//Hello. I disappeared again :^) News just in: local crusty woman experiences seven forms of stress at once and shuts down totally- stress set to continue.
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What was this? A strange human, attempting to approach? As the milotic sniffed the other’s hand, she could tell that she’d detected his scent elsewhere before. Was this the one known as Ted by her trainer, the one she despised so much? The thought alone put Eirin on her guard, though he seemed… totally unassuming. If he had performed such wicked acts as she’d heard about, maybe looks could be deceiving.
He seemed to be okay for the moment, though, and Eirin acted accordingly, cocking her head with curiosity and leaning forward to get a closer look at the man.
Ted was awestruck by how gentle she was, allowing himself a small, warm smile. He carefully put a hand to her head, feeling out where she liked to be pet. The other hand went to his chest, feeling his heart beat heavily. Were these some kind of palpitations?
“How did you get out here? You can’t be wild, we don’t even have Feebas out here, let alone a Milotic like you. You aren’t an escapee from work are you?” He looked sadly at the water-type. It seemed logical to assume that she was one of the rare pokemon to be sold. He sighed sadly, daring press his head against hers. “I wish I could buy you. But you probably already have a buyer, and I’d never be able to afford you...”
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Vivian jumped as she let out a scream of surprise, her newly bought coffee spilling on the ground. Her mind flashed back to the one summer holiday her friend’s dad had tried to teach them both the skill.
“B-barely,” she squeaked, “Wh-why would I… Who even are you?” Hands clasped to her chest she was certain she looked like a startled deerling caught in the headlights.
Fred decided to answer the only complete question. “Name’s Fred. If this is your first robbery, make sure to do your seat belt up and cover your face with a scarf or somethin’ so security don’t get you.” He lent over the driver’s seat from the passenger’s to shake her hand, making sure to pat the seat invitingly on the way.
“Now if you can make this thing go forward and turn round corners, will you help a guy get his dream car, please?”
10. What energizes and drains them most?
10. What energizes and drains them most?
//Would it be painfully obvious to say that coffee energises Ted? Not to mention cliche? It is technically true, on a physical level, considering he works himself to the point of exhaustion, but he doesn’t need his coffee for motivation. In a world in which coffee didn’t exist, Ted would get up just the same and work hard, only he’d end up passed out on his desk much, much quicker. What really energises him is a mixture of ambition and spite. He genuinely loves what he does (science, bio engineering etc) and even when he’s not doing that in particular, its all leading to his ultimate goal! He’s determined to prove that he’s better than everyone else is at what he does and pours every bit of energy he has into doing so. The spite is to prove everyone else WRONG. Everyone. As for draining him... well, his real bad temper tantrums usually end up with him too numb to function afterwards. Long periods spent doing things he really doesn’t want to do (hint: physical labour is high up) tire him out until he’s had a nap or some leisure time in front of a video game. Not a lot in his current life drains him too much.
Fred on the other hand is fairly easily drained. Hard day at work? Tired. Boring, uninteresting work? Tired. Overly mentally challenging work? Tired. Had an argument today? Tired. Got on well with everyone and laughed lots? You got it, he’s still tired (although this time it’s a good happy tired!). His emotions probably have to be the biggest source of exhaustion to him though. When he has a lot plaguing his mind, he shuts down and spends a lot of time just laying around- not sleeping, just laying about. It’s hard to truly energise him, but he’s excited by the prospect of walkies with his puppies, lunch, and on occasion, self betterment. He also really gets worked up when he’s in a situation where he has to help others he truly cares for. Nothing motivates him like a situation where he has to play the hero-- not in such a way that being the hero is the reward, but in the way that he is threatened by such a horrible loss, that the loss is worse than the danger otherwise faced, if that makes sense? He’s not the sort to jump in front of a car to save some rando kid, but if you hurt his friends, and he can help, he’ll step the heck up >:U
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Another day, another grunt sent to help her out while she’s still in recovery. Clarissa’s patience is starting to wear thin: blasted arm, freaking ribs… What she needs most in the world (more than a pay-rise and that sweet new pair of gold-and-white boxing gloves) is to get struck with green lightning, or bitten by a radioactive Spinarak so that she gains super-neato, super-human healing powers. The sooner her bones heal, the sooner she can go back to caring for her own damn self, in place of the “services” of her sulky coworkers who huffed about their job as if they’d rather be sweeping the Pokémon cages than lending a higher-ranking agent a hand.
She’s fuckity-done with being manhandled, but her interest piques just a little when she winces her way to the door and finds this particular grunt—Frank? Ferdinand? Fred—standing on the welcome mat. (Note: a welcome mat at a Rocket safe-house is pretty oxymoronic, ain’t it?)
Clarissa knows this grunt. Well, sorta. To the extent that she knows his name and rank. She’s pretty sure they musta worked a couple of the same missions back when she was at the same level, albeit under different directives. At very least they’ve collided in the hall a couple times—but they’ve never actually hung out.
“Yo Frank, we’ve never actually hung out.” Clarissa muses her previous thought aloud over the splatter of the shower-head being directed across her scalp. “Why not? You seem passably not-an-asshole. Figures that this’d be the first time, right?”
Usually, when someone approached him for his love of playing with hair, it was assumed by both parties that it was to mock him for it. This time though, when the tall grunt who he shared a quarter with asked “you like doin’ peoples’ hair, right?” Fred was shocked to hear it followed up by the offer of a pleasant assignment for once.
Fred recognised the name of the agent on the assignment note, but only when he arrived at the rather homely safe-house, did it click that she was the spunky grunt turned dynamite agent. It wasn’t really a surprise that she’d busted her hands then...
His face turned sour when she misnamed him.
“It’s Fred.” he grumbled, making sure to accidentally splash a little water on her forehead as he wetted her hair before lathering it in suspiciously expensive smelling shampoo. “Guess we’re both busy,” he lied, knowing that on his part at least, it was mainly due to nerves. “Well we’re hangin’ out right now... say... do you need your roots bleachin’? Or are you growin’ it out? I can tidy up the ends if you want, Claudia.”
It wasn’t like he was entirely being spiteful. He genuinely couldn’t remember her name from the note, but... he did decide not to ask her what it really was. As for her hair, he truly wanted to help, and couldn’t help judging the Stunky look she was rocking due to her long, dark roots.
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42 character development questions!
PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!
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did you know,… it is possible to inform people about things… without being a condescending asshole about it? i know. wild.
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Boy, he sure didn’t have to wonder the reasoning behind such a response, it sounded like the gospel truth and even like an understatement. Ted just looked like the kind of person who was creepy as shit around girls, so it would be no surprise if he had his ugly mug on top of the Joy family’s shitlist. Kind of paradoxal, from someone he could only guess was a doctor.
Well, Pokemon medicine and human medicine were two very different things, weren’t they?
Came the other’s request to see the work that had cost the Aqua his savings from the past two years. A reasonable price for what he would receive at the end, but still too high a price for what that asshole was worth.
“If I take ‘em out and they get a lil’ dirty, it’s your fucking fault for asking me, alright?”
Lorenz snatched the package away from Ted. So focused he was on prying the cardboard box open, he didn’t pay any mind to the red “R” on his chest, not that the shadows surrounding them made it stand out anyway. Surely it was for the best he did not realize the irony of getting his eye back from one affiliated to the same organization as the very person who took it.
Out of the package, he took out a plain blue plastic case. The box underneath his arm, and Lorenz held up the open case to the tall nerd’s face.
“There, happy Your Highness? Same measurements, same materials, imported straight from Sinnoh.”
Ted had to smile. It was nice to see that the grown urchin had a sense of humour about his own dirtiness. He could only assume that they were dirty, given how they kept their hair in an unkempt mess and dressed like a teenager fresh into their ‘rebellious’ phase.
“If you get them dirty, you get to clean them~” he said, acting as if it was an honour. With his hands crossed behind his back, he examined the glasses, and they seemed, in every way to be just like the last pair. He had truly only wanted to check the box for anything unpleasant, but he put on a big show of testing the lenses out before simply putting them on and pocketing the case. “Thank you. Now for your payment. If you would follow me...” Ted turned on his heel, leading him towards Mahogany Town, his manner completely business-like.
“I don’t have official documentation with me, but in agreeing to this, you are agreeing to local anaesthetic being used as I fit your new eye. You don’t have any allergies, do you?” Although his voice didn’t show it, Ted was immensely excited to be performing this operation, especially since he’d been out completely cold when he’d had it done to himself. He rubbed his hands together, turning back to check his patient was following every once in a while.
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I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE MENTION MY CHARACTERS IN RPS THAT DON’T INCLUDE ME
I LOVE IT
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“Right!”
Alex sprinted to behind a pillar inside the bank, watching as the last two members of the public made a swift escape. There were multiple grunts who were busy chasing people off outside, whilst the others were busy gathering notes from the machines.
Just as anticipated, he heard the whiny drone of sirens in the distance, heart skipping a beat and calling over to Fred.
“I hear them! We have to get out of here– now!”
The bag was starting to look pretty full by the time he was given the call. He looked up from the register to his comrade, the scarf slipping down his nose. There was no time to pull it back up. He zipped the bag up part way, slinging the strap over his shoulder and began to jog away (his least favourite part), tapping the other grunt on the arm to get him going, too, although, by the looks of things, he’d be way ahead of him in no time flat.
“H- hah... hah... How’re w-we s’posed to be gettin’ away again?”
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you can 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 a M O N S T E R
it can even l o v e y o u back
but that doesn’t
change its
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“I do enjoy the Pikachu line, but Raichu is by far my favorite. I also own a Lucario, Houndoom, and Rapidash, to name a few.” Dorothy explained.
Georgie looked curious for a moment, realizing that Percival may not like sweets. Uttering a hasty apology, he took back the pink pokeblock. Snaking a vine back into Dorothy’s purse he fished out her Pokeblock case. A few more of the treats were taken out and offered to the Ivysaur, this time offering for him to pick one he liked out of them.
Taken aback by Fred’s statement, Dorothy frowned.
“What do you mean people aren’t usually nice to you? That’s awful. I’m sorry to hear that, but I promise you I’m not trying to get anything from you young man. I don’t think there’s anything I’d even want honestly.”
As cool as Raichu were, Fred chose to stubbornly remember how Pikachu used to shock him half to death as a youth. Sure, it was his fault, but he was feeling particularly spiky. That, and he was painfully jealous of all the fully evolved pokemon she had, that he didn’t.
Percival looked coyly at the new selection of PokeBlocks, and then at Fred. As much as he wanted to stick by him, he wasn’t paying attention, so... the Blocks were fair game. He gave each one a considered sniff, finally deciding to scoop up a yellow one with his flat tongue. “Aur!” he exclaimed as he chewed the sour snack, prompting Fred to look down at him. At leas he was having fun. Maybe they weren’t all so bad...
“People like you, I mean. Y’know, the old, respectable type. Dunno if you noticed, but I’m kinda a punk,” he said, punctuating his sentence by kicking a rock.
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Boys with chubby tummies and big thighs and big arms
He inwardly sighed, just wondering what to do with this kid. His reactions didn’t make any sense; it was clear something wasn’t quite right with him, but now he’d gone and done something like this. “Lemme tell you kid, you’re pretty damn lucky you aren’t my jurisdiction because I might have had you flayed on the spot.” Which wasn’t necessarily true, but he was particularly angry about this.
Kobalt’s air became particularly dangerous when the scientist reached for his device, replacing it in his jacket once the footage had played. So he had the nerve to sit there like a kicked puppy when he’s the one at fault here? His blood felt like it was boiling underneath his skin as he listened to this.. piece of shit whine about how it was ‘nothing personal’.
“Nothing personal huh? Nothing personal is all you have to say for yourself?” He chuckled, it turning to a small laugh as he held a hand to his face; though just as his voice carried a dangerous tone to it, so too did that. What the hell was this kid? “You think you know that boy better than his own father?” He reaches for the scientist’s collar and easily dragging Ted’s thin frame closer to his himself and got right up in his face. “Do you kiddo?” he hissed.
Ted was beginning to get scared for real now, starting to step away from the Executive in tiny, shuffling steps. He held onto his left arm with his right, closely manicured nails digging into the white fabric of his lab coat with anxiety. But he never looked away, even when he was threatened with flaying, staying what he perceived as polite. Even when Kobalt closed in on him, calling a flinch from him as he touched him, Ted only ever blinked. Even as he was pulled onto his toes, he never stopped staring, but his lip began to quiver and his eyes watered.
Before he could admit it to Kobalt, Ted had to admit to himself that he was lying. Adrian wasn’t his friend, he didn’t like being in a cage and it certainly was personal. He took in a few huge breaths through his large nostrils before answering the Executive’s question. “N-no,” he replied, recoiling. “I was only playing,” he breathed, barely audible. “S-s-so-sorry.”
It was obviously he rarely used the word by the way he turned away when he said it, wincing. His voice sounded dry when he spoke. He just wanted the man to stop touching him. His arms were limp beside him, but his fingers wriggled and his neck ached. He felt victimised and frightened and angry.
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Oh shit.
Jasmine instantly regretted her decision as she was grabbed by scruff. For a brief moment she struggled before she was shoved down the grunt’s sweater. Sliding down to the bottom, Jasmine shivered, the feeling of being trapped so close to a human being unsettling for her. If she didn’t know he was trying to help there would have been hell.
“You’re lucky I don’t tear you pieces! She chittered angrily, her squeaks muffled by the fabric around her.
She felt overwhelmed, her nose flooded with the scent of sweat and candy. She couldn’t see anything, and as Fred stood up she felt like her heart had dropped into her stomach. This was awful.
“H-Hurry up!” She squeaked unhappily, digging her claws into whatever she could to try and stay where she was.
To an onlooker, Fred would have looked bizarre, with his wriggling belly and the faces he pulled as he resisted the temptation to smack the creature in his sweater, stabbing her claws into his soft tummy. He’d really not thought this through... especially when he saw Ted come towards him.
“I was informed that you were to deal with a problem Rattata,” Jasmine would hear from Ted, speaking tersely. To reply Fred, who was equally quiet, held up the empty pokeball that he was going to use on her. Ted nodded and began to walk away adding. “You stay behind. Check for stragglers. Report to Archer, I don’t really care about what you find.”
Frowning as Ted swanned off with an entourage of grunt carrying cages, Fred pretended to look for pokemon, checking traps he knew to be empty.
“‘Kay. He’s gone.” Pulling the bottom of his sweater out of his belt, he let her go.
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