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Desdemona Valentine
Hydra

Just because you protect me doesn't mean I won't protect myself.

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Tough luck, love [o] May 21, 2013 2:17:16 GMT

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Post by Desdemona Valentine on May 21, 2013 2:17:16 GMT

DESDEMONA VALENTINE

"C'mon, Quinn! It'll be fun! Just like old times, yah partner?" she questioned her companion. The Pignite gave her a second glance in her direction, he had declared himself her offcial bodyguard, dispite the other leader having he or her's job to protect her. His onyx gaze was somewhat uncertain in the bowels of the hooded area, and his tall ears twitched with the sudden breeze in the alley. He grunted, and then turned away from her, arms crossed over his chest, one foot tapping, he kept grumbling. The woman sighed and leaned against the brick wall, and chuckled "C'mon, you big wuss. Dun be like that." he mocked and stifled the laughter that came from her lips with a hand, but the notes of music still spilled from the open corners between her fingers. The Pignite stiffened, and his cheeks became inflamed with a sudden heat of him blushing. As her laughter increased, he found himself cornered by his own master. He stormed away, a snort rising from him, fists clenched in embarrassment.

She sighed and then watched as her pokemon dissappeared into the darkness. This city wasn't safe for a softie like him, and she scurried after him, her tounge stuck out playfully. "Quinn~! Dun be like that. Momma's just kiddin' ya." she chuckled. Her voice was actually happy and she was enjoying her time she had teasing her first and only pokemon. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and the heat leassened enough so he wouldn't burn her delicate skin. He turned his head away from her prying emerald optics and he wrinkled his nose, stil grumbling.

"D'aww! You know I was pullin' ya leg, right, ol' chum?" he asked, pressing her cheek against the thicker muscle of his neck. The fire-type just shrugged his shoulders almost dissmissively and removed himself from her grasp. Almost pouting, with folded arms, she blinked and pursed her lips, and hung her head "Alrighty, alright. You win, Quinny. We'll go home. Gosh, we kin never have fun anymore." she grumbled and then turned, cocking a finger at him so he could follow her lead. Begrudgingly, the male followed, his ears hung low. She remembered when he was such a risk-taker when he was younger- as a Tepig, but now, he was suddenly convinced she needed constant protection. She may have grasp the rank everyone was dying for, but it doesn't mean she couldn't take care of herself. Really and truly, she loved the Pignite- he was her bodyguard, and he agreed to follow her instead of she having to catch him when he was abandoned by the anarchy and distress among the regions.

With wide steps, the sun setting behind her, throwing a canvas of pearl pink and royal purple, dyeing her hair colors of the softest rainbow among the heavens, caused her to relax. The heat Quin casted over her, the odd silence in the alley, made her wince. It was too quiet for her comfort here. Jublife City was a place of crime, and the occasional murder here and there, so this was unexpected. So, after a few moments of serendipity, her body tensed, and she could hear his steps with her's get louder, enough to intemidate the one that was possibly lurking in the shadows. Beneath her cargo shorts, plaid sweater, and almost dorky wire-rimmed glasses, laid the soul of a figher. As her eyes squinted among the coupled darkness, Quin shifted his bulk and moved in front of her.

Surprised by the sudden movement, she backed away, letting the taller, larger Pokemon take her place in front. How gallant! If only some men were like that. "Be careful now, Quin." she warned and stuck beside him, raising her hands and spreading her legs in a classic defense position. Ah... like the old days...

Daniel Parks
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Tough luck, love [o] May 22, 2013 2:39:02 GMT

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Post by Daniel Parks on May 22, 2013 2:39:02 GMT

The desolation that the Immortalis had caused was usually too much for him to look at, whether it be literal ruins of a city or just how horrible a place had become when they took over, but this place held sentimental value to him.

The evening was upon them as the sun slowly crawled behind the horizon, laying itself to rest of the day and letting the world be plunged into darkness in its wake. Already, tiny dots that many referred to as "stars" were dotting the multi-colored sky and the faint outline of the moon could be seen in the opposite direction of where the sun's dying rays were exploding over the land. Soon, the temperature would drop from how mild it was at that moment to something slightly more frigid. Soon, the only source of light would be the faint neon glow of the old signs that scattered that particular area. Soon, the criminals would come out to play.

It was in the evening glow that a young man stood in the streets of Jubilife, brilliant blue eyes watching the now apparent semi-sphere as it sank further and further from behind square-shaped glaces. Clothed in nothing but brown shorts and a plain shirt, he wouldn't have been much too look at in any ordinary place. However, these days, Jubilife was far from what many would consider "normal". If anything, here, he stuck out more for being a seemingly easy target. Innocence was easy to spot amongst depression and decay and those more "pure" than their surroundings that went unarmed were practically dead where they stood. Sadly, this was what he was. Thankfully, however, not to far off from where he walked ever so slowly, a bird-like Pocket Monster was circling the skies and watching out for any sort of danger that might approach. He'd be at least a bit safe as long as it was there, but should the creature fall, he was practically dead meat.

Being under constant threat obviously didn't make for much of a vacation, one could say, so it was no wonder why hardly anyone from outside the city came willingly unless it was for something important. Of course, Danny had his own reasons from arriving in the darkened populated area. Nostalgia, would one call it? Maybe a fresh reminder of why he was fighting alongside Hydra. Jubilife had certainly changed from the days that he attended school there, the days he made friends there, the days he just hung out there like any kid would have his age. Just looking at the streets were like crumpling up each and every fond memory he had, burning them, and throwing them in the nearest waste basket. And it was a little hard seeing it whenever he needed a reminder of what it looked like. He could write about it all he wanted in his journals or record enough about it on his portable device, but nothing effected him more than "seeing it for the first time" all over again. On the rare occasions that he braved the trip even further and to the remains of his grandmother's ranch, he remembered why he never wrote about it in his journals to let his future self know that he'd returned at all. if anything, part of him was a little grateful he couldn't remember what it looked like, much less ever going there.

"Eight twenty-nine P.M., downtown Jubilife City," the raven-haired man said, speaking quietly into his microphone as he quickened his pace down the streets. "Place looks as bad as what I've written down. Hurts a little to know I wasn't exaggerating. Thankfully, I haven't seen any thugs or anything around, but I guess I can't say for sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess I can only hope it's Percival." A voice from not too far off caught his attention - peppier than he would have expected and not at all as panicked as he would have expected any wanderer to sound at this time of the night - but he brushed it off. It wasn't his problem and, if he were to encounter them on his way through town, then he'd deal with it then. For now, all he had to do was keep a digital record of his time spent there to go over the next day and days to come, should he need it. "... Sounds like a girl up ahead. I wonder if I'll bump into her or not... Eh, probably not. I haven't seen anyone out tonight, so I guess I must be warding them all off."

For the next fifteen minutes or so, he carried on like the, abandoning the device roughly five minutes after beginning the recording session and opting to walk in silence for the remaining time. While he caught sight of one to two people passing by - one looking scared to death, but that wasn't anything that would be too rare in a place like this - no one looked too suspicious from what he could see, and he was beginning to wonder if what people said were true about the place. However, not long after that very thought occurred to him did he hear that same voice from earlier again, only much closer this time. "... careful now, Quinn," the stranger was saying, obviously having noticed him approaching but not being able to see who he was. Squinting and cursing his poor eye sight, he was forced to take a couple steps closer before he could really make out exactly who he had heard. Thankfully, when the blue-eyed male could see them clear enough to make an educated guess as to who they were, he found a familiar face. "Des? Desdemona? Is that you?"

Taking a few more strides closer, Daniel found that, yes, he was in fact speaking to his only superior in the organization of Hydra. "Woah, it is you! And Quinn, too! Perc -" he called, gesturing for the Staravia to fly down to join them, a command it followed eagerly - "Perc, come here, I think this guy here can protect us." Turning back to Des and smiling warmly, he asked, "What brings you out here? I wouldn't have guessed I'd run into you!"

Desdemona Valentine
Hydra

Just because you protect me doesn't mean I won't protect myself.

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Tough luck, love [o] May 23, 2013 0:06:31 GMT

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Post by Desdemona Valentine on May 23, 2013 0:06:31 GMT

DESDEMONA VALENTINE

Opinons. Opinons. Did she have some of the Immortalis? No. She wanted them gone, of course. With all the horrid things they've done to the regions, and the eviroment as a whole, as well. But, having a nagative opinon and just simply not caring were two different things altogether.The Phoenix and Hydra were on an unsaid truce between themselves, and frankly, she perfered it when they were on the edge of bloodshed against each other. She did love a good fight, but these days, you only had a bone to pick with the Immortalis and no one else.

They both wanted the same thing, but their different views divided them. One of these days, she'd have to establish a Headquarter of Hydra. A good place to hang for her little minions to scheme her plots against them both and establish dominance while doing so. The last damn thing she needed right now was a rebellion. Well, her lower beta leaders should help her out, right? Both were well-rounded and she needed their help... they wouldn't turn on her right? What if they would? Tratiors. They're all against me. came a bitter thought. Her trust meter was pretty low today, another bonus, right?

She sighed. Might as well get all bitchy before a confrontation, right? She grumbled and then pressed her back into Quinnard's. The warmth seeped into her clothing and rose gooseflesh upon the curvature of her back. She allowed herself a slight smirk. It was sure jolly to see him like his old self again, almost made her happier than she was that night... a bit too happy, it almost made her grin. "Just like old times, ya dig, Quinny?" she whispered to her Pocket Monster who just grunted and said nothing but a quick Niiite~. His gruff, impish voice was comforting in this darkness- this anarchy of the world. Jublife was like the human soul. Rough and tumble, yet ever-so tained underneath the skin and muscle. Upon listening to these slow footsteps, she could feel the fire-fighting type loosen up and straighten his body. She understood why, as well. The steps were light, if anything abeit rushed, but seemingly slow. They were heavy, like a man's, as well. "Gah. We're too street smart. Ohohoh~!" she laughed.

Quinnard nodded briskly in agreement, letting his body hunch over her's in a defensive posture, letting out a grumble that resembled a Meowth's thick, rusty purr. She reached up and pet his forehead, before climbing on his back. Possibly, the man they heard was just passing by. A friendly neighbor, perhaps? When the steps came closer, and she come barely make out a shadow, she gritted her teeth silently and wrapped thin yet sinewy arms around his robust neck, let out a hum as the shadow began closer. All she needed was some light. She mentally cursed the cheap street lighting that flickered above her and watched the shadow. Closer... ever so closer it drew. Cat-like curiousity drew her away from the awkward piggy back ride and to stand beside the Pignite, fists clenched.

"Des? Desdemona? Is that you?"

That voice. Could it be...?
Of course it was. She peered forward eagerly, removing her own glasses, swiping the cuff of her seelve over them rapidly, and pressing them back on the bridge of her nose. Stupid bifocals, her vision was just as terrible without them. She wouldn't know what else to do if someone broke them. She'd be a weak, blind fool without them. Well, an angry blind fool.

She watched the male scurry into her line of vision, and she folded her arms, rising a hand to facepalm herself in relief. "Gawd, it was just you? You scared me, man. What's wrong with you? Creepin' around n' stuff!" she grumbled and stomped her foot angrily at the man. Daniel, Daniel. Should've known he was nearby she mused, pressing her lips together acutely, narrowing emerald eyes.

"Of course Quinnard would be with me! Where else would he be? Your a clueless dude." she grunted and peeked as he signaled his avain partner with a flick of a wrist. Her eyebrows raised at that. Portect her? If anything, that was his job to begin with! She stepped forward to Daniel, fists clenched and body angrily tense "Numbskull! That's your friggin' job, not your partnet, nor is it Quinn's! Geez, what type of leader are you, man?" she screeched, having to tilt her head upward at the man to look him in the eye. Gosh, how this guy ruined her mood so quickly.

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Tough luck, love [o] May 23, 2013 2:06:04 GMT

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Post by Daniel Parks on May 23, 2013 2:06:04 GMT

It was a little funny, he couldn't help but think as he approached the two before and after recognizing who exactly they were, watching them scurry about doing their own business. Even if they were a team of potential murderers, he still would have allowed himself a sense of amusement before commanding Percival to distract them long enough for him to get out of there and to a safe distance. The way they stood back to back, the girl at one point even climbing onto the pig-like creature's back in a strange rendition of a piggy-back ride. Ironic, he couldn't help but think at that. And with so little words that passed between them as well. His own Pokemon had been one that he'd grown up with and managed to rescue before the destruction of his grandmother's ranch, so they got along well, but not enough to be able to move in such harmony as the higher leader and her stronger partner. With time, maybe they would be able to match up to the pair he was approaching. He could only hope.

It took a bit of effort to keep from chuckling at how - okay, yes, he would admit it - adorable they were, even while apparently trying to fight off or get away from what they believed was an enemy while he went through his exclaimations of surprise at their presence. However, he cheery words were met with anything but the joy he had almost hoped would be reflected back at him. "Gosh, it was just you? You scared me, man! What's wrong with you? Creepin' around an' stuff!" Well, Danny supposed, it could have been worse. He didn't think he was coming off as intimidating while he was approaching, but it would have made sense. If a shadowy figure had been approaching him in this place at night, he, too, probably would have been scared out of his wits. "Oops! Ha ha, sorry about that! I wasn't trying to scare you or anything, promise. Guess you could blame it on the time and place, right?" It was obvious that she was upset - at her for not realizing it was him, maybe? or was it actually directed at him for unintentionally sneaking up on her? - and he wasn't exactly sure how much his words would help, but he could only pray for the best.

Unfortunately, it appeared that him noticing her partner only proceeded to anger her further. Wow, he couldn't even justify that without thinking too hard into it. "Of course Quinnard would be with me! Where else would he be? You're a clueless dude," she grumbled at him. "Well, he might have -" Have what? Been at the Pokemon Center? Then she would have been there, too. There was really no logical reason as to why they would have been apart. While that wasn't exactly what he was implying - he being surprised that they were together - the blue-eyed male decided it would just be best to apologize anyway. "Yeah, I guess that was pretty stupid of me. Sorry!" Of course, Desdemona wasn't quite done letting her temper flare even further. Evidently, everything he had done as a friendly gesture had been taken as an insult, including him joking that it would be the Pignite's job to keep them all safe. Not that he was too surprised. From what experience he had gained from past confrontations and conversations, she could sometimes get like this. Regardless, he was slightly caught off guard.

"Numbskull! That's your stinkin' job, not your parner's, nor is it Quinn's! Geez, what type of leader are you, man?" The smile the had been tugging on his face for the majority of their short conversation disappeared at that to be replaced by something more blank. After all, it took him a moment to process his anger and plot his next line of dialogue in hopes that it wouldn't upset her even more than she already was. Goodness, the raven-haired female had a temper, didn't she? "You know, Des, I think I'm probably the worst body guard out of the four of us, to be honest. But I wouldn't leave it all up to Quinn to keep us safe is we were jumped or something, you know that. I'd rather get beaten to a pulp than let anyone hurt you. I was just joking around, you know? If you want, if there's any danger, you can sit back and watch if I get my face beaten in," he ended with a laugh, imagining himself standing against some guy or girl alone and taking one for the team in a comical manner. "Relax! You guys were probably safe before - together and all, you know? - but now you've got me and Percival here, too! We're practically unstoppable as a group, right? So let's all calm down a bit. I know I'm still a little jumpy from the trip here."

Afraid he might of implied she was scared when she and Quinnard were alone, Daniel quickly added, "Not that I think you were scared or anything. You guy probably could have punched a guy's brains out before he scared you, huh?"

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Post by Desdemona Valentine on May 21, 2013 2:17:16 GMT

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