Tyler Tian Huang | 黄泰勒田 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.]]
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.
He has a lot of them.
I *do* get why this would trigger his issues and I actually feel pretty shitty that I didn't consider that shit before I cut that help wanted ad... but *God* this is frustrating.
And I'm sorry that you have to hear about this. I know you don't really care about my domestic squabbles, but since he's the money backing us, it does affect you.
I *do* get why this would trigger his issues and I actually feel pretty shitty that I didn't consider that shit before I cut that help wanted ad... but *God* this is frustrating.
And I'm sorry that you have to hear about this. I know you don't really care about my domestic squabbles, but since he's the money backing us, it does affect you.
I might not be able to properly empathise with you, but I can still do SOME emotional labor. I do like you, Steven, it's just in our weird way.
He knows how to be a good friend who listens to you vent, man, he'll tell you when he doesn't care.
It's not like you could have properly anticipated that he'd go full shitfit about you not including him in your ad. It makes sense not to mention exactly where our money comes from if we want an active clientele of Imports.
He knows how to be a good friend who listens to you vent, man, he'll tell you when he doesn't care.
It's not like you could have properly anticipated that he'd go full shitfit about you not including him in your ad. It makes sense not to mention exactly where our money comes from if we want an active clientele of Imports.
[Isis doesn't spare Nex more than a single glance. She teleports off of Tyler's shoulder, making him start slightly, and lands directly on Flaris's muzzle so she can glare into the dog's eyes.
Then they both glow purple, and Flaris gets raised with (to Tyler) a surprising amount of care, easily high enough for the others to move in and grab the eggs. If Nex lets them pass.]
Then they both glow purple, and Flaris gets raised with (to Tyler) a surprising amount of care, easily high enough for the others to move in and grab the eggs. If Nex lets them pass.]
Edited 2020-04-29 15:04 (UTC)
[That's. Actually hilarious in a weird way. Because Flaris doesn't seem to actually be terribly upset by this predicament other than making a confused as hell noise. She's not the violent one, after all.
But it does give her some time to go grab Flaris' at least. Nex, on the other hand, doesn't give a damn what happens to Flaris or her clutch. As long as her's are left alone.
Which might be why there's a low rumbling growling noise if any of them get too close to her.]
But it does give her some time to go grab Flaris' at least. Nex, on the other hand, doesn't give a damn what happens to Flaris or her clutch. As long as her's are left alone.
Which might be why there's a low rumbling growling noise if any of them get too close to her.]
[Tyler makes sure to move in and give Flaris a good pat, involving some scratches behind the Arcanine's ears as he gets Isis to lower her back down again.
Nex... gets a flat look, but Tyler's definitely thinking about something, as he pulls his 'gear out to get the Liepard's details.]
You know that Machamp I got a while ago, Football? He's got a type advantage against Nex. And they're about the same level.
Nex... gets a flat look, but Tyler's definitely thinking about something, as he pulls his 'gear out to get the Liepard's details.]
You know that Machamp I got a while ago, Football? He's got a type advantage against Nex. And they're about the same level.
[Oh, she does enjoy ear scratches and just wags her tail once she's sat down again. This dumb-ass dog is as dumb as a box of rocks, evidently. But it's fine.]
... You know, at this point that might be our best bet since I don't have anything that really has an advantage against her and I'd rather her not try and take my face off in the middle of the night. [That's her money maker, goddammit. Even if Nex is still glaring at all of them.]
... You know, at this point that might be our best bet since I don't have anything that really has an advantage against her and I'd rather her not try and take my face off in the middle of the night. [That's her money maker, goddammit. Even if Nex is still glaring at all of them.]
It does! It really does! Especially since he quite literally has enemies within the Import community because he might have tried to kill some of them back home!
... mostly because Maya and Krieg *were* terrorists siding with the asshole squatters he was trying to evict from his planet, but *still*.
Like, I get what this is about. I do. He went from having an interstellar business empire, with a cult like Steve fucking Jobs, to being in charge of a goddamn novelty company where he doesn't actually *care* about the shit he's making, he just knows it makes money. He feels fucking *demoted* here. And at least our place in Goldenrod is a money-making job that he's actually *interested* in. One he thought he could build a new empire from.
So like. Not mentioning him in the help wanted made it seem like he was being discluded from something he was being excited about. But what was I supposed to do? Lydia was content to have me include her in our ad instead of cutting her own and he really *is* supposed to be the silent partner at her place.
But *God*, Tyler, he plays such fucking dirty emotional pool. Like he really knows how to stab me in the goddamn *gut*. He actually fucking said that he thought he meant more to me than the fraction of the profits I'd lose from Transplants who don't like him shunning the bar.
... mostly because Maya and Krieg *were* terrorists siding with the asshole squatters he was trying to evict from his planet, but *still*.
Like, I get what this is about. I do. He went from having an interstellar business empire, with a cult like Steve fucking Jobs, to being in charge of a goddamn novelty company where he doesn't actually *care* about the shit he's making, he just knows it makes money. He feels fucking *demoted* here. And at least our place in Goldenrod is a money-making job that he's actually *interested* in. One he thought he could build a new empire from.
So like. Not mentioning him in the help wanted made it seem like he was being discluded from something he was being excited about. But what was I supposed to do? Lydia was content to have me include her in our ad instead of cutting her own and he really *is* supposed to be the silent partner at her place.
But *God*, Tyler, he plays such fucking dirty emotional pool. Like he really knows how to stab me in the goddamn *gut*. He actually fucking said that he thought he meant more to me than the fraction of the profits I'd lose from Transplants who don't like him shunning the bar.
[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.]
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.
[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.
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 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no shit. His archaism levels are fucking ridiculous. I found myself falling into some of that myself as the conversation went on.
But no, it got worse when I did lunch with him today. I brought some clothes I expensed to the Team, then filled him in on who the other members and their ranks are, about his stipend, about what he can expense to the team, shit like that. Let him know about the ways this world keeps us from using weapons. I even told him about this weird weekends.
And he said, and I fucking quote, 'I am a foe like no other, but should you continue to prove yourself useful to me and, dare I say it, *pleasant* company, then you have naught to worry about.'
Seriously—what the *fuck*? I just smiled and said I'd keep that in mind, but honestly, Tyler, I wanted to wring his fucking neck.
But no, it got worse when I did lunch with him today. I brought some clothes I expensed to the Team, then filled him in on who the other members and their ranks are, about his stipend, about what he can expense to the team, shit like that. Let him know about the ways this world keeps us from using weapons. I even told him about this weird weekends.
And he said, and I fucking quote, 'I am a foe like no other, but should you continue to prove yourself useful to me and, dare I say it, *pleasant* company, then you have naught to worry about.'
Seriously—what the *fuck*? I just smiled and said I'd keep that in mind, but honestly, Tyler, I wanted to wring his fucking neck.
Happy birthday.
[I know full well it's not his birthday. Presumably, he knows that I know that. And I know that he knows that I know that, so I'm giving him ample opportunity to... oh, I don't know, take the fucking Pokemon and not ask questions?]
[I know full well it's not his birthday. Presumably, he knows that I know that. And I know that he knows that I know that, so I'm giving him ample opportunity to... oh, I don't know, take the fucking Pokemon and not ask questions?]
[Hold on, he's gotta open the Pokeball and actually see what Dirk gave him.
...a floating rock. That the Pokedex says is psychic.]
Did this thing try and kill you that one time too many, that you just decided to foist it off on the first person you saw.
Why the fuck do you even OWN psychics?
...a floating rock. That the Pokedex says is psychic.]
Did this thing try and kill you that one time too many, that you just decided to foist it off on the first person you saw.
Why the fuck do you even OWN psychics?
[Yeah, I thought not.]
Close.
I caught it in self defence way back when, and not to blow my own horn, but I'd say I made a pretty valiant attempt at turning it into something usable. It's alright. The immunity to Ground typing's nice, the self-buffing is solid, and its offensive coverage ain't lacking neither.
Only thing is, every time I use it, I gotta spend half the battle dodging fire and brimstone. Not that it isn't aiming for the intended targets, it's just also lining up its shots to try and take me out with them.
So I binned it. Now it's yours.
Problem?
Close.
I caught it in self defence way back when, and not to blow my own horn, but I'd say I made a pretty valiant attempt at turning it into something usable. It's alright. The immunity to Ground typing's nice, the self-buffing is solid, and its offensive coverage ain't lacking neither.
Only thing is, every time I use it, I gotta spend half the battle dodging fire and brimstone. Not that it isn't aiming for the intended targets, it's just also lining up its shots to try and take me out with them.
So I binned it. Now it's yours.
Problem?
[How dare you assume Tyler isn't a nosy asshole, really.]
Only because the way you phrase everything seems like you're in a constant state of trying to MAKE problems.
You sing your Pokemon's functional praise, talk about how it tries to murder you with the open implication that it's an inherent personality trait of which I might become the next victim, openly admit to using me as a trash can for it and then have the balls to ask if there's a problem with this scenario like you're not actively creating one.]
[To Dirk's credit, here, Tyler isn't actually mad. Just. Kind of baffled.]
I'm kind of impressed at how hard you're working to make yourself out as a terrible person, likely in some misguided attempt to make me stop talking to you.
Only because the way you phrase everything seems like you're in a constant state of trying to MAKE problems.
You sing your Pokemon's functional praise, talk about how it tries to murder you with the open implication that it's an inherent personality trait of which I might become the next victim, openly admit to using me as a trash can for it and then have the balls to ask if there's a problem with this scenario like you're not actively creating one.]
[To Dirk's credit, here, Tyler isn't actually mad. Just. Kind of baffled.]
I'm kind of impressed at how hard you're working to make yourself out as a terrible person, likely in some misguided attempt to make me stop talking to you.
You're right, I should have blocked you to begin with.
[Actually blocking him would be too obvious, and could give him the mistaken impression his words have any place in the arena of ideas that have any relationship to truth, relevance, or essentiality.]
But if you're really going to be that much of a baby about it, I'd doubt that you're in any danger from yon chip-amok off Yaldabaoth's helioprosopic block.
Unless prolonged proximity to yours truly has done some kind of unknown permanent damage to its magical superpsyche. Then yeah, you might be in some danger.
[Actually blocking him would be too obvious, and could give him the mistaken impression his words have any place in the arena of ideas that have any relationship to truth, relevance, or essentiality.]
But if you're really going to be that much of a baby about it, I'd doubt that you're in any danger from yon chip-amok off Yaldabaoth's helioprosopic block.
Unless prolonged proximity to yours truly has done some kind of unknown permanent damage to its magical superpsyche. Then yeah, you might be in some danger.
Frankly the ego on the man is phenomenal. And I know you probably think that's rich coming from me, but at least my skills are hard fucking won and I don't brag about them constantly. At least I act like new information isn't something I'm *deigning in my generosity* to give him.
I'm pretty sure he has Capital I Issues to do with his Yamask as well, because he asked me if I didn't have some "uncanny relationship" with my starter. Which, I kind of do, but the way he kept zoning out on it makes me think his goes way deeper than me and Isis.
I'm pretty sure he has Capital I Issues to do with his Yamask as well, because he asked me if I didn't have some "uncanny relationship" with my starter. Which, I kind of do, but the way he kept zoning out on it makes me think his goes way deeper than me and Isis.
Edited 2020-05-09 08:02 (UTC)
You say that, but you've approached me more times than the other way around. So, you know. Even if you block me I'd probably still see you around the same amount.
I'll keep a water-bottle on hand. [you smarmy fuck]
I'll keep a water-bottle on hand. [you smarmy fuck]
No. I mean. It's not like Team Rocket isn't *full* of goddamn egotists. We absolutely are. I'm *living* with one of them. But Jesus fucking Christ, he's unbearable. He's about ten times worse at his default levels than you or Dirk or Jack at *your* most egotistical. *Put together*.
And yeah, no shit, he's got *all* the issues with poor Nour. That much is fucking obvious. I wish I could rescue the poor little guy from him.
Ugh. He's just. *Ugh*. I had to take a half-hour shower as soon as I got home after spending not even the full *lunch hour* in his presence. I felt like a goddamn slab of meat.
Also, fuck him for making Isis feel like shit. Isis is the best girl and you can tell her I said that.
And yeah, no shit, he's got *all* the issues with poor Nour. That much is fucking obvious. I wish I could rescue the poor little guy from him.
Ugh. He's just. *Ugh*. I had to take a half-hour shower as soon as I got home after spending not even the full *lunch hour* in his presence. I felt like a goddamn slab of meat.
Also, fuck him for making Isis feel like shit. Isis is the best girl and you can tell her I said that.
It'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 called me a creature.
Like, I understand that my kind are typically called monsters, that's a given. But creature? That refers to my not being sentient and that simply is a load of shit.
Like, I understand that my kind are typically called monsters, that's a given. But creature? That refers to my not being sentient and that simply is a load of shit.
Oh, I'm fully aware that being a Monster is entirely different to being non-sentient, don't worry.
[Interesting choice of capitalisation from the very meticulous typist.]
It's almost impressive how infuriating he is. You'd be hard pressed to believe he *wasn't* doing it on purpose.
[Interesting choice of capitalisation from the very meticulous typist.]
It's almost impressive how infuriating he is. You'd be hard pressed to believe he *wasn't* doing it on purpose.
Edited 2020-05-10 14:58 (UTC)
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