.
Honestly, openly, earnestly.
So, come! Learn of your villain. You may leave this exchange pleasantly surprised, or you will be a learned man of his enemy. Bolstered both with weapon and shield against the foul fiend you wish to protect you and yours from. This is naught but advantageous to you, thus I advise you waste not this opportunity.
[This totally has nothing to do with him seeing Hythlodaeus and Tyler interacting, nope.]
[It takes a while for Tyler to get back to him, because A) he still doesn't like Solus, and while he's cooled off down from their argument enough that he doesn't resent the man for that specifically, he's still a bastard, and 2) talking on the network is a full-time commitment when you can't use your hands for other things.
But hey, it's not like he's got anything but time these days.]
I really don't think we had that distinction to begin with.
My not trusting you was an impartial fact, not a petty grievance. That is entirely separate from an unwillingness to work with you, in fact - and I wouldn't have been averse to doing so, Emet-Selch, if you hadn't insisted on taking every opportunity we met in person and turned it into some form of harassment. It's by your own pressing the matter and refusing to leave me alone that I am now both unwilling to trust OR work alongside you.
[solus you're not great at selling your case right now.]
I also feel you've somewhat misinterpreted the relationship I have with my feared one; but then the fault lies with me for explaining it poorly, and yes I do appreciate the irony of that. I did not fear you, nor do I suspect I ever had reason to - not until you made me fear you from your own actions and made what was a passing explanation as to why I might express discomfort into a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don't expect you to know what it's like to have some greater, unnatural, reality-twisting entity ease itself into your heart and mind, until the option to leave - and even awareness of such - is forcibly taken from you. Nor what it cost me personally to fight that off for long enough to save myself, and to still never be free of the damage it caused me and the ones I care about, when the fact I survived at all is a constant and painful reminder. Nor, frankly, should I expect you to - most people wouldn't, even in my own world.
I suppose I should appreciate the opportunity you're willing to offer me here, but I really just don't care. This isn't me slapping your hand away in anger, it's pure indifference to wanting to know more about the man who takes thrills in my discomfort. You're exhausting, and I don't want to invest more energy into a dead end relationship.
But hey, it's not like he's got anything but time these days.]
I really don't think we had that distinction to begin with.
My not trusting you was an impartial fact, not a petty grievance. That is entirely separate from an unwillingness to work with you, in fact - and I wouldn't have been averse to doing so, Emet-Selch, if you hadn't insisted on taking every opportunity we met in person and turned it into some form of harassment. It's by your own pressing the matter and refusing to leave me alone that I am now both unwilling to trust OR work alongside you.
[solus you're not great at selling your case right now.]
I also feel you've somewhat misinterpreted the relationship I have with my feared one; but then the fault lies with me for explaining it poorly, and yes I do appreciate the irony of that. I did not fear you, nor do I suspect I ever had reason to - not until you made me fear you from your own actions and made what was a passing explanation as to why I might express discomfort into a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don't expect you to know what it's like to have some greater, unnatural, reality-twisting entity ease itself into your heart and mind, until the option to leave - and even awareness of such - is forcibly taken from you. Nor what it cost me personally to fight that off for long enough to save myself, and to still never be free of the damage it caused me and the ones I care about, when the fact I survived at all is a constant and painful reminder. Nor, frankly, should I expect you to - most people wouldn't, even in my own world.
I suppose I should appreciate the opportunity you're willing to offer me here, but I really just don't care. This isn't me slapping your hand away in anger, it's pure indifference to wanting to know more about the man who takes thrills in my discomfort. You're exhausting, and I don't want to invest more energy into a dead end relationship.
Sup.
Hit me up when you get this, I got questions.
Hit me up when you get this, I got questions.
Should I be concerned? I didn't think I ranked so highly as to warrant private contact.
cw insensitive lines of inquiry wrt sexual harrassment?
uber_marionettist
- 2020-06-18 19:05 (UTC) - ExpandVideo, whenever is most fun or convenient to receive this
hythlodaeus
2020-06-27 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He’s unmasked with his hood down. A conservatively similar style, but it has a purpose. He begins to sign, attempting to emote a little more outwardly. It is awkward to behold, but the hand movements are mirror images of what he studied from the dictionary. It’s a little uncanny.]
Good evening, Tyler. I have been studying your dictionary for the last three weeks. I would like more words to use.
In turn, I will teach you a little something.
[He then fingerspells hythlodaeus and emet-selch. ]
Where we are from, these names have meaning. My name can be said as such: “Speaker of Nonsense”. Emet-Selch would understand and answer to “Forgiver of Truth”. You can call him “Angel of Truth”, but the former will get a more interesting reaction from him.
Good evening, Tyler. I have been studying your dictionary for the last three weeks. I would like more words to use.
In turn, I will teach you a little something.
[He then fingerspells hythlodaeus and emet-selch. ]
Where we are from, these names have meaning. My name can be said as such: “Speaker of Nonsense”. Emet-Selch would understand and answer to “Forgiver of Truth”. You can call him “Angel of Truth”, but the former will get a more interesting reaction from him.
[Well, this is........ wild. Not just seeing his own spelling habits reflected back at him in Hythlodaeus's motions, but the request itself. He'd put some two thousand words in that dictionary.]
I... [His hands fumble a little as he tries to find the words.] Most of my words are just habit, at this point. It's difficult for me to specifically recall my entire vocabulary due to the sheer scope of it, and a lot of it is unconscious memory anyway.
Your own society is not the only one that puts stock in what names mean, as well: it's incredibly common among all cultures to instil meaning behind their names in some way. My own can be translated to mean "to peacefully force", based on the characters it uses.
I... [His hands fumble a little as he tries to find the words.] Most of my words are just habit, at this point. It's difficult for me to specifically recall my entire vocabulary due to the sheer scope of it, and a lot of it is unconscious memory anyway.
Your own society is not the only one that puts stock in what names mean, as well: it's incredibly common among all cultures to instil meaning behind their names in some way. My own can be translated to mean "to peacefully force", based on the characters it uses.
Edited 2020-06-27 07:30 (UTC)
[Guess who's pouting about someone running off for badges again.]
Are the gym battles really worth all the traveling issues? Seems a waste of time other than for cash.
Are the gym battles really worth all the traveling issues? Seems a waste of time other than for cash.
[Look, sometimes he gets stir-crazy being cooped up in Goldenrod when there's so much other shit to do that's not somehow work-related]
It's only an issue travelling because you don't Fly. You'd totally make the windswept look work, you know. [Tyler does, somehow, but it does take work.] Anyway, yeah, it kind of is. It's useful knowing you can use HMs without being harrassed by Jennies, and you know there's a shitload of rewards involved.
It's only an issue travelling because you don't Fly. You'd totally make the windswept look work, you know. [Tyler does, somehow, but it does take work.] Anyway, yeah, it kind of is. It's useful knowing you can use HMs without being harrassed by Jennies, and you know there's a shitload of rewards involved.
Well, this day had already been one hell of a roller coaster, but what's another sudden drop off, or an unexpected loop-de-loop?
Between the unexpected visit from Steven, the equally unexpected news that he and Hythlodaeus were making drugs in his kitchen (and apparently are friends???), and then to top it all off that debate that went...no where good. Solus is feeling especially raw. Being drunk and high helps nothing, as well. Then to hear all of what Steven had to say about his own personal struggles with himself and his morality only added more to his already cramped and deafeningly loud mind.
Which is why he's on his way to somewhere more quiet. Away from the busyness of the city, away from people. He's dressed far less flashy than normal, which helps him blend in a little better than his usual getup, but he's still pretty distinguishable. However, because of his state he doesn't quite seem to be aware of those around him, no more than them serving as physical obstacles to his destination. And while he does seem to decide to sit on a secluded bench in a less busier part of the city, even when others walk by he does not seem to see them. Like they're nothing but at all. Like he's somewhere else entirely.
He's quite the sight to come across: sitting forward with his elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped together, his head hanging. Due to the angle and his hair that works to hide his face, he's afforded at least a little shielding from the eyes of others. To most, he might merely look as though he's thinking deeply about something, but to those much more astute, the slight quiver to his breaths may make it far more clear that this is not simple contemplation.
The man may very well be silently weeping.
Between the unexpected visit from Steven, the equally unexpected news that he and Hythlodaeus were making drugs in his kitchen (and apparently are friends???), and then to top it all off that debate that went...no where good. Solus is feeling especially raw. Being drunk and high helps nothing, as well. Then to hear all of what Steven had to say about his own personal struggles with himself and his morality only added more to his already cramped and deafeningly loud mind.
Which is why he's on his way to somewhere more quiet. Away from the busyness of the city, away from people. He's dressed far less flashy than normal, which helps him blend in a little better than his usual getup, but he's still pretty distinguishable. However, because of his state he doesn't quite seem to be aware of those around him, no more than them serving as physical obstacles to his destination. And while he does seem to decide to sit on a secluded bench in a less busier part of the city, even when others walk by he does not seem to see them. Like they're nothing but at all. Like he's somewhere else entirely.
He's quite the sight to come across: sitting forward with his elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped together, his head hanging. Due to the angle and his hair that works to hide his face, he's afforded at least a little shielding from the eyes of others. To most, he might merely look as though he's thinking deeply about something, but to those much more astute, the slight quiver to his breaths may make it far more clear that this is not simple contemplation.
The man may very well be silently weeping.
Tyler does not typically go out of his way to interact with people on his way home. Even when he's only going in to work and report something to their higher-ups, he dresses up a bit in a comfortable outfit for the rising heat, but he's actively ignoring most of the local populace to look at his phone instead, until a psychic nudge from Isis gets him to pause.
...he'd be more suspicious of Solus being on the direct path back to his apartment if it wasn't another ten minute walk away.
Don't get him wrong, he's still fairly suspicious regardless. He's never going to get over his inherent mistrust of the man (and it's a genuine shame, he's aware). And Tyler's about to dismiss it and keep walking when he notices the man trembling, just faintly, when he draws a breath.
And immediately his gut folds as an internal debate rages. He's never been perfectly willing to enjoy or ignore someone in distress, but it's still Solus.
...fuck, he doesn't know if that's a point for or against the man.
That's the clincher, then, that makes him move towards the man before he gets called out for staring. It takes a little coaxingand a rather large bribe on the walk over, but when he's standing just shy of the bench Solus gets a soft mental poke.
Are you... alright?
...he'd be more suspicious of Solus being on the direct path back to his apartment if it wasn't another ten minute walk away.
Don't get him wrong, he's still fairly suspicious regardless. He's never going to get over his inherent mistrust of the man (and it's a genuine shame, he's aware). And Tyler's about to dismiss it and keep walking when he notices the man trembling, just faintly, when he draws a breath.
And immediately his gut folds as an internal debate rages. He's never been perfectly willing to enjoy or ignore someone in distress, but it's still Solus.
...fuck, he doesn't know if that's a point for or against the man.
That's the clincher, then, that makes him move towards the man before he gets called out for staring. It takes a little coaxing
Are you... alright?
[Steven stares at the screen if his pokegear for a long time before finally typing:]
I need your help with something, if it's still okay to ask.
I need your help with something, if it's still okay to ask.
I don't know why you think it wouldn't be, but. Sure. This wouldn't have anything to do with your issues at work, would it?
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