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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 11:10 am
This was all very thrilling. Steele was feeling very good about himself, mostly because this woman had chosen him to be her latest recruit, and, well, while he couldn't blame her because he was, in fact, pretty damn amazing, there was something very satisfying about this whole situation.
He waited, mostly patiently, his phone still out - just in case of spare Charmanders - looking the very picture of a confident, well-tailored man in his early thirties late twenties, dressed up and proper and damn good looking. He wondered if he was making a mistake, doing this.
He wondered if there were others being recruited in this exact moment.
He wondered if there were more hot babes on the other side of the contract.
He wondered if he could catch enough Charmanders to make himself a Charizard.
They were eventually joined by....well. He had a hard enough time dealing with Nora's oddities, these two were just the epitome of oddities. A man with a hooded, dangerous look to him who had possibly eaten too many insects as a child, and a tall, willowy figure in shades of bright colors, red like blood.
Steele eyed them both suspiciously, though with less fear than he would have normally felt, if only because he was currently suppressing all of his what the ******** ********> beneath the desire for more power to do things of his own accord.
Turn on the schmooze, Eugene.
Steele's smile was razor thin, sharp and deliberate.
"More power, of course," he said easily, confidently. "Strength."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 9:25 pm
The corrupt grinned as Pyro arrived on the scene, and her eyes flicked over to the Machine as they promptly appeared not too long after. Her expression lit up at the sight of the other corrupt, but she addressed the Snake General first. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can stick your hand into my chest later." Because she was a hot babe. She moved behind the young man to slide over next to Haüyne as they approached her. The corrupt paused, stared at them, and then slowly started to slide her coat and undershirt off. She let it slide until one of her bare shoulders was exposed, and then paused once more. " Oh. Not that skin." She grinned again, shrugged her coat back into it's rightful place, and then enthusiastically returned the high five. When she heard the satisfying slap sound of a high five well returned, she moved to stand next to the other corrupt. Stillwaterite leaned to whisper to them: " And he's in it for the pogies. You know, PoGo. He really wants to catch a Charmander. It's how I got him. I promised him a Charmander."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 11:09 pm
Pyrophanite could practically feel some kind of like creeper ooze exuded from the man, but since he couldn't rely on facial expressions to tell him what the man looked like with his response, his head turned to his partner.
"It really upsets me that I can't see the skin she showed off." Pyro whined a bit, and then jerked his head, "I can't tell what he looks like, He's in a suit right?" If that's what could be gleaned from Haüyne's words.
"Why's he good for the negaverse Still? Why do you want him?" Pyro waved his hand around, he didn't just want to willy nilly his first corruption.
"Power's like the oldest thing in the book. We're modern now, dude?" Pyro's attention reverted back. "Why? Why do you want it? What are you gonna do with it?" He crossed his arms. Natron had asked him the same thing once upon a time and Pyro answered that he wanted to make his old gangs pay.
Who knew that in the end, he'd be the one struggling with a youma inside him and unlimited power beyond his wildest imagination.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 12:02 am
‘More Power’ was a siiiight bit different than Chamanders, and Stillz was hella more trustworthy than Swankity CrankSmile over there wearing a suit in a questionable area like he was just asking to get rolled. Gonna have a baaaaaaad awakening when he finds out running as an officer is too fast to qualify for the hatchy steps. But what Dev out there gonna tell a Fool ‘e foolin’ before the contracts signed. Hope he’s more useful once he’s out of the suit. “Stiiiilllllllllllz on the waaaaaater, finding us dis guy. “ The deep purple tune came crooned congratulatory. Then the corrupted whispered back to compatriot, “Real Kingdom for his horse, with a deal like that..way to negotiate in your favor! Hey, antiques malls got bargains that shine up spiffy. Looks like the sort filing pencils downtown and bringing coffee to the real desk jockeys. Where’s even his Benz, amiright? Was it longwinded to seal the deal? “ “YEAH, HE’S A BRIEFCASE! “ Machine announced to pretty much the whole block, Bus included. “Macy’s kind, not the Oliver Spencer kind. “
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:04 pm
Steele was momentarily annoyed that his reasoning had been shot down so abruptly. He gathered himself back up quickly, adopting the white, toothy smile he so often used on all of his clients, slapping it back across his face where it belonged.
He was good at this, and he knew it. Schmoozing and talking his way into and out of things was his entire career, and in spite of his nonsensical attitude towards literally everything else in the world, this was what he was good at: taking any situation he was in and putting it to his advantage.
That was not going to change here, or his name wasn't Steele Moore.
Which it wasn't. But that was beside the point.
"What's wrong with power?" Steele asked lazily. "I want it because I want it. Because I like having nice things, and power is a very nice thing, and I'd like to have it. I'm a collector of nice things. Power can help me continue on my quest." Not his Pokemon quest, though that did count.
The smile turned almost imperceptibly sharp around the edges. Steele's eyes were narrowed now, losing some of the lackadaisical attitude they'd had before, something granite and hard in the bright blue of them.
"I never had much in the way of strength, you see. But I'm better than all of them who said I couldn't, and who said I couldn't be where I am, and now look at them and look at me. It all comes down to superiority and talented, and that's where they lack and I thrive."
The comment about him being a briefcase made his gaze flicker towards the senshi, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.
"Briefcases hold important things, after all," said Steele coolly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:50 pm
"Oh, it was pretty short, actually." Still whispered back, and grinned a bit. "But a Royce would be better, wouldn't it?" The corrupt's eyes then widened briefly as Machine announced to the entire block what Steele was. Her ear was ringing. Wow. It was ringing. She couldn't help but give a short breathy laugh, sticking a finger into her ear briefly and then resting the hand on her hip. "Aww, come on, Pyro~" She called to the General. "If you want to question my recruit decisions, let's talk about how you under utilize Harmotome and have her only get cheetohs." She grinned at the tease. "You trust me, don't you? I found him, and I saw potential." That was true. Part of her was also curious, and a part of her was also running this as an impromptu experiment with him. "Plus he's willing, and is firm in his decisions. He'll be a great asset, and I'm eager to train him." Plus the suit had to mean something. Some kind of good connections that would benefit the Negaverse, right? They'd see.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:58 pm
Pyro hummed thoughtfully and then shrugged. "Nothings wrong with power." The snake boy grinned, "But I was hoping that you'd be unique. Everyone wants power for something. Metallia offers that. Since Still gave you the whole spiel anyways...."
Pyro didn't give the man much room as his hand immediately dug into his chest, gripping the starseed with an almost gentle caress much different then his forceful entry. "Relax." He told the man, "Deep breaths. Don't scream." He covered the mans mouth just in case, because inserting chaos into a starseed was something that was new to the general.
He focused, "You're going to thrive all right buddy." He looked Steele directly in the eyes, so that the man could see the snake like slits and the scales that mottled it. "Whether you become a monster or not is up to you....and Still."
He took his own deep breath and started to shove the chaos into the man.
"Hauyne." He called out to his friend, "Still. I need you to hold him up so I can finish." He'd at least give Steele the dignity of standing after the corruption. Natron had not done the same.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2018 8:44 am
Cheetohs….man. Man they should all get some cheetohs ASAP after this, whether from, with, or without Harmotome in tow. Or Tacos. Or both. Dorilocos could have cheetos in them, right? Not in an autocracy; jokes on you boyoooooo. Haüyne chuckled unfeelingly at the assertion the skivvy tried to insist upon. But this bus was leaving the station. The corrupted moved seamlessly around to dudefella’s left side in order to catch his armpit steady while his starseed went wooow-wowow-woooowwwwwwow. Things always turned out better if Generals weren’t forced by gravity to perform a starseed removal they’d never intended to make. “Everybody huuuuuuuuurrrrrts sometiiiiiiiimes, “ the corrupted crooned.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:27 pm
What the ******** was not normally one to swear, mostly because he had an image to maintain that involved a lot of acting saintly in front of potential clients - but as the snake-guy's hand sunk deep into his chest, Steele thought he might break this particular rule of his because seriously - what the ******** didn't scream, however much he was inclined to. He did, however, let out a startled yelp of mingled pain and surprise, the sound muffled by the hand over his mouth, which in and of itself was an indignation. He was a lawyer for Pete's sake; didn't he deserve some sort of special treatment?
The man's eyes were two glowing pits in his face, scaly skin and narrow slits for pupils. Steele felt his heart seize, a sudden fear gripping at him, and felt the hand of the brightly colored one grasping at his upper arm to keep him steady. Behind the snake, the one called Still was watching him, her expression keen, and Steele was reminded that this was possibly a bad idea.
Except he wanted this. Except he remembered all of those times that people had told him that he wasn't capable of anything. He remembered all of those spewed words in his direction, taunting him, mocking him, claiming he was going to wind up serving pizza at a local diner or something else mundane and pathetic.
I'll show them, Steele thought.
I'll show them all.
And slowly, steadily, the magic swept through him, Chaos pulsing into him, until at last -
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 9:43 pm
I need you to hold him up so I can finish."That's what she said, Pyro!" How could she resist. It was the perfect opening. She was feeling rather proud of herself for that one, but she shelved the satisfaction for now to focus on the task at hand. There it was. A legit genuine corruption right in front of her eyes. It was rather fascinating really, but something about seeing Pyro's hand deep in Steele's chest made her own ache. At the General's call, the corrupt ghosted after Machine, and took up supporting the man on his right. The transformation was something. It really was. She gasped in delight as the glamour of chaos took over Steele. Of course, he was dressed in a rather fine and sharp looking suit as well and on her mental radar, a new signature sprung forth. It worked! He had made it through just fine! She patted the lieutenant's back. "You did great!" She beamed at him. "It'll feel better in no time, especially once my friend gets his hand out of your chest!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 6:19 pm
The snake wanted to curl and take and even though he shoved Chaos into the man, the snake like general did not feel satisfied by it. He shoved more and more and more and more, a grin spreading as if the snake boy would be over taken before his hand was out and there stood a lieutenant.
There was a deep breath from Pyro.
"I need to hunt." Alabaster was left for Still to deal with, as he took more steps back. "Enjoy the new life suits. Don't disappoint one of my best girls." He was trying to make it seem normal, but he was scratching at his throat.
He was hungry for starseeds.
"Hauyne. Food." He didn't bark at his friend, but it was said a firm decision. "Lets leave the new shiny briefcase with our little corrupt friend so she can teach him some ropes or something."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 1:47 am
“Gotta learn to rig the sails and yo-ho-ho. Sea shanties don’t sing themselves, right? STILLZ, have a merry time, eh? A MARITIME?” Daggered wrist waved bright in the dull of the cityscape. "See ya 'round, briefcase!" “ ~ A night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm ~” The song crooned out in a solid alto before cadence returned to speech, “Foodo, Friendo, is righton. I was just scopin’ before our rodeo here. Found some first rate sauce and Big-Q’s where even you’re gonna be looking to icicle your insides. The good stuff.” ‘Hunt’ isn’t for food. What do you mean hunt and need. Food is easy to find. What do you mean.
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