// NOTICE: less activity on this blog on account of health issues – hopefully resolved soon ish but. 👍 //
Greetings. My name is Amelo Litoralis, and I am a researcher studying Pokémon evolution. I am currently located in Kalos to learn more about the mega evolution phenomenon.
If you have any information on the specific changes Pokémon undergo during evolution, or if you know of any unusual cases in Pokémon evolution, contact me. Especially if there are cases involving humans.
I aim to answer the question: can humans evolve like Pokémon can?
I'm 24 years of age (I graduated only recently but I am no less qualified), I use he/it/any, and I am aroace. My home region is Sinnoh, where I interned under Professor Rowan.
Use any gendered terms you want, I do not care.
My team consists of:
Octillery, my first Pokémon. When it evolved it inspired me to pursue the path I am on today.
Tentacool. I caught it when I was 15, and I think it's what started my interest in poison types, if it hadn't already carried over genetically.
Qwilfish (Hisuian). I just kept encountering this specific one around Kitakami during my trip there. That was a sign to take it home, I think.
Croagunk. A reminder of my home in Pastoria city. My mother loves poison types with all her heart and as a croagunk expert she encouraged me to get one before I started traveling for my studies.
And of course my friend, my muse, Malamar, who I only recently met here in Kalos. It doesn't have a Pokéball, we just understand each other. I suppose that means it isn't technically on my team, but I definitely count it here regardless.
... I am not really that creative in the whole naming department, so none of my Pokémon have a proper nickname.
And I suppose I should mention I have been recruited by Team Flare. It is mostly why I traveled to Kalos to begin with. They're a respectable organisation with a strong leader and do some genuinely incredible research, but they really need to re-evaluate their choice in outfits. That red-orange colour hurts my eyes and apparently not wearing it on the job can get you fired? Whatever. I don't really share their rather intense passion for making the world more beautiful either, but they fund my projects so I cannot complain.
// Here's a quick summary of the Lore™
// OOC, rules & info: ↓
Hi! You can call me Astro or Ceph (@cephalopokemon), I go by he/they, and am an adult.
FYI, I constantly update/edit this post 👍
the stripes on his hair are actual stripes not highlights!! He's honestly just a human version of a dnd oc I have who has octopus arm hair (vaguely styled after the banded string arm octopus)
Amelo being this young is wholly intentional, his youth and inexperience really enhance his stupidity <3
Blog rules
I'll say now: I freely block anybody who genuinely makes me very uncomfortable. (though this is a difficult thing to accomplish; I'm not easily disturbed)
Asks always open!
Mystery gifts, Pelipper mail/malice: ON
Musharna mail/malice: ON
Magic Anon: OFF (... unless it's funny.)
Union Circle/in-person RP: preferably ask first (you can always dm me at @cephalopokemon or just leave a comment on this post)
In-character hate: YES (Sidenote: if you tell him to end his life you will be blocked INSTANTLY. It isn't funny.)
Insulting Amelo's looks/character design: ONLY as long as you keep in mind I'm the artist that designed him and I have feelings, and that real actual people can look like that. I find him pretty. You may not, but be civil about it. (aka. if you insult something in-character. Please elaborate in the tags it's just in-character.) (Insulting things like his fashion sense are fine without elaboration, joking about his looks is also probably fine 👍)
No sexually explicit content. Suggestive stuff is a-ok, I'm generally not bothered by things that aren't straight up smut.
No bigotry of any kind. Amelo may be a dick who looks down on humanity as a whole but he won't stand for xenophobia.
General Info?
Rotomblr-typical unreality warning.
Content warnings will be tagged accordingly, but you can expect: A bit of key stone related medical horror. || Themes of manipulation/brainwashing. (Malamar is a special one) || Mentions of delusion. (the cause of the god complex) || Potential themes of grief, and coping really badly with said grief. || Possible mentions of addiction/substance abuse. || Cult stuff, he's in Team Flare. (also Team Ulysseus is involved now)
Content warnings are always tagged as "#cw [topic]"
I don't really want to run a constant angstfest so any high stakes will probably be resolved swiftly or given appropriate breaks.
Amelo will assume everyone telling him about events he knows nothing about is just experiencing an alternate universe. For example, you can sure try to convince him Lysandre is going to take drastic actions but he probably won't believe you. This also applies to anything contradicting my own personal worldbuilding/headcanons.
↑ you absolutely can contradict my headcanons by the way, or talk about the future state of things -- I'm just saying that in-character he'll just chalk it up to the multiverse
I will be merging game and anime canons to a certain degree. I'm trying to get a balance that's the best of both worlds.
Amelo is ... a polite asshole. He will NOT hesitate to be a dick to you if he feels like you're rude to him, or if he simply doesn't respect you.
He isn't one to start an argument but he SURE as hell will continue them or add fuel to the fire if he doesn't like the people involved. I apologise in advance lmao
English isn't my first language so I apologise for any grammatical errors
Activity will vary. I've been in a serious burn-out for many years and need to take it easy :")
The art is mine 👍 I really like drawing things to enhance the story I wanna tell
Tags
#ask - asks
#mod art - art I drew 👍
#ooc - out of character
#reply chain - reblog conversations that last longer than 2 rbs, in case those annoy anyone
#in person rp - in person roleplay. in case someone wants to filter it out.
#[ the plot thickens ] - story stuff
#cw [topic] - content warnings
Interaction preferences
Literally just go wild. Do whatever you want, I love any and all interactions ^^
(Except ships. the man's a very repulsed aroace. You can simp for him just don't expect him to react very positively lol)
Preferably no crossovers though? But who knows I might make exceptions
Since I've had people ask - if you want to ragebait him, go right ahead! It's funny
Exactly, you know people like that when you see them. I think that creates some sort of shield to prevent you from falling for the charms of evil people.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
From the outside, it’s pretty hard to tell what Alissa was thinking. Her expression remained calm and focused, keeping her hand steady aiming the gun right at Amelo’s head. However, in her mind, she was panicking. Was she really about to kill someone again? Sure, it was with Team Flare, but Alissa had promised her only friends that she would never take anyone’s life again.
She pulled away her gun, not far enough that she would’ve stopped threatening Amelo, but enough so that it wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Explain,” she demanded, “Aren’t you a scientist? What could you possibly need my help for? Based on the fact you attempted to threaten me, I assume it isn’t something I’ll agree with.”
The moment the gun wasn't directly in its face anymore it let out a shaky breath it didn't fully realise it was holding, its mind clearing up a little with the exhale – but far from relaxing. It ... really hadn't thought this through.
He attempts to tug an arm free, but realises that the effort is futile almost immediately and gives up in fear of being shot. He's avoiding eye contact with Alyssa but his eyes do flick over to the gun every few seconds to ensure it isn't any closer to him. If this wasn't abundantly clear already: Amelo is a fucking coward.
"Confidential," he mutters. He knows this won't cut it, but it's worth a try.
"I don't care if it's confidential. The fact that you were trying to threaten me proves it's something I might not agree with. So tell me now," she demands, making sure her gun is still pointed at him to remind him that his life may be at stake.
Alissa pins Amelo down with more force, making sure that it was impossible for him to escape unless he explained his reasoning. Why did he need her help!? She didn't like where this was going....
He quickly glances around, searching for something, but doesn't appear to find it. Seriously, where did it go? It was supposed to be nearby when –
His grey eyes brighten ever so slightly when they land on a recognisable silhouette behind Alyssa. There it is.
"Wrap," Amelo commands.
Less than a moment later tentacles find their way around Alyssa's body, attempting to pin her arms to her sides, and, most importantly, trying to get that gun out of Amelo's face.
The short scientist takes this opportunity to make an attempt at struggling loose from the position it had been forced into.
"Crap–" Alissa shouts as she tries to keep her left arm pinning Amelo and her right pointing the gun at him. She manages to let her Garchomp out by elbowing the Pokeball on her belt.
The Alpha Mach Pokemon roared as he was let out, towering over everyone. He noticed that a Malamar was trying to restrain his trainer and that she was pinning a different trainer.
"Chomp!!," Alissa shouted as the Malamar finally was able to force her arms to their sides, unpinning Amelo and causing her to let go of her gun, "Stop him from escaping!"
Chomp bolted at Amelo a top speeds, pointing his claws at the scientist's throat.
Alissa snickered, "Looks like the tables have turned. Have your Malamar let me go and tell me why you need my help, or I'll have Chomp slice you in two." It was hard to tell if she meant that last statement.
Amelo couldn't even get up properly before the beast towered over it. It lets out a yelp in surprise; it has seen Garchomp before but never one as tall as this.
He's wondering if he can get to his Pokéballs before he's cut in half. He assumes the answer is no, judging by how surprisingly fast this absolute monster of a Pokémon was just a second ago. What would he even do, anyway? He's not a battler. His best chance would be to have Octillery ink Chomp in the face, probably, and even that doesn't exactly have an estimated success rate that he's comfortable risking his hide over.
Alissa went to grab her gun before returning Chomp to his Pokeball and placing it on her belt. She walked over to Amelo, not pointing her gun at him but still clutching it in her hand. Despite the Malamar still being behind her, she didn't feel the need to let out any of her Pokemon.
"Okay, now can you tell me why you need my help so bad you're willing to risk your life by threatening me? Someone who has killed hundreds of people before?"
She glanced around the area, searching to see if anyone was hiding nearby. Either she was worried Amelo brought back up or that someone had heard what she just said.
"Depending on what it is and why, I may be willing to help. But no promises."
Amelo instinctively takes a step back, but is relieved he isn't in immediate mortal danger anymore. He flexes his wrists to relieve the stiff aching that being roughly pinned to the floor had caused them. Malamar doesn't do anything, it simply watches. There was no backup either – Amelo is always one to do things himself, however foolish that may be.
"You have shown the idea of killing people horrifies you," it says in a tone that is intended to be very matter-of-fact, but the adrenaline hasn't left its body yet and a tremble in its voice gives away it isn't exactly feeling comfortable with the fact it was staring down the barrel of a gun mere moments ago. "I thought it worth the risk."
"Uh huh...that still doesn't answer my question. Why are you here?! What do you need help with!? Answer me!" she demands. She still has so many questions and is getting very impatient. She watches the Malamar carefully, worried of what it could do knowing she has none of her pokemon out.
He eyes the gun, and decides it probably isn't worth the risk to try anything else. Alissa won't take his bullshit a third time, he guesses.
"Okay – alright. I suppose I do owe you an explanation."
It contemplates how truthful it wants to be here – and ends up deciding on a sort of middle ground that hopefully keeps it from getting a bullet to the face. It cannot exactly just ... tell her ‘oh yes. I want your skin’ without probably eating lead.
"Let- uh - let me preface with I wasn't technically lying when I said I needed your help," he starts.
"However. This has to do with Yveltal. Your connection to it - it could prove to be the key I need to finally crack the code. I'm agonisingly close to solving the puzzle but there is simply one piece missing – I hoped to find it in you."
The most evil, egotistical maniac I’ve ever seen. He thinks he’s doing the world a service by trying to destroy it, but he’s just some billionaire who is hurting others for his own well being.
”Huh. And this alll happened in your universe? I mean my Lysandre hasn’t done anything evil (besides his choice in colors) but I guess it’d be different in other universes.”
I do not know him very well beyond him being my boss, but from how I know him he is a very passionate, driven man. Intelligent, too – you can tell by his eyes, he's always calculating. I suppose you need to be, to be in his position?
When talking to him, he's very good at ... people. He makes everybody feel included in any conversation, he's rather charismatic, and just overall a nice and thoughtful man. Very different from what I had envisioned a CEO like him to be like.
He loves the colour orange. This is apparent by the fact everything here is orange. He also adores Pyroar.
Overall, good man. No complaints, other than his sense of style and the fact he highly values social connections when I very much do not. /lh
”He…doesn’t sound so bad. I guess I just don’t really like CEOs. It’s definitely my daddy issues.”
“And please tell him to pick a different shade of orange. You all look like walking traffic cones. And Pyroar huh…? That’s interesting I feel like I don’t know I lot of people who own one.”
They are capitalists, usually they probably aren't great people, only driven by money. Somehow I have found myself in a lucky position, I suppose – Lysandre cares a lot less about money than about bettering the world. This also means I get paid well, which is a nice bonus.
And, well, I have tried. He does not listen to reason when it comes to colour.
I do not know him very well beyond him being my boss, but from how I know him he is a very passionate, driven man. Intelligent, too – you can tell by his eyes, he's always calculating. I suppose you need to be, to be in his position?
When talking to him, he's very good at ... people. He makes everybody feel included in any conversation, he's rather charismatic, and just overall a nice and thoughtful man. Very different from what I had envisioned a CEO like him to be like.
He loves the colour orange. This is apparent by the fact everything here is orange. He also adores Pyroar.
Overall, good man. No complaints, other than his sense of style and the fact he highly values social connections when I very much do not. /lh
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
From the outside, it’s pretty hard to tell what Alissa was thinking. Her expression remained calm and focused, keeping her hand steady aiming the gun right at Amelo’s head. However, in her mind, she was panicking. Was she really about to kill someone again? Sure, it was with Team Flare, but Alissa had promised her only friends that she would never take anyone’s life again.
She pulled away her gun, not far enough that she would’ve stopped threatening Amelo, but enough so that it wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Explain,” she demanded, “Aren’t you a scientist? What could you possibly need my help for? Based on the fact you attempted to threaten me, I assume it isn’t something I’ll agree with.”
The moment the gun wasn't directly in its face anymore it let out a shaky breath it didn't fully realise it was holding, its mind clearing up a little with the exhale – but far from relaxing. It ... really hadn't thought this through.
He attempts to tug an arm free, but realises that the effort is futile almost immediately and gives up in fear of being shot. He's avoiding eye contact with Alyssa but his eyes do flick over to the gun every few seconds to ensure it isn't any closer to him. If this wasn't abundantly clear already: Amelo is a fucking coward.
"Confidential," he mutters. He knows this won't cut it, but it's worth a try.
"I don't care if it's confidential. The fact that you were trying to threaten me proves it's something I might not agree with. So tell me now," she demands, making sure her gun is still pointed at him to remind him that his life may be at stake.
Alissa pins Amelo down with more force, making sure that it was impossible for him to escape unless he explained his reasoning. Why did he need her help!? She didn't like where this was going....
He quickly glances around, searching for something, but doesn't appear to find it. Seriously, where did it go? It was supposed to be nearby when –
His grey eyes brighten ever so slightly when they land on a recognisable silhouette behind Alyssa. There it is.
"Wrap," Amelo commands.
Less than a moment later tentacles find their way around Alyssa's body, attempting to pin her arms to her sides, and, most importantly, trying to get that gun out of Amelo's face.
The short scientist takes this opportunity to make an attempt at struggling loose from the position it had been forced into.
"Crap–" Alissa shouts as she tries to keep her left arm pinning Amelo and her right pointing the gun at him. She manages to let her Garchomp out by elbowing the Pokeball on her belt.
The Alpha Mach Pokemon roared as he was let out, towering over everyone. He noticed that a Malamar was trying to restrain his trainer and that she was pinning a different trainer.
"Chomp!!," Alissa shouted as the Malamar finally was able to force her arms to their sides, unpinning Amelo and causing her to let go of her gun, "Stop him from escaping!"
Chomp bolted at Amelo a top speeds, pointing his claws at the scientist's throat.
Alissa snickered, "Looks like the tables have turned. Have your Malamar let me go and tell me why you need my help, or I'll have Chomp slice you in two." It was hard to tell if she meant that last statement.
Amelo couldn't even get up properly before the beast towered over it. It lets out a yelp in surprise; it has seen Garchomp before but never one as tall as this.
He's wondering if he can get to his Pokéballs before he's cut in half. He assumes the answer is no, judging by how surprisingly fast this absolute monster of a Pokémon was just a second ago. What would he even do, anyway? He's not a battler. His best chance would be to have Octillery ink Chomp in the face, probably, and even that doesn't exactly have an estimated success rate that he's comfortable risking his hide over.
Alissa went to grab her gun before returning Chomp to his Pokeball and placing it on her belt. She walked over to Amelo, not pointing her gun at him but still clutching it in her hand. Despite the Malamar still being behind her, she didn't feel the need to let out any of her Pokemon.
"Okay, now can you tell me why you need my help so bad you're willing to risk your life by threatening me? Someone who has killed hundreds of people before?"
She glanced around the area, searching to see if anyone was hiding nearby. Either she was worried Amelo brought back up or that someone had heard what she just said.
"Depending on what it is and why, I may be willing to help. But no promises."
Amelo instinctively takes a step back, but is relieved he isn't in immediate mortal danger anymore. He flexes his wrists to relieve the stiff aching that being roughly pinned to the floor had caused them. Malamar doesn't do anything, it simply watches. There was no backup either – Amelo is always one to do things himself, however foolish that may be.
"You have shown the idea of killing people horrifies you," it says in a tone that is intended to be very matter-of-fact, but the adrenaline hasn't left its body yet and a tremble in its voice gives away it isn't exactly feeling comfortable with the fact it was staring down the barrel of a gun mere moments ago. "I thought it worth the risk."
// Continuing an in-person rp with @totally-not-quartz from here because I think my tumblr app REALLY didn't like how long the reply chain got lmao //
"It is interesting how much is the same across universes. Though I think there wasn't a version of me in yours, the way you have acted around me. ... If that is the case, I wonder if I am an anomaly of some kind," Amelo says, thinking aloud as he locks his office door when everybody is out.
Inkay suddenly appearing startles him a little, but he recovers quickly, acting like nothing happened.
"Oh, it's fine. Nobody is going to make a fuss about an inkay being out of its ball. It's not really a Pokémon that causes a lot of trouble."
(Yakni follows, head-butting Quartz with her squishy head in an attempt to get a response.)
(No matter how many times Quartz explains it to the Revolving Pokemon, she still can never grasp the concept.)
// had to get rid of the reblogs lest they crash my phone again djdgsjdg //
"She'll wake up in a few hours, Yakni" he says to the inkay, gently pushing it away from her. "At least, that's what she said."
He brings Quartz to his office first - he wants to get some sort of hospital bed so he looks a little less weird moving some unconscious girl around the building. This way he can also do another blood test first - which he performs swiftly, before commanding Malamar to gently put Quartz down on the floor.
"Don't break anything - and stay put," he says to the inkay as he is about to leave out of his office door to grab ... honestly literally anything that resembles a hospital bed.
"... Yes, well, nothing I can do about that," Amelo says. "I'll be right back."
And indeed, he returns about fifteen minutes later with one of those emergency stretchers, which he deemed as good enough. Malamar helps telekinetically lift Quartz onto the stretcher and Amelo just stares at her for a while.
"... what am I doing. I don't know what I'm doing. I should've had more data to go off of - I should've thought this through and did it when nobody was even in the building to ask questions."
He runs his hands through his hair.
"It's fine. I'll discover what makes her tick. I'll figure it out," he mumbles. He's glad Yakni is out of its ball, that way he can probably convince people that he's not being suspicious because this girl's Pokémon isn't actively attacking him. He just hopes nobody saw that explosion earlier, actually.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
From the outside, it’s pretty hard to tell what Alissa was thinking. Her expression remained calm and focused, keeping her hand steady aiming the gun right at Amelo’s head. However, in her mind, she was panicking. Was she really about to kill someone again? Sure, it was with Team Flare, but Alissa had promised her only friends that she would never take anyone’s life again.
She pulled away her gun, not far enough that she would’ve stopped threatening Amelo, but enough so that it wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Explain,” she demanded, “Aren’t you a scientist? What could you possibly need my help for? Based on the fact you attempted to threaten me, I assume it isn’t something I’ll agree with.”
The moment the gun wasn't directly in its face anymore it let out a shaky breath it didn't fully realise it was holding, its mind clearing up a little with the exhale – but far from relaxing. It ... really hadn't thought this through.
He attempts to tug an arm free, but realises that the effort is futile almost immediately and gives up in fear of being shot. He's avoiding eye contact with Alyssa but his eyes do flick over to the gun every few seconds to ensure it isn't any closer to him. If this wasn't abundantly clear already: Amelo is a fucking coward.
"Confidential," he mutters. He knows this won't cut it, but it's worth a try.
"I don't care if it's confidential. The fact that you were trying to threaten me proves it's something I might not agree with. So tell me now," she demands, making sure her gun is still pointed at him to remind him that his life may be at stake.
Alissa pins Amelo down with more force, making sure that it was impossible for him to escape unless he explained his reasoning. Why did he need her help!? She didn't like where this was going....
He quickly glances around, searching for something, but doesn't appear to find it. Seriously, where did it go? It was supposed to be nearby when –
His grey eyes brighten ever so slightly when they land on a recognisable silhouette behind Alyssa. There it is.
"Wrap," Amelo commands.
Less than a moment later tentacles find their way around Alyssa's body, attempting to pin her arms to her sides, and, most importantly, trying to get that gun out of Amelo's face.
The short scientist takes this opportunity to make an attempt at struggling loose from the position it had been forced into.
"Crap–" Alissa shouts as she tries to keep her left arm pinning Amelo and her right pointing the gun at him. She manages to let her Garchomp out by elbowing the Pokeball on her belt.
The Alpha Mach Pokemon roared as he was let out, towering over everyone. He noticed that a Malamar was trying to restrain his trainer and that she was pinning a different trainer.
"Chomp!!," Alissa shouted as the Malamar finally was able to force her arms to their sides, unpinning Amelo and causing her to let go of her gun, "Stop him from escaping!"
Chomp bolted at Amelo a top speeds, pointing his claws at the scientist's throat.
Alissa snickered, "Looks like the tables have turned. Have your Malamar let me go and tell me why you need my help, or I'll have Chomp slice you in two." It was hard to tell if she meant that last statement.
Amelo couldn't even get up properly before the beast towered over it. It lets out a yelp in surprise; it has seen Garchomp before but never one as tall as this.
He's wondering if he can get to his Pokéballs before he's cut in half. He assumes the answer is no, judging by how surprisingly fast this absolute monster of a Pokémon was just a second ago. What would he even do, anyway? He's not a battler. His best chance would be to have Octillery ink Chomp in the face, probably, and even that doesn't exactly have an estimated success rate that he's comfortable risking his hide over.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
From the outside, it’s pretty hard to tell what Alissa was thinking. Her expression remained calm and focused, keeping her hand steady aiming the gun right at Amelo’s head. However, in her mind, she was panicking. Was she really about to kill someone again? Sure, it was with Team Flare, but Alissa had promised her only friends that she would never take anyone’s life again.
She pulled away her gun, not far enough that she would’ve stopped threatening Amelo, but enough so that it wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Explain,” she demanded, “Aren’t you a scientist? What could you possibly need my help for? Based on the fact you attempted to threaten me, I assume it isn’t something I’ll agree with.”
The moment the gun wasn't directly in its face anymore it let out a shaky breath it didn't fully realise it was holding, its mind clearing up a little with the exhale – but far from relaxing. It ... really hadn't thought this through.
He attempts to tug an arm free, but realises that the effort is futile almost immediately and gives up in fear of being shot. He's avoiding eye contact with Alyssa but his eyes do flick over to the gun every few seconds to ensure it isn't any closer to him. If this wasn't abundantly clear already: Amelo is a fucking coward.
"Confidential," he mutters. He knows this won't cut it, but it's worth a try.
"I don't care if it's confidential. The fact that you were trying to threaten me proves it's something I might not agree with. So tell me now," she demands, making sure her gun is still pointed at him to remind him that his life may be at stake.
Alissa pins Amelo down with more force, making sure that it was impossible for him to escape unless he explained his reasoning. Why did he need her help!? She didn't like where this was going....
He quickly glances around, searching for something, but doesn't appear to find it. Seriously, where did it go? It was supposed to be nearby when –
His grey eyes brighten ever so slightly when they land on a recognisable silhouette behind Alyssa. There it is.
"Wrap," Amelo commands.
Less than a moment later tentacles find their way around Alyssa's body, attempting to pin her arms to her sides, and, most importantly, trying to get that gun out of Amelo's face.
The short scientist takes this opportunity to make an attempt at struggling loose from the position it had been forced into.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
From the outside, it’s pretty hard to tell what Alissa was thinking. Her expression remained calm and focused, keeping her hand steady aiming the gun right at Amelo’s head. However, in her mind, she was panicking. Was she really about to kill someone again? Sure, it was with Team Flare, but Alissa had promised her only friends that she would never take anyone’s life again.
She pulled away her gun, not far enough that she would’ve stopped threatening Amelo, but enough so that it wouldn’t freak out too much.
“Explain,” she demanded, “Aren’t you a scientist? What could you possibly need my help for? Based on the fact you attempted to threaten me, I assume it isn’t something I’ll agree with.”
The moment the gun wasn't directly in its face anymore it let out a shaky breath it didn't fully realise it was holding, its mind clearing up a little with the exhale – but far from relaxing. It ... really hadn't thought this through.
He attempts to tug an arm free, but realises that the effort is futile almost immediately and gives up in fear of being shot. He's avoiding eye contact with Alyssa but his eyes do flick over to the gun every few seconds to ensure it isn't any closer to him. If this wasn't abundantly clear already: Amelo is a fucking coward.
"Confidential," he mutters. He knows this won't cut it, but it's worth a try.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
He clenches his jaw, mind racing to think of some sort of excuse, any excuse. He doesn't notice her finger is off the trigger because he still refuses to make eye contact with the barrel of the gun, and every second that ticks by feels hours longer than it should. He hasn't been this close to potential death in a long time – and it still is far too soon.
// Continuing an in-person rp with @totally-not-quartz from here because I think my tumblr app REALLY didn't like how long the reply chain got lmao //
"It is interesting how much is the same across universes. Though I think there wasn't a version of me in yours, the way you have acted around me. ... If that is the case, I wonder if I am an anomaly of some kind," Amelo says, thinking aloud as he locks his office door when everybody is out.
Inkay suddenly appearing startles him a little, but he recovers quickly, acting like nothing happened.
"Oh, it's fine. Nobody is going to make a fuss about an inkay being out of its ball. It's not really a Pokémon that causes a lot of trouble."
(Yakni follows, head-butting Quartz with her squishy head in an attempt to get a response.)
(No matter how many times Quartz explains it to the Revolving Pokemon, she still can never grasp the concept.)
// had to get rid of the reblogs lest they crash my phone again djdgsjdg //
"She'll wake up in a few hours, Yakni" he says to the inkay, gently pushing it away from her. "At least, that's what she said."
He brings Quartz to his office first - he wants to get some sort of hospital bed so he looks a little less weird moving some unconscious girl around the building. This way he can also do another blood test first - which he performs swiftly, before commanding Malamar to gently put Quartz down on the floor.
"Don't break anything - and stay put," he says to the inkay as he is about to leave out of his office door to grab ... honestly literally anything that resembles a hospital bed.
Amelo, pinned to the ground now, knows he fucked up and lets go of the dagger without much of a struggle. He curses under his breath - but flinches once he sees the gun. He doesn't assume it's loaded, but he certainly wouldn't bet his life on that hunch.
"If- if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have done it like that." Voice a little shaky, it instinctively moves its face away from the gun. It doesn't know for certain if Alyssa is the type to just shoot it if she doesn't like what she hears - and it really does not want to die.
"I ... merely assumed you wouldn't want to come with me otherwise."
// OOC but I have been a little less active due to the absolute hellish pain I've been in lately. 👍
If Amelo starts using a cane or knee brace or something it's because of projection. Seriously - I get blasted with unforgiving migraines first and now my knees want me dead?? I genuinely can't walk anymore, even with my cane. Which god of bodily ailments did I piss off???? (yes I'm visiting a doctor soon)
Trying my best to be coherent enough to like. do anything, but I have to manage my energy.
Maybe rotomblr will prove to be a distraction instead but I'll have to see. In any case this is a heads up if it turns out otherwise.
