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i’m dreaming (only of you) ;; skippy & venice
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The dark redbrick walls of Virbank’s alleyways are awash with the swirling red and blue lights of police sirens. A singular high-pitched scream rings out through the night as shots are fired, again and again and again. High above the chaos, a young man with short blond hair and an eyepatch over his right eye zips from rooftop to rooftop, ever vigilant for both law enforcement officers and the other thugs of the city, both of whom are after him tonight.
“Oh, boy,” he mutters to himself, the muscles in his legs screaming out for mercy as he forces them to carry him even faster than before. “Oh, boy!”
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[ ☁︎ ] — The reply at her question startles her a little. She’d expected for the man to have been unconscious by now. “I… I need… help… Ice-cream truck…” he mutters, which takes Venice a long while to decipher before she understands what his intention is. She’s close to leaving the man to search the streets for an ice cream truck before two syllables vaporise themselves — “Are you…?” — before he falls into the state of temporary slumber.
“Am I…? A miracle? Hopefully,” she sighs.
Her hands, to no avail, begin to lift the man onto her to give him support — though her frail body can barely carry the weight of his arm without nearly-collapsing onto the trail of ratpiss and staleness. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back—”. So she runs as fast as her fragile legs can take her, scouring the beauties of Virbank with not a single idea of where she’s headed. She just hopes she finds that goddamned ice cream truck soon.
seven minutes later ;;
Finding the ice cream truck was unexpectedly easier than she initially thought, parked by a curb two blocks away. Actually gaining access to it is harder, as she has no keys or no methods that wouldn’t alert the police. Thankfully for her, and not-so-much-so for the owner of the truck (assumedly the man she’d met prior) — the window is rolled down and easy enough for her to reach (on her tiptoes, of course) and open the door of the passenger side.
She realises the major and most prominent flaw in this whole ordeal — she doesn’t know how to drive. At her age, surely she’d bothered getting her license. Though clearly not. She’d never seen the point of it and always thought walking was more convenient (and less money-wasting). But just like in the movies, she hot-wires the car, with no actual expectation of it working. Somehow, expectations tend to work against her; the stripped ends of wires rub — jolting the car into revving AC and a booming radio which makes her body jerk.
Venice doesn’t think she recognises the tune all that well, though the rapper’s voice sounds familiar, and if she isn’t wrong it’s a hit by Snoop Ggrowlithe (or was it Snoop Pyroarr?). The closest she’s come to ever driving a car (or a truck, in this case) is steering a submarine. She doesn’t think it’s the same, but how hard can it be?
four minutes later ;;
She arrives at the alleyway where she found him, with plenty of dents in the bumpers and sides — and a torn-down sideview mirror. All in the span of four minutes. The van opens a sliding large door, one that requires heaving slightly, in which she hurls the man into with great difficulty. There is lack of much medical supply in the van (then again, it’d be rather worrisome had an ice cream truck been surfeited with medicinal aid).
Is there a safe-from-the-government, clean place where he can get patched up? Only one she can think of right now: her apartment.
twenty-two minutes later ;;
The nurse can finally say that she’s seen something more ram-shackled than the walls of her apartment building, and that’s the current state of the poor man’s ice cream truck. She’s plenty sure she’d massacred a whole street, stripping it of lamp posts and rubbish bins (and a fire hydrant if she isn’t mistaken). Though that’s at the least of her worries as of now.
At the swoooosh of the van door, the man’s face is covered in the streetlight moonlight — semi-conscious.
“Ah, good, you’re awake. Well, not really. You’re alive.”
i’m dreaming (only of you) ;; skippy & venice
[ ☁︎ ] — To say the very least, her exhaustion and seemly back-breaking is the least of today’s problems.
rundwrun:
colors // halsey
you’re like a saturated sunrise you’re spilling like an overflowing sink you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink
everything is blue.
root of friends ; aarune & ven
Aarune absolutely loved spring.
There were many reasons that he adored this season. For starters, Spring came after Winter, his least favorite season since he couldn’t stand the cold and the snow usually made base hunting a real drab. Since Lil’ Pinch was part Dragon, his starter shared the same sentiment as him during the long cold days spent cooped up inside. As a man who lived for adventure, sitting around idly was just not an option. Every time he felt a bit restless during a snowstorm, he reminded himself of the ever approaching season of life. To him, Spring’s arrival was like a sign that he’d be able to do his ‘profession’ with his usual amount of enthusiasm.
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[ ☁︎ ] — The rustling of leaves and branches comes to a halt so she turns her head back to study the pools, not noticing the man who had descended from the noise's source a few trees away. Still upset and unsure. Her fingers trace the edges of her face lightly, as if she's made of fragile porcelain — dainty in her corners and close to shattering at any moment. Maybe she's about to cry, maybe she will, but that's stopped when her attention snaps to a voice. Talking to her, in fact, calling her ‘miss’ which is polite and appropriate but something she isn't so used to. They usually call her Ven in HQ, and she only ever goes to HQ.

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How could you cry for me? | Venice & Kagari; violence tw!
Cause I don’t feel bad about it.
Under her wing, like usual was a small grunt she had grown quite fond of. Somehow, Kagari felt the need to protect her. To keep her from what Team Magma could do to her. Yet, she could never find the words to tell her to leave outright. One of the rare times she actually went to work. Venice asked her to take a mission on with her. It was an undercover mission to find something or other. The details to her weren’t important.
The safety of her little grunt was.
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[ ☁︎ ] — Grabbing Kagari out of the comforts of her home was only the first part of the mission. The second part is much more complex, a little bit questionable for the alpha to suddenly be on her feet again. But Venice trusts Kagari and she trusts that she’s safe with her, too. She gives a briefing, to which she’s pretty sure the superior isn’t even listening to so she begins to blabber about pointless chatter midway, to see if the woman would reply. And she doesn’t, which isn’t really a shock to her. Not at all.
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Theory of The Crows (Teacher AU) Venice & Green
The doors to the school creaked and whined as they parted to let Green pass, eager to start another semester of teaching. The campus was all but deserted in the early morning, janitors and other professors roamed the halls, some scrambling to get their lessons ready and others just to stop and chat. However, this morning Green was on a mission: the week before the summer break ended, a new teacher was hired. This teacher would be taking over the chemistry department and according to the description the superintendent had left, the new teacher sounded like someone he knew.
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[ ☁︎ ] — “Ah, welcome, Dr. Crowley!” greets the head teacher of this new school she decides to teach at. This new doctor title is something she has to get used to, as the Magmas never really called her that despite her PhD in two fields. She never really minded, but she figures her new position in the high school could do well with a sweetened “doctor” and new sense of intellect next to her surname. Hopefully nobody knows the history of Magma — and she makes sure of that by moving all the way to Kanto. The teachers and students seem kind and friendly, which she is thankful, since she isn't the best at talking or making friends.
You grow up when I’m not looking We grow apart without knowing And all of a sudden I’m leaving…
currently ; marin & venice
[ ☁︎ ] — Venice had agreed to this. It wasn't reluctant in the slightest in her part, she was willing to meet her friend — one from her high school days (who obviously doesn't know of her “occupation”) — who she doesn't remember being close to. Though her said friend promised that she had someone for her to meet, and she always remembered this person to be honest. So she's curious as to who they'll meet. In an environment like a café in Hoenn, it's easy to ease into comfort. Especially when Venice feels at home with someone familiar.

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american beauty/american psycho [ Venice & Tabitha ]
“Listen here, Grunts!” The Admin’s accent echoes through the cave–rust-colored rock deemed Team Magma Hideout. “Maxie chose me ta lead this mission. Objective: find the damned Meteorite.” Tabitha strolls heel-toe along the lineup, twirling his knife with intimidating precision. The hood of his uniform veils his features, his smirk gleaming from the shadows of crimson fabric and horns that resonate with him. His nature. “Now, let’s see which one of ya lucky fuckers gets ta be my first mate.”
Tabitha snaps into correct posture,accentuating his towering height. The disquiet expressions of the Grunts fuels him, excitement bubbles as he hears one of them gulp. Weapon in hand, his lips purse a thin line.
Fingers dance along the row of grunts, and the Admin leaves his decision up to a childish method. “Eeny, meeny, miny, mo… hehehe!” Tabitha disregards the chosen Grunt’s personal space as he lessens the distance between them. With pitch black focus, the Admin keeps eye contact for a few droning seconds. Tilting his chin at her dormancy, a gloved hand reaches upwards. And her flinch hits him with a wave of fervor. The side of his thumb caresses the female’s cheekbone–almost erotically. Once, twice… he continues, tarnishing her skin with a trail of volcanic ash. “Ven,” he speaks flatly. Softly. Comforting as he returns her hair behind her shoulder. Tabitha chuckles, dark and honey-thick.“Welcome aboard.”
[ ☁︎ ] — Another day at work. Grunts line up for another mission, which Venice is sure she won’t even have a chance to participate in. The admins prefer her working inside, analysing forensics in the lab or finishing paperwork, but she attends the briefing either way. She likes going out on the field. Her Pokémon battling is decent, but her combat skills (and a couple of syringes thrown in) are top notch. But sometimes she prefers the peace and quiet of the HQ, rather than being thrown out to inevitable bloodshed.
She avoids Tabitha’s gaze as he blabbers trivial tidbits about the upcoming mission. Venice doesn’t really give a shit, but Tabitha doesn’t like that. She isn’t exactly intimidated by him — more annoyed really. Her posture affixes to one of Magma principles, hands behind her back and feet shoulder-width apart. As easy as it is, she can feel the expressions of her comrades roughening up and tensing at the change of the alpha’s stature. Venice begins to swallow her pride alongside the ball of saliva that forms from her subconscious fear of Tabitha.
Perhaps she’s more scared than she thinks she really is.
The way he chooses the troop is an interesting and unsurprising. At least to Venice. It’s childish and nostalgic with the classic “eeny, meeny, miny, mo” and a follow-up of evil snickers. Fate seems to never be on the grunt’s side when his finger lands on her. Or perhaps he has it out for her and calculated for her to have her come with him. She’s pretty sure he knows that she dislikes him, and partially respects him for his efforts. He strokes her cheek (rather creepily to her, if you asked) with his smug smirk. By automation she flinches at his touch.
Usually porcelain, her skin now stands contaminated by black dust. She’s pretty sure this is just the lowest of sexual harassment. But she stares at him with dead, blank eyes anyway. “Ven,” he purrs, which makes Venice jump back slightly. “Welcome aboard.” he continues. Being in Magma does benefit the Slateport native. For instance, she now bears a backbone that was once absent in her life.
“B-Back off, Tabitha.” she snarls at him, looking straight at him.
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root of friends ; aarune & ven
[ ☁︎ ] — Feeling upset is rather a norm for the grunt. With her back aching from leaning on the bark that slowly etches into the skin on her back, she tucks her knees in tight to her chest. The sun is hanging high in the sky with its metaphorical head held high and beams its happiness unto Hoenn. This is typical Spring weather, beaming and not-too-hot and not-too-cold. Winter’s debris becomes habitat to small fish Pokémon as she stares into the pool of water.
> thread tracking
owes: aarune (starter ; drafted), marin (starter ; drafted), tabitha (drafted), green (drafted) & seymour (drafted) owed by (take ur time pls): steven (au)
owes: roxie (drafted) & rosa (drafted) owed by: no one oops plotting with: touko, cheren, jacqueline
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☆ What made you start playing your muse?
tbh, i think at the time i reserved venice — there were lots of aqua and magma members being picked up and starred so i wanted in too!! but now i’ve grown attached to her and i love her so (^:
▽ Any RP pet peeves?
idk?? tbh my rp pet peeve is me not being able to reply to anyone bc i may feel uninspired or lazy and i feel bad because they take their time to interact with my muses u feel
פ Any characters you’d like to RP with that are currently played by no one?
she has a girl-crush on kagari/courtney SOoOo

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פ Any characters you’d like to RP with that are currently played by no one?
a bit random but,,, i feel that venice would get along with drake well. like he,,, likes boats n stuff; she likes boats n stuff,,, and they would have a very father/daughter kind of relationship i feel?? idk haha
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✿ Anything you want to say about your muse’s faceclaim?
i chose chisaki from nagi no asukara because i thought her baby-faced innocent look was fitting for venice, who didn’t really want to become a criminal but followed in her parents’ footsteps. her appearance is also a sort of weapon and it’s easy for her to manipulate people i guess heheh
◊ What’s your favourite thing about your muse?
i suppose the fact that she’s highly intelligent and has the periodic table of the elements memorised like the back of her hand (also that she carries syringes with her everywhere for precaution)