Petrel

#Chasing Silhouettes #oh so spoopy #Yaaaay I wrote a fin~#cut for length

Fucking around with people was good practice. For what, Petrel didn't know; he liked to run under the assumption that he would need his skills at peak excellence sooner or later and just play it all safe.

One of the best ways to test his ability was to meet the same person over and over again. Always by chance, of course, and always under a completely different identity. And, as Petrel had learned the hard way, looking different wasn't enough. He had to be able to sell each person: someone stopping to meet a cute lady after a long work day; an old man who was tired and just missed having company.

{{ So just a quick slowly-returning-from-hiatus thread thingie?

I owe replies to: Ariana & Serena I've written: Leaf's

I know I had some messages between a few people but I've gotten really lost on who those were and how outdated they are. So for all intents and purposes I'm "dropping" those.

I'd like to open myself up to three more threads. So message me or reply if you're interested? Thanks a lot! ^^ You guys can expect replies by the weekend at the latest. :3 }}

#ooc

Old "Friends" | Ariana & Petrel

"The heroine of Kalos? My, that is quite an appointment. I won’t make you stay whenever you feel the need to leave."

Ariana turned her attention to her purse. She returned the Weavile in order to have better access to her items. First she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper to write down a number that she handed off to Petrel.

"Here. Before I forget. Share it with the others too when you come into contact with them. It’s been far too long since I last spoke with any of you."

She noticed Petrel’s change in expression when she talked about Lance, but made no comment on it. If mentioning the Champion was enough to get that sort of reaction out of Petrel, then it was better not to dwell on that part of the conversation and the history that was attached to it.

Ariana next pulled out a pokeball. This time she released a pokemon that was more familiar to Petrel, her Arbok, Elspeth. The giant cobra looked around and tasted the air. When she saw and identified Petrel by his scent she hissed an excited greeting. Her favorite Executive was Proton, but the others were alright too.

While Elspeth reacquainted herself with Petrel, Ariana pulled out a key ring with a few antique looking keys on them. The pokemon she was after had the habit of collecting keys for itself, so she figured she may be able to draw at least one out with some.

"I do hope we’ll be seeing it soon." She said as she began to shake the heavy keys a bit. The sound traveled across the open field easily. After a moment Ariana paused to listen. This process repeated a few more times more before a reply was heard.

"Ah, over there~" Ariana said happily, glad that her idea appeared to have worked.

Across the field something shined dully in the grass whenever the sunlight hit it just so. The jingle of its keys was quieter than Ariana’s, and the reason why became apparent once it passed through a patch of shorter grass. This Klefki looked like it had seen better days. Its metal exterior was dull and covered in patches of clay, and it only carried two small keys. Still, it seemed determined to find whoever was making noise.

"Hm… It didn’t look quite like that in the pictures…" Ariana muttered, now a little disappointed.

Hm. Wouldn't she, now? Well cool, that meant he could leave.

Well... he could've, but Petrel was feeling more like a cigarette right now than another walk. He watched Ariana with the most idle of expressions while she dug into her purse, he himself sliding a carton out of his back pocket. It was with that same hand that he plucked out a single stick, although he waited for Ariana to give him the paper before returning both items to his pocket without a second glance.

"Alright," was all he gave her. Simple as that. But hey, at least he was just polite enough to wait until she was done giving him flammables before lighting up.

"Heeey, Elspeth~" Petrel took the cigarette between two fingers and lowered it from his face, using his free hand to pet the poisonous snake on her head. "You're just as beautiful as ever, yes you are."

A chuckle, and Petrel pulled his hand away from Arbok, slipping it in his back pocket for now and returning his attention to smoking while he waited. His walk was much more leisurely behind Ariana, but he kept up well enough.

Certainly, the Pokemon looked a little pathetic. Petrel actually had to wonder what the poor little thing had been into. He stepped forward, exhaled a breath of smoke, and kept his eyes on the Klefki as he addressed Ariana. "Looks like it's been through some shit. Betcha if y'give it a bath an make it look all nice an' pretty i'll fall right in love with ya."

#Ferry Tales UT #leafingaround

Ferry Tales Have Shitty Endings | Petrel & Leaf

It had been a fair bit since Petrel had set foot in Vermilion. Although that was probably definitely a symptom of "lying low"; y'couldn't exactly travel much.

The air smelled as salty as he remembered it. People swore they were sailors left and right, and for the most part, the gym stayed in his visual distance. All he needed was the boat. Unlike usual, Petrel just wasn't in the mood for attention today.

A Petrel with dirty brown hair and a paid for ticket made it onto the ship just fine, which was less a relief and more of a reflection on just how dumb the world was. Maybe they'd stopped looking for him; maybe they just didn't recognize him without purple hair--either way they were idiots.

This particular ship wasn't as fancy as the SS Anne. Rather than full on rooms, the little cabins reminded Petrel of a fancy train. He didn't mind so much, but it lessened the guarantee that he'd be alone, even if he did manage to find a room that was empty.

He did, though. All the way in the fucking back.

Petrel slid his bag off his shoulder and plopped onto the plush seat, legs all the way across the cushion. Hopefully, any potential passers by would get the message. He did at least consider some options for company: his party could always use some fresh air to fuck up. The fact that his space was small inclined him to pick out a Koffing--maybe one that was a little bit less of a dick than he was.

As soon as he did, the air started to taste more familiar. This Koffing loved affection, and it grinned when Petrel gave it light scratches. "Gotta long ride, but I betcha don't mind that, do y--"

Wait. Waait. He wasn't seeing what he thought he was... was he? A girl, who at first glance passed him right on by, but he could hear the retracing in her steps. Petrel rolled his eyes, groaned, and plopped his head back to feign exhaust. In a way, he was. If that girl came any closer, his energy was probably shot.

"PEETY! It's your mother calling to check up on you. I hope all is well where you are! Your father is too busy painting his latest master piece to really be on the phone but he sends his love, yadda yadda, you know the rest. Any who, remember that Brett kid? Apparently he has kids now and they are the most ugly things you ever did see. It's hilarious! Oh, I'll let you go now. Mwah, love you, angel! Come visit, you hear? We miss you so much!!"

"Heh. Ma." He hangs up his phone for now and chuckles. "Brett was an asshole." He'll call her back later.

#I cannot BELIEVE I had an icon with the face I wanted.#I let this sit here for 2 days IIIII suck #Anonymous

Hey! Hey Guppies! Anemoneone wanna thread with Peety? :3c He needs more threads, lol. X3

#Inbox me #Reply to this #You know whatever's clever #OOConcealer

Old "Friends" | Ariana & Petrel

Ariana shook her head at Petrel’s reaction. Yes, she did want to go the other way, but that was more out of not wanting to draw any attention to herself if the odd man decided to start trouble. Her way of staying low-key was blending in, and if that meant living it up a little then she wasn’t going to say no to that. However, she knew she would eventually lose interest in the lifestyle and move on.

"I didn’t mean it like that, Peety." She muttered back with her own sigh while she watched the path ahead of her. "I don’t belong here any more than you do."

She could tell he was trying to avoid looking at her, so she made it easier by not looking at him either. Once they were on the route she had other things to look out for, but she stopped to turn her attention back to him when he told his story.

"No, I didn’t know that. I heard Unova Ditto were pretty talented, but you’re saying Kalos has even better ones? Best of luck on finding a good one."

He was still stuck on trying to get better at “the thing”? Ariana wasn’t sure how she felt about that. The fact that Petrel was still trying to improve on his disguise of The Boss didn’t bother her. It was the fact that now it felt like he had an indefinite amount of time to do so. Who knew when that man would be back in their lives for Petrel’s skill to even be useful for that.

Not wanting to dwell on the thought, Ariana turned her attention back to the swath of tall grass in front of them.

"I’m here for a Pokemon as well." She said, her eyes scanning the grass and treeline for any sign of the pokemon she was looking for.

"You remember hearing about my encounter with that League Champion, right? The one with a fondness for Dragonite? Well, I heard that Kalos has a Type of pokemon that is strong against dragons. Some pokemon we already know of have been discovered to have been Fairy types but…"

A grin crossed her face at the thought of having a pokemon strong enough to take down Lance’s Dragonite. In the past, Ariana cowered at the thought of running into Lance again, he used to frighten her. But Ariana no longer wanted to be gripped by that fear, she was going to do whatever she could to fight back. Even if it meant training a small, unassuming, or ridiculous looking pokemon. She was going to prepare for the day she could get her revenge on Lance.

"The one I’m looking for is said to be one of the best, even if it doesn’t look like much. It’s called a Klefki."

He caught that. Of course he had caught it, but he ignored it like the trash bag of a human he was completely pretending to be. Not that it mattered one way or another, even if he had acknowledged her, he would have shrugged it off with an aloof 'whatever', because Petrel was never one for arguments, much less with redheads gone black.

"Yeah, thanks." It sounded lazy and sloppy coming out of his mouth, but perhaps unsurprisingly, he led right into talking more about himself. "I actually have a uh... a 'date'. With a girl. Pretty, thin, and blonde. Just a liiittle taller than you, Cherry. She's got her own boutique too, so clearly she's a girl after my own heart." A snicker. "Seventeen years old and the heroine of Kalos... Maybe you've heard of her. She's going to be helping me snag my Ditto."

Petrel sighed, his arms stretching in the air plenty enough to make his shoulders pop. "IIII was planning to get to Kiloude City early to meet her, but since it's not my name that'll be slandered if I'm late, I think I can afford a detour."

Petrel's footsteps lightened as he approached the grass behind Ariana. Truth be told, she didn't have too much explaining to do once she'd changed direction, but that wasn't going to stop Petrel from being interested in a good story. Well, he had hoped it would be good. Once Lance's name came up, his hands went into his back pockets just as quick as his expression sank to a notch below neutral. That was an emotional shift he didn't have a quick explanation for.

He watched Ariana intently now, but he wasn't grinning with her. The most positive interest he offered her was an eyebrow raise of explicit curiosity. "I assume I'll be seeing this thing soon." Because sure, he had questions, but there was no point in asking what he'd be able to see for himself.

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To Catch an Impostor • { Serena / Petrel }

Serena cheerfully stepped off the train and made her way to a bench and waited for her friend. The friend she hadn’t seen in forever. Shauna, one of her best friends. she had gone on a trip and was coming back and they decided to go to friend safari and go on an a mini adventure together.

Soon she saw her friend step off the train. Standing up she made her way to her friend. “Shauna! How have you been?” She asked the girl cheerfully. She hugged her and pulled away and took a hold of her hands. “You’ve changed so much.” She giggled. “At leased from the last time I saw you, its been so long.” She smiled at her friend

"Are you ready to go do the friend safari?" She asked cheerfully. Letting go of one hand she began to pull her friend along towards the place where there journey would start. "So Shauna how was your trip?" She asked while smiling and looking back at her. She lead her down the cobblestone paths until they reached there destination "Well here it is." she said while becoming more and more exited. "Are you exited as I am?." Serena said while grabbing one of Shauna’s hands with both of hers.

#To Catch an Impostor #fille angelique

The smile on "Shauna's" face was incredibly genuine, but not at all for the reason the blonde would've been expecting. The man behind the disguise was particularly warmed to see that he hadn't lost his touch. Although he hadn't let the practice of costume and makeup fall to the wayside, it had certainly been some time since he'd last tried to imitate someone in front of someone so familiar with them.

His open-mouthed smile turned smoothly into a light giggle. Petrel knew the girl was chipper, and she knew she had optimism that was almost sickening. So he went for the simple and believable: "I'm great! Me and my Pokémon have been playing a lot together and kinda just taking a break from all that hard training we did on our journey... but I think it's time to make a new friend!"

Yeaaaah... something like that. Petrel allowed Serena to lead, but in faux impatience, he struggled to stay exactly by her side, occasionally taking big strides that kicked nothing. "Umm, the trip was nice and all, like there were lots of pretty things to look at out of the window, but to be honest it got kinda boring. I just wanted to get here already! So yeah, I'm totally excited! I heard Ditto are all cute and squishy like Goomy!"

Old "Friends" | Ariana & Petrel

"No, it wouldn’t. I don’t like the sound or the imagery of it either. Blue is not my color."

If Petrel was intending to get a reaction from that comment, Ariana failed to deliver by agreeing with him instead. Black was a good color on her, but blue? The shade of blue that “blue raspberry” invoked would be absolutely awful, too dark of a blue. She didn’t feel inclined to wearing Archer’s shade of blue either, even if it did look good on him.

"Now, I wouldn’t say that." She replied. "I wanted to go the other way until I realized it was you."

Ariana reached down with her free hand to pet Savil, and to let the Weavile know that everything was okay. The dark-furred pokemon purred as her trainer’s nails scratched her chin.

By now they had walked away from the people who were staring. The body language between the two of them no longer raised any flags that this man was bothering her, so now the public continued on as usual. They walked through the foot traffic unhindered until they finally passed through gate 16. Then the crowds fell away to a mere trickle of people once they were on Route 16, and their steps on paved road gave way to crunching on fallen leaves.

"So, Petrel… May I ask what brings you here to Kalos?" She asked once they were far enough away so no one could overhear them.

"You did, didn't you?" Petrel snorted so hard, one would almost have expected snot to fly out of his nose. However, repulsive as he looked, he wasn't quite that foul. The man ran a hand through his trashy brown hair and flicked his eyes between ladies and gentlemen--anyone who wasn't Ariana. The disgusted wrinkle of his nose came and went, and Petrel sighed a vaguely judgmental "Maybe you belong here, Cherry."

Having said that, Petrel started to regret his decision to put away his Koffing. Simply, the dig wasn't worth it. Now he missed having a partner in crudeness, and maybe the pampered ice type wasn't helping him out any. He'd be damned if he called one back out for no reason, though. Petrel was pretty sure sludging strangers wouldn't fly around Ari, even if they were out of commission. So his boredom got more intense, even as they approached gate 16, which... wasn't exactly where he was going, but not too far off, he guessed. As long as they didn't take the route all the way up, anyway.

Since he was addressed, Petrel bothered to stop avoiding Ariana's face. As he looked over, he cracked a smile--the kind you'd expect on the kid who stole your last cookie... and was maybe expecting a couple of dollars from the tooth fairy over night. "Heh. Funny story about that. You know the basics, right? Cosmetic mom, liked to dress me up as the daughter she never had, yadda, yadda, boring bullshit about dicking around with makeup; well she had this asshole of a Ditto. It was on genie levels of smartassery, alright, it'd twist whatever you told it to do into the most obscure play on words, transform into Rattata and go hiding under floor boards, and of course there was the incident with Dad that almost got him kicked out of the house... Digressing. Basically this dick of a Ditto's why I never exactly bothered to have another one anywhere near me for over ten years. But. I figure, since I royally fucked up, well... you know the thing; I ought to reconsider learning from the best. Aaand as you may not know, there's supposed to be some pretty talented Ditto in this region. Kind that might put a sorry-ass Zoura to shame. Hopefully I'll pick up one that ain't so full of itself."

A pause. Petrel looked Ariana over as though he hadn't had the opportunity to earlier, and raised an eyebrow. "Your turn."

#To Catch an Impostor #fille angelique #fuckin finally uvu #Gonna use my old Shauna icons this whole thread you just try and stop me

To Catch an Impostor • { Serena / Petrel }

Ah, yes. The city whose name he couldn't pronounce.

Not many people stepped off of the train to Kiloude City. Aside from the rich bastards who got their jollies off to painfully long and unnecessary ceremony, most returning visitors flew into the city once they knew where to find it. Of course, Petrel was no such returning visitor, but the girl whose identity he had stolen might have been.

Petrel would be honest--he wasn't a fan of wearing so much pink. While he could deal with heels, bows, and nonsensical ponytails, there was just something about wearing so much of a bright color that made him kind of wanna tone it down a little. Of course he wouldn't be doing such a thing any time soon unless he felt like risking his disguise, but it did have him internally rolling his eyes as he clopped down the pale grey cobblestone and took in the scenery with all the excitement of a sixteen year old girl.

It wasn't Petrel's intention to make himself look totally new to the location, however--just very excited about his return. He had, by his standards, made quick work of memorizing where he needed to go, which was pretty easy for such a small town. So after taking a few minutes to be curious about the orange top houses and the Battle Chateau, Petrel ran the rest of the way to the Northeast corner of town, where he was meeting the girl who'd be helping him get into the local Safari--not that she realized it yet.

A big grin pulled onto Petrel's bubbly feminine face when he caught sight of the girl he was looking for. Sure wasn't hard to pick out a Blonde in these parts. Immediately, he picked up his pace, waving his hand excitedly in the air, and chirped "Lil' S! ♪"

Presumably, it had been a while since they'd seen one another. But Petrel didn't put it past this "Shauna" girl to give her friend a welcoming hug regardless of how long it'd been, so he swung his arms around the blonde without a second's hesitation.

"It's so good to see you," he sang, pulling away and letting his hands slip down to Serena's. "I almost forgot how pretty this place is... merci beaucoup for coming to catch some new friends with me~!"

thoughts on drunk!Giovanni?

"Well, Nonny, to tell you the truth, I'm not really the one to ask about that, bein' as I've never had the pleasure of seeing ol' Boss Man intoxicated."

can you BELIEVE I caught Archer and Ariana snogging?!

"Firsta all, Nonny, don't go gossipin' about little miss Cherry unless you're dying to find out exactly what a Sour Apple's like personified."

"Seconda all, of course I can't. The hell makes you think I wouldn't be the first to know?"

FMK: Proton, Archer, Giovanni

"Proton and I already live together, Nonny. Marrying him's what...? Adding a ring and a shared bed? We'll do that. Actually, I'm shitting you acting like this is difficult. Ol' Archie's good for a laugh, but I think we all know he's not my favorite. So go easy on me, eh, Boss?"

*tenderly places hand on thigh* You know, I think I like yours best.

Petrel tenses immediately, curls his lip, and takes a deep breath while he picks the hand off of his thigh like a molded peel.

"What? You've been slipping that hand up other peoples' thighs tonight? Disgusting. I don't know where you've been. Not to mention outright shitty taste if you had to figure that by trial and error."

#just Peety for now?#I might Emma later but for now I'd like to summon this guy's muse

Old "Friends" - Ariana & Petrel

Slimy guys like the one Petrel was dressed up as was definitely the kind Ariana wanted to avoid. She spotted his Koffing before she saw him, but it wasn’t hard to miss him for sure. Great, and he was coming right for her too. Ariana was about to turn down a side street to get away when he caught up and spoke to her. Even if he was in one of his many disguises, his unaltered voice was unmistakable.

"I suppose you’ll have to now, hm?" She replied without missing a beat.

Of all the people of her past she could have encountered, it just had to be Petrel that she’d see first. Not that Ariana particularly minded. Between the Executives, Ariana was the only one who could stand Petrel’s games. It was a trait of hers that drove him up the wall but back then she had found it funny. Now? Well, now it could be more like a game of her own to play against him.

Ariana continued on her way down the road, unhindered even by her newly gained traveling partner. People stared, thinking surly that this shady man following a lady was up to no good, but no one dared to get close to either of them.

"I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d be running into you again." She said, glancing at him from underneath her hat. In her bag, the Sneasel watched Petrel and his Koffing carefully, unsure where this was going since she had never met them before but her trainer didn’t seem bothered by them.

"It certainly looks like you’ve… been taking care of yourself."

"Eh... doesn't have the same ring to it."

Now, Petrel wasn't the kind to explicitly care about being stared at. At least, not in the sense that he'd feel self conscious about what other people might be thinking of him. But Petrel was a man of theatrics. For him, a time in which he wasn't aware of his surroundings, the eyes on him, and putting on a little show for them explicitly was well... a rare one. So the human puke stain reached into his back pocket an pulled out a Pokéball--one of many like it--and digressed a little. "A'ight Koffing, get in the Ball. We're in the company of a real lady, now." Petrel wore his smile like a silent snicker, lips growing crooked like his semi-fake teeth while he returned his floating companion without so much as a glance in its direction. They were best friends, though--honest.

He rolled his head back in the Black Cherry's direction, allowing his smile to linger for just a couple of seconds before shrugging all of the emotion off of his body and jamming his hands back into his pockets. "Although, I guess it could be worse..." Petrel picked up exactly where he left off, as though he hadn't just slung a bit of unnecessary sarcasm at his temporarily-not-a-superior. "Could've been somethin' completely tasteless like Blue Raspberry. Shit like that wouldn't be good on the eyes or the tongue."

For a quick second, Petrel gave the new cat a glance. Nice to see Ol' Cherry was doin' good for herself, eh? Petrel turned his attention, spat carelessly at the ground, and put his hands behind his head because why the fuck not? "Please. Cherry. Don't flatter the look. Unless you're trying to make me feel like I've actually gotten worse at this over the years."