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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 29, 2012 10:50:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
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NOTES Getting better...[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Was his face so easy to read? Ciaran hadn't though so. Or perhaps Noah was just used to a story like that one being met with with doubt. Ciaran suspected the latter. He was very good at keeping what he was feeling inside, on the inside, after all. Many years of practice. "She is quite beautiful," The Gijinka agreed honestly with a smile. If all Drifloon were as gentle as that one appeared to be, he might have to consider looking into finding one for himself in the future. Yamask and Snorunt would both probably appreciate it.
When it became clear that he was about to meet the rest of Noah's team, Ciaran leaned forward in interest. He'd not seen all the Ghost-type Pokemon there were after all. The one called Helena was a Pokemon he'd never seen before in real life for instance. But, to his disappointment, there were no new species to be found in the final two releases of Noah's six-mon Ghost team. He leaned back, blinking in surprise as the Snorunt reacted in startled fear and rushed to hide... and froze as the Gastly rushed him without warning.
In the split second he had to react, Ciaran cursed himself viciously for being caught unaware. But Yamask hadn't been. Before the Gastly reached them, a shimmering green sphere of light snapped into place around Ciaran's body as Yamask simultaneously faded into view right over his Trainer's right shoulder, large red eyes narrowed angrily. PROTECT.
Ciaran winced slightly, his just as red eyes having adjusted to the dark too fully for the sudden light of the barrier, and eyed the other man apologetically through the shield. "I suppose you're meeting one of mine now as well. This is Yamask."
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SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 8/10 SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 8/10 SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 8/10 BAGON ~ 8/10
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 29, 2012 11:08:16 GMT -5
Downdraft ducked down a little at the compliments, bashful. She knew Monument would pay compliments to her, as would Noah, but one from a stranger... she remembered the occasional red that would paint Noah's cheeks and vaguely wished that she too could have a similar feeling. Instead, she merely let out a quiet hum of gratitude, good with her manners. She then drifted back to Noah, settling in beside him quietly and let her little string hands drift over Cleopatra quietly. She was trying to offer a little comfort, to ease the poor thing's crushing shyness to at least come out and greet the kind stranger. Grudge, hurtling towards the stranger, gasped in surprise as the green appeared around his target, finding himself unable to stop until he'd bounced right into it and ricocheted off into the darkness. The others there reacted to the sudden darkness, Noah shielding his eyes with a hand rather quickly - his shadows would have acted if he had moved an instant too slow and shielded his eyes had he not acted - while he slid his other hand into a position to cover both Downdraft and Monument from the glare. Cleopatra just let out a frightened squeak and hid more behind Noah's legs, covering her eyes with her little paws. "I'm sorry about Grudge there. He likes to cause trouble for people, but he means well." His lavender eyes then hunted through the glare until he picked out the Yamask. He was... very much at peace with Yamasks. It was likely a side effect of the Cofagrigus DNA, but nonetheless, he was thankful as it meant he didn't have to work hard to force a light smile. "Hello there. My apologies for Grudge. He wouldn't have hurt your Trainer, just maybe lick his face a little." OOC: ... Part of me finds Noah's last line funny. Grudge was probably a dog in his other life. >.> Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 29, 2012 11:50:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
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NOTES Trying to get back in the flooooow.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Ciaran felt no small amount of embarrassment himself, standing uselessly in the pool of light cast by Yamask's surprisingly powerful Protect shield. One that had bounced the poor Gastly off it into the dark and out of sight. He'd never managed one quite that strong before. It was a new ability, one that had not been practiced over much due to the energy required. "It's... not a problem."
Ciaran glanced to the side at Yamask, who still hovered protectively over his shoulder but looked to be tiring. "Yamask?" He murmured questioningly.
<< Massk. >> He didn't like it, and if he was capable of holding the shield any longer than he already had, he might have disobeyed the meaning behind his Trainer's one word question. << Yaaam. >> The shield flickered out, leaving the group in mostly dark once again. After eyeing the apologetic Noah, he turned his body to the shadow that Gastly had vanished into and watched it warily.
The Gijinka of the same species allowed himself a small sigh, and accepted the apology where his released Pokemon wouldn't. "Yamask overreacts sometimes." Although... "Wouldn't a lick from Gastly have had a chance to Paralyse me?" He knew the answer was yes of course, but did wonder what the other man would have done if Ciaran had been licked and dropped helplessly to the ground.
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SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 9/10 SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 9/10 SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 9/10 BAGON ~ 9/10
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 29, 2012 12:30:12 GMT -5
Grudge rolled over so that his mouth was down - as a floating ball, it was hard to usually tell which way was up without any indications aside from his mouth and eyes - and then floated back to a frowning Noah, who swatted at him lightly. "Behave you," the blond chided, huffing. "Attacking people is not okay. Unless they do something to deserve it. Or unless they're going to hurt someone. Then it's okay." When Grudge rolled his eyes, the Cofagrigus Gijinka swatted at him again. "I mean it. Behave. Or I'll put you back in your Pokeball." Seeing that Grudge was at least willing to listen now, he then put a hand on his hip and lifted his chin a little. "Now say you're sorry." Grudge squirmed back a little, a rebellious look on his face, but with Forlorn, Helena, and Downdraft looking at him expectantly, he couldn't back out of it. Muttering out an apology, the Gastly floated over to play with Cleopatra a little, pouting. Noah let him too, glad the pair would at least get along surprisingly well considering Grudge's prankster nature and Cleo's shy one. He then flushed a little deeper, one hand coming up to rub the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh right... I forgot that Grudge has the ability to Paralyze... I'm really sorry about that, you know?" OOC: Sorry about the wait, I wanted lunch, so MASS KUROPOST EVERYWHERE. DX Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 29, 2012 12:59:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
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NOTES Eggs are ready! And I'm ready for sleep.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]When the would be attacker reemerged from the shadows, Yamask took up the spot directly between it and his Trainer, and watched with narrowed, wary eyes until the Gastly was at a safe distance by his own Trainer's side. Only when the scolding began did Yamask turn and float back to Ciaran, who could have sworn he saw a flash of satisfaction in those bit red eyes. The Gijinka sighed, and lifted a hand to lightly pat his Pokemon on the head, making him bob in the air several times. He could hardly fault the young one for acting to protect him, especially after realizing he could have been paralyzed. He just hoped this didn't give Yamask the impression that such a reaction was the right reaction every time.
"No harm was done in the end," Ciaran lifted his shoulders in a barely visible shrug. He nodded at the Gastly, now playing harmlessly with the Snorunt. "He seems quite the entertaining handful."
<< Yaaaamask. >> His Pokemon's disagreement with that statement was loud and clear.
Ciaran glanced at his partner with a bemused expression before returning his steady gaze to Noah. "The handful on my team is a Snorunt actually." He nodded at the one Gastly then played with. "She has discovered many frustrating ways to use her ice." The corners of his mouth turned up, "I've had to give her a version of that speech a few times now." It might have been best that he left her at home, to guard the eggs she had claimed as her own the instant she laid eyes on them. [/style] |
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SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 10/10 SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 10/10 SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 10/10 BAGON ~ 10/10
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 29, 2012 13:36:35 GMT -5
Cleopatra perked up as soon as Grudge appeared in her range of sight. She toddled forward towards him, a little smile on her face. She and Grudge were a good pair, sweet together. Noah always liked pairing them, especially for training. Cleopatra's shyness was a natural counterbalance to Grudge's eagerness, so they worked well together despite the fact that the Snorunt was several levels higher than the Gastly. He stuck his tongue out and licked her, only for her to giggled softly and blow some cold air at him. Noah smiled down at their antics before he turned back to Ciaran. "Entertaining? More like troublesome. He likes moving things about on people in the apartment." Grudge paused mid-lick at that statement, though Noah didn't seem to notice. There was a good reason why he would play pranks like that on people who Noah ended up sleeping with. It was to try to make them stay behind with Noah because the Cofagrigus Gijinka deserved the chance to find someone to stay by him and make him not feel so lonely in the mornings. Noah chuckled at what Ciaran admitted. "Cleopatra here is wonderful. She's very sweet and actually pretty good and taking care of you when you have a hangover." OOC: *cough* Cleo has taken care of him when he has a hangover. In his thread with Valko, that's what happened. XD Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by secret on Jul 29, 2012 21:31:39 GMT -5
CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style] Axew || male || Rivalry || dragon || level 02 scratch || --- CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style] Eevee || male || Adaptability || normal || level 02 Helping Hand || Tackle || Tailwhip CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style] Growlithe || male || Flash Fire || fire || level 02 Bite || Roar || Body Slam CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR EGG HATCHED! [/style] Bagon || male || Rock Head || dragon || level 02 Rage || Twister || ---
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 30, 2012 7:10:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
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NOTES Meh. Not good. Not bad.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Observing Noah's Snorunt's playeful behavior with the apologetic Gastly, Ciaran thought that it and his own would get along wonderfully. Noah wouldn't appreciate it however. Ciaran's Snorunt would undoubtedly share some of her own bad habits with 'Cleo', and the poor boy would never wake up warm again. Though very careful around the eggs he'd left in her care- not that he had a choice- Ciaran's Snorunt liked to use her ice again him instead of other Pokemon. She found it absolutely hilarious.
"Move things?" Ciaran grinned in the dark, and, for the first time, relaxed enough to lean against the nearby wall. The same one that he'd found Noah smoking against. "A classical Ghost then."
How much time had passed, Ciaran wondered, since he'd first spotted the glowing embers at the end of Noah's cigarette and stopped to remark on his health. It was uncommon, the ease- for him- with which he was able to keep the conversation going. If his parents were there, seeing him act 'normal', it might have assuaged some of their worries about their son and his mental state. But then, they'd be less likely to let him go when the time eventually came that he vanished on them one day. So it was probably for the best.
"Where..." Ciaran started, a little hesitation in his tone. "Why have you captured so many Ghosts? Are you a Trainer? Do you specialize?" How was also a good question he considered asking. Ghosts were hard to find and harder to capture in his own past-life experience. [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 30, 2012 9:03:48 GMT -5
Noah chuckled. "Yeah, he moves things... and I guess he is a classical Ghost if you think about it. He moves things about to play pranks on people, and he likes eating random things to make people think they've gone missing, though if it's not food, he only ends up throwing it up later." The blond made a face. "It's not something I like cleaning up, so he's usually not allowed to pull that kind of stuff unless it's something he can eat." The urge to relight a cigarette and take a pull just for the feeling of pulling incense into his lungs... It was something that came from his Cofagrigus DNA, or at least he was pretty sure it was, but whatever it was, the urge had left him alone for the entire duration of the conversation with Ciaran, and it wasn't coming back any time soon either. He blinked at the question, turning to Ciaran quietly. "You see... it's kinda a long story... Mon was my first Pokemon, and that was a case of him appearing, settling on my head, and not leaving. From there, I bought Cleopatra from the market, got Downdraft thrown at my head, and then the rest just sort of... appeared, really. I mean, I rescued Forlorn from a bad Trainer, but that was it." He then looked away. "I think they're just attracted to me... but if you want anything more than that, you have to promise me two things." OOC: ... Only Downdraft was ever caught, not bought or gotten in a promo or trade. DX Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 31, 2012 9:27:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
WORDS 240
NOTES Written during a Level 7 migraine. Probably sucks.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Ciaran's nose wrinkled during the explanation of his Gastly's eating 'habits'. Thank goodness none of his own Pokemon had that problem. It wasn't just the disgusting mess, but the idea of 'loosing' things. He hardly needed anymore reasons to feel he was loosing his mind in his new life. The red-eyed Gijinka listened with interest as Noah briefly summarized the gathering of his team. Ghosts were drawn to him? It amused him for a moment to think that, perhaps the reason he'd gone against his usual nature and initiated conversation with the stranger was because he himself, was part Ghost, in a way.
The sudden shift into things more secret resulted in a curious tilt of Ciaran's head and a new, uncertain furrow in his brow. A promise? "A promise?" His words lacked the anxiety they had when he'd said them in his head. Yamask nevertheless sensed it, and, with a whisper, began to pace back and forth before his waist protectively.
Ciaran glanced down at the little masked Ghost and smiled at the action, giving his mask a light tap of exasperated approval. Ciaran didn't feel he was in danger; it was only a little promise, but the need of Yamask to guard him never failed to comfort the Gijinka. When he returned his gaze to Noah, he was more at ease. "I can keep secrets." Oh yes, he definitely could. "But it would depend on what the promises are regarding." [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 31, 2012 10:25:35 GMT -5
Noah stared at Ciaran for a long moment and nodded. "A promise," he repeated before he turned to look and Forlorn and Helena. The former was a good judge of a person's trustworthiness, while the latter usually knew when to best keep quiet. They both stared at him for a long moment before nodding softly. Noah then turned to look at Ciaran, wanting to judge him himself... but there would be a better judge of character he could ask. He closed his lavender eyes and breathed, focusing on it closely. In and out, in and out, he turned his mind to this until slowly, in his mind's eye, a silver and purple Cofagrigus appeared in front of his eyelids. He didn't even have to ask the Cofagrigus, it already knew what he had come there for. The Cofagrigus nodded quietly and then faded away, and Noah opened his eyes. He'd still have to be cautious, even as he felt Forlorn and Helena stick closer to him, just as protective as the Yamask was. "You have to promise me that you aren't part of Epispect or Team Rocket... and that you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you here." At his side, Forlorn and Helena stared at Ciaran with piercing eyes that almost seemed to be attempting to pry into his soul. They didn't mean any ill, no more than the Yamask did. They only wanted to protect their Trainer. They did not want to see him taken away and killed, and they would do anything to ensure that. OOC: *pets the Al softly* The post was perfectly fine. I loved it anyway! *shot* Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 31, 2012 11:44:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #494949; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px; border-left: 6px solid #333333; border-right: 6px solid #333333, bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333;][/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 80px; margin-left: -125px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; width: 100px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 220px; margin-left: -127px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #cacaca;]TAGS Ciaran & Noah
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NOTES Nothing to see here. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Promise? That he wasn't a part of Epispect, the most powerful organization in the new world, or Team Rocket? What could Noah possibly be hiding, Ciaran wondered warily. How big was it, that it would be wanted by either of them? He hadn't even been aware Team Rocket had survived the apocalypse. They must have been more secretive than they'd been in the 'old days', but then, how was it that Noah knew of the name? Even stranger.
Ciaran's own gaze, aimed at Noah, was just as piercing as the boy's Ghosts, who he ignored to study the other lightly dressed man. After a few silent moments, he sighed softly, and put his hands in his pockets uncomfortably. "I am not Epispect." What he'd learned of them, the facts and the rumors, sickened him in many cases. He would never get involved with them. "Nor Team Rocket." Were they the same as they had been before? He'd have to look into that, if only to sate his curiosity. "However... if it is that important, that they not know, then you should not be telling me."
Yamask was gently guided out of the way by a hand Ciaran pulled from his right pocket, and then he pushed himself off the wall to stand again, in the newly vacated space. A serious look was leveled at the light-haired boy, and he hoped that Noah would take his words to heart, "You know nothing about me beyond what I've revealed in the length of this one conversation- and I could very well be lying. You should keep your secret."
The years of his life after the world imploded upon itself had taught Ciaran all about risks. When to take them, and when to not. Whatever it was that Noah wanted to get off his chest, it was better he keep it inside, especially if it concerned the two conversations he'd named in his requested promise. At least until they got to know each other better- if they ever did. He hoped the other boy understood that he was not trying to be rude or disinterested. [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 31, 2012 12:10:30 GMT -5
Noah met Ciaran's gaze unflinchingly, the blond drawing in strength and comfort from his Ghosts around him and the fact that he had escaped death once today already. He hated that he was part of such a seedy underbelly, hated it with all his heart, but dammit, there wasn't a whole lot he could do about his past other than stumble up and try to move on. He then looked at Ciaran, his lavender eyes firm with his conviction. "It is not my fault, okay? I didn't ask for this. Hell, I don't even want this burden, but I have it now, and if I want to keep moving forward, I have to deal with it and learn to live with it. I have so many other troubles, this is just the least of my worries." His hand came up to drag through his pale hair, mussing it when he pulled it away before he shook his head, resettling it. He sighed then. "I have based many conversations on far less than what I have you. I've slept with people without even knowing their names. There's so little of me that I haven't shared before that it almost makes me wonder sometimes what the point of this even is anymore." He shook his head again, almost as if he was trying to dismiss the troubles prying at his heart. "Just because I should doesn't mean I while," he stated, "but as you wish. I shall not tell you." OOC: I got nothing. Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Jul 31, 2012 12:55:17 GMT -5
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NOTES We could start winding it down if you'd like?[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Caught unaware by the sudden outburst of emotion from the boy he'd just met, Ciaran wondered if he'd been a little too mature in his response, when he should have just... listened. Inwardly he sighed. That maturity was one of the things that aroused the suspicion of his parents. He'd been a kid when he'd gone into the coma. To wake up, and talk and reason as an adult? It wasn't normal.
Listening to Noah, Ciaran felt more than a little sympathy, and it shone more clearly on his face the more that was said, in the creases that grew around his eyes, the lowering corners of his mouth. Some of what the blond was saying were things he'd thought about himself before in his own mind, but never said aloud where anyone could hear. No wonder the boy smoked. If Ciaran wasn't so intent on keeping his new life, he might have picked up some unhealthy habits as well.
"Maybe one day," Ciaran said softly, after Noah unhappily agreed. He started to continue, then stopped, closed his mouth, rethought, and instead, asked, "Would you like to get a drink?" Strangers might not tell secrets to strangers, but friends did, as he'd implied. And friends drank together. [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Jul 31, 2012 13:46:31 GMT -5
Cooing quietly, Downdraft moved closer to her Trainer, rubbing her body gently against his arm as if to offer comfort. She had heard him explain what he was. She may not have had it happen to him, but she could at least be there by his side. She may not have remembered much from her time as a human, but she at least remembered the pain of disbelief and solitude. She didn't want Noah to feel like that. She wanted him to be happy. Instead, she just let out a gentle noise and offered what little comfort she could. Noah just smiled softly and stroked her head, the Litwick perched there allowing it if only because their Trainer obviously meant no harm in it. "I'm not the kind of person who likes secrets," he stated softly. "It's just not the kind of person I am, but since you insist, I will keep this one from you." He blinked however at the offer, shaking his head. "Sorry, as much as I would love to, I've really been needing to lay off the alcohol." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I kinda think I have a higher tolerance than I do, and when I get drunk, I kinda sorta tend to forget exactly where I live." OOC: XD, I meant I had no notes to add, we're fine. And I don't even know where Noah lives to be honest. ._. Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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