The Sharpest Lives [Lydian]

[Akira Naozumi]

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After a long day, to be honest, he was rather tired - having to keep up with the demands of the customers, running back and forth between the kitchen and the tables to keep everyone happy... and cooking on the side, as there were a few customers who requested him to cook whenever they visited. While it was stressful to the silver-haired teen, he didn't mind it, as they usually tipped him pretty nicely when he cooked. Even though the boy didn't need to work, having taken enough money from the head of epispect, his father, when he ran away to support himself for the majority of his life... he didn't want to live a wealthy life... nor did he want to sit around and do nothing - a job was the perfect solution. Though sometimes he cursed it. Slouching down on the large Absol's back, he sighed, enjoying the feel of her soft fur against his cheek, cool to the touch in the night air. The boy had removed his work uniform, wearing his normal boots that laced up the front, a pair of tight black jeans tucked into them with a fitting turtle kneck tanktop, tucked away into his jeans, the hem hidden under a black and white checkered belt. And... of course... the boy wore the white gloves he always did to hide away the secrets underneath from the world. In response to her human's exhausted sounds, his weight comfortable on her back, she purred softly, keeping her steps smooth as she moved so not to disturb Akira. Occasionally she glanced over at the Houndoom that pranced by her side, a prized stick he had found along the way grasped tightly in his maw - happy as punch to be out of his ball after being tucked away all day. Here and there, the boy gripped Kana's fur and leaned over her side to reach for the stick the Houndoom held between his fangs, pulling it up to toss it for the canine, smiling as he ran off to fetch it and bring it back, stubby tail wagging happily. "Do we want to stay here for a little bit before we go home...? It is a nice night..." He asked his pokemon, figuring spending a little time at the park with his pokemon would be no big deal, having done it before... besides, they could protect him if an Epispect member came along, wanting to take him back to his father... he felt relatively safe. Humming, Kana nodded, trotting over to a small clearing to lay down, allowing Akira to slide from her back and sink into the grass, slightly wet from the rain that had passed through earlier that day. The clouds were long gone now, the full moon high in the sky, stars dotting around it, drawing Akira's attention. The Houndour came up, begging to have his stick thrown again, delighted as his wishes were filled, the stick soaring through the air, only to either be caught or picked up as soon as it hit the ground and brought back to Akira once more. We'll go home after we rest a bit... enjoy the time." He spoke quietly, laying down in the grass next to the Absol, staring up at the sky, the Houndour haivng chosen a spot close by to lay and chew on the stick. [/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; background-color: #133f5e; opacity: 0.9; padding: 5px; color: #ffffff; margin-bottom: 10px;]TAGS;; Lydian NOTES;; Fighting tiem :U CREDITS;; Ryuujin [/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian knew he had a habit of sleeping in places he knew he really shouldn't. First the tumble-down heap of tinder that passed for a theater, and now a huge-ass dead tree in the middle of a park on a branch that creaked and groaned at every breath of wind, protesting the requirement of having being forced to bear the Houndoom Gijinka. It wasn't his fault he got kicked out of the theater. It really wasn't. It was the fault of that dumb-ass usher who just had to see Lancelot wandering around and scare the poor thing and cause him to run to the Dark-Type Trainer in alarm. The usher had insisted that he put Lancelot away even though the little Pawniard wasn't doing anything harmful, and Lydian had just... lost his temper. That wouldn't have been a bad thing, he usually wasn't too bad at not using his Fire abilities when he didn't have to. No, the real problem came in when his control slipped for the smallest moment and his powers caused fire to climb up his arms almost all the way to his shoulders. He then got kicked out of the theater because apparently he was a "fire hazard" and "likely to kill everyone" even if he hadn't used his Flamethrower yet. The prick. Lydian had enjoyed kicking the guy in the balls. He'd enjoyed it a lot. The ass deserved it for what he had done to Lancelot. And for kicking Lydian out onto the streets. He was just lucky he had good enough balance to be able to sleep on a tree branch without falling off. And that was how he got to be where he was now, snoozing on a whitened tree branch with his head pillowed by a balled up black jacket, a leather one he'd swiped from the theater from a patron who had left it behind. Even in his sleep, he looked fierce.


Not fierce enough, apparently, to resist the efforts of a random Pidgey to the face. He growled as he awoke, roaring in indignation and only keeping from hurting the poor bird Pokemon because he was too off-kilter to figure out what attack he wanted to use before, his eyes widening in alarm at the moment where he realized that he had no balance and was going to fall, he plummeted off of the branch he had planted his ass on. Landing heavily on said ass, his dark gaze whipped around the surroundings until he found the source of his problem, the little Pawniard he had rescued all those months ago in the city. Minded, he didn't regret taking in Lancelot, not for a moment - the Pokemon was a welcome, caring companion, the kind he had not had in his life for nigh on a year now - but sometimes the irritable Gijinka managed to forget such feelings, especially when the Pawniard had just caused him some kind of ill. "Lancelot..." he growled, "Get your ass over here. Now."

Now if there was one thing Lancelot was not, it was stupid. "Pawniarrrdddddddd!" the little Pokemon squealed, running away from his master as fast as he could, not particularly wanting to be on the end of one of those nasty Flamethrowers his master could summon up.

"Get your ass back here, Lancelot!" the Houndoom Gijinka yelled, chasing after him. "I'm going to turn you into scrap metal, you little fucker!" Still, his ire at Lancelot cooled slightly when he saw the Houndour running around with a stick. It was his lucky day! Smirking confidently, he began stalking it, fully intending to take it as his own, when he paused, snarling softly under his breath from the bushes when he saw the Pokemon bounce back to a white-haired boy leaning against a fucking shiny Absol. In that moment, all of Lydian's frustrations came forward into his mind. He wanted to kill something, and he wanted to do it now. Using every inch of practice that he could, he smoothed back the ire, sauntering forward and calling for Lancelot, putting every effort into sounding like he was just looking for his lost Pokemon. Using that stealthy manner, he slowly made his way over to the boy until he was close enough to approach... and then he struck. "Faint Attack," he growled as he moved, and sure enough, shadows trailed his fist as he rammed it into the boy's stomach in a vicious sucker punch.

OOC:
... Wow, Lydi sure is turning violent on me. Just a note that I do not encourage or endorse any of Lydian's actions in this or any thread and that the narration of his actions is tainted with his own opinions and should not be taken as a statement of my own viewpoints or opinions.

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Lancelot

[Akira Naozumi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Dark_BG.png); -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;] [STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; margin-top: 10px; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Allen%20Icons/1174470621.png);][/style][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 35px; float: left; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Allen%20Icons/1174470621.png);][/style][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; float:right; margin-top: -110px; margin-right: 35px; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Allen%20Icons/1174470621.png);][/style] [STYLE= margin-top: -28px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial black; font-size: 34px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #022d4f; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: -2px 0 #000000, 0 2px #000000, 2px 0 #000000, 0 -2px #000000; font-weight: bold]shot in the dark[/style][STYLE= margin-top: -17px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 13px; color: #95a1aa; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000;]What did they aim for when they missed your heart[/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: #525C65; opacity: 0.9; padding: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px;]The park remained silent as Akira reclined in the grass, enjoying the cool feeling against his skin, the occasional breeze cooling things further. Akira enjoyed cooler weather, hell, he even enjoyed remotely cold weather. Behind him, Kana stretched her forepaws out, clawing at the damp earth below them, rolling her shoulders - she was too big to fit in the majority of Akira's home, and between him being at home and work, she rarely got the chance to actually stretch like this - it was an opportunity she would never pass up. Especially if she could do it with her human, who she rarely saw as relaxed as this it made her happy as well. Off in the distance, Akira heard and felt a disturbance and, for a moment, leaned up to glance in the direction it was coming from. Whoever it was, the presence didn't feel nor sound friendly... in fact, it appeared to be rather angry... but the boy figured, if he kept his nose where it belonged and stayed where he was, he'd stay out of harm's way, finish enjoying the night and head home. Closing his eyes once more, the silver-haired teen allowed himself to rest back in the grass with a sigh, basking in the moonlight. However... the commotion got louder before stopping, causing Kana to raise her head, staring in the drection it came from, a deep, rolling growl falling from her maw. She didn't like the presence of the boy that was heading their way, and her eyes narrowed at him as he walked closer, though the teen at her side didn't need her warning to know he was approaching - he felt the other man. Shifting once more, Akira pushed himself into a sitting position, eying Lydian warily. This was the same presence he felt before... the same emotion was held within the other male. Silver eyes narrowed as he walked closer, his intent hidden well on his face... but not in his mind... the malicious feeling sending a shiver down Akira's spine. He knew this was trouble. As the younger of the two boys called out his attack, throwing a punch toward him, Akira barely had the time to pull up a protect to shield himself, blocking off the attack with a surprised gasp. Behind him, Kana released a loud, distressed sound at the sight of her human being attacked and immediately formed a retaliation, a shadow ball forming before her mouth. However, she cut her attack off as Akira rose a hand before her, shaking his head "Stay out of this for now..." While Kana didn't like these words, she obeyed, growing and claring at Lydian. "Listen... I don't know what I did to you, but this is your chance to go without repercussions for your actions..." Akira warned, his eyes glowing slightly with preperations for his next move incase if this boy chose not to leave and attack again. "Leave or regret it..." [/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; background-color: #133f5e; opacity: 0.9; padding: 5px; color: #ffffff; margin-bottom: 10px;]TAGS;; Lydian NOTES;; Akira a sneaky bitch CREDITS;; Ryuujin [/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian held back a snarl when his fist hit an impenetrable wall. He hated Protect. It was fucking cheating. There he was, throwing a perfect Faint Attack, and because of a stupid Protect, he got nothing. His lip curled back and he jerked his hand back, barely holding back a growl from escaping his throat. He didn't flinch at the sound of the howl from the Absol, but something else happened. In that moment, Lancelot let out a little cry, darting out of the bushes with a few loose twigs and leaves on him. "Pawniard!" he proclaimed, scrambling to Lydian's side and then past it, his body in a hunter's crouch with one of his swords held before him and glowing in a manner that Lydian vaguely recognized as preparation for Brick Break. For all the trouble Lancelot would give him, the little Pawniard was smarter than most would think. He knew what moves were best in what situations, better than Lydian did sometimes. Lancelot was a survivor, like Lydian, but Lancelot was more tactical than Lydian was. Lydian was just a fighter, a warrior, but Lancelot thought about his moves before he made them. He was good at that. Lydian... Lydian was prone to jumping in. Like he had just now.

"Stand down, Lancelot," he spat out, a growl to his tone. "It's not worth it." The little Pawniard merely turned to look at him and, after a long moment, nodded, the glow fading as he dropped the sword to his side. "C'mon, Lancelot, let's go. We have better things to do than indulge such pricks." Lancelot looked at him suspiciously, but nonetheless, the little Pokemon retreated to his side obediently. For a moment, Lydian considered putting Lancelot away in his Pokeball, but then he dismissed it. From the way that Absol had reacted, he might end up needing Lancelot to keep himself safe from facing two foes at once. He turned his back as if to walk away...

... and kept right on turning. He spun around on his heel, pulling on every little inch of inner fire that he had for a single massive blast to spring up around the other male, a blast he did not announce until it was already springing into being. "Inferno!" he yelled in a cold voice, but he'd been pushed down a slope now, he couldn't just stop there. He couldn't. He had been pushed down a slope and his powers were flaring and inside of him, the Houndoom he had been joined with was roaring in anger, clawing at the cage he had to keep it inside to keep him from turning into a complete animal. It would come out sometimes. This was one of those times where it was off the leash.

OOC:
... Lydian's getting aggressive on me. >.> And I'm in shock, I got close to that post level. I totally thought I was gonna disappoint myself...

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Lancelot