#landsharkbite 01

It’s hard to keep anger refined, a fact that shows when someone like Nefarious is overcome by anger, strong and unintentionally evident. The scientist mutters as he slams the shop door behind him, words full of hatred directed at the trap of a metropolis he’s been forced to reside in. It seems like it takes twice as much as it gives, handing away mediocre shelter in exchange for happiness and power. It’s all too… humanizing. 

From his pocket, he retrieves a broken gear, an escapement mangled in an otherwise gorgeous pocket watch, having served its purpose yet forced to push onward. It’s an easy task to replace it, but not so easy to find a replacement, and after half a dozen shops Tropy feels his hope shrivel up. Even the little things that bring him joy are so far out of reach. His heart picks back up when he sees a woman off to the side with a metal-clad monstrosity consuming loose parts, and exactly what he’s looking for in a box at her feet. 

What was a Gastly without its trainer?  A nuisance, that’s what it was.  And Allister’s was no exception.

The pokemon in question had managed to slip away from his trainer’s eyes long enough to get far away enough to torture some poor soul nearby.

✧*:･ﾟ| AN atmosphere that seems ill fitting for a male of his elegance, the dim lights of the bar flicker and crack with disuse. Bodies in formless dance, low hum of voices DROWNED OUT by — — by an unusual melody from a musician he's not heard, not ever before in his life. She's singing on stage with her band, heart poured into the poetry she sings, emotion dripping forth like a RIVER ever flowing. Fingers tap in perfect rhythm to her words, a rap of digits made for playing piano. ❝Wat een heerlijke melodie!❞ He exclaims, WONDER in eyes and perhaps a bit too much alcohol in his system.

WHY would he not be excited? Why would he not be free?

THE brilliant astrophysicist Siebren de Kuiper is going to see the planet from the surface of the moon, is going to EMBRACE the vastness of space. Research broken through and trust gained!

WELL, he may as well cut loose a little before he must undergo the RIGOROUS training needed for the vacuum of space.