Steven 'Sharpteeth' Durante (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
(Continuation of this thread)
Jack leaves his Meowth to clean up after dinner. Pokemon, it turns out, are almost as good as human house staff. He's got plenty of his trained to do all sorts of things around the house.
Steven already knows the routine, so Jack just heads upstairs knowing he'll follow. They've already settled into a routine and he's not even sure it when it happened. But whatever, it works. And it's probably good for him, he can't just mope around being sad about his lost sociopath forever. He's got so much love left to put out there and give! It'd be a shame to waste it all.
He heads to the master bath, and then pauses in the doorway.
"I never know which is the better way to do this, so did you wanna see me take it off or just..." It's been a while since he just showed someone his face. The old crew...well, they'd all just seen it, after Athena tore his mask right off his face. It had taken till another weird weekend for him to be able to fix it.
And Nisha...hell, Nisha had been there when it happened. It's rare he's gotta do this whole reveal thing.
"Your call, like I said, I don't wanna make a big thing about it."
Jack leaves his Meowth to clean up after dinner. Pokemon, it turns out, are almost as good as human house staff. He's got plenty of his trained to do all sorts of things around the house.
Steven already knows the routine, so Jack just heads upstairs knowing he'll follow. They've already settled into a routine and he's not even sure it when it happened. But whatever, it works. And it's probably good for him, he can't just mope around being sad about his lost sociopath forever. He's got so much love left to put out there and give! It'd be a shame to waste it all.
He heads to the master bath, and then pauses in the doorway.
"I never know which is the better way to do this, so did you wanna see me take it off or just..." It's been a while since he just showed someone his face. The old crew...well, they'd all just seen it, after Athena tore his mask right off his face. It had taken till another weird weekend for him to be able to fix it.
And Nisha...hell, Nisha had been there when it happened. It's rare he's gotta do this whole reveal thing.
"Your call, like I said, I don't wanna make a big thing about it."
Steven shakes his head. "Just take it off," he says, perched on the edge of Jack's bed. "It really shouldn't be a big thing. Both faces are you, after all."
There's an odd sort of giddiness running through his veins. Not only is he going to see Jack's other face, which he can't help but be a little excited by, even if it really isn't a big deal—but he can't stop thinking about what Jack promised to teach him. God, he wants to learn.
He looks down at his hands. Flexes his fingers. Smiles, just a little, to himself. And then he looks back up at Jack.
"You know I won't see you any differently, right?"
There's an odd sort of giddiness running through his veins. Not only is he going to see Jack's other face, which he can't help but be a little excited by, even if it really isn't a big deal—but he can't stop thinking about what Jack promised to teach him. God, he wants to learn.
He looks down at his hands. Flexes his fingers. Smiles, just a little, to himself. And then he looks back up at Jack.
"You know I won't see you any differently, right?"
Edited 2020-02-25 09:00 (UTC)
[Action; sometime AFTER the Jack's House... thing.]
uber_marionettist
2020-03-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The training room was meant for Pokemon, but it turns out that there's no rules in place to stop humans from using it. Not that rules have ever provided adequate deterrent to Dirk Strider anyway.
Training under Dirk is like.... it's a lot like getting beaten up repeatedly with a fancy santa. But eventually, with hard work, determination, and enough brain cells and accompanying desire (or simple need) to actually fucking learn?
Yeah, you also get to punch Dirk Strider. And really, isn't that its own reward?
Hopefully that's worth the cuts, abrasions, and bruises that come with the learning curve.
Though apparently Dirk's cooldown drink of choice is... room temperature, flat orange soda? Which he stops downing (in one long, uninterrupted chug??) like 2/3 of the way through, raising his eyebrows in dramatic surprise.]
--oh. Shit. Almost forgot.
John's here.
[Pause.]
You know, the Heir?
Training under Dirk is like.... it's a lot like getting beaten up repeatedly with a fancy santa. But eventually, with hard work, determination, and enough brain cells and accompanying desire (or simple need) to actually fucking learn?
Yeah, you also get to punch Dirk Strider. And really, isn't that its own reward?
Hopefully that's worth the cuts, abrasions, and bruises that come with the learning curve.
Though apparently Dirk's cooldown drink of choice is... room temperature, flat orange soda? Which he stops downing (in one long, uninterrupted chug??) like 2/3 of the way through, raising his eyebrows in dramatic surprise.]
--oh. Shit. Almost forgot.
John's here.
[Pause.]
You know, the Heir?
[No, no, it's definitely worth all of that. Giving Dirk a black eyes? Priceless. And you know, maybe he's got a few things he needs to work out engaging in some good old-fashioned violence.
This is wonderful. It's everything he's ever wanted. Just-- the sheer visceral nature of it all. He doesn't mind that he's sore all over. He doesn't mind how dog tired he is after it's all over, gulping down cool water like he's a damn fish. Sparring, it turns out, has the losing himself in physicality that he'd get from a good work out, but with that special thrill of getting to do most of what he really wants to do.
You know. With a few caveats.
One thing Dirk will probably notice is that given the chance to be, Steven is an absolutely vicious dirty fighter.]
... Jesus Christ.
This is wonderful. It's everything he's ever wanted. Just-- the sheer visceral nature of it all. He doesn't mind that he's sore all over. He doesn't mind how dog tired he is after it's all over, gulping down cool water like he's a damn fish. Sparring, it turns out, has the losing himself in physicality that he'd get from a good work out, but with that special thrill of getting to do most of what he really wants to do.
You know. With a few caveats.
One thing Dirk will probably notice is that given the chance to be, Steven is an absolutely vicious dirty fighter.]
... Jesus Christ.
Where the hell did the UBirds go?
[Tyler may or may not be under the impression Steven is still at Moomoo Farms with him.]
[Tyler may or may not be under the impression Steven is still at Moomoo Farms with him.]
Oh shit.
[Nope. He's all cuddled up to his boyfriend now, getting pretty close to Goldenrod.]
[Nope. He's all cuddled up to his boyfriend now, getting pretty close to Goldenrod.]
About two days after the Prom and all its bullshit, Tyler sends Steven a photo.
It's an Aerodactyl. Crouched on the floor of the Rocket HQ gym, sniffing an equally curious Dexter. Steven knows how tall the Houndoom is: the fossil Pokemon is easily twice his size. Isis is in the photo too, an easy-to-miss flash of green on the Aerodactyl's grey horn, her entire body not much larger than the dinosaur's eye.
A text follows.
I'm calling him Ox.
It's an Aerodactyl. Crouched on the floor of the Rocket HQ gym, sniffing an equally curious Dexter. Steven knows how tall the Houndoom is: the fossil Pokemon is easily twice his size. Isis is in the photo too, an easy-to-miss flash of green on the Aerodactyl's grey horn, her entire body not much larger than the dinosaur's eye.
A text follows.
I'm calling him Ox.
My God, he's *huge*.
(I still haven't tried to revive mine yet. Hell, Jack and I are technically still in Cerulean--we decided to stick around for two more nights at the B&B on the coast, to celebrate April 20th together and we're making one more stop before we leave...)
He sends a photo of the outside of the Gym.
I'm going to get cleared to Surf on Fail Whale today if it kills me.
(I still haven't tried to revive mine yet. Hell, Jack and I are technically still in Cerulean--we decided to stick around for two more nights at the B&B on the coast, to celebrate April 20th together and we're making one more stop before we leave...)
He sends a photo of the outside of the Gym.
I'm going to get cleared to Surf on Fail Whale today if it kills me.
[Goddammit. Well. Lydia's just staring blankly at the screen for a second before rubbing at her face with her free hand.]
Steven.
What. The fuck. Is this?
[Oh, she's shifting the screen around to show the newly revived omanyte.] What the actual fuck. [And she's shifting the screen around again to Nex and Flaris who are curled around some goddamned eggs.]
ALSO WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SHIT?
Steven.
What. The fuck. Is this?
[Oh, she's shifting the screen around to show the newly revived omanyte.] What the actual fuck. [And she's shifting the screen around again to Nex and Flaris who are curled around some goddamned eggs.]
ALSO WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SHIT?
That... looks like it was a fossil? Um. Pokemon equivalent of an ammonite. Let me run a search on it...
[He's frowning a little at the screen as he checks.]
Omanyte, I guess. From a helix fossile. And luckily that's how it's supposed to look like. You could have ended up with a chimerical abomination unto space llama god, like the rest of us.
As for the eggs... trade or sell them. Or make gifts of them to people, in order to cultivate them for the future. I'd be willing to take one off your hands--one of the houndours? You can say one thing about Carly's girlfriend's dog--it's damn impressive when it wants to be. I'm so used to Doom Boner that I forgot most houndour are... not like that.
[He's frowning a little at the screen as he checks.]
Omanyte, I guess. From a helix fossile. And luckily that's how it's supposed to look like. You could have ended up with a chimerical abomination unto space llama god, like the rest of us.
As for the eggs... trade or sell them. Or make gifts of them to people, in order to cultivate them for the future. I'd be willing to take one off your hands--one of the houndours? You can say one thing about Carly's girlfriend's dog--it's damn impressive when it wants to be. I'm so used to Doom Boner that I forgot most houndour are... not like that.
TIO STEVEN HELP HOW DO I STOP BEING GAY FOR MY STRAIGHT BEST FRIEND
[It takes about half an hour for him to reply to her. Sssshhh, he was beating Misty.]
Oh mija, you're going to hate this, but really, the only thing you can do is wait out the crush, the same as you would with anyone else.
Also: are you *sure* she's 100% straight and not bisexual and scared and/or repressed?
Oh mija, you're going to hate this, but really, the only thing you can do is wait out the crush, the same as you would with anyone else.
Also: are you *sure* she's 100% straight and not bisexual and scared and/or repressed?
[It's getting on in the evening when Tyler sends a message apropos of nothing.]
You were entirely correct about feeling like you need a shower after dealing with Solus in person.
You were entirely correct about feeling like you need a shower after dealing with Solus in person.
My God. What did he say to *you*?
(Also, EVA is doing fine, if you're wondering. Thank you for lending her for the weekend. Them.)
(Also, EVA is doing fine, if you're wondering. Thank you for lending her for the weekend. Them.)
Steven, I fear I am calling on your offer to allow access to the Radio Tower's roof sooner than I intended.
[Guess who called him to come scrape him off the landing...]
[Guess who called him to come scrape him off the landing...]
Ah hell.
Right. Let me finish typing this up and take this to the chief and I'll see about letting you in.
[About five minutes pass.]
I'm on my way down. I have to warn you, though, there's half a chance that Solus might still be there.
He and I had an... altercation on the stairs.
Right. Let me finish typing this up and take this to the chief and I'll see about letting you in.
[About five minutes pass.]
I'm on my way down. I have to warn you, though, there's half a chance that Solus might still be there.
He and I had an... altercation on the stairs.
Whyyyyyyyy are you like this.
[There's a beat as he considers the sentence again. He needs to be more specific.]
Why did you push Solus down the stairs. He told me it was because he set you off over me.
[There's a beat as he considers the sentence again. He needs to be more specific.]
Why did you push Solus down the stairs. He told me it was because he set you off over me.
That. Was the final straw, yes. But technically I threw him down the stairs because he wouldn't step to the side to let me pass normally when I already asked him twice and *then* he made a dick comment about you.
I suppose I could have just shoved past him normally. But honestly, he's had it coming.
I suppose I could have just shoved past him normally. But honestly, he's had it coming.
Edited 2020-05-27 05:28 (UTC)
So much for heeding Tyler's warning, eh? Well, perhaps he did, but merely in his own way. There's something on his mind since his run in with Tyler, and he truly did not plan to find Steven so soon. Sure, they work essentially in the same building, live in the same city, but the true opportunity did not seem like it would present itself for him to confront him so soon.
Yet, here it is.
He catches sight of Steven making his way through the base towards him, quickly he ducks around the corner to wait. Midday always has it pretty busy with members doing their usual duties, between other scientists working on projects, grunts turning in reports and Pokémon, there's little privacy to be had. Which works perfectly for Solus.
Just as Steven goes to turn a corner, he'll find a cane barring his path. Its owner resting a hand on said corner for the support that was sacrificed for such. Naturally the owner is Solus, who is dressed in the typical lab coat, with a thin red scarf covering his neck, artfully tucked into the front of his coat. Again, he's done a masterful job of hiding what marks Steven left on him, but under proper scrutiny, one can see the damage.
Knowingly, he smiles at Steven, his eyes glancing to the other rockets that are busy doing their own business, but not so much that they wouldn't notice Steven whale on Solus. No, this is as calculated as an impromptu confrontation could be.
"I do so hope you are not in any rush, Steven," he says coolly, as if he wasn't still suffering from their last encounter a week ago, "for I have a few queries that only you could answer. Certainly you have the time to spare for one of your compeers, yes?"
Yet, here it is.
He catches sight of Steven making his way through the base towards him, quickly he ducks around the corner to wait. Midday always has it pretty busy with members doing their usual duties, between other scientists working on projects, grunts turning in reports and Pokémon, there's little privacy to be had. Which works perfectly for Solus.
Just as Steven goes to turn a corner, he'll find a cane barring his path. Its owner resting a hand on said corner for the support that was sacrificed for such. Naturally the owner is Solus, who is dressed in the typical lab coat, with a thin red scarf covering his neck, artfully tucked into the front of his coat. Again, he's done a masterful job of hiding what marks Steven left on him, but under proper scrutiny, one can see the damage.
Knowingly, he smiles at Steven, his eyes glancing to the other rockets that are busy doing their own business, but not so much that they wouldn't notice Steven whale on Solus. No, this is as calculated as an impromptu confrontation could be.
"I do so hope you are not in any rush, Steven," he says coolly, as if he wasn't still suffering from their last encounter a week ago, "for I have a few queries that only you could answer. Certainly you have the time to spare for one of your compeers, yes?"
Re: Action; rocket base...because Solus is a stubborn ass
fingersandteeth
2020-05-27 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh hell.
Of course the asshole would do this when he was coming down to turn in his quota. Would know enough now not to try anything without other eyes around who'd intervene or call an admin if they got too violent. Steven can feel the familiar pit of ice begin to form at the bottom of his stomach--
--and then he takes a second look at Solus and takes stock of all the little, hidden ways he's still hurting from being thrown down the stairs. Damage Steven did to him. Because unlike with his Keeper, Steven can hurt him.
The ice begins to thaw.
"If you're quick with them, yes," he replies, in those all-too-familiar pleasant tones that Solus will remember from every conversation but their last--but this time, there's also an undercurrent of amused satisfaction to it as well. "I don't see why not."
Of course the asshole would do this when he was coming down to turn in his quota. Would know enough now not to try anything without other eyes around who'd intervene or call an admin if they got too violent. Steven can feel the familiar pit of ice begin to form at the bottom of his stomach--
--and then he takes a second look at Solus and takes stock of all the little, hidden ways he's still hurting from being thrown down the stairs. Damage Steven did to him. Because unlike with his Keeper, Steven can hurt him.
The ice begins to thaw.
"If you're quick with them, yes," he replies, in those all-too-familiar pleasant tones that Solus will remember from every conversation but their last--but this time, there's also an undercurrent of amused satisfaction to it as well. "I don't see why not."
[Text, some time after whenever the hell she talked to Tyler idk]
wonderland_vogue
2020-05-28 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
If you happen to see Nex stalking Solus, do me a favor and ignore her being there.
Re: [Text, some time after whenever the hell she talked to Tyler idk]
fingersandteeth
2020-05-28 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I take it you're having your own fun with the old bastard too?
[Text, some time after the selfie exchange with Tyler]
wonderland_vogue
2020-06-12 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Fucking end me now, god.
Re: [Text, some time after the selfie exchange with Tyler]
fingersandteeth
2020-06-12 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Lydia? What happened?
(Do you need me to hurt someone for you?)
(Do you need me to hurt someone for you?)
[After a most enlightening conversation with his dear friend, Emet-Selch, he decided that it would be prudent to have a conversation with Steven. So, just like anyone would, he sat outside his workplace for several hours to wait for him to simply leave.]
[And then when he finally does, he closes in, looming. His face is calm and placid. He's even smiling! He's dressed as he always is; seems like he hasn't managed to get to the tailor yet. He still gets plenty of stares, but people are sort of getting used to him these days. His voice is even and calm, in spite of what Steven may correctly guess that this is about.]
Ah, Steven! Just who I was hoping to see. We need to have a little talk. Is the coffee shop over there fine for you?
[And then when he finally does, he closes in, looming. His face is calm and placid. He's even smiling! He's dressed as he always is; seems like he hasn't managed to get to the tailor yet. He still gets plenty of stares, but people are sort of getting used to him these days. His voice is even and calm, in spite of what Steven may correctly guess that this is about.]
Ah, Steven! Just who I was hoping to see. We need to have a little talk. Is the coffee shop over there fine for you?
[Oh hell. Steven shrinks away, as if he's trying to make himself smaller than he already does on a daily basis.]
I. Yes. Fine.
[If it's a public place there is only so much Hythlodaeus can do to him, right?]
I. Yes. Fine.
[If it's a public place there is only so much Hythlodaeus can do to him, right?]
Here's a suggestion: just put your 'gear somewhere you know you won't remember or can't get to when you get drunk or high.
Should be a better idea.
Should be a better idea.
Oh that's a really great idea you're very smart Lydia obviously you were the smart one and Edward was the pretty one.
Not that you aren't also probably pretty for a girl not that I can really judge but you know what I mean.
Not that you aren't also probably pretty for a girl not that I can really judge but you know what I mean.
Steven?
[As requested, Armin is directing the message to his inbox. Just so it won't go haywire and end up with god knows who.]
[As requested, Armin is directing the message to his inbox. Just so it won't go haywire and end up with god knows who.]
[ Steven... looks kind of haggard and that's definitely a mostly smoked joint resting in an ashtray in front of him and smoke in the air. He's in the ghost basement, which Armin should be able to recognize from all the times they've had video messaging down there. ]
Hi, [ he says tiredly. ] Everything's kinda shit right now. Sorry.
[ So hey Armin, do you think maybe this might be the guy who sold Greg pokepot after all. ]
Hi, [ he says tiredly. ] Everything's kinda shit right now. Sorry.
[ So hey Armin, do you think maybe this might be the guy who sold Greg pokepot after all. ]
When did you make friends with Hythlo-whatever-the-fuck?
Oh. Uh. That.
I don't know if we're friends so much as business associates who find each other to be not terrible company? He paid me money for drugs, as well as to teach him how to cook his own drugs. I might be an advisor on further drug projects. He's, uh, trying to isolate the part of persim fruit that makes you high from the part of it that makes you want to throw up.
Why? Did he apologize to you? I told him that he should, because he'd been an asshole.
I don't know if we're friends so much as business associates who find each other to be not terrible company? He paid me money for drugs, as well as to teach him how to cook his own drugs. I might be an advisor on further drug projects. He's, uh, trying to isolate the part of persim fruit that makes you high from the part of it that makes you want to throw up.
Why? Did he apologize to you? I told him that he should, because he'd been an asshole.
So I've managed to find myself in a bit of trouble. You wouldn't have some unoccupied floor space I might use tonight, would you?
Oh *shit*. Did you and Hades have a fight? Did he kick you out of the *house*?
[Ugh. Now Hades is giving him fucking Liam vibes and not just True Fae vibes.]
[Ugh. Now Hades is giving him fucking Liam vibes and not just True Fae vibes.]
Well, congrats on fucking up in such a glorious manner to which I have never witnessed before.
I created a vigilante. Fuck my life.
The only consolation is that the Admins can't see the import only channels.
The only consolation is that the Admins can't see the import only channels.
[For a hot minute he considered calling Steven outright, but with how much liquor he downed in an attempt to soothe his temper, he realizes that he will not be able to properly modulate his voice. At least this way he can squint at his message and make certain it makes sense, without carrying too much incriminating emotion within it.
Or he can try, anyway.]
Steven,
It goes without saying that we are far from allies in any sense of the word, regardless of our selfsame affiliation with our place of work. In fact, one might hazard to say such has made our inability to forge civil interaction particularly worse. I see not an improvement of such relations on the horizon, nor likely at all given the gulf between our perspectives, experiences, and beliefs. Merely, that is the way of it, and there is no changing it, sorry as I am to admit it. A failure we both share, I suppose.
So, I bid you to know well that when I say this, it is in the truest earnest.
Thank you for protecting Hythlodaeus. I believed you incapable of such mercy. Now I know otherwise.
Or he can try, anyway.]
Steven,
It goes without saying that we are far from allies in any sense of the word, regardless of our selfsame affiliation with our place of work. In fact, one might hazard to say such has made our inability to forge civil interaction particularly worse. I see not an improvement of such relations on the horizon, nor likely at all given the gulf between our perspectives, experiences, and beliefs. Merely, that is the way of it, and there is no changing it, sorry as I am to admit it. A failure we both share, I suppose.
So, I bid you to know well that when I say this, it is in the truest earnest.
Thank you for protecting Hythlodaeus. I believed you incapable of such mercy. Now I know otherwise.
Re: text; After Hythlo tattles about the casual hypnotism, honestly!!!
fingersandteeth
2020-07-26 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, why *wouldn't* I protect Hythlo? He's my *friend*!
Granted, so is Tyler, but he was being an idiot who doesn't know how to solve things without casual hypnotism, especially when if he'd only *talked* to me, I could have told him that he didn't have to do any of it in the first place!
[And, you know, maybe not have made Steven an unwilling accessory to his unnecessary brainwashing?!?]
But, well, you're welcome?
Granted, so is Tyler, but he was being an idiot who doesn't know how to solve things without casual hypnotism, especially when if he'd only *talked* to me, I could have told him that he didn't have to do any of it in the first place!
[And, you know, maybe not have made Steven an unwilling accessory to his unnecessary brainwashing?!?]
But, well, you're welcome?
Edited 2020-07-26 20:23 (UTC)
Hythlodaeus is totally out of his shit, which can be evidenced by the call Steven is getting from him at five in the fucking morning the night after the worst brunch date ever.
But will he pick up?
But will he pick up?
Ugh. The whole point of working the noon to six shift was getting to sleep in. He's just going to silence the ringer, then take this to another room entirely.
"Hythlo," Steven says from the room they've got made over for his and Jack's sexy LARP, sounding as exhausted as he really and truly is. "Right. We need to talk."
"Hythlo," Steven says from the room they've got made over for his and Jack's sexy LARP, sounding as exhausted as he really and truly is. "Right. We need to talk."
[Text, some time after the incident with Tyler idk]
wonderland_vogue
2020-07-29 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
So, do you want to defend yourself before or after I rip you a new one?
You're lucky I'm even giving you the option.
You're lucky I'm even giving you the option.
Re: [Text, some time after the incident with Tyler idk]
fingersandteeth
2020-07-29 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
If I hadn't stopped Tyler in that moment, he'd currently be subject to the revenge tactics of an old, relentless, and extremely creative monster, which I knew from experience are clarity-destroying, every time he left the protection of your home. And as much as Tyler likes and appreciates you, I don't think he wants your house to become his prison.
I wasn't going to let him do that to himself.
I wasn't going to let him do that to himself.
[He really should not be doing this, and normally he wouldn't. Normally, he isn't ass over head drunk, neither. Usually he has a couple glasses of wine to settle down, and maybe he can let himself get a little more than tipsy at times, but he really indulged, because he's got way too many emotions to try to combat with, and Dirk isn't here, and he feels like such a fool longing for someone like this.
Or, being so affected by someone he doesn't have such a long and bloodstained history with. Yet, here he is. Lonely, upset, and piss-drunk. All of these swirling emotions coming to head and producing the single worst thought any of it could have: texting Steven.
The treaty has been signed and taken care of, they are at a ceasefire...but this isn't even about starting a fight again, or anything of the sort. No, it's not even about Dirk. Not really. It's about Hythlodaeus, and the oddity between them, and how Hythlodaeus has been acting. All of it has been twisting up inside of him, and he has little outlet for it.
Guess that means his drunken mind considers Steven to be said outlet, and maybe if he's sly enough he might glean something from him.]
What is it you and Hythlodaeus are up to, really.
Or, being so affected by someone he doesn't have such a long and bloodstained history with. Yet, here he is. Lonely, upset, and piss-drunk. All of these swirling emotions coming to head and producing the single worst thought any of it could have: texting Steven.
The treaty has been signed and taken care of, they are at a ceasefire...but this isn't even about starting a fight again, or anything of the sort. No, it's not even about Dirk. Not really. It's about Hythlodaeus, and the oddity between them, and how Hythlodaeus has been acting. All of it has been twisting up inside of him, and he has little outlet for it.
Guess that means his drunken mind considers Steven to be said outlet, and maybe if he's sly enough he might glean something from him.]
What is it you and Hythlodaeus are up to, really.
Edited 2020-08-06 22:46 (UTC)
Re: text; 8/7 after his and Hythlo's lil friend date, later in the evening
fingersandteeth
2020-08-06 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, yesterday morning before work, he taught me how to make cookies, we talked about things, and I played him some music in the living room with the volume turned down low (as *Jack* gets to sleep in when Hythlo visits.)
Why do you care, Emet-Selch?
[Seriously, why are you bothering him like this? He gets it, Dirk's not around, but you're the guy who when faced with your former fiance and the hot new boy in your life chose the hot new boy.]
Why do you care, Emet-Selch?
[Seriously, why are you bothering him like this? He gets it, Dirk's not around, but you're the guy who when faced with your former fiance and the hot new boy in your life chose the hot new boy.]
Here's an idea: keep my name out of your goddamned mouth.
Noted.
[He doesn't have time for this.]
[He doesn't have time for this.]
After a couple days, Hythlodaeus sends a message containing an image of a very fussy looking cake in the shape of a sleeping Tropius.
I hope you are enjoying yourself. I found myself taking the time I would ordinarily with your cooking lesson to make a cake.
Do you have a favorite Pokémon, Steven?
I hope you are enjoying yourself. I found myself taking the time I would ordinarily with your cooking lesson to make a cake.
Do you have a favorite Pokémon, Steven?
Edited 2020-08-11 06:28 (UTC)
More or less, yeah. Jack got us a room at the fanciest hotel in Eterna City and it's very comfortable. I've been doing tourist shit and interviewing the other Otherworlders and talking into my recorder about the tourist experience here.
Jack is mostly just experimenting with Sinnoh liquor, but that's Jack.
I found an herb store that made me think of you. I'll snap some pictures when I go back and you can tell me if there's anything you want me to bring back for you as a souvenir.
Your cake looks cool. Is that fondant or modeling chocolate on top?
I'm not sure if I have an absolute favorite pokemon species, just a type (Ghost) but I do have a favorite pokemon of *mine* and that's Fail Whale, my wailord.
He's an asshole, but he's *my* asshole. You know?
After a moment he adds,
I. Wasn't sure how pissed off at me you still were over. Well. You know. Which is why I haven't texted lately.
Jack is mostly just experimenting with Sinnoh liquor, but that's Jack.
I found an herb store that made me think of you. I'll snap some pictures when I go back and you can tell me if there's anything you want me to bring back for you as a souvenir.
Your cake looks cool. Is that fondant or modeling chocolate on top?
I'm not sure if I have an absolute favorite pokemon species, just a type (Ghost) but I do have a favorite pokemon of *mine* and that's Fail Whale, my wailord.
He's an asshole, but he's *my* asshole. You know?
After a moment he adds,
I. Wasn't sure how pissed off at me you still were over. Well. You know. Which is why I haven't texted lately.
[Steven receives a textless message with a file attachment: a single photo of a beedrill wearing a Champion's ribbon around its neck, hovering above a.... let's say a 'distinctively shaped' Banette, which is holding its own ribbon up in its creepy little hands, apparently showing it to the Beedrill.
The shot provides a really great view of the Banette's bulbous and impudently-jutting derrière.]
The shot provides a really great view of the Banette's bulbous and impudently-jutting derrière.]
I see Plush Rump is really living up to his name these days.
(I'll watch the whole thing when we're back in Johto, but as soon as you sent the picture, I scoured staryutube to find the video where they announce your team and present them with the ribbons. The way Lance choked on his words when he got to Plush Rump? Absolutely *priceless*.)
Still, congratulations. Any plans of opening up a gym to get that sweet gym leader stipend?
Oh and do you want any souvenirs from Sinnoh? I mean, besides copies of everything I've been recording for 'An Otherworld Tourist's etc etc.'
(I'll watch the whole thing when we're back in Johto, but as soon as you sent the picture, I scoured staryutube to find the video where they announce your team and present them with the ribbons. The way Lance choked on his words when he got to Plush Rump? Absolutely *priceless*.)
Still, congratulations. Any plans of opening up a gym to get that sweet gym leader stipend?
Oh and do you want any souvenirs from Sinnoh? I mean, besides copies of everything I've been recording for 'An Otherworld Tourist's etc etc.'
Edited 2020-08-15 19:00 (UTC)
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