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.]]
I know you are.
[What does that even mean.]
Given he was supposedly and immortal before coming here, I cannot say I'm exactly... surprised that he pisses people off like this. The majority of the types I'd run into before coming here were typically insufferable. Glad to see he continues the role, but he'll trip over his own gaudy boots sooner rather than later.
[What does that even mean.]
Given he was supposedly and immortal before coming here, I cannot say I'm exactly... surprised that he pisses people off like this. The majority of the types I'd run into before coming here were typically insufferable. Glad to see he continues the role, but he'll trip over his own gaudy boots sooner rather than later.
I've written that type so many times, I've got all the hallmarks of an stereotypical insufferable egotist forever burned in my mind. Something about it will absolutely be his downfall, but what specifically is going to be the fun surprise.
I'm more currently interested in what the hell does that mean, 'you know I am'?
I'm more currently interested in what the hell does that mean, 'you know I am'?
[Oh, good thing this is not video. Because she absolutely cannot help the actual bit of a smile creeping to her lips. Ah, yes, this.]
Because I would certainly hope by this point that while I'm no stranger to being something of a monster that I am very much sentient. If anyone would know that, I would think that you.
As much as other company might continually call me a bitch and get pissy over the smallest things.
Because I would certainly hope by this point that while I'm no stranger to being something of a monster that I am very much sentient. If anyone would know that, I would think that you.
As much as other company might continually call me a bitch and get pissy over the smallest things.
[He's raising an eyebrow at his own screen now, and there's a little smile on his face too.]
Don't give yourself too much credit, *darling*. I've had experience with monsters before you.
Other company means well, but also could serve to remove the stick up his ass on occasion.
[He loves you Steven, but he's not above shit-talking you to his fuckbuddy.]
Don't give yourself too much credit, *darling*. I've had experience with monsters before you.
Other company means well, but also could serve to remove the stick up his ass on occasion.
[He loves you Steven, but he's not above shit-talking you to his fuckbuddy.]
Oh come on now, darling is my thing to be using. [She's not remotely mad about it.] Oh, does this mean you don't think I'm a monster? Or am I just another in the collection, hm?~ Either way, I'm touched. I suppose.
The one time you call someone a sugar daddy and it forever becomes a sticking point...
The one time you call someone a sugar daddy and it forever becomes a sticking point...
You haven't exactly done anything to prove you ARE a monster, but I'm not going to dismiss the notion out of hand. Neither of us are exactly nice people. And I'm certainly not opposed to adding another monster to the list of people I care about.
[..........wAIT SHIT]
[..........wAIT SHIT]
[Ohhhh boy. That's a hell of a pause between that text and her own, probably about an hour's worth. While she tries to process what in the goddamned fuck just happened there.]
Please love yourself better than giving a shit about me. What the fuck.
Please love yourself better than giving a shit about me. What the fuck.
[That's plenty of time for Tyler to work himself halfway to a panic attack.
It's not a video call, this is fine, he can just smooth-talk his way out of this hole.]
Now you're giving ME too much credit. It's easier just to say 'care about' than go into the whole spiel about how I don't have any empathy but you're an exception that I'm willing to put some actual time into investing a proper interest in. And even then, we're just work friends with extremely enjoyable benefits.
[nailed it]
It's not a video call, this is fine, he can just smooth-talk his way out of this hole.]
Now you're giving ME too much credit. It's easier just to say 'care about' than go into the whole spiel about how I don't have any empathy but you're an exception that I'm willing to put some actual time into investing a proper interest in. And even then, we're just work friends with extremely enjoyable benefits.
[
[It's probably better than screaming into a void during that time and having every single one of her cats be absolutely concerned.]
How can you have no empathy when you're saying you're willing to invest time into me of all things? That sounds a little contradictory, darling.
Merely stating the facts.
[So did not nail it.]
How can you have no empathy when you're saying you're willing to invest time into me of all things? That sounds a little contradictory, darling.
Merely stating the facts.
[So did not nail it.]
[Fuck.
fuck fuck fuck fuck shit]
Just forget about it, then. It's all just a hassle, and we hardly need one of those when we've got more interesting fish to fry.
fuck fuck fuck fuck shit]
Just forget about it, then. It's all just a hassle, and we hardly need one of those when we've got more interesting fish to fry.
Edited 2020-05-11 06:07 (UTC)
[You know what, that's fair.]
If you ever want to not dodge around the answer, then feel free to say so. Otherwise I'm perfectly fine ignoring it.
If you ever want to not dodge around the answer, then feel free to say so. Otherwise I'm perfectly fine ignoring it.
Let's continue ignoring it, thank you.
[he's going to suffocate himself in his pillow now this is Fine]
[he's going to suffocate himself in his pillow now this is Fine]
[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?
I didn't say I found the mere sight of you offensive, but I can. That's a service I'm offering right now for free.
[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]
[Oh how he delights when mortals take their place as subservients to his whims.]
Marvelous, I will see you anon.
[And with that sent off, he'll be on his way to said park, sitting himself down on a bench under a tree, staying out of the direct sunlight. That's not weird. He's dressed in his Garlean leather outfit with a bag besides him full of myriad supplies. Far less what he might truly need versus what he wants.
He really isn't taking this being mortal thing as seriously as he should. It's hard to, when this world is so bizarre it feels like a stupid dream, rather than any sort of reality. As Tyler approaches, he might notice that Solus looks...possibly asleep? His arms are crossed over his chest, his head tilted off to one side, slightly hanging there while his eyes are closed. His breathing is even slow and relaxed enough to almost look like he's not.]
Marvelous, I will see you anon.
[And with that sent off, he'll be on his way to said park, sitting himself down on a bench under a tree, staying out of the direct sunlight. That's not weird. He's dressed in his Garlean leather outfit with a bag besides him full of myriad supplies. Far less what he might truly need versus what he wants.
He really isn't taking this being mortal thing as seriously as he should. It's hard to, when this world is so bizarre it feels like a stupid dream, rather than any sort of reality. As Tyler approaches, he might notice that Solus looks...possibly asleep? His arms are crossed over his chest, his head tilted off to one side, slightly hanging there while his eyes are closed. His breathing is even slow and relaxed enough to almost look like he's not.]
[When Tyler shows up, he's wearing something almost like riding gear; skinny denim jeans and lowcut black boots with an inch or two of heel, his navy peacoat, and a pair of polarized sunglasses sit atop his untouched hair.
There's also a phenomenally large Aerodactyl walking beside him, wearing a series of leather harnesses; but its footsteps are surprisingly quiet on the damp grass, and the two stop just shy of Solus. Not close enough to wake him up; not until Tyler snaps his fingers and points at the man, and the Aerodactyl takes a deep breath - then Roars, at full, ridiculous volume at the Ascian man.]
There's also a phenomenally large Aerodactyl walking beside him, wearing a series of leather harnesses; but its footsteps are surprisingly quiet on the damp grass, and the two stop just shy of Solus. Not close enough to wake him up; not until Tyler snaps his fingers and points at the man, and the Aerodactyl takes a deep breath - then Roars, at full, ridiculous volume at the Ascian man.]
[This is far from the first time he's been caught asleep where he shouldn't be, nor will it be the last. Also far from the first that he's ever been awoken so rudely! Honestly, who knows which is worse: this, or when he was chased down by three tall warrior women with long rabbit-like ears. They could have just let him keep sleeping, he wasn't harming anything, but nooo, they had to capture him and parade him into their little village like he was some prize.
Well, in his opinion, he supposes he is quite, but that's besides the point. Neither is that here nor there, and instead he's left with this giant lizard roaring at him. So rude, and if he were one liable to be frightened, perhaps he might have been. Instead, his body tenses, face scrunching with obvious discomfort and discontent, brow furrowing deeply, before he squints and scowls at the pair with undeniable annoyance.
His voice even going up an octave as he bitches.]
...Was that truly necessary?! Do you make a habit of attempting to inflame the elderly, or am I just special?
Well, in his opinion, he supposes he is quite, but that's besides the point. Neither is that here nor there, and instead he's left with this giant lizard roaring at him. So rude, and if he were one liable to be frightened, perhaps he might have been. Instead, his body tenses, face scrunching with obvious discomfort and discontent, brow furrowing deeply, before he squints and scowls at the pair with undeniable annoyance.
His voice even going up an octave as he bitches.]
...Was that truly necessary?! Do you make a habit of attempting to inflame the elderly, or am I just special?
[Tyler looks absolutely shamelessly delighted at the poor reception to his prehistoric alarm, and his hands have a playful bounce to them.]
Sorry, was it really that loud? I can't tell.
[why yes, he is one hundred percent milking that deaf card. And giving Ox a brief pat on his oversized snout.]
Now that you're awake, are you quite ready? We'll only be able to travel for about five hours before Ox needs a break.
Sorry, was it really that loud? I can't tell.
[why yes, he is one hundred percent milking that deaf card. And giving Ox a brief pat on his oversized snout.]
Now that you're awake, are you quite ready? We'll only be able to travel for about five hours before Ox needs a break.
[Solus merely narrows his eyes at Tyler, not dignifying such a question with a response. While he knows well Tyler doesn't know to what extent the volume was...he knows the little bastard knows it was.]
Yes, yes I am quite ready. Do not mistake my momentary rest for aught else.
[He huffs, grabbing his bag and rising to his feet, standing with a notable slouch to his posture. He looks from Tyler to Ox, tilting his head with slight curiosity.]
...Intriguing name choice, but I suppose it makes sense.
Yes, yes I am quite ready. Do not mistake my momentary rest for aught else.
[He huffs, grabbing his bag and rising to his feet, standing with a notable slouch to his posture. He looks from Tyler to Ox, tilting his head with slight curiosity.]
...Intriguing name choice, but I suppose it makes sense.
[Tyler turns and strokes Ox's snout with both hands, and a bright red feather pops out from the folds of his coat collar, so Isis can look up at the big dinosaur too. With a gentle rumble, and a swish of its long tail through the grass, the Aerodactyl kneels down, so that Tyler can climb up the leather straps and get nestled in the saddle he's fixed to Ox.
Though when he's in, there's clearly space behind him for a second person; evidently he must have brought some sort of double saddle. When he's comfortably settled in, he lifts his hands to sign again.]
Come on then.
Though when he's in, there's clearly space behind him for a second person; evidently he must have brought some sort of double saddle. When he's comfortably settled in, he lifts his hands to sign again.]
Come on then.
Very well.
[The creature is impressive, Solus can admit that much, but he'd not praise the beast for its terrible behavior. In fact, he looks a touch annoyed that Tyler is, but he says nothing. Merely waits till the other man is settled in the saddle, before making his way over.
Looking up at Tyler, finally he's able to press the annoyed expression from his face, letting a more affable one take its place. With his bag secured, he climbs up himself, and does so somewhat effortlessly. While it's been quite some time since last he road any beast, it's not a skill he's forgotten. The main fuss is his...outfit, but that's easily managed after a moment.
But what a precarious proximity they have, one that Solus doesn't mind outright. In fact, he idly ponders using it to his advantage. Settling his hands on Tyler's hips for lack of anywhere else to hold, he nods.]
Off to Ecruteak we go!
[The creature is impressive, Solus can admit that much, but he'd not praise the beast for its terrible behavior. In fact, he looks a touch annoyed that Tyler is, but he says nothing. Merely waits till the other man is settled in the saddle, before making his way over.
Looking up at Tyler, finally he's able to press the annoyed expression from his face, letting a more affable one take its place. With his bag secured, he climbs up himself, and does so somewhat effortlessly. While it's been quite some time since last he road any beast, it's not a skill he's forgotten. The main fuss is his...outfit, but that's easily managed after a moment.
But what a precarious proximity they have, one that Solus doesn't mind outright. In fact, he idly ponders using it to his advantage. Settling his hands on Tyler's hips for lack of anywhere else to hold, he nods.]
Off to Ecruteak we go!
[Tyler immediately stiffens at the touch, and in a silent blip there's a Natu sitting on his shoulder staring balefully at Solus.
Isis' eyes turn to look down at his hands, and glow a brilliant purple: and Solus's hands will be wrapped in an aura of the same colour. He'll quickly find that he won't be able to control them whatsoever, as they get removed, with overexaggerated care, from Tyler's hips, and pressed into the saddle horn directly in front of Solus - so hard that it threatens to bend his fingers back at their bases.
Then the pressure releases, Isis gives him one last glare, and teleports back out of sight.
Tyler claps a hand firmly against Ox's flank, and the Aerodactyl jerks swiftly upright, dropping into a crouch as he spreads his huge wings wide, and in one leap rockets into the air, flapping with incredible power until the buildings are hundreds of feet beneath them and he finally takes his motion from near-vertical to horizontal.
Off to Ecruteak they go.]
Isis' eyes turn to look down at his hands, and glow a brilliant purple: and Solus's hands will be wrapped in an aura of the same colour. He'll quickly find that he won't be able to control them whatsoever, as they get removed, with overexaggerated care, from Tyler's hips, and pressed into the saddle horn directly in front of Solus - so hard that it threatens to bend his fingers back at their bases.
Then the pressure releases, Isis gives him one last glare, and teleports back out of sight.
Tyler claps a hand firmly against Ox's flank, and the Aerodactyl jerks swiftly upright, dropping into a crouch as he spreads his huge wings wide, and in one leap rockets into the air, flapping with incredible power until the buildings are hundreds of feet beneath them and he finally takes his motion from near-vertical to horizontal.
Off to Ecruteak they go.]
[Despite how painful that was, Solus doesn't nearly react as much as one might have expected. After experiencing as much pain as he has, even experienced mortal death by choice, the pain is nothing more than an irritation. His eyes locked with Isis as she does her little guard duty, his face a more irritated scowl than much else that would prove the pain he's in.
But then she releases him, and he obliges. Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, he can deal with it. The beast is rather impressive, the speed and power behind its takeoff is certainly something to admire! Though admittedly the sheer force of wind makes that appreciation a little difficult.
As they soar towards their destination, far off though it is, Solus eventually braces closer to Tyler's back. One could argue that it's understandable due to the wind, but then again this is Solus. Who knows his true motive, certainly not anyone but him. At least his hands are on the horn still!]
But then she releases him, and he obliges. Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, he can deal with it. The beast is rather impressive, the speed and power behind its takeoff is certainly something to admire! Though admittedly the sheer force of wind makes that appreciation a little difficult.
As they soar towards their destination, far off though it is, Solus eventually braces closer to Tyler's back. One could argue that it's understandable due to the wind, but then again this is Solus. Who knows his true motive, certainly not anyone but him. At least his hands are on the horn still!]
[Tyler doesn't react to the press of Solus against his back, but he still doesn't like it. Which is why Isis pops up again, in the crook of Tyler's neck where his coat meets his shirt collar, glaring narrow-eyed at Solus again. There's no psychic pressure this time, but the threat of it hangs in the air.
Feeling Isis's ill temper makes Tyler himself finally glance back, though his own gaze is impossible to discern through his glasses. He's not signing, but words pop into Solus's mind anyway.]
If you like, we can go a bit slower so the wind is less intense.
Feeling Isis's ill temper makes Tyler himself finally glance back, though his own gaze is impossible to discern through his glasses. He's not signing, but words pop into Solus's mind anyway.]
If you like, we can go a bit slower so the wind is less intense.
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