HAVE YOU ANY SOUL ?

Okay, he had to admit: it was kind of a dickmove of him. After watching him for a moment, he sighs and picks up some of the cards, helping him rebuild the card house.

“You’re lucky I’m such a good guy.”

Semi-Plotted Starter !! @dualed​

Sunlight coated the ground in warm light. A lady hard at work to get her team looking ready to challenge any new unsuspecting saps who dared look twice at taking the ghost badge, including giving her team the wash they all deserved. One however. seemed more keen than most to avoid the suds - filled spray.

     “ Maggie, come on~! It’s just a bit of soap,      it won’t hurt you! ”

Playful cheers shouted out in vain to the lavender pokemon, its golden eyes locked on the hose clenched firm in the young gym leader’s palm. Dancing just out of reach of her owner, small purring noises emanating from it from watching her trainer fight so fruitlessly. 

Thick soles tapped on the ground. A trainer lost in thought, backing off just enough to entice her mismagius to come a bit closer to her. Floating in arm’s reach, confident in victory. Road swung up the hose at full blast - noticing far too late the figure standing just behind her pet. The same mismagius who chose then to phase right through the blast of water as it came swinging up to hit the poke - coating the unfortunate soul behind her with a flood of cold water. 

     “ Oh… umm… Hi there, Tyki~! Planned to bathe      your pokemon too? ”

THE COLD SHOWER WAS THE LAST THING HE HAD EXPECTED,  though as cold water drips from heavy curls,  he wonders whether he should really be surprised or not . .  it sure was a new way of welcoming his presence --  one he had not yet experienced before,  and sincerely hoped he’d never have to experience again.

of course,  no apology can be drawn from her lips,  instead greeted with sheepish words.  a brow is simply raised,  the look in golden hues speaking volumes as he wipes onyx strands from his face.

“  i wasn’t,  ”    he replies matter of factly,  moving on to unbutton his drenched waistcoat.   “  just thought i’d stop by to say hi.  you can wash and dry these when you’re done with that little devil.  ”   he gestures at the poor piece of clothing now a crumbled mess on the grass,  dark tie soon following a similar fate.  he leaves the rest on ---  surely this would not be the only liquid assault he’d have to endure today,  judging by the situation.

IT’S NO SURPRISE THAT THAT WHICH IS FAMILIAR  catches the eye most easily.  what was meant to be a careless glance around,  suddenly takes all his attention ---  he hardly notices the bag the doll is hanging from,  only having eyes for the limp little plush itself.  what was she doing here, hm ?  

whatever activity enjoyed his attention prior was discarded as he made his way over,  raising an eyebrow at the puppet as if expecting her to see.  her presence was unwarranted--  a disturbance to an easy,  honestly boring job the earl had given to him alone.  had she come here to annoy him some more ?

he grasps the doll by a leg,  holding it to his face unceremoniously ----  no regards held to where he took it from.    “  oi,  road,  what are you doing here ?  this is my mission.  has the duke some news for me,  or something ?  ”

@dualed​

      Dulled crimson, almost RUSTIC, flick upwards from the plush chair she’d found herself in- a book lazily splayed on her lap as slender digits caress the page mid turn. It’s as the appearance of the noah fills her vision upon his arrival that a gentle glow flecks through her unnatural orbs, glowing a deep ruby red. The forms of the NOAH always varied, to a degree, but even SHE cannot help but drink this one in. ( Fitting for the being of PLEASURE. )

      He would not remember her. Only three had; the EARL, the being of DREAMS, and the one of KNOWLEDGE who had done little more than leer at her since Road had returned with the being in tow.

      Eyes ghost over umber skin until coming to rest on beautiful gold that held a hint of WONDER as they landed on her.

“Well hello.”

MINUTES FEEL LIKE HOURS WITHIN THE CONFINEMENTS  of grandeur and class.  it’s tedious,  though he has gotten more used to spending his time within the boundaries of sheryl’s property.  still,  he favors being outside,  taking a stroll or raiding sheryl’s pond whenever he was not around.  days are spent lazily,  contrastive of his preferred, light side activities.  he would kill to just break a sweat sometimes.

he was yet unaware of the twist of events awaiting him inside as he made his way back to the mansion,  dulled mind simply expecting to pick up a book and enjoy a few moments of peace without road home. 

he enters the library unsuspecting,  making it halfway in before noticing the woman occupying the room.  a pang of familiarity echoes through him,  though he is unable to place it.  a presence like hers would be hard to forget,  after all.  a single brow is raised,  hands folding behind his back as he glances her over one more time.

PROMPT   accepting !

☑ What is a plot idea you’re willing to play with virtually any partner? What makes that plot so special to you?

answered here ! 

◑ What is a side to your muse you want to show off, but haven’t had the chance to yet?

answered here !  i’d also really love to write some more bloodthirsty tyki…. rly get him to , , attack and assault and maim someone ,, , , i’m not helping my image by saying it but i think its wildly interesting to write ahskjds

☒ Is there any sort of behavior towards your muse (ic or ooc) that you simply cannot stand?

i wrote an entire rant and then realized it said “towards your muse” so .  gonna leave it in but under the cut ashjkd

i don’t like it when people stereotype my muse, or in any way make wrong assumptions about him.  i don’t blame people per say,  because we all see this character differently,  but it still irks me a little bit.  i feel hesitant to write with people who interpret this character differently than i,  because we’ll end up with differing expectations and it just . can’t end well. i also don’t like it when people don’t take into account my portrayal of this character,  and that that may differ from how they see this character.  if i feel like i’m not being heard when explaining how my muse would feel about something,  or how he’d react,  i’ll probably want to stop interacting.  i may not know this character in his entirety the best, but i know my portrayal of him the best,,,, please don’t make assumptions ,,  just ask me what he’d do i’ll write u entire eSsAYS

i guess in character i would dislike if someone was downplaying my muse’s strength by avoiding all attacks or be 100% invincible to his psychological terror,  but that hasn’t happened yet !

PROMPT   accepting !

☑ What is a plot idea you’re willing to play with virtually any partner? What makes that plot so special to you?

mindgames ! ! !  i love them !  i love tyki toying with other people,  getting on their nerves,  hitting sensitive topics,  really just messing them up psychologically.  maybe something is wrong with me….  i think i just like getting into a mindset that is very different from my own,  it’s fun to see stuff from a different angle.  also people seem to really like their muse getting messed up and you know .  i kind of get it .  so yeah,  i wouldn’t say it is, ,  special to me,, but i think it’s a lot of fun and really interesting to write !

PROMPT   accepting !

❝ ❞   is it easy for you to write dialog for your muse?  do their speech patterns come naturally to you while writing?

yes !  verbal replies are usually the first thing i think of when i construct a reply.  it’s a bit of a lengthy process —  i read my partner’s reply,  then i think about it for a little,  then i think of the Exact Verbal Reply he’d give ( word for word most of the time dkfj ),  and then as i sit down and write,  the narration comes.  if i only ever had to write speech i’d be the speediest roleplayer out there honEs tly

◑ What is a side to your muse you want to show off, but haven’t had the chance to yet?