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."
[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?
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.]
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.
[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?
TIO STEVEN HELP HOW DO I STOP BEING GAY FOR MY STRAIGHT BEST FRIEND
[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.
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...]
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.
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?"
[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.
[Text, some time after the selfie exchange with Tyler]
wonderland_vogue
2020-06-12 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Fucking end me now, god.
[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?
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.
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.]
When did you make friends with Hythlo-whatever-the-fuck?
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?
Well, congrats on fucking up in such a glorious manner to which I have never witnessed before.
[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.
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?
[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.
[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)
Here's an idea: keep my name out of your goddamned mouth.
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)
[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.]
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