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
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."
"I figured you'd be agreeable, victories can sometimes soothe hurt egos like that." He retorts with his own pleasantness. Lowering the cane, he removes his hand from the corner, letting his weight rest upon it.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you and Tyler—your bond is founded on something beyond this world." His yellow eyes lock with Steven's own as he asks, his expression keeping that false affable quality to it, though the slight rise of the right corner of his grin is noteworthy. "One might even wager you come from the same world. Perhaps even shared the same experience ere your arrival."
None of these are questions. They are statements, and while he invited him to correct him if he was wrong, he's clearly confident that won't be happening.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you and Tyler—your bond is founded on something beyond this world." His yellow eyes lock with Steven's own as he asks, his expression keeping that false affable quality to it, though the slight rise of the right corner of his grin is noteworthy. "One might even wager you come from the same world. Perhaps even shared the same experience ere your arrival."
None of these are questions. They are statements, and while he invited him to correct him if he was wrong, he's clearly confident that won't be happening.
Great. Amazing. Of course the old bastard figured out that much--though Steven really needed to find out from Tyler exactly how much he'd told Solus about himself.
"The same world, yes," Steven says, with a shrug. "Not the exact same experience, but. A similar one."
"The same world, yes," Steven says, with a shrug. "Not the exact same experience, but. A similar one."
Not the exact same experience...hm!
"How very interesting." He offers a little blandly, but there's a lilt to his voice towards the end. "It much explains your aversion to me, and Tyler's own discomfort. Though, I cannot help but wonder...you see, I had heard that he was an apprentice of sorts, though the details yet escape me--however, 'tis not his I ponder, but yours."
His eyebrows raise with interest with the emphasize put on that last word. "So come! What role did you play in your shared yet not-exactly-the-same-experience? I feel by rights I should know what manner of devil you project onto me, if I am to suffer your ill-placed wrath."
"How very interesting." He offers a little blandly, but there's a lilt to his voice towards the end. "It much explains your aversion to me, and Tyler's own discomfort. Though, I cannot help but wonder...you see, I had heard that he was an apprentice of sorts, though the details yet escape me--however, 'tis not his I ponder, but yours."
His eyebrows raise with interest with the emphasize put on that last word. "So come! What role did you play in your shared yet not-exactly-the-same-experience? I feel by rights I should know what manner of devil you project onto me, if I am to suffer your ill-placed wrath."
Edited 2020-05-27 10:38 (UTC)
"I was-- the caretaker," Steven says shortly. "Of all of us who were there. I was mostly left alone to do my tasks and when his attention was focused on me, it usually boded ill for my charges. Does that satisfy you?"
God, he hopes it does. He just wants the dried up old queen to go away.
God, he hopes it does. He just wants the dried up old queen to go away.
[Thank you, Steven, for recognising that that wasn't fucking helping.]
Yeah, I. Suppose I got used to you just sort of being a private mess about your sociopathy. It's just a very sudden swap to me, to hear you talking about it so confidently.
Yeah, I. Suppose I got used to you just sort of being a private mess about your sociopathy. It's just a very sudden swap to me, to hear you talking about it so confidently.
There's a clear sense of satisfaction that dances behind Solus's eyes as Steven acquiesces the information. It's not all that he could give, but in a way, he likes that. It allows him to puzzle it out, play with little pet theories about these strange mortal men and their damage.
Damage he, admittedly, thinks they ought not to have gone through, though Tyler more than Steven. That being the extent of his compassion towards either. With a sated smile, he holds up one finger of his gloved hand, the golden arrows upon his palm visible.
"I've but one more question--what manner of creature was responsible for your troubling fate? A capricious and intelligent being that I seemingly bear a striking resemblance to, apparently, but that does not tell me much at all."
Damage he, admittedly, thinks they ought not to have gone through, though Tyler more than Steven. That being the extent of his compassion towards either. With a sated smile, he holds up one finger of his gloved hand, the golden arrows upon his palm visible.
"I've but one more question--what manner of creature was responsible for your troubling fate? A capricious and intelligent being that I seemingly bear a striking resemblance to, apparently, but that does not tell me much at all."
Steven snorts. "A sinner," he says flatly, stepping around Solus. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to turn in my quota."
"By all means, pray do not let me keep you from your task." He says as if he didn't just do that. However, he does find this new bounty of information interesting to say the least, and the irony is not lost on him that whatever that creature is would be called a 'sinner'. Inhabitants on the first carrying such a moniker for themselves in the face of the Sineaters.
He lets Steven pass without a fuss, happy to see him go Though he calls after him, "I do thank you for your most valuable answers. Till next time, friend."
He lets Steven pass without a fuss, happy to see him go Though he calls after him, "I do thank you for your most valuable answers. Till next time, friend."
Edited (phone tagging is true suffering) 2020-05-27 11:32 (UTC)
Steven doesn't reply verbally, but lifts a hand in acknowledgement.
Jesus fucking Christ, what an asshole. He's-- going to have to talk to Tyler about this later, probably.
Jesus fucking Christ, what an asshole. He's-- going to have to talk to Tyler about this later, probably.
Psychopathy, I think, actually. Since I was born this way--or more, I guess, on the inevitable trajectory towards being this way. I think sociopaths are made, like you were.
And-- it doesn't feel so sudden to me. But that's probably because. Well. Some of the things Jack and I talk about when we're alone... it's different, then, you know? When it's just the two of you? Things are-- easier, sometimes, to talk about. When you'd struggle to talk about them in your more normal life.
And-- it doesn't feel so sudden to me. But that's probably because. Well. Some of the things Jack and I talk about when we're alone... it's different, then, you know? When it's just the two of you? Things are-- easier, sometimes, to talk about. When you'd struggle to talk about them in your more normal life.
Yeah, of course I'm not going to know what happens behind closed doors with you. What you and Jack do, ninety percent of the time I don't want to know. I don't give a shit what you do in your private time.
[Which funnily enough includes being told that one of his good friends went and murdered his partner, even if it was on request.]
It's just weird hearing it like this.
[Which funnily enough includes being told that one of his good friends went and murdered his partner, even if it was on request.]
It's just weird hearing it like this.
Yeah. It must be.
I'm still me, though? More at ease with myself, but still *me*.
I'm still me, though? More at ease with myself, but still *me*.
I know that.
Sorry. This feels so stupid. [He's definitely burying his face in his pillow between every time he waits for his phone to go off, as if he can hide from Steven's concern at him.]
Just. Give me some time on it, I guess.
Sorry. This feels so stupid. [He's definitely burying his face in his pillow between every time he waits for his phone to go off, as if he can hide from Steven's concern at him.]
Just. Give me some time on it, I guess.
Of course.
However long you need.
Do you want me to avoid you offline too for a while?
However long you need.
Do you want me to avoid you offline too for a while?
[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?
Of course. Nex can handle his ghost types and if his stupid bird gets in the way, Nex can easily brute force it.
I'm done, Steven. Absolutely done.
I'm done, Steven. Absolutely done.
As well you should be. That dried-up bitch has fucked with us and ours far too many times.
[He pauses for a moment, then types,] How's Tyler doing?
[He pauses for a moment, then types,] How's Tyler doing?
He was the one who gave me the idea to have Nex go fuck with him and his Pokemon.
So well enough, I suppose?
So well enough, I suppose?
Ah. Good.
[She must not have bitched him out for keeping secrets too badly then.]
I can give you a list of all the places I kicked him while he was down, so Nex knows where he's (presumably) still tender?
[She must not have bitched him out for keeping secrets too badly then.]
I can give you a list of all the places I kicked him while he was down, so Nex knows where he's (presumably) still tender?
I wouldn't mind that particular list. Though she's more there to harass him without actually harming him. Too easy to get other forces involved if I go that route, after all...
True enough.
That said, I got in some good hard kicks on his ribs (both sides), his kneecaps (both again), and his balls—and while I didn't actually kick his throat, I did press my heel down long enough that it'll certainly bruise.
That said, I got in some good hard kicks on his ribs (both sides), his kneecaps (both again), and his balls—and while I didn't actually kick his throat, I did press my heel down long enough that it'll certainly bruise.
Mmm. Only two of these things are easy for her to get to. But it's noted either way.
Did you enjoy it, at least?
Did you enjoy it, at least?
[He's smiling to himself as he types,]
*Immensely*.
Honestly, Lydia, until then I'd never felt so *alive* as when I had his throat under my heel and knew that all I needed to do was put my entire weight on it to crush it.
The only reason I didn't is that you'd already proven how thoroughly they heal you when you poof off to the pokecenter.
*Immensely*.
Honestly, Lydia, until then I'd never felt so *alive* as when I had his throat under my heel and knew that all I needed to do was put my entire weight on it to crush it.
The only reason I didn't is that you'd already proven how thoroughly they heal you when you poof off to the pokecenter.
Edited 2020-05-29 00:35 (UTC)
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