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« on: April 02, 2018, 01:40:17 am »
Perfect.
So fucking perfect.
Lavender licked his lips and did his best to keep his lips closed tight while he worked away at Phoenyx. Making noise meant he wasn't as in control as he wanted to be and if there was one thing he enjoyed it was control. Of course, leave it to the saucy woman to do her best to make him lose it. Tight and wonderful and sexy as fuck. If he hadn't such a iron fist on his self control he knew he'd have shot off the first few thrusts. Now it was a battle of wills and who was more stubborn and he knew he'd win.
His teeth grazed her neck while he thrust into her with a steady staccato, enjoying the sound of flesh on flesh and the sound of her moans and her noises at all. What had he found himself this evening? Lavender lifted his head from her neck and his fingers dug into her thighs before he rocked into her harder and faster. Breath hot and he gave a needy whine that he didn't even notice. Sweat gathered at his temples and he squeezed his eyes shut.
When Phoenyx came around him, he groaned with her, his lips pressing to her cheek before his fingers dug into her thighs to rock harder against her. His eyes rolled up and he stifled a groan, letting his face be dragged down for a heated kiss. A few last rocks and ---
"Hey buddy, We gotta go, I just got notified of a --- Aaand you're balls deep in the performer. Of course."
It was his coworker and Lavender gave one last good thrust into Phoenyx before he groaned against her lips and came inside her, holding her astride him so he could remain where he was for a few moments longer to catch his breath and he only pulled away from his shiny dancing hallway lover when he'd softened inside her. Lavender rolled his shoulders and let Phoenyx's feet touch the floor before he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants.
There was his coworker, giving him an unamused look. Arms crossed. Leaning against the wall. The guys eyes turned to Phoenyx and then back to Lavender. "We gotta go back and get suited up. Apparently, they sent the other guys to some fuckin' hotel and we need to patrol. Man," His coworker smacked the wall angrily, "hate patrols. At least we'll make double? Anyway. your dick tucked back in your pants? Good."
The human rolled his eyes before he started to head out, lagging behind for a moment to make sure Lavender was following him. Lavender, however, waited a moment before he cupped Phoenyx's cheeks and tilted her head so he could press his lips to hers in a deep kiss. A nibble of her lip and Lavender finally pulled away, his hair falling over his forehead and some of it sticking to the sweat there.
"I guess I'll see you later, Sexy," He whispered, moving a hand to gently stroke her cheek with his thumb. "Have a good night, yeah? And a good rest." He looked down at her before smirking and doing his best to fix her clothing to be a little presentable. "If you want my contact information, it should be in your neat little system to get into this place." Lavender smirked at her before he nodded to his coworker who promptly complained that he smelled before they left together to go back to work.
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« on: March 30, 2018, 09:53:22 pm »
Sometimes all Nallathrien wanted to do was crawl under the covers and cry. He was tired. His back hurt. His feet hurt. His face hurt. HIs scalp hurt. Levi was a pully pinchy little baby. His tiny baby fists grabbing and tugging on everything within reach and most of the time that was Nall's hair or face. Nall looked over the side of the tub to the tiny baby sleeping soundly in the little portable bed. It was a rare day that Nall got to lounge around in a bath. Sure his knees poked out of the water but it was soothing. Bubbles coated his skin and he just... Leaned against the side of the tub, head propped on his arms and just gazed, feeling full of love to bursting.
The sound of a fitful cry made Nall jerk awake. His arms and chest were cold and he looked around confused and dazed, eyes sleepy. Fuck. Still in the bathtub. He'd passed right the fuck out. The water was cold and he was uncomfortable as he looked down at the crying baby. The sound piercing. The wail of being hungry or... Needing a change or... Nall still couldn't tell. Tiredly, Nall pressed at his face and sighed. Crawling out of the tub, Nall pulled his discarded pajama bottoms on his wet legs and quickly pulled the plug on the tub before he turned to scoop up tiny Levi and cradle him in his arms.
"Hey, Levi, hey, Baby, " Nall said, voice soft and doing his best to be soothing. Did he succeed? He didn't know. Levi just wailed. Fat tears running down the baby's cheeks and he cried so hard Nall was worried he'd pop some blood vessels. Nall nudged the sleeping-basket-thing out of the bathroom with his foot while he rubbed Levi's back and made soothing noises. Nall was still over tired, nudging the basket the whole way to the modest living room. Messy. Clothing on the couch and floor. Baby still wailing, Nall did the checks for all comfort and there was nothing amiss. Nothing was wrong. "Why are you crying?" Nall whined, swaying side to side and bouncing gently, eyebrows drawing together. Nall glanced at the clock blinking on the microwave and whined when it flashed at 3. Three am. Fuck his life. Finally after a few more minutes of swaying he got himself comfy on the couch, Levi snuggled down on his chest and the baby just... Kept crying.
"go back to sleep, Baby," Nall pleaded, voice soft, stroking his finger along the chubby dark cheek. More cooing and gentle noise and more crying. A little more quiet but... Another glance at the clock. Almost four. Nall closed his eyes and tried to will away the tears of frustration. Had he remembered the vitamins and supplements? He'd seen a doctor once. A human doctor who didn't know anything about what he was. Suggested ... All sorts of stuff. Nall's newest Moment To Himself Ritual was popping all sorts of vitamins and suppliments and trying to eat a decent meal and then... Blissful quiet. Sort of.
The soft sounds of Levi having a snack distracted him from his thoughts and Nall's warm hand smoothed down the babies back, feeling the tiny hearts beat. Nall had only been a Bibi for a few months now. He hadn't found his groove yet. Hadn't found the perfect rhythm to juggle. Nights like tonight were where he lost his footing on what little edge there was and he could crumple down and sob or... Nall pressed a kiss to Levi's head and got comfortable. Wishing that he'd turned the lamp off before he laid down. Of course, that was a short lived wish. Nall and Levi fell asleep almost instantly.
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"You can't catch meee!" Levi squealed, running naked down the hallway to his bedroom, quickly followed by a large Phaeton starelf. Nallathrien. Towel held open in his arms ready to catch the slippery little bathtub deserter. "I absolutely can catch you and I will!" Nall said, voice accented by the grin on his face. He didn't care that there were wet footprints on the floor or that Levi was currently rolling around on his bed, giggling wildly before he stood up and grinned brightly to his Bibi standing in the doorway to his room.
"Bibi! Catch me, catch me!" and with no warning, a tiny horizon child bullet jumped into Nall's arms to be bundled up in the towel. Luckily, this wasn't the first time Levi decided to test his Bibi's reflexes. With Levi bundled up in Nall's arms, he looked down at his tiny horizon child. Bright orange eyes to bright blue. A kiss on the forehead and Nall just cradled him. Remembering the hardest most rewarding years of his life. The same tiny creature cuddled up to his chest. He'd made this. This tiny person. Nall swallowed thickly before he regained his composure.
"You know I love you, right Levi?"
Levi reached up to pluck a chunk of bright orange hair and play with it while his Bibi talked. "Yeah," he said, voice bright, looking up.
"Forever and ever?"
"Yeah."
"No matter what?"
"Yeah."
Nall grinned and gently placed Levi down on his bed so he was standing on it, arranging the towel like a cloak. "Good!" Nall said before he started to walk backwards out of the room, "Because I bet you can't catch me!" and Nall rushed down the hall, grinning widely at the thump of tiny feet jumping off the bed and the wild giggle that pursued him down the hall to the living room.
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« on: March 29, 2018, 11:39:50 pm »
NAME
Nallathrien Nyn Nul
ALIASES
Nall
'Mask' in the chatrooms
AGE
173 (effectively in his early twenties)
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
If he finds it attractive he may go for it. If he's feeling particularly lonely Nall just wants a warm body to press against. As it stands, he's never met his resonance and is fairly certain he's the odd one out and just maybe doesn't have one - wouldn't know what to do with one if he had it anyway.
SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Starstrider Elf, House Phaeton
HEIGHT/BUILD
6'9"
OCCUPATION
Seller of Bad Things, Doer of Bad Things
RESIDENCE
Libra
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PHYSICAL
Nall is a tall, broad and handsome. His hair is long and sunshine gold, usually tied back in a loose braid or a ponytail held together by more elastic bands as the length trails down to his thighs. His skin is a rich copper, lips falling into an easy smile more often than not and the flush of being happy on his cheeks. Nall has an open happy face and he's rarely seen with anything but such an expression. He has a more slim form, making him long and slinky for his height instead of broad and tankish. Of course Nallathrien's height still makes him imposing and his bright sunshine coloured eyes can unnerve people.
Usually if Nall is home he's in comfy sweaters and leggings. Loose pants. Pajamas. Comfy clothes. Usually he doesn't need to look in the 9's but... Nallathrien will admit to being able to clean up good. He states he looks pretty hot in the crisp clean lines of a suit.
PERSONALITY
There are effectively two Nalls. Not because he wants to but because he doesn't know how to exist any other way.
There's BibiNall, usually only around Levi. No nonsense, good humour, gives a good disappointed Bibi stare and is constantly on top of everything. Picking up toys, stitching things up. Singing his sweet baby boy to sleep, reading stories. Nallathrien's major goal in life is for Levi to grow up a regular happy child. Away from the real world Nall's part of. Stubborn and a little over protective, there's almost nothing Nall wouldn't do for Levi. There are also things that Nall would never do because of Levi.
When Nall isn't BibiNall he's calculating, a little raunchy. He's done terrible things. He lies, cheats and steals. Does things he's not proud of but he knows he has to do. Nall is stubborn in all things and if he likes you and he has your back, it's for as long as he lives. While he doesn't make the best choices over all, he does his best. Nall is an expert at making mistakes and living with the consequences - embracing them even.
A major part of Nallathrien is that he's usually happy and is good at seeing the silver lining. Even if it hurts to look at sometimes.
ABILITIES
Nallathrien does nothing amazing or outstanding.
He can play the guitar and enjoys making up little tunes, usually followed by silly lyrics for Levi's benefit. The current favourite of 'Bibi, Bibi, play the sooooong' is something about a giant space crab that enjoys icecream with starsprinkles.
Nall is also a decent fighter and has a decent reach on account of having long arms.
RELATIONSHIPS
Leviana - Nall is Levi's Bibi. Despite the fact Levi's been alive for roughly fifty or so human years, he's only seven or eight size wise, mentally and in every other way that counts. A smart kid, Levi is curious about everything, hates bedtimes, enjoys drawing and playing any sort of musical instrument he can get his little hands on. The guitar is his favourite because his Bibi can teach him. Levi is a horizon baby, dark skin, dark hair and bright blue eyes. Nall see's his own Bibi in Levi's face. It's an interesting set of circumstances that keep Nall on Libra station and all of them have to do with Levi.
Mezzo - If there was ever a time when he could remember to do without Mezzo, Nall can't think of it. Levi is always excited to see Mezzo and Nall mirror's the reaction all the same but usually without the happy bounces and bombing around. Mezzo means stories and company and those are both good things.
HISTORY
Born to a resonated pair of elves, Nallathrien was the second child some three hundred years after the first child grew up and left home. Nall knows his sibling in passing, but not well enough. Having always been a little more free spirited and rambunctious child, he was against authority and grew up fighting his parents when they tried to make him do just about anything. Now he see's that they were only trying to protect him. At the time it was smothering and he hated it.
Nallathrien left his home early. Barely 110. Still a kid. Fell in with the wrong crowd, got into gang work, selling drugs, doing runs. It was a mission with one of the people hired to do a rundown that his life really changed. Nall thought he knew the system pretty good. He was big and tough looking, sunshine bright with an easy charm about him. He was big and bad and he was going to rule the fucking skies - he'd been at it for ten years already, he already knew everything there was to know. Then, he and his partner lost the drop. A big one. Watched it get sucked into space. There was no way of getting that back and they could only watch in abject horror as the weight of all that crashed down on their shoulders. The pair weren't friends but to choice to sit down and figure out what to do was a mutual one. The blame was thrown back and forth and finally his partner got tired of it. Overpowered him and proved that it was all Nall's fault they lost the drop. It was violent and possibly one of the worst moments of his entire life.
It was that night that Nall conceived his child. Though he didn't know it for a while. It was when Nall was already exiled to Libra under the threat of being Taken Care Of by the Big Bad. Stay on Libra. Be the contact. Give it to the sellers who give to the sellers and that was it. Technically Nall didn't exist on Libra. It was world shattering when he discovered he was full of baby. At first he didn't want it. Didn't want anything to do with it. Tossed and turned at night at how much it would destroy his life. It was some odd cramps that made him think about calling his Bibi and Opo and begging them for help. It was when he had the phone, their signal dialed in and he heard the faint 'hello' of his Opo. The silence. Nall heard his name and then he ended the call.
It was hard. Mentally and physically. He knew how babies were made but he'd never realized how long it took for them to bake and then come out. He did his best to hide it, did his best to do his job. Nallathrien was alone when Levi finally decided to become part of the big scary world and despite all the pain and mess the second he had that tiny horizon child in his arms, that shattered world mended. Everything previous had been worth it. Levi's birthday is also Nall's in a sense. His life changed for the better that day. Though raising a child on his own was hard, hard work, Nall never regretted a day of it. As he saw his tiny baby turn into a toddler turn into a tiny person who thought and spoke his life turned from just existing to living. It's a dual sort of life, he's constantly doing his best to keep Levi safe and innocent to the dark world Nall works and lives in.
Currently life is static but he's just doing his best to be a good Bibi to a child he didn't know he needed.
So far, Levi is a strange duck but he's a beautiful wonderful child and
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« on: March 28, 2018, 10:12:11 pm »
[Cheesi!]
As a man of money and means Seraphim could do just about anything he wanted.
That included sending probes down to the bottom of the toxic ocean in search of anything and everything that could be excavated and sold. Mostly it was muck. Monsters. Sometimes though, it sent back interesting images. The currently one that was of a dragon shaped thing. Sera was far enough south that the Aedolian's couldn't be too bothered with him. All the proper licences on his ship kept him from sending up any red flags and he was always more than willing to add a few credits to pockets that could turn an eye.
Money - or credits - really could buy anything.
He'd been planet side for a few days, frowning at how gross the planet was. Sera would prefer to never set foot here but this Whatever They Found could set him up for a while. Dragon shaped at the bottom of the sea. Pretty interesting. It was dusk-ish when he was notified that the thing had broke in half but that it was made of a beautiful stone, expertly crafted. The torso had been dragged up, the other half sinking down into the muck at the bottom.
Sera could only frown and order the rest of it broken down and sold for parts. Maybe crafted into fancy counter tops and tables. Leave what details they could for potential collectors but use the rest. Not exactly his usual drug and weapon toting fair but what he should have probably turned in to a museum in Aedolis he was going to keep and profit off of.
It was when he was in his quarters, fixing his hair and making faces at himself in the mirror that he got the notification that his men had found something interesting. Sera looked at himself in the mirror, his lavender eyes, the flippy dark hair. He'd never been fond of his horns - decorated to be pretty as they were - but the idea of getting rid of them sucked so there they remained. It was late, almost midnight by the planets time and he was in loose pants and a silky shirt. Then finally, when he went out into the elements to the 'dig' site, he was wearing shoes and a respirator.
"Sir," one of the employee's said once he entered the work area, voice soft and a little concerned. A plain woman, brown hair, brown eyes, unassuming and easy to fall into the background.
Sera eyed her, looking at his neck and shoulders before he tilted his head, a silent 'what'.
"Sir, there's something ... Interesting... In the statue. We think it may have been... A tomb or something. We wanted you to check it out." She eyed him before stepping aside so he could see for himself and... Sure enough. In the Jade dragon's throat was a woman. Interesting looking and encased in the stone. Sera's breath caught in his own throat and he moved closer. They'd chiseled some of the stone away, leaving a hand exposed.
Perfect skin. Not decomposed. She didn't smell dead.
His hand reached out and he placed his own around hers, thumb brushing at the pulse point. It was faint. Barely there. If Sera wasn't so naturally in tuned to heartbeats ( so he knew when to stop almost literally sucking their soul) he probably would have missed it. "Get her out and then send her to my quarters." The looks he got were odd ones - the person was dead - but he was the boss. If he wanted to fuck a corpse who were they to judge?
Sera returned to his room and went to bed, falling asleep quickly.
Also woken quickly.
The knock on his door woke him up and for a moment he was full of blind rage, rushing to the door to slam his fist on the button that opened the door. Angry, tired, irritated, Seraphim just glared at the people who were waiting for him but... There. In the bare arms of one of his crew was the body from the statue. Sera frowned deeply. Angry that they weren't wearing gloves and were touching what was his with their bare hands. Sera took the body away without a word, holding the woman bridal style and looking down at her.
Should he set up a bed? She'd survived in a statue for the gods knew how long - would that last now that she was free?
First thing was first though. He could smell the stink of his crew on her and he didn't want that in his room. Creature comforts like beds could wait. First, he was going to bathe her. Sera frowned before he placed her on his bed and he went to his washroom to the soaker tub, filling it up with semi-warm water. Throwing in a few oils to help with the smell of his disgusting crew.
They weren't that bad. Sera just hated them and the way they smelled after a long day of hard work.
Tub filled and smelling much better, he went back to his bed to finally give a better examination of the woman. Pulse was still there, however faint. Smudges of dirt were on her body and he couldn't tell if it was because she'd been around dirty people or manhandled by dirty people. His hand moved over her shoulder, taking her chin and turning her head to face him.
Sera wasn't usually taken in by beauty but he found her to be quite lovely and he drew his thumb over her lip once before he picked her up again and brought her to the tub. Feet first. Slowly down to her shoulders and he was careful to keep his hand under her head and neck so she didn't sink. Who knows, maybe now that she was out of the water she could drown.
"Who are you?" He whispered softly, leaning over her while he ran the washcloth over her arms gently. Sera worked quietly - he had no intentions of doing anything completely untoward - his hands gentle and his movements slow. Enchanted, Sera placed the cloth on the side of the tub and moved his hand to her cheek, pushing her hair from her face and just... Gazing. Taking in the image of the strange woman that was found in the statue.
Well, at least they could still sell those fancy countertops. Maybe he'd redecorate his bathroom.
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« on: March 27, 2018, 11:44:27 pm »
Forget to?
Teal's breath caught in his throat and he just stared at her. Was it possible to get your heartbroken when the person breaking it didn't even really know you existed? Teal sucked in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he shifted his stance and plucked at his clothing. A hand through his hair and a twitch of his ears. What could he say? "Everything was fine upstairs..." He said, voice soft and he wanted to be soothing but he knew he was just being really creepy because he ran all the way down here and... It was fine. This would be fine.
"You left so quickly," Teal said lamely, doing his best to look more concerned than eager. Was he doing okay? Where were his ears supposed to go? He did his best to keep them neutral but he knew they were slowly climbing up in a sort of alert fashion. Moving back down when he noticed he'd been perking them up. "Are you okay?" He tried to keep his tone normal but he was anxious. "My name is Teal," he said quickly, it rushing out of him like a gust of air before he flushed and looked down and away. He Who Wagged His Ass for money was flushed. This was a crush. Nothing more. Right?
Right?
"I really was just worried about you. I didn't offend you, right? When i called you pretty?"
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« on: March 27, 2018, 09:48:13 pm »
NAMESeraphim "Drug and People Smuggler" McGee ALIASESSera Angel in the ChatRooms. AGELooks to be an adult between the ages 20-40. Who knows? He's older than that. GENDERUsually has a penis, he enjoys watching it flop when he swings his hips. SEXUALITYHis sexuality is 'yes.' SPECIES/ETHNICITYIncubus HEIGHT/BUILD6'2" OCCUPATIONBad Guy. He's that Space Dude your parents warn you about when you run away from home and into space. RESIDENCECaptain Quarters of The Backstab. __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALSera is an imposing man. Broad shouldered, slim hipped and nothing but svelte muscle between. His hair is shorter and layered, causing the tips to curl up and in front of his ears and at the base of his neck are longer chunks of hair tied up into braids. Usually they're decorated with beads and charms or things that make a 'clinking' sound - like a bell on a cat. He wants to announce his presence but not actually tell anyone he's coming around. Sera has a tanned skin tone that at his shoulders, horns and at the base of his spine melt in a dusky purple, a telling sign of his less than human-humanity. Along with the purple around his horns they come with - imagine that - horns and again, the base of his spine extends to a spade tipped tail - wrapped with a pretty red bow 'cause he has a sense of humour. They're a dark purple, almost black, the base decorated with small gold crowns, going up and above his head in elegant points and connected by a chain across his forehead. A pretty red gemstone rests between his eyebrows. The tips of his horns are decorated with caps as well, also decorated by red gemstones. His hair is a darker blue with streaks of red and blue and his eyes are a lovely lavender. Usual attire for Seraphim is a halter top of sorts that covers his front from chin to hips but leaves his entire back naked except for belts crosing at the base of his spine to keep said top on. This leaves his back exposed should he ever need use of his wings - many years of ripping shirts was getting annoying and now he owns multiple strange versions of this shirt. Usually all black. Lies. They're all black and they're all the same. He has a whole freakin' drawer devoted to these tops. Sometimes he wears coats over them to cover his arms and hide various weapons. In his 'entirely' incubus form, he has a pair of wings, his tail is a little longer and his skin is the dusky purple all over. His hair takes on a flame like appearance, waving up above his head a brighter shade of blue. His teeth are sharper and longer and his tongue is forked. Finally his eyes are entirely black. PERSONALITYSera's an asshole. Sort of? A charming asshole. The kind of man people want to be when they grow up because he's so personable and charming. Easily, if he weren't so twisted and cruel, he could be someone's confidant and friend. Sera's a good listener and calm. Easy to smile and can joke with the best of them. However, Sera could easily break someone's fingers or arm. There's nothing he won't do to get what he wants. Of course, that could be explained as he's 'determined and stubborn!' He also murders. Rapes. Steals. He views humans as below him. They are his food and unless they can serve a purpose to him and the bigger picture he's looking at then he treats them as what they are. Food for him to use, consume and throw out the left overs. Sera refuses to let himself be attached and it's a conscious choice. Attachments make people weak. ABILITIESScent - Sera smells really good to just about everything. Stamina - He is inhuman and as such, he has inhuman strength. Easily he could lift someone his size or a little bigger. He can also run for long stretches of time ( but who needs to run in space?) Da Bangs - Sera can, if he chooses to, forego gaining nutrients from food and instead literally sap the energy from someone during intercourse. He has total control over this and has come to enjoy the lethargic sleepy look his parters ( willing and unwilling) get after a roll in the bed with him. Sera finds food more simple and will usually choose to ignore this particular ability of his - sex tends to make him unwillingly gain attachment if it isn't a direct display of his power over someone else. The Seraphim of the Stars. - Sera is the 'king pin' of a large criminal organization that deals in almost literally everything it can. He's a busy man and he enjoys the power more than the wealth. Of course who he is is something most people don't know. The people that meet him sometimes don't live to tell the tale. Usually don't. RELATIONSHIPS A few lackeys. No one he's intensely emotionally invested in. The few 'close' relationships he have are strictly for work - though once in a while he might share a drink with a colleague. HISTORYWho knows? Sera kind of does. He has an idea about what turned him against himself. Sera is an unhappy man to a large degree and he's found the only thing to keep him 'happy' is power. And fear is powerful. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: March 27, 2018, 11:50:04 am »
Being tired always snuck up on it.
One moment he was awake staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing. Everything. Then he was asleep and rolling to turn off his alarm. No dreams. Iri usually woke up tired. Drained. Then he went about his day as usual, crawled into bed and did it all over again. Iridescent let his head rest on Sevan's shoulder, listening to his heartbeat through the flesh, eyes closed for a time.
Meeting the little group through the chat. Having lunch. It had literally changed Iridescents life for the better. Before his life had been work. Just work. He'd go out on a stake out, do that, come home. Go to work again. The people he'd met though threw a wrench in that.
Made people he wanted to see when he was done work. People outside of contacts. Iri snuggled in, pressing his lips to the pulse at Sevan's throat, curling an arm around his torso and just existed for the time being. Thought about just what had lead up to this evening. The frantic need Iri had felt when he'd learned about his friends death. The need to be alive and share that with someone. Little did he know, that last evening (and morning) before leaving for his near two month stake out they'd...
"I'm sorry," Iri whispered, rubbing his thumb against the fabric under his hand. "I didn't think that..." He sighed and pressed tighter to Sevan's side. "Did..." It was still raw but... The wound was open and it felt better to talk about it now. "Did you ever imagine having children?" He said softly, "I always did. My mother was a wonderful person and... I wanted any children I had to have a part of her. She never got to see grandchildren - I'm an only child - but... Maybe someday. Little children with her eyes." Another sign and Iri leaned up, pressing his chest to Sevan's.
"I'm going to apply for a different job. I didn't know I was pregnant but the second I found out what happened I wanted that child and I didn't..." Iri's eyes filled with tears and he lifted his hand from Sevan's chest to wipe at them angrily. Angry at himself. Angry at his tears. They didn't stop though, "I didn't even get the chance to protect it. I didn't even get the chance to... Do anything. I was so focused on work. I barely ate or slept. I didn't notice anything and... I killed it. My negligence killed it. I killed our baby." A wet sigh and Iri pressed his face to Sevastian's chest.
"I'm sorry. We're not even dating. We're not even a thing. I'm just... Maybe this is for the best." Iri closed his eyes and sighed again, voice turning small. There was a moments silence before he snuggled back down against Sevan's side. "Thank you for coming here, Sevastian. It means a lot to me. You're a lot more comfy than the bed."
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« on: March 24, 2018, 10:47:17 pm »
The kiss on the cheek translated into nice dreams and he smiled in his sleep.
A faint groan was heard from the pile of pillows on the bed and a scaled hand reached out to pat the otherside of the bed. Empty. Right. Harley rolled onto his side and peeled an eye ope slowly, tired and achy he pressed a hand to his lower back and pressed his face into the cool pillow beside him. It still smelled like the guy from last night and he felt himself drift off to sleep again, warm cheek cooled and one naked leg reaching across the bed.
"Nope, wake up," He instructed himself. Harley sighed and rose up on his hands and knees and shuffled off his bed. Slow meandering to the shower to bathe and untense his muscles. Replay the night before with a silly smile on his face.
It was nice. The guy was nice, handsome, bought dinner. Harley got ready for the day, glaring at the sunshine through the window and eyeing the left over pizza with a smile on his face. A flush on his cheeks. Bending over and spreading 'em didn't make him blush but a guy leaving left overs did. What the fuck, Harelquin.
"Harlequin,"
Harley's head jerked and he looked over his shoulder, of course nothing. It was Phareen.
"Harlequin, can you come down here? I haven't seen you in a while. I'd like to talk."
A nod that Phareen couldn't see and he gave her a quiet affirmative noise. Pulling on a suit, he fixed his hair, made sure he looked 110% sexy winked at himself in the mirror and ... Wandered through Solarta, ignoring the stares. Doing his best to keep steady while he walked and made his way to where the dragons hung out. Luckily there wasn't a lot of food traffic.
"Phareeeen," Harley called, voice sing-songie as he walked, steps quiet and careful.
"I'm here what did you - oh holy shit -" Harley frowned deeply, looking concerned.
It was the guy from the night before. Phareen gave Harley a smug look before she closed her eyes and let Hugh continue his work.
"I... Uuuuh.... Hi, Friend. Fancy meeting you here... I see you... Work on dragons. This is Phareen. She said she needed something." Harley frowned at her accusingly before he looked back at his... New friend. A new friend he totally knew the name of. "I passed a supply closet on the way down here if you wanna take a break during your lunch."
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« on: March 24, 2018, 02:02:05 pm »
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« on: March 21, 2018, 06:02:03 pm »
Lune was pleased when the kid agreed to work for him. A hand through his pink hair and he looked to the door before peeking at the clock. A little early but beside from the kid he hadn't seen anyone in a while. It was a quiet night and the sooner he cleaned up the sooner he could go home and rest and sleep and then come back. Lune pat the counter before he flicked a crumb off before he glanced at the kid and finally moved to flip over the 'open' card on the door to 'closed'. A pin code for the door and the sound of several locks.
"Alright, well, all locked up." Lune kept his eyes on the kid before he smiled, "The code to get out is 6-2-2-4," He nodded to the pinpad by the handle, "That's different than all the other codes. That one is for leaving without setting up the alarm. There's another for entering the store and a legit old-school key." Lune found himself prattling so he gave his hand a wave dismissively and walked back to the counter. His hands went to it and he turned off various switches and grabbed a cloth, going over spots and some grime.
"I'm not sure if I got your name and if I did, I don't remember, I'm sorry." Lune said giving a dry chuckle before he dumped coffee grounds into a compost bin and went about tidying up behind the counter, waiting until the hot things cooled down before he moved onto those.
"So, what do you do for work normally?" He said, offering small talk, "I'm sure you know what I do," Lune looked over his shoulder and gave a silly smile. "I used to do all sorts of stuff at your age. Any job I could get. I think I mostly stocked shelves are grocery stores." Lune shrugged and went about wiping down the various coffee machines and the cappuccino machine.
"When you're done eating you can just take all of that into the back, the sink should still be warm but if it isn't you can just hollar at me and I'll fill it up again."
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« on: March 19, 2018, 03:31:22 pm »
The 'hey' had him jolt up, eyes wide and red.
There was no question on who the other parent of the baby had been. Iri closed his eyes and let out a long shaky breath. He didn't want to be in a hospital again. He'd just gotten out of the hospital. Stupid plate. If he hadn't slipped on the plate he'd be home by now in his own... Bed. Or something. Like a needy cat, Iri pressed his head against the hand and closed his eyes before he slipped his hands around Sevan's wrists and shimmied to one side of the bed, keen on tugging the other Pilot onto it.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," His voice was soft and tired and moved his hand to the bandage on his head before he pressed at it and finally picked it off and threw it onto the floor. A little bruise at the hairline before he sighed and looked down at his hands before finally sighed and pressed his fists to his eyes. Did Iri tell him?
Swallowing thickly, Iridescent pulled his hands down and away before curling his arm around Sevan's torso, eyes closing for a moment. "I didn't know," He finally whispered, hollow sounding. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't think and... If I had only been more careful..." He moved his hand down to his abdomen, where he'd been unknowingly trying to nurture a ... Iri winced at the thought. Another sigh. His head hurt and he just wanted to sleep but Sev was here and...
"I wanted to surprise you." He admitted, flushing and looking away, "I was on my way home and I was going to just... Pop up at your door and demand hugs and ask if I could stay the night. It was going to be awkward and we were going to blush and shuffle our feet." Iri sighed and let his head fall back onto the pillow, "That failed though. I had cramps and i leaned on the counter but... I put my hand on a plate and it slipped. Went down like a bag of rocks, i hit my head and then there was blood so... I panic called for medical, I..." Iri glanced away, "I don't really need to be here."
A small tired smile, "I'm sorry I made you come all the way here, I owe you dinner." A nice topic change. Then the mask cracked and scared Iri poked through, "Will you stay with me? I really missed you."
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« on: March 19, 2018, 01:09:08 am »
It was a long time since Iri had gone home.
Iridescent missed his apartment. Missed his ceiling. He pushed a hand through his shimmery rainbow hair and looked at himself in the dingy mirror of the literal one room he'd spent the last week in. Frowning at the tired look in his eyes. The sickly paleness of his skin. Usually he'd had a nice healthy flush but the past few days he'd been so tired and clammy feeling.
At least it was time to go though. The hit was done, he'd laid low for the gossip to die down - it officially had been a heart attack. Now it was time to finally go home. Do the paperwork. Rest a bit and then... Go out again. Iri sighed wearily, dreading the next time he'd be sent out. Maybe request a transfer when he got back home and rested up. Talked to someone.
He'd done his best to not think of Sevastian. It just made his chest ache and aside from the lengthy conversation between jobs in which it ended up them just falling asleep and breathing into the phone, Iri had kept contact to a minimum. A maximum for what he was technically allowed but... Iri rolled his shoulders and looked around the room, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything personally important.
There was nothing there and the cleaners would be by in a few hours to make the little place look like Iri had never been there. Clothes would be burned or donated. Blankets. Left over food. Or at least that was the plan. A cramp gripped Iridescents midsection and he held his side before he made his way to the little kitchenette, one hand resting on the counter while he breathed through the sharp jolt of pain.
Apendix? Something fucking hurt. It was unfortunate placing of the plate when the next jolt of pain hit, his hand slipped and Iri's head connected with the drawer, giving him a daze and a new focal point of pain. The fuck. Iri's heart started to thump and with a grunt, he fumbled with his com and tried to contact anyone but distraction quickly took over when he felt something wet at his legs.
"The fuck," He panted, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was on his way home, dammit. Tears of frustration and pain pricked his bright eyes and he pressed his forehead to the floor and breathed deeply to calm himself. He could deal with a little bit of pain and a forgotten period. That was fine. It was fine. Still, he pressed a hand to his abdomen when the sharp pain didn't let up and he was already so tired. It wasn't sleep, so much as his brain just short circuited. Every time he moved he hurt and there was no bed to crawl into and cry on. His heat where he hit it throbbed.
Fuck. Iridescent tentatively reached down to his legs. He was wearing pants so he was just expecting a little accident, his hand came back covered in red and he was alarmed at how fresh and bright it was. Did he get poisoned? He was dying. Iri half expected to cough up blood next but all that hit him was nausea from the pain. Again, he tried the com, smearing blood across the screen before he could finally call for medical attention. Bleeding. Head trauma. Location.
He didn't move though. He curled up on his side, one arm tucked under his head and the other wrapped protectively over his belly, eyes squeezed shut.
Iridescent probably fell asleep, a restless one because when he woke up - or at least he didn't remember the timeline from after he called for medical. His eyes popped open and a nurse tending to the iv of fluids beside gave him, the nurse gave an owlish look before the unmistakable look turned to sympathy. A button was pushed and Iri just closed his eyes again.
"Iridescent Nebula?" A husky soft voice said his golden eyes popped open, and the doctor got his full attention "We're deeply sorry about the baby," He sighed, clearly not enjoying the news he had to give, "by the time we got you here there was nothing we could do except make you as comfortable as possible." Iri stared, confused, eyes wide. His hands fluttered to his abdomen and he just... Stared.
It was an odd reaction. A flutter of excitement because he'd been pregnant only for it to immediately be dashed. His eyes widened when he remembered what'd he'd been putting his body through the last few weeks since... "I was pregnant?" He asked, voice thick and confused.
"You... I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. We had taken the liberty of calling your emergency contacts - You've been asleep for almost 6 hours after we tended to the bump on your head and gave you pain killers." The doctor sighed and looked down and away.
A glance at his 'clipboard' - a device on his arm that projected a list of things for him to mention or take notes about. "We've scheduled you for a D&C at 8 tomorrow morning - it's 18:36 now - It's a quick procedure and unfortunately a little invasive but it's to make sure nothing is left behind that could cause issues or infections. Please get some rest before then," A sigh and the Doctor gave the bed a pat before going to the door, turning just in time and the door clicking so softly to miss Iri pressing his face into his hands and trying to cry quiet heartbroken sobs.
He'd never felt so alone before in his life.
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« on: March 16, 2018, 07:29:56 pm »
Turq just really wanted to moosh his face into the guy's neck and stay there. It was like some sort of aromatherapy and he just wanted to cuddle in and nap for a bit. He wasn't tired but if he got to rest his head on those shoulders, oh man. He'd never leave. Turq sort of lost track of what was going on, his eyes on the giant dudes face, his little tail giving a wriggle that moved his hips side to side while the guy glared at his dragon. Turq didn't care. He was smitten.
Though, his ears pinned down when the man spoke and Turquoise's skin prickled and goosebumps covered his arms at the skin to skin touch. Of course, his big golden eyes were responsive. His keen interest obvious in how his pupils went from slits to large dark disks, consuming the gold of his irises. Wow.
"Hi," He said again, eyes fluttering closed, "No, I'm fine. I'm just..." Turq let out a steady breath and couldn't help the little purr that trilled out of him and the somewhat goofy smile. "I'm Turquoise. Turq. I've never been saved before so I'm still just... Happy to not be broken and..." Turq glanced away, trying not to smile again before he slyly slipped his hand into the one that was pressing against his chin. "You're really handsome," He said, voice soft, the tail end of a purr on it. This guy was huge and smelled nice and felt nice and "What's your name? Are you single?"
Turq flushed and cleared his throat and made a silly attempt to take a step back. "do you like steak? There's a place just... down ... yonder," He gave his arm a fling to a general direction, "makes good steak sandwiches." subject change. Remove foot from mouth.
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« on: March 12, 2018, 12:00:20 am »
[ Goblin! ]
Ryul stared at himself in the mirror, turning his head side to side and peering at his chin. Tucking his hair behind his ear. He was cute, right? He brushed the backs of his fingers over the scales on his pale cheek, the shimmery silvery scales. The bright eyes. Ryul sighed and tugged the hairbrush through his silvery hair before he braided it back, pulling it over his shoulder and posed.
More head tilting.
It was sad. He knew it was. Ryul knew that he was never coming back. Though he also knew that he was alive somewhere out there. He could feel it like someone was pushing him in one direction and he wanted to go in that direction until the pushing stopped but... Maybe he just didn't want to come back. Ryul glanced at the mirror again, features wobbling at the thought of him but... Quickly he schooled his features and looked at the clock.
Almost four am. Time to go to the bakery and start the day.
A bright smile and he pinched his cheeks to give himself some colour - blue on blue, not much for colour. Ryul grabbed his backpack, flicked the light off in his bathroom and set off. Patting his pocket to make sure he had his keys. As usual, the travel was a nice quiet walk and he got to his shop with little trouble. Then it was getting to baking.
He made a list of what was going to stale out at the end of the day, made a list of what was a day old and therefore discounted. Another list for himself of what he needed to bake. The little com chat helped with business at Sweet Dreams and now he had a few meat dishes for the hungier-less-dessert-seeking ones. Ryul put some tunes on, put on a hair net and started his day for real.
It was a few hours later, with nine o'clock rolling up that he finally put the finishing touches on a few pies. The cupcakes were left to cool on a rack and he made sure to have the more breakfast-ie grab 'ems closest to peering eyes. Nine was when his helper was to come in. A community service type thing. Dash wasn't the most pleasant person to be around but... Ryul managed. A quick slicing look. A few solid words.
Ryul dragged the back of his sleeve over his brow, cheeks flushed from the heat of the ovens. Another glance at the clock and he flicked the coffee pot on and made sure people popping in for a breakfast quiche and a coffee would have it all fresh and delicious. To any normal person, it was an insane amount of work. Ryul was at the bakery for almost sixteen hours a day, prepping, cleaning, getting things ready for the next day.
If he couldn't spend it here though, he'd fall apart. It was good. People got to eat yummy things, drink fresh coffee and Ryul got to be distracted by making those things for them. Dash was a nice distraction when it was quiet. The store front was cleaner too, Ryul had always missed a few crumbs before.
Ryul pulled his hairnet off, fixing his braid before he replaced his plain white apron with a flowery purple one, the ends and shoulders frilly with the middle of it tied back in a pretty bow - or at least it felt like a pretty bow. An unlock of the door. Open sign on. Dash should be by soon and then... The day.
Ryul returned back behind the counter, eyeing his lists. Making sure everything was in order. Did he want to teach Dash til today? Maybe how to make frosting for the cupcakes while it was quiet later? The notepad on the counter and the pen in his hand, Ryul scribbled non-sense between a name and the drawing of what looked like a very happy potato with stick limbs.
Maybe just... Talk to Dash. While Ryul was no shrink he tried to know people. Be the sticky sweet person people felt bad about hating. What was the point of being angry? No one gained anything. Ryul could be angry that he was gone and didn't want to come back. Ryul could lash out at everyone because of how terrible he felt inside but... It was fuel. To run his nice little bakery. To see the smiles on faces when they ate a cupcake or the smiles on a face when one person bought a dozen peanutbutter cupcakes and ate six in one go.
If anything, having the bakery let him meet a number of amazing people.
Also a number of amazingly weird people.
Ryul didn't look up at the sound of the chimes at the door, instead he remained doodling his happy potato and glanced over his shoulder at the pot of coffee. "Good morning," He said, voice pleasant before looking forward again, "Lovely day today. The breakfast quiche is fresh and the coffee is almost done," And then he looked up, eyes closed and smiled brightly. "Haven't decided if I want a cup myself yet. I think it's a tea day for me but I love the smell of coffee."
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« on: March 07, 2018, 11:00:27 pm »
NAMEJulian Sikander NICKNAME--x Ater on the chat AGE364 GENDERMale SEXUALITYPansexual SPECIES/ETHNICITY Elf-human-fae-something HEIGHT/BUILD 6'4" OCCUPATIONDesk Jockey, lots of paperwork. RESIDENCEIn Libra. Somewhere. In a house. Alone o_o __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALJulian is a taller man, broad shouldered and wide chested. He's been alive for a long time and has put to those years to use sculpting his form into something he knows people will enjoy looking at- something he enjoys looking at. Julian would lie if he'd said he never posed in front of a mirror and flexed. Time hasn't been entirely kind though, because he's the keeper of only one body, any terrible injuries have kept. He's missing his right eye, a scar showing just how the injury occurred. Or at least why the eye was lost. Julian doesn't quite remember the details but he knows he lost the eye along with his lower left leg. Still, he's not a bad looking man. He's fit and has sharp cheek bones with violet eyes and brilliant red hair that reaches past his elbows. Despite his resting bitch face, he smiles easily and readily and looks far younger than he is - which is good, otherwise he'd look like dried skin on some old bones. PERSONALITYJulian is a quiet man who has trouble meeting new people or making friends. Everyday he was with his wife he'd thanked his lucky stars and since she's been gone he's gotten a little more quiet and a little more recluse. His daughter bribes him out of the house besides to work by refusing to meet him at his own. Mostly, Julian is drifting. He has no where to be and as such, he simply exists. He isn't too fond of it and has recently taking to lame attempts at leaving his comfort zone - though they've all ended in failure. ABILITIESHe types good : D Old school fighting. Can use a sword decently. Also a mage, pyromancy. RELATIONSHIPS ---- Wife - deceased for fifteen or so years.- A woman who filed down the rough edges. A human, even then she died too young and he misses her every day. She was a wine hobbiest and Julian's home has a room kept cool that is floor to ceiling wine bottles that he takes care of very diligently. ---- Grown Daughter - Loves his baby girl - though she's all grown up and lives on her own, does her own thing. He has a plant he talks to, that's probably his best friend. And only friend. HISTORYHe was born, was active military after growing up. Had an injury. Got a desk job. Met his wife. Had a kid. Wife died not long after. Raised daughter alone. She grew up. Now he's alone and sometimes drinks the wine. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: February 19, 2018, 11:45:28 pm »
There was no regret that she'd woken Mars up.
Cordelia chewed on her lip and stared down at the ground, coaxed her fingers through her hair before she felt herself being tugged forward. Was he hugging her? Cordelia sighed and closed her eyes, moving her real hand from her hair to his, carding her fingers through it and pulling his head to her stomach in a strange pseudo hug.
"I woke you up," She said, her voice soft and she let her head droop before she started to move. Cordelia sighed and crawled from his embrace, one leg on the bed before she grabbed his arm and started to drag him down with her. "And we destroyed my ship and..." Cordelia sighed and tugged Mars so she could coax him down, "You need to sleep. We need to sleep. Maybe you'll find answers in your dreams." It wasn't a big bed, but if they smooshed together it'd be fine, "You can have most of the pillow," She said, smacking the cool pillow with her hand. "I promise I'll stay right here and everything but my legs are pretty warm."
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« on: February 19, 2018, 11:14:40 pm »
Everyone liked muffins.
They were sweet without being too sweet, didn't have raisins in them. Ellis looked down at the container of them, pushing his lavender hair from his bright green ears and then back up. He was excited. Someone new! Which maybe this one was kind of friendly or something. He had leaned himself against the wall, bounced the container on his thighs while he waited. Right muffins didn't need to be shaken.
The first bit of voice, Ellis zero'd his attention in on Jack, licking his teeth under his lips and frowning ever so slightly. Was everyone tense? The air felt tense. Was this person terrible? Did they have to pay to get in? Ellis glanced around the room and finally he spotted the new face - he'd been staring at Jack, trying to get a read on him. The guy was always so broody.
Ellis caught the hitch, raised an eyebrow and squinted slightly. Watched the older Scorpion's faces. Tilted his head curiously before he glanced back at the woman. Keeping his own expression serious and neutral Ellis decided... Nah, he didn't really care why they looked uncomfortable.
"Hey, Jojo! Welcome to the Squad," Ellis grinned once Jack was finished with his little speech. He pried the top off the tupperware and walked over. They weren't the healthiest muffins - chocolate, chocolate chip, but they were fresh and they smelled good. "I am Amaryllis, Ellis for short, Amy if you're nasty." A grin and he nodded to Jack, "He doesn't have a stutter, so don't worry about the hiccup-cough." Ellis didn't wait before he held out the baked goods, begging to be plucked and eaten. "They're all kinda broody and quiet so when they're like that around you - it isn't you, that's kinda just ... Like that." A grin to Joan and he wiggled the muffins again, giving his shoulders a shrug "You get used to it, nothing personal. We can be friends though!"
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« on: February 09, 2018, 10:10:53 pm »
It was going to really hurt when he landed. Would his tail break though? Turquoise didn't really wanna deal with that. Eyes still squeezed shut, he gave a grunt when he landed, lips parted and he was slightly winded before he ... Didn't really hurt. Turq had expected some pain in his head. Smashing it into the ground from such a large dragon but...
A voice echoed in his ear and Turq wondered if that was the voice of an angel. Or a devil. Was he dead? He didn't hurt. Surely that meant he was dead. Maybe an angel. Who ever this was smelled really nice. Turq didn't open his eyes, but he snuggled in, pressing his chest to chest and shoulder, sighing softly before he finally cracked an eye open, looking up confused at the nice smell and the warm chest and... Chest and shoulder?
"Hi," Turq said, voice strained and blinking slowly. This guy was warm. And big. And Wow. Turq didn't make a move to wriggle away. Didn't make an attempt to get out of the big guy's arms. He caught him and... Turq sighed and tried not to give a doofy smile but the corner of his lip turned up and he just... Stayed.
"Thanks," He whispered, blinking at the big guy, breath picking up while his heart started to thump the littlest bit harder and his pupils dilated into little slits for a moment, leaving his eyes pools of gold beside his blue-green scales. "Hi," He repeated, voice soft again before he swallowed and finally realized where he was and what he was doing. Quickly, he wriggled a leg again so the toe of his boot was on the ground and he quickly stood up, dusting off his bright orange overalls and pushing his hair behind his ears.
"Hi," He said again, a silly smile on his face. A glance over his shoulder at the big dragon and he rolled his shoulders and smoothed the front of his overalls down. "Do you want to get lunch? I was just headed to grab lunch. It's... my lunch." A bright hopeful smile, his little fangs poking over his lip before he tucked his hands in his pockets and quickly looked down, a flush on his cheeks and cleared his throat. It was tempting to just turn and walk away but he'd already extended the invitation. Impulsively. Why so impulsively?
Turq swallowed and scuffed his boots on the ground and just... Waited to be dismissed. People who caught other people didn't want to go to lunch with them. They wanted a pat on the back on the back and to be done with it.
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« on: February 09, 2018, 12:03:51 am »
[Cheeeeeeesemonster]
The days were feeling longer and longer. Turq would wake up, take a shower, grab a breakfast bar and eat that on his way to his station. Then, he worked. Well, of course he got dressed and did various other morning activities - simple ones like getting dressed and giving a quick preen. He'd always avoided looking in the mirror except just the quick glance, make sure he looked okay. At least as normal as he could look.
Turq licked his lips while he pushed stuff aside in his fridge, looking for his lunchbox. Nope, empty. Shit. Maybe it was the night before he'd filled it. Must have been. Shit. Turq looked at his clock, frowned at the blinking light, almost six. Time to go. It didn't take long to get to the hanger, but he needed to suit up and put on his boots. Tie back his hair. He sighed, tossed the empty lunch bag on his counter and finally, began his journey to work.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his job - he'd been doing it since he was 18 in a round about way - just... That's all he had. Turq sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and making sure he had all of his things, closed his door and made his way. The journey to the hanger was uneventful, a quick glance at the list today before he went to the locker. Got changed.
Frowned at his reflection again. Turquoise Soaring. Pilot Cardinal. Twenty-two. Weird small deformed monster. He was a little taller in his boots at least. He pushed his hair behind his ear and tied a bandanna around his forehead to keep it back there while he worked. A glance at his face and he licked his lips, poking his sharp little fangs that pressed over his lower lip, pressing harshly at his upper lip that left him with his cat-like mouth. Turq frowned at himself. He wasn't a handsome for a Kulshedra. He wasn't a handsome for a human.
At least the dragons didn't care about what he looked like. Though, sometimes they teased him about his little tail in passing. First on the list was... Shenzie. General maintenance. Tighten a few bolts. Fix a few dents. All regular things. Safety precautions. Turq sighed and got to work, collecting. Fixing. Heating. Working. Sweat was on his face and he got comfy on the big dragon while he worked. The dragon's were used to it. Sometimes they talked to him. Sometimes they didn't.
Turq had never worked on Shenzie before and he was hesitant to start up a chit-chat. Mostly, he hummed to himself. The beeping of his comm caught his attention and he jerked his head up quickly, making a trilling noise while he unhooked his safety harness from his perch on the dragon. Though, it was clearly a bad idea. A deep hatred for shoes and a gnawing hunger in his belly cause the misstep.
A sharp gasp, arms cartwheeling and a surprised yelp. His first thought was that he was going to die and his next was that why didn't dragon's come installed with ladder rungs? Turq went noodly after his slip, eyes squeezed shut and decided - hoped - that he'd just have bruises when he landed.
Fuck was he hungry thought. Did he get lunch and then medical or just suffer.
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« on: February 07, 2018, 08:25:33 pm »
NAMETurquoise Soaring ALIASESTurq. AGE22 GENDERMale SEXUALITY? ? ? SPECIES/ETHNICITY Kulshedra HEIGHT/BUILD 5'2" OCCUPATIONDragon Mechanic RESIDENCEHaviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALTurquoise is a wee stocky thing. All turquoise-ie scales and tanned skin. An out of season Kulshedra, he's small and has a few 'abnormalities' uncommon to his kind. For one, his tail is stubbed and while it can bend it's thick and mostly unmoving, at most if it were to wag his butt and hips would move with it. A slight face abnormality is his face, leaving him with a cat-like smile, the middle of his lips up turned and his canine's pressing against his lower lips unless he's thinking about it. Turq, however, has plush lips, large golden eyes and thick eyelashes. His hair grows in dark, almost black, and fades to the turquoise of his scales, which are sparingly smattered along his shoulders, collarbone and spine to his little tail. The scales meet along his chest around his ribcage and finally, his legs are completely covered from the thigh down. His legs are digitigrade and end in little feet. PERSONALITYTurq is shy. Sort of. He isn't out going and is content to be alone. A lack of opportunity to make friends growing up besides the required teamwork phase in candidacy has coloured his take on them as an adult. They were, for the most part, not required. Turq isn't a workaholic but he does value his job over much of anything else. It's difficult for him to 'let go' of anything and can hold a grudge a mile wide if he deems it worthy. He has a volatile temper, he can be snarky and should the situation call for it, mouthy. These traits also lead to his 'act first, think second' problem, which one day, will get him into a lot of trouble. ABILITIESTurq is a pyrokinetic. He has enough control over fire to not burn himself and while he can't create fire out of nothing, he can super heat the air and if given fuel can control the ensuing flame for quite a while. He's not a prodigy with it, but he is quite talented. RELATIONSHIPS His parents - Doesn't talk to them, doesn't see them. Hasn't tried to see them or meet them since he became a candidate. Faelynn - A soft gentle girl with a metal face and cybernetic forearms. Her natural scales are a peachy colour and her wings are segmented. A long whip like tail and a fondness of bows, Faelynn chose Turq before he was small, pretty and he stuck his tongue out at her when she nudged his tail. HISTORYTurq was born to a Kulshedra couple as an out of season child. Small and weak, he was kept in the hospital for a few months before he was allowed to go home with his parents. His mother blames her lack of feeling maternal on the fact that she couldn't take him home for a while - Turq is sure she's just a bitch - she is now, why wouldn't she have been one back then? As it is, being out of season he was always small and there was always some sense of animosity. He could feel it from his parents to him, his parents to each other. Nothing was ever calm and collected. There was always something. It wasn't an overly loving home and Turq didn't have the sense of dread a few other candidates had when he was 13 and screened. Traces of psychic ability. Off to candidacy he went. Turq did decently, he didn't make waves, he didn't make himself noticeable. He did his best to pass his classes and master his craft, except for a hiccup or two in the form of fighting another candidate Turquoise was level the whole time. When he turned 18, he graduated on time and started mechanic duties. It's taken a while as a basic mechanic but years of sleeping, eating, working and repeating the process he has gained the abilities to let him do starting jobs on the dragons. A job he takes seriously and with great honor. Turq is still a Cardinal because he simply can't justify spending the time to apply for Echo when it would gain him nothing but a different apartment and a payraise - he's quite content with what he has now. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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