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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 21:44:17 GMT
▲ Summer - 8:00pmCello sat on a red sofa chair, casually reading a book about the biology on flying pokemon native to the Alola region. Despite it being the end of the day, the silver haired man felt absolutely exhausted from the horrific trek he had on Route 1. Despite his materialistic view on life, he liked to unwind with a book every now and then, no matter what the subject matter. Words on pages provided an ample distraction from the stress of being a pokemon trainer. He didn't realize starting from the bottom would prove to be so difficult, but alas, maybe rookies did have it harder than he thought? He wore a loose white shirt, and a pair of cotton navy harem pants. The man wanted to be comfortable at the library, he was in a village after all. Everyone here probably dressed like a hippie anyway, so blending in wouldn't be too difficult. Adjusting his reading glasses, he leaned back and sighed. He felt restless tonight. There was an itch that needed to be scratched, but no man around to scratch it. The library was reaching that time where most people left, and being in an isolated part of the facility only meant he wouldn't be bothered by any pressing readers out there. Shitty thing about not knowing anyone here. he thought. He was alone. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Saint Judas on Jun 29, 2017 15:33:12 GMT
I'm in a little bit of trouble
And I'm in real deep
Word Count - 755 | @jupiter | NOTES - hoo boy
Judas doesn't stand a chance XD
/also, sorry for crap quality, it got deleted first time
Well, not completely alone perhaps, at least not for long. Judas as of yet owned neither plan nor intention of departing the library anytime soon, the tall fair skinned man humming lightly in thought, a melody subconciously finding its way through him, as he padded through the rows of shelves, fingers occasionally brushing against squared spines as azure eyes studied titles through the glass of small rounded glasses. His dress was simple, if a bit formal, his usual sort of attire that he found most comfortable, a white business shirt—it's collar neatly folded down and it's sleeves carefully rolled up in crisp layers to just above his elbows—a tanned vest over it with a blue tie circling his neck and tucking under, a black belt, and dark blue-grey trousers that tucked over his shirt, and it turn into tall black boots. Stuffy and perhaps overdone for a simple library visit, though such outfits were the bread and butter of his wardrobe, raised a proper boy and keeping still many of those tendencies and habits as a man, from his short well brushed ebony hair to his straightened back and soft, regular, trained gait.
Upon Judas' shoulder as well, a bird perched, a small rounded little rowlet, small even for her kind perhaps, peering carefully over his shoulder with interest as she watched the rows and rows if books pass by with interest. Before she had had little interaction or dealings with books, but over the past few hours the man had introduced her to the world of written words, Judas reading quietly aloud to her as he showed her the place wherein he had spent enough of his life almost to call a second home to him—childhood memories of hours passed within these walls or curled up at home with a book from here, always having been partial to books and finding silent peace from their pages. Aristotle, for her part, was fascinated with them now, she enjoyed listening to Judas read them for her, his soft voice relaxing and soothing, and the rustle of pages as they turned comforting. She thought, sometime, she might ask Judas to teach her to read herself that she might read over his shoulders or on her own as well.
Judas would hardly mind the excuse to spend more time reading and help another learn how to as well. Perhaps showing Aristotle this had been part of an excuse to spend more time here in this place again, it seemed almost everytime he was here he ended up walking between rows of books, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased that the rowlet found interest in the calming quiet nature of books and reading. Archimedes was content to hang out with him, but she had never been one for them herself. A little over half an hour ago though, he had put the pidove into a pokeball, the dove weary and sleepy, leaving onky him and Aristotle. Perhaps he should also try to show the rest of his team, but he was a bit more wary of having them out indoors, especially in a place like a library. Some of them perhaps... But he would take it slow, one at a time. Finding another book he liked, Judas pulled it from its place, flipping a few pages in to read a paragraph before nodding, closing it and sliding it under his arm with two others. He had started with fantasy, but by now he had shifted genre's to nonfiction, reading to Aristotle philosophy, a bit of science, and now biology, pulling down books about flying types, from a bird watching guide to a comparison study of rowlet and hoothoot. It was just a taste of each to read one book, an introduction of sorts, to get her started before she decided what interested her most.
A yawn idly came over Judas, he stretched, slowly, then shaking off his weariness a bit, began moving to try and find another reading chair. A more empty area he remembered using often had a few scattered about... Though to his mild surprise he found another there for once, even at this later hour, a man, no one he knew, though that was hardly a surprise, silvery haired and loosely dressed for the summer night. Giving a half wave to them with a small smile, he started looking for a place to settle down as he cheerily but quietly called "Evening" to them, a simple greeting for the gentle atmosphere.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 0:08:21 GMT
▲ Summer - 8:10pmIt was if his prayers had been answered! Cello looked up to see a tall, slender man in spectacles enter his vicinity; the silver haired Vida pursed his lips; I can smell it from a mile away. he thought. "Good evening to you." he stated with a confident, yet gentle voice. "If your looking for a seat, feel free." Cello motioned to the sofa opposite of his armchair. He noticed the Rowlet perched on the man's shoulder, looking smart. "How interesting, I'm currently reading a book on Alola flying types." Marcello flashed the newcomer the cover of his book, The Alola Aviary: 5th Edition. How ironic. Arceus, you've blessed me with all the tools I need....Now it wasn't fair to judge, but Cello just knew. He knew what vulnerability smelled like, tasted like. He knew a man who....well, silently craved other men. His third eye never failed him, and that included this instance. "I'm sure you know lots about the topic." he invited. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Saint Judas on Jul 4, 2017 23:33:32 GMT
From the beginning to the end
He was no more then a friend to me
Word Count - 489 | @jupiter | NOTES - embarassed to be a nerd
A glance up, the other man turning icy blue eyes to meet Judas' own deep azure ones. Pale features were smooth, well formed, and angular compared to his own slightly roughed more squared off ones—gentled only by his soft expressions—and silver brows were finely arched, almost delicate. There was almost a sort of... Refined sense to the other man, even in billowing harem pants and the loose folds of a white cotton shirt, hanging off a slender frame in draping layers.
An answering greeting met Judas, and his smile grew a little from a small polite passing one to something more warm. A motion was made to the sofa, and Judas nodded, having been hesitant before to take it when another was also in the area, usually it was just as easy to find an isolated place or another alcove already with multiple people. From his own experience he knew often times someone reading alone felt more comfortable when they remained alone, and was reluctant ever to join where someone else hadn't already intruded without being given welcome invitation to do so. "Ah, thank you" He murmured, his light voice soft as he moved towards the offered furniture, Aristotle lifting from his shoulder to perch on the back of it beside where he settled himself into the cushions—his books being set on the arm of the couch beside him, a couple of hard covers and a paper back, anatomy of birds, an introduction to the variety of flying types, and the comparison study of owls. Aristotle was glancing between the two men, curious as she studied the stranger, but it was a quiet curiosity, more a mild interest then anything, knowing this man was just one of many out there unknown to her, merely happening to be here and now for a brief moment while they were.
Judas perked up a bit with interest as a mention of coincidence and reading material was made, leaning forward as blue eyes flicked behind glasses to read the cover of the book shown to him. "Oh!" He murmured, a quiet note of surprise and interest. Then, a pass to him, and Judas colored slightly as he glanced away, leaning his arms on his legs as he tried to use the movement to cover his embarrassment. Was he that easy to guess? He found his gaze lingering on Aristotle, her head tilted as she studied the book in the other man's hand with interest now, blinking. Perhaps he was though, and was that a bad thing? "W-well" He coughed, stuttering as he tried to find his words before starting again, smoother, playing to humbleness in his mildly flustered state. "I'm not sure about that... I've made a hobby of flying types, though, admittedly I've never had the luck of an Alolan companion before." He licked his lips, finally caving to a meek admission of "I suppose I have picked up a bit about birds..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 5:12:08 GMT
▲ Summer - 8:13pm"Never had the luck...? What's that right there?" Cello cracked a smirk as he playfully pointed at the Rowlet. It was clear this man was a stage five bookworm, but it made all the more easier for the man to manipulate. What Cello wanted, he got, and nothing would stop him from getting his rocks off, whether it be with this point dexter or the next. The Rowlet seemed unfazed by their interaction, perched on the man's shoulder quietly as the two adults chatted.
Tilting his head, he wondered just how much brainiac knew...probably a good deal. Although in Cello's opinion, there were two types of intellectuals in this world: people like this one here, quiet and subdued, stowing away knowledge like trophies on the shelves of his mind. The second type was someone like Cello, who used knowledge as a weapon to gain power.
"Well tell me more." The silver haired man set the book down, turning his full attention onto his guest. "Tell me about your favorite." he cooed.
"My name's Marcello." he added on top. Can't get personal if names aren't formally mentioned.
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Post by Saint Judas on Jul 6, 2017 9:18:33 GMT
The thought is makin' me hazy
I think I better sit down
Word Count - 742 | @jupiter | NOTES - he's so goddamn awkward :u
Judas blushed as the other man teasingly pointed out his decidedly alolan partner beside him, clamming in embarrassment—and heated shame at his silly embarrassment—even as he tried to stammer out a hurried correction, an excuse to pardon himself from the jokinh jab he had inadvertently opened himself wide up for. "I-I meant—sh-she's—I w-was..." He gave up, his jumbled rushed stutters dying off in a small noise of almost resignation in the back of his throat, whining just slightly with the hum of a groan, defeated by the obvious and playful rebuttal made. Glanzing at Aristotle, her ducked his head slightly, trying to avoid looking at the other man and to hide his flushed cheeks, ashamed of them and himself even as he smiled, a sort of wry and chagrined smile of one who can't help but laugh along at their own expense for the sake of their own foolishness and the light heartedness of it. There was just something... Lively about the other man. Passionate. Maybe he was reading into it too much, yet icy eyes had seemed quick, and lax posture self-aware, at ease, purposeful. He couldn't help but smile in answer to their own upturned features.
Aristotle, decidedly the bird in question, was a bit baffled by the sudden attention being brought to the subject of her, though she hid it behind a ruffle of wings, stretching them out—dark diamond marks showing a moment amidst fluffed inner wing feathers—as she tried to shake off the discomfort with a heavy flapbefore settling again on the back of the sofa, tilting her head slightly to watch the other man. It seemed almost to be a strange game they were playing, him and Judas. Something about the way he pressed further in, engaging, cheery, and the way Judas instinctively responded, flustered, awkward, yet still a shy glance peeking to the other man. She had a feeling something else was passing, and curious, she tried to figure out what...
Judas glanced back, shifting, his color starting to fade those his nervous smile didn't. "Mm?" A questioning hum left his lips at the other man's prompting, he figeted as he realized they were focused now entirely on him, intent gaze curious, burning, prompting him for more. The sudden focus made him feel uncomfortable and hot, his ears burning slightly as he fumbled, awkward. He licked his lips, unable to help but begin to truly pay attention to his attraction towards the other man. Not that it was an uncommon thing for him to notice, but that the realization of it still made him squirm, made him have difficulty focusing when he couldn't help but admire the silvery sheen of strange hair and the way it ruffled, loose and unkempt yet still well burshed and formal seeming, the glitter of blue eyes, the twisting up of thin lips at the corners.
Judas was a mess of hormones and the attention wasn't helping. Gods he always got so weird when he was being watched like this. Swallowing, he felt his smile go lopsided, growing more wry even as he finally gathered his words again. Marcello... It was such a smooth rolling name. "Judas" He introduced in his own turn. "And, ahh, well..." He considered the question, willing himself to relax again, leaning forwards more on his arms as he propped them firmly on his thighs, his gaze quick to turn from shy glances to more thoughtful and deep, his smile easing to something warmer, still perhaps touched with uncertainty but less anxious. "I suppose I've always loved many of the normal typed birds. But pidove have always been my closest, my closest companion is one, I've known her since she hatched and she's been with me as my partner for almost as long, she's not very old and can be stubborn and strong willed but she's still endearing to me for her efforts." A glance, watching the floor, he felt embarrassed again by the act of telling this all to a stranger, he was rambling... "And of late I've also found a taillow and fletchling both to be with me as well..." He needed to stop before he started getting too dragged into it, gods this poor man must not care about Archimedes or any of his other birds, all they had asked was what his favorite type was...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 21:18:00 GMT
▲ Summer - 8:05pmHmmm, so on top of being a bookworm, the guy was also a bird brain. Good to know. As Cello listened intently, he didn't realize that Judas' entire pokemon team consisted of flying types; " So your a flying type specialist?" The silver haired vida had nothing against birds, although he did believe that one flying type in his arsenal was essential. A pair of eyes in the sea and one pair up in the sky, how else would he keep tabs on those fanatical Montague's? " You've been busy." he responded flirtatiously. " I just flew into Cassiopeia earlier this week. My companion is a Popplio. Its actually funny, your interest lies in the sky while mines lies in the ocean. I love water pokemon." Cello knew that small talk was essential, and that he needed to relate to Judas in a way to forge a bond between them. If he wanted to, the man could pounce and get away with it, but the eldest Vida liked toying with his prey first. "I'm from Alto Mare, an island city of the coast of the Johto region." he continued. " When I heard of Inset's installation of the pokemon league, I thought it'd be an awesome opportunity to start my journey here." Lies and more lies, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Saint Judas ● 223 words ● I GOT ITCHES THAT SCRATCH ** ALL SPECKS UP TO THIS POINT HAVE BEEN ADDED MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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