| Life's Still Been Good; Oni and I continue something we started somewhere else! | |
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| Steel Cerberus | Dec 10 2014, 08:51 PM Post #1 |
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THE STORY SO FAR. Eisen the zorua's ears shot straight up when Mark reached for her, though she didn't flinch away despite her initial impulse telling her to. Instead she flattened her ears for a moment, lip curling only a little bit as he picked her up. Fortunately for him, she didn't lash out to bite, kicking her little nubby legs around when she was held up into the air. Bunker and Coyote watched this with huge, wide eyes, wondering if Mark would pay for this grave insult later. At least she didn't seem mad, but it was always hard to tell with Eisen. She quirked a furry eyebrow when he hat was stolen; Bunker sat perfectly still with it on his head, having never had anything up there before. The pokemon had absolutely no idea what Mark was going on about, but Eisen had sat back down on his chest and was looking faintly amused. She looked to Coyote, sitting nearby on the table, "What did you guys do to him?" "Nothing!" the crow squawked, fluffing again. "He just thinks he's hallucinating because we're talking." "He was also saying that we should be girls, or something, in swimsuits," Bunker added, twitching his ears as the hat continued to sit on his head. The zorua quirked an eyebrow, and looked back at Mark. "Oh, really now? Well, you're not hallucinating, but..." the fox sat back and glanced around to make sure they were quite alone where they were. A few seconds later, without any fanfare or really... anything, there was suddenly a short young woman sitting on Mark instead. Eisen reached over and took her hat from Bunker, flicking her wrist so the hat snapped back to being full sized. It wasn't actually a top hat, a little shorter but still the same similar set up. She replaced it on her head, and smiled down at Mark. (I haven't had any fun in a while, and this guy seems like a few cards short of a deck. Might make for an interesting afternoon, if nothing else.) |
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| Lonile | Feb 7 2015, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
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Mark grinned as his lap was suddenly filled with female company. "See! This is what I'm talking about." He turned on the Jolteon and wagged his finger back and forth. "You should be ashamed of yourself for not changing like your friend here. I mean you're blonde, you're supposed to be more fun." Returning his attention to Eisen he frowned for a second before sliding a finger up her sleeve and pulling at it a bit. Alright so the clothing is real, not an extension of a morph. "I wonder..." He reached out with one hand and pushed on her stomach with one hand before running it up her clothed chest and giving her right breast a careful squeeze. "Certainly feels real." He squeezed again and moved to reach into her shirt when a flash of golden light erupted on the beach in front of him. "YOU!" A young woman of middling height appeared with her robes and hair billowing in an unseen tempest clutching a strand of blonde hair. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're causing?" She accomplished the seemingly impossible task of stomping up a beach in a dignified rage and slammed one open palm into his chest. It met resistance for a second before her hand passed into his body and he felt her grabbing hold of something and pulling. There was a sudden sucking sensation and suddenly she was holding a ghostly copy of his body over her head, still glaring daggers at him. "If you threaten to destabilize space-time again I'm going to shove your head up your ass." Then with a crack of displaced air she was gone leaving the two by themselves again. Mark gaped at the empty air for a second before looking back at Eisen where she sat and sighing. "You know what, screw it. This dream is weird as hell already." He grasped the metal form of his cane where it lay beside the chair and flicked the switch on the side, transforming into a woman himself. "Now, you turn around and take your shirt off so I can paint the other three on your back." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Feb 8 2015, 07:53 PM Post #3 |
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"But... I'm not..." Bunker whined, his head and ears drooping down. Likely the dog would have sat there feeling sad for a little while, if it wasn't for Mark reaching where he did. For what it was worth, Eisen didn't move. She didn't even really react much, only tilting her head off to the side just a little bit. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she should have been a little more upset about being groped by a complete stranger, but on the other he had enough of a look of confusion about him that she didn't think 'yay boobies' was actually crossing his mind at this point. If nothing else, she certainly felt real. Proper number of ribs, proper squishiness of guts, and even though her chest wasn't very big, it was definitely very real. "We're about to witness a murder," Coyote stage-whispered over to Bunker. Eisen's eyes flicked over to them, about to tell them to can it or take a hike, when space and time ripped open next to them and a woman walked out. The surprise of it made Eisen sit back and stare, the hair on the back of her neck prickling. Which meant that something was weird about this woman, but before Eisen could study her much more, she... wait, what did she just do? (It... it felt like she just took his soul. But his soul is still right here.) A beat. Eisen had completely forgotten where she was and what was going on, staring even after the woman disappeared. (Did she... make a clone of his soul? Can I do that? That seems useful as hell.) "Uh..." Coyote looked back at Mark before anyone else did, speechless at the sight of a woman. Eisen looked too, jumping to her feet in surprise. "Woah woah. Hold on a second, you were a dude two seconds ago," she grabbed her own cane, far less useful then Mark's, and gave it a flick so it was back at full size again. She brandished it at him, as if that was going to help anything at all. "Also, you're not dreaming. Trust me, I wouldn't be part of your dreams. How did you do that?" |
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| Lonile | Feb 15 2015, 12:11 PM Post #4 |
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The reclining trainer suddenly pale as the implications of her not dreaming everything that were happening sank in. Looking up the length of the cane to the one who was holding it, she stammered a few bits of nonsense before snapping her mouth shut and staring at the woman's chest before looking down at her own bare top which was even now reacting to the cool sea breeze. "You know what there is a perfectly rational explanation for all this and I will tell it to you... As soon as I figure it out." A hand tried to smooth down her salt encrusted, and suddenly long, hair as she stared out into the middle distance trying to put her thoughts in some kind of order. "I am a... tinkerer." She finally stammered after almost a minute of silence. Standing up slowly, she unconsciously hitched her pants up a bit higher to look better on her female frame. "I think the easiest way for you to make some kind of sense of what's going on would be to look into my eyes." She lifted her gaze from the sand to look into the dual colored orbs opposite her. Mark/Mary's eyes were a wonderful bit of engineering that looked normal from afar. Up close, however, the illusion broke down. The eye itself was too white, too shiny, with no blood vessels marring its porcelain finish. The iris was a collection of dozens of identical miniature metal blades that widened or narrowed the pupil like a camera aperture while within the eye itself, through the pupil, was the telltale shine of glass and the occasional blue flash of electrical arcing. The entire eye was, to put it simply, nothing more than glass, ceramic, and metal. "My eyes grew weary so I replaced them. My lungs grew tired so I repaired them. My heart..." She reached out and grasped one of Eisen's hand and drew it to her sternum. "I have no heartbeat anymore because I have no need of it." Digging under the sand for a second with one foot, she pulled the ancient rusted metal of her own cane from the sands before bending down and picking it up. One hand touched the tan gem on top with a sad smile before she depressed the catch on the handle and returned to her male form. "This is nothing more than another manner to adapt. With one gem I can shift my apparent age while with another my gender..." Mark looked up at the woman before him and shrugged. "Surely one such as yourself can understand the draw of immortality and what one must plan for in the case that it is found. Surely one who can take the shape of a pokemon and change the nature of things at will would understand the siren song of eternal life." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Feb 15 2015, 03:08 PM Post #5 |
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The fingers gripping her cane adjusted ever so slightly, still brandished like a sword at the woman lying down as she struggled to find something worthwhile to say. At least Eisen didn't look mad. She didn't even look curious, though for once the feeling was burning inside her. There wasn't much that could get Eisen Reynard interested, but finding another shapeshifter was definitely one of them. Her own red eye seemed to flicker with fire when she started to explain, and she didn't hesitate to lean in to get a better look but her brandished cane didn't waver where it was. "So is he a zombie too, then?" Bunker said aside to Coyote. The pair of them was content to let Eisen deal with this whole mess and just watch, though the jolteon looked confused. Farther in the background, Scout was sniffing around for more food scraps, completely uncaring about the mess unfolding nearby. "I don't think so. Either way, he's a weirdo." For a second, Eisen looked like she was going to smack Mary's hand away when she reached, but hesitated. It gave Mary enough time to reach, and Eisen dropped her cane hand back to her side at the lack of a heartbeat. She hadn't noticed that before. (And yet you still have all of your soul. What is science if not magic with metal? Fucking weird,) Eisen shook the thoughts from her mind, pulling her hand away as Mark changed back. Now she regarded him with... almost suspicion. On one hand, she tried to end everyone who had ever seen her shapeshift. At first she had thought of him as just a drunken or crazy fool, but now she knew she'd been wrong. On the other hand, it was hard to not see opportunity staring back at her. What manner of opportunity, she wasn't sure of yet. "You did all this... yourself?" she said after a moment of consideration, deciding it more prudent to not give him anymore then the vague ideas he had about her. |
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| Lonile | Mar 8 2015, 12:14 PM Post #6 |
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Mark carefully ignored the 'zombie' comment and focused instead on Eisen's question. He ran his left hand along his jaw for a second before answering. "Most of it was done by me, which was interesting with the modifications to my thoracic cavity since I technically died on the table and my brain started liquefaction. The eyes were my design but technically the surgery was done by someone else since I couldn't see myself removing my eyes." He chuckled at his joke before shrugging. "I've got a lot of plans in store. Lots of schematics and designs that are all up here." He tapped the side of his head, producing a metallic clank in the process. "Ceramic reinforced aluminum if you're wondering." "So what about you, Madam Fox?" He blinked a few times. "Right, introductions. I'm Mark, or Mary depending on what equipment I'm currently stuck with. Mostly Mark since Mary has a set of lethal curves." Not to mention a spot on the local wanted list and a criminal record. "What about you? What's your story?" |
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| Steel Cerberus | Mar 8 2015, 06:37 PM Post #7 |
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Eisen listened to him explain, her expression betraying nothing of what she was thinking. What he was saying was true, she wasn't really going to question that with all the proof, and she found the whole thing absolutely fascinating. The concept of immortality had never crossed her mind before she had actually gotten it, but now that she had it, the whole thing was fascinating. And he did all this to himself. She couldn't even imagine doing that to herself. He was immortal like her, but by a completely opposite means. Science instead of magic. A really tiny part of her wondered what it would be like to rip him apart and inspect the pieces for herself. "Eisen," the woman said simply. For a split second, she had nearly given him a fake name, but decided against it. There was no intention for her to answer his other questions though, so instead she posed one of her own, "So what haven't you replaced, then?" |
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| Lonile | Mar 23 2015, 09:10 AM Post #8 |
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Mark held up a finger as he began to speak before frowning and counting off fingers. "That depends on what you're asking about. Weight wise we've got the brain at three pounds, the spleen and heart together at a pound, three pounds for the lungs, around three pints of blood at about 3 pounds, diaphragm muscles and ribs at let's say around fifteen to twenty, didn't weigh those.... Cerebrospinal fluid, oh that's part of brain mass. Huh." He tapped the side of his head distractedly. "Further additions to the cranial region; eyes, bone, hearing; for another two pounds. That makes roughly 30 pounds which is only 15% of bodily mass, which is a bit of a misnomer considering I've added roughly fifty pounds of weight if we take into account the gem and the cranial CPU. which makes the replacement parts take up 23% of my current mass." He returned his finger counting to zero and started counting again. "If we're going by volume we've got a much different situation, the chest cavity itself is roughly twenty five percent when you consider lung expansion so.... I'm babbling aren't I." He shrugged and looked backup at his companion. "I still need to replace most of my lower organs and replacing bones is going to be a bit difficult until I figure out how to replace my blood properly." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Mar 24 2015, 09:37 PM Post #9 |
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Eisen listened to him ramble quietly, her expression not changing at all. It wouldn't be difficult to think she was bored, but... (Damn this guy is smart. Like... books and science smart.) she thought, a hint of a weird feeling in her chest. Like she was... impressed, almost? It wasn't a feeling she was familiar with. (I don't think I've ever met anyone as... academically intelligent as you. Wonder how clever you are, though...) Bunker and Coyote looked at each other at some point while Mark was rambling, most of what he was saying flying right over their heads. "This guy's weird." Coyote shook his head and fluttered back into the air, mostly to find Scout. The furret had disappeared further down the beach in search of more food to steal, and Coyote kind of wanted to make sure she didn't get into anymore trouble. "I don't get it," Bunker muttered, standing up and trotting after them too, leaving the trickster woman and the science dude to talk. Eisen inclined her head slightly when he realized he was rambling a little, and actually laughed when he continued. "Why would you replace the lower organs... those are the important ones." At least important as far as she was concerned. |
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| Lonile | Mar 25 2015, 06:50 AM Post #10 |
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Mark smirked at Eisen's question before answering. "Most people would think that. The thing is that while you need the lower organs to live, you need the higher organs to survive if you catch my meaning." He held his hands up as if weighing two objects. "If you completely remove your stomach, liver, intestines, etc. you'll be able to survive for a few days before your body shuts down from dehydration. Leaving the small intestine connected to the esophagus and hydrating the body regularly you can survive for a few weeks before your body finally consumes enough of your body mass to cause problems up to months or years if you drink a protein slurry instead of pure water and minimize physical activity when possible. Although you're not, biologically speaking, a living thing at this point." He shrugged and lowered his right hand. "On the other hand if you remove the higher organs you will die within minutes if you don't insert some kind of replacement, something that is not strictly necessary for the lower organs. Damage to the heart or brain are quickly fatal while lung injuries have you body rely on the redundancy of the organ in question." "Clearly, from that way of thinking, the higher organs are essential to survive in the short term but the others are necessary for continued existence." He inclined his head towards his companion. "I don't have any idea if you've considered it but if you can transform yourself it has a multitude of combat applications which, I'll be honest, gives me chills." He pointed at her stomach with a smile. "Getting stabbed in the abdomen, or taking blunt force trauma in the area causes all kinds of problems. Internal bleeding; a general organ injury which clots slowly due to a lack of oxygen and fills the body cavity with blood; perforation of the stomach; which adds release of partially digested food as well as stomach acid which will quite literally begin to eat you from the inside; perforation of the intestines which releases sewage into your body as well as the multitude of bacterial species which inhabit your intestines... You get the basic idea. Temporarily replacing everything below the diaphragm with either high density energy medium, such as glucose, water storage via vacuole like structures, and some redundancies for essential organs like the heart you will increase your survivability tenfold. Increasing your rate of oxygen absorption and the efficiency of your heart will reduce lactic acid buildup which will let you work at peak strength for a longer period of time though it will increase your energy use rate. " He'd pointed towards the general location of each of her organs as he spoke until finally dropping his arm. "Organ removal or redundancy is an amazing thing to have if you're thinking about combat. In fact the only organs I wouldn't consider toying with in that regard are the brain and skin, the first because messing with your brain is just asking for a disaster" He ignored the irony of the statement "and it's hard to build further redundancy into the skin than it already has." Picking up his cane again he drew a series of shapes on the ground. "The other aspect of shapeshifting that is positively awe inspiring is if it's possible to modify your body on the fly in combat. I'd half expect you need to concentrate to change shapes but if not being able to modify your limbs into weapons, add poison or venom, vary your number of limbs or muscle density, increase or decrease the structure of your skin, or mimic non-organic materials such as metals as necessary in combat would be awe inspiring to witness. You could quite literally become the perfect predator for any prey." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Mar 25 2015, 08:46 PM Post #11 |
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(And my dick joke flew right over his head. Real smart, likely not that clever.) Still, Eisen listened. Mark had obviously given this a nearly excessive amount of thought and research... not surprising, considering what he was doing. Knowing every aspect, every angle of that kind of delicate work... he had to, to still be alive, didn't he? This was all certainly crap Eisen had never given a second thought to. (It's all things I really don't need to think about,) she thought distantly while he pointed at her, pointing out all the flaws of the guts. All of it, to her, was simply bypassed by the fact that she knew she could simply repair anything that happened, as long as she was paying enough attention. And could concentrate enough. Eisen looked up from watching Mark draw in the sand, and tilted her head slightly. "I'm definitely not the fighting type, and I try to avoid it when I can," she admitted, though she did file away the 'perfect predator for every prey' line because she liked it. |
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| Lonile | Mar 28 2015, 10:24 AM Post #12 |
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"Well of course you're not the fighting type. Zorua is dar-" Mark shut his eyes and started to rub his temples. "Right. Give me a second to work this out. Are you a pokemon who turns into a person, a person who turns into a pokemon, or something else because I just gave myself an instant headache." Collapsing down into his lawn chair again, to a threatening squeak, he pulled a couple of pokeballs out of his bag and released their occupants into the nearby sand. A skull clad ghost and an oversized seahorse materialized shortly afterwards, with the seahorse immediately beginning to flop around in a circle on its side in the dry sand. "Aveta, stop that. We both know that you're fine." The Kingdra slowly rose onto its tail and glared at him before rolling in the sand some more. "Fine, be that way" He mumbled before looking to the other. "Zeru, I want you to find the nearest breakfast place and give them this-" He quickly scribbled out a request for four eggs, bacon, and breakfast potatoes before handing the paper to Eisen. "You want anything?" When the note was finished he handed it and a wad of cash to the ghost before waving her on her way. "Aveta, stop that you look ridiculous." The seahorse had by this point completely submerged herself except for her head, which was half covered in seaweed, and had proceeded to dig a moat with her snout which she was now filling with red ink. "Since when can you- Whatever, I forgot what I wanted to ask you anyway." |
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| Steel Cerberus | Mar 28 2015, 02:10 PM Post #13 |
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Eisen smiled slowly when Mark's thoughts seemed to come to a full and complete stop when he switched from science back to magic, mostly because she knew he was mostly wrong with two of the three assumptions he was having. She let herself smirk a little while he sat back down, but took an interest in his pokemon when they came out. The ghost she sidestepped away from, if it was anywhere near her, feeling the hairs on her neck prickle. The seahorse she frowned at, wondering why it didn't just... not flop around. Goblin, her sharpedo, tended to just float a little above the ground, like he was swimming in the air. Weird. "You paying?" she asked when the paper was handed off to her. When he confirmed the affirmative, she scribbled an order or eggs and sausage and toast onto it before handing it back. She was a little glad to see the ghost go, and turned back to look at the seahorse. "Are you sure she's alright?" she crouched down to Aveta's level, tilting her head. "You were asking me the exact nature of my shapeshifting, which I can easily say is 'something else'. I'm fairly sure the origins of my shapeshifting lie beyond this world, but I've been human a majority of my life. So I guess I'm a person who turns into whatever the fuck I want." |
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| Lonile | Jul 2 2015, 07:12 PM Post #14 |
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Mark eyed the dragon pokemon with a wary eye before shrugging. "She gets bored sometimes because I don't use her as often as either of us would like since she's the most powerful pokemon on my team. I tend to hold her in reserve in case something happens." The seahorse looked up into Eisen's face and closed her eyes before waggling her head in a happy motion and firing an aurora beam into the red tinted moat around her head, creating a dome of blood tinted ice in the sand that covered her completely. "She spent a long time in the adoption agency before I picked her up so she gets a little stir crazy and just..." He leaned over and carefully lifted up the opaque ice structure to reveal a distinct lack of Kingdra. "Huh." With a shrug he dropped the hemisphere and shook his head. "Weird. Anyway, she gets bored and does stuff to amuse herself if we're not in combat and it's been a while since she's been out." He motioned to the other battered deck chair and offered the shapeshifter one of his lukewarm beers while he mulled over her statement. "Right now something being from beyond this world has a whole set of possibilities that I don't even want to think of right now. There's the physical, the metaphysical, and the mystical to start with and I'm not even sure I want to try and pick apart the nature of your capabilities... Sometimes mysteries or wonders are better left unexplored." He picked up the empty fry dish and poured his last remaining beer out into it before putting in the sand and nodding at Coyote. "So instead I will simply ask you your favorite pokemon and try to remember if there are any liquor stores open at- 8:07 AM?" Frowning, he held up his left hand and stared at it while his right hand seemed to randomly twitch. "Oh, clock reset after I fell off the dock last night. It's only 7:15" |
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| Steel Cerberus | Jul 11 2015, 06:25 PM Post #15 |
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Eisen watched the exchange with the seahorse with a raised eyebrow and nothing more, though she understood at least part of the sentiment. For the longest time, Bunker had been the highest leveled pokemon she owned, and she had operated the same way. At least Bunker had never gotten bored easily. Maybe because he'd had all his fun and adventure with Jolt, who knows. She lowered herself down onto the other chair, and took the beer. (Shame I can't frost this thing over,) she thought, remembering the last time she had tried. Sure, she could make things hot, and set them on fire... but not cold. (Eh, what stupid fuck would want ice powers anyway.) Her pokemon had left to go further down the beach, where Scout appeared to have tipped over a garbage can and was throwing its non-edible contents everywhere. Eisen saw Mark pour the beer into the dish and look around for her pokemon, "None of them drink; I had a buizel who did once, but he's long gone by now." She took a sip of beer while Mark re-calibrated his time, not batting an eye at it. Well, not completely. "You fell off the dock?" |
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| Lonile | Oct 27 2015, 07:08 PM Post #16 |
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"Yeah, all the livestock back at my parents' were perfectly willing to drink beer whenever it was offered." He left the beer on the ground, partially in the hope the kingdra would return for it, and leaned back as he considered his response. A few more twitches of his pinkie finished his reset before he finally spoke. "I had- have been drinking since about seven yesterday. Twelve hours now. Anyway, around eleven I was down thataways-" He gestured down the boardwalk towards a large pier "where there were these girls dancing on the bar. There was some contest where the 'best' dancer would get a gift card." He took a pull of his beer, coughing as he breathed in some of it. "So there are these girls up on the bar covered in water, drunk off their asses and basically baring everything and this guy who has been leering at them decides that he wants that he wants to get his hands on one of the girls. I pull him back when nobody else seems to care and he decides to take a few swings at me. He catches me in the face and I retaliate without thinking, sucker-punching him, and he ends up throwing up. Before he can get his breath back, the bouncers drag both of us out and leave us on the boardwalk for the Jennys to pick up. I'm not really more than a little bit buzzed so I pick myself up and wander down to another bar without really thinking of it. A few hours later I'm sitting down on a bench at the end of the pier-" He pointed his beer towards the relevant point "and suddenly I feel this pain in the back of my head as I fly forward. I pick myself up and there's that asshole again holding one of those plastic cigarette disposal things and glaring at me. He's shouting at me about something but my ears are ringing so I don't really hear him. I just take my cane and smash him in the knee as hard as I can and he goes down screaming." He picked up his cane and twisted off the gem on top. "I had a fire gem installed in this thing at the time, so I kick him in the jaw and set him on fire when I hear the sirens getting closer and jump off the dock before the police got there. I swam ashore about a mile from here and wandered into another bar and promptly forgot about the incident." He shrugged as he reattached the gem and finished his beer before tossing it into the sand. Reaching behind him, he intercepted the floating bag of food as the ghost pokemon approached and popped open the styrofoam containers before handing Eisen her order. |
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| Steel Cerberus | Nov 11 2015, 07:23 PM Post #17 |
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The beer wasn't particularly good, but Eisen still found herself drinking it anyway out of habit of it simply being in her hand. None of her pokemon had ever even shown an interest in drinking; she knew that Coyote wasn't fond of it though, especially when Eisen was the one doing it. But, the bird was down the beach, and Eisen liked to think they'd long passed the point of him keeping an eye on her. Mark's story passed by with Eisen only raising her eyebrow a little bit in the middle somewhere, otherwise the descriptions of violence didn't get any kind of reaction. He secretly earned a few points of something like respect at the story, though. Still, she only initially made a noncommittal kind of noise as he finished the tale, and their food arrived. She was pleased to see that the portions were generous, though the toast was a little soggy from the steam. She reached over to grab a plastic fork and prod at the sausages before she responded more. "...is there any particular reason you feel the need to drink for twelve hours straight?" Eisen asked, not betraying the fact that she was genuinely interested in the answer, and instead continuing to seem semi-detached from the whole thing. |
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| Lonile | Jan 17 2016, 03:48 PM Post #18 |
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Mark speared one of the eggs and popped it into his mouth. "Oh! Hot!" He waved at his mouth to cool it down a bit before continuing. "To be perfectly honest, I wanted to see if I could. How well can I do without sleep and how well do I filter alcohol and other toxins since I kind of forgot to replace my liver and the ghost... ate the original. Call it a stress test of the new body. Also wanted to see if I can actually get drunk since I have no grey matter to actually fuck up at this point." He ate another two eggs as he looked at where he'd recently set down his beer trying to find out when it had vanished. "Thing is I used to really dislike eggs, so this is kinda strange." He fished around in the sand with one hand and managed to fish the empty bottle from its earthen grave. "Little shit;" he murmured. |
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