I'll Do What I Do Best

((Pokemon OC/ Everyone friendly/Follows from keidomofmuses)) Don't worry. This is all part of the plan~

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b-raypokemontime‌:

Balia heard the poof and she panicked just a little! Oh dang it she was hoping he’d have popped in like half an hour! When she wasn’t still baking his cake! Oh well. At least there were balloons already hanging in places.

“Surprise Absoly! Haha! You got here faster than I thought! You are just going to have to wait till after I finish your cake!” she laughed and was opening the freezer to pull out two cakepans and a pint of whatever icecream she had. Hopefully he liked it. It was lucky she had even had the balloons!

“And icecream in the meanwhile?”He asked noticing the icecream she had. “I guess I can stay~”He pretended to be put out, but his grin came right back on his face not a moment later. Meanwhile, a certain other white haired birthday-ee stepped up to the door and rung the bell.

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Random numbers 26, 20, 10, and 44?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

=>His apartment is always on the clean side of messy (it’s hard to keep it spotless like he’s used to with a teenaged boy and a fox child) but he tries his best. Other than that it’s filled with books, but otherwise is a pretty average looking place. His personal taste varies from weeb to eccentrically old fashioned. He tends to wears cravats over ties waist coats, and he has like 5 canes. They vary from decent to ornate all has a sword in it. He is big on hair ans skin care, like he has make up and hair products and and a skin routine. As he does put a lot of emphasis in looks, he does his best to look immaculate.20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

=>Experienced as in been there?The full on take over of Celadon by Team Rocket. But if you ask that again in the near future the answer may change ;310. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?=>Oh boy let’s go. He’s street-smart, witty, and intelligent, but...I wouldn’t call him book smart. He stopped being taught at a fourth grade level, and everything since then has been him teaching himself. So he has a bunch of gaps in his knowledge that most people don’t.44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 

=> He would be willing to sacrifice anything for them. He has been setting up for his first big move recently and is about take off.  

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Character solidifying!

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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b-raypokemontime‌:

“I think you’ll just have to come over and see!”

There was no response, but 5 minutes later there was a poof sound coming from under a nearby table.

“A bit odd, that one is hmm?” He pushed himself up and leaned on the table, A baby Abra clinging to him. “Soooo....What did you get me~?

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He is currently on his second cake. It’s his b day, he can eat however much he likes, thank you very much!

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vilesofvenom:

Creepy is his middle name.

But, knowing Barnes was creeped out by him, and knowing the signs of his boyfriend raising a flag, Rey did pause a bit. He bit his tongue, slowed himself down and glanced back at the other. It was a pained expression, but at the same time..Barnes was right. 

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Barnaby was feeling a bit better with that assurance. He still wouldn’t leave until he knew for certain though. He wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He would however wave of Mike’s claim that he didn’t belong to anyone with a forced smile. One that faltered at the ghostly eyes that invaded the lab. Fuck. Yeah, he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. Why was today so full of nightmare fuel?

He shivered as Sivos and his message passed through him. He wanted to bite out a retort, but the spirit and Michael were both gone. Leaving him to dwell on said message. 

He could be corrupting everything he’s trying so hard to protect? How can that be? He’s gone through everything he can think of, this is the only way! But what if-

No.

It wasn’t like he had a choice here. Even if there were another option he didn’t have the time to sit down and figure it out. He had maybe a year or two before Rocket decided he was obsolete. He really didn’t have the time to deal with one spirit’s claims, even if he did believe him. And he didn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t doubt himself on this. Not here. Not now. His family needed him to follow through with this. Not only that he needed to know that his story would not be repeated. And no spirit would change that. What he needed to do now, was figure out if he had to do damage control with Rey. So, in a voice so much calmer than he felt he asked,“Did you hear anything just now?”

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vilesofvenom:

At the confirmation of his role, Rey snapped out of it and rushed to the body at once, only brushing with Sivos. A chill ran through him, but he hissed, “Get out of my way-you..you…ghost–” But paused at seeing Michael’s poor excuse of legs. Rey’s mind was on fire with possibilities! 

“..How do you expect to live with that amount of blood wasted..” Precious..precious fairy blood even. “You need to stay here too-I can help you too–”

“No. No you’re not. He’s going to the hospital. I know your game, Freeman.” This time it was Sivos cutting in with a frown and had disappeared a fair distance away from Rey. Enough for him to hiss at the doctor, “Michael is mine.”

Frowning himself, Rey shrugged, looked below the sheet to the body and gulped with anticipation, “…Very..very…a-and yet he’s..perfect.. he could b-be..” His voice was shortened with excited breathes at how mangled Baxter was with bullet wounds and…horns? So many spikes too-and burns…but the body was still intact as ever..! Just his face was–

He rushed off to grab some things, grinning widely, “Perfect..perfect! He will be taken care of..ehehe! You’ll see! As a failure or a success, he will be perfect..!”

Arceus, he hated when Rey got like this. It was creepy. Although that may just be because it reminds him that his boyfriend is the same as the rest of the scientists he’s been around. It was so easy to keep that fact out of mind when he avoided him at work and talking about work, but... times like these, it was an impossible reality to ignore. 

He didn’t get close enough to see the state Baxter was in, but by the sound of Rey’s glee, it was bad. He took a breath to steady himself. “Rey,”His voice was firm, hopefully,”You will succeed at what is needed to save him. He isn’t a test subject.” “...I’ll... stick with him to make sure he doesn’t get carried away,”He promised Michael. He really didn’t want to though. He already knew that he would be having nightmares for awhile after just this. The things he does for family. To Sivos,”Michael owes us quite a bit, so while I don’t mind that ‘he’s yours,’ I would like him to eventually be able to repay us.”

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vilesofvenom:

Barnes. His hero in all of this~~ Wait where was Momo? Oh Arceus it was just the two of them and whatever was happening. That figure was NOT Michael. This figure was too tall, and had a haunting gaze to him. Even in the darkness, it felt like it was piercing through him. Reynold had frozen up. Where would he get his weapon? The poisons..! Now they were trapped, too..!

“Listen to me.” Michael started, and pointed to a nearby operation table, whispering to Sivos to ‘there’. The hooded blonde placed the body down with a sigh, letting Michael to say more, “I know I owe you..big. But this isn’t about me. This is about..Baxter..” 

Saying his name made him sick with guilt, so much that Michael shut his eyes and tried to get the image out of his head, “..S-Sivos told me what you and Reynold do and you have-no..you must do something. You must..” His voice became more stern, “You MUST.” 

“Wh..is..how..” The blonde doctor was concerned beyond all reason, dating in between the sheeted obvious body but–

Then it all came together. Oh no.. “What..happened…” 

“Baxter?” Barnaby was just staring at the sheeted body with growing horror. As much as he hated to admit it, he did care for his brother-in-law....But more than that Bella would be devastated if he was gone, and the twins needed their father.

As soon as he composed himself enough to say something, he did. “We’ll help him.” 

Barnaby, you can’t actually do anything here outside of errands, you know this.

“Rey will do everything he can do for him,” he amended.

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vilesofvenom:

Rey nodded at Momo in greeting and shook his head for Barnes, “No..nothing changing. Just uneasiness. Augh..I hope its nothing..Like that damned Natu friend doing something or- no..no..” He took a deep breathe, stepped to the side, and opened the door. 

The feeling, the dark aura, and even the smell wasn’t..there? The doctor widened his eyes, “No way.. nothing..right..?” Rey caught his breathe, looking back at Barnes, then going to turn on the lights because that’s the smartest thing anyone SHOULD DO in horror-esque situations! 

However, when Rey stepped in, and Barnes did, the door shut abruptly like a metal snap trap. The doctor jumped out of his skin, about to scream, but covered his mouth in sheer freight, pointing at the door. “B-Barnes..!” 

“So this is where you hide your experiments…be lucky I’m not in the best of moods… “

Came a familiar growl from a cop you all know and love! But, you know. Only half of him. Also being carried by a Spirit was p weird. Said Spirit stepped forward to both scientist and Rocket, carrying a blanketed large body in his arms, and Michael holding onto Sivos’ shoulders and neck. He’s seen better days. 

Don’t look behind because Michael’s legs are hardly there, so that’s a no-go, as indicated by the strong scent of blood.

Barnaby was about to poke fun at Rey when the door shut. He reached behind him to try and open it. It didn’t budge. Great. He focused his attention at the voice in front of him.

“Mike?” There was so much to unpack from the scene in front of them, which was even harder to understand since it was hard to see in the light. Instead of doing that, he stepped in front of Rey, and held his cane up like a sword. “What’s going on here?”

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vilesofvenom:

Rey closed the door behind him, gulping, “Yeah-just..” His voice was shakey, the aura around the place was getting to him, which was weird. He was used to blood! But now..now it felt like someone was actually watching. Someone awful. 

“I’m guarding the door, but someone’s in there. -And something’s telling me it wants me. Oof…” The doctor gulped, “For once I feel unsure, could you come over?” 

“You’ll be alright, I’m on my way,” He hung up. As they got closer he told Momo to stay hidden unless things seemed to go bad. She nodded, and headed off to a better position, and Barnaby continued to Rey’s lab. When he got there, he had scrunched his nose. “Has there been any change in the situation?” As he said that, he readied his cane for when they decided to open the door.

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Ready for the work day to be over! It had been too bad. He used to be so ecstatic with this job, but ever since the introduction of Barne’s plan he was..underwhelmed with Rocket. Actually really pissed, but still. His focus now was to focus on Barnes’ lead, go with his plan, as well as take care of their…their children.

Still hard to say, let alone think it.

Just as he was packing up and locking up his lab, the doctor paused in place, frozen by a faint smell of decay and blood. Shivers ran up his back. He was freaked out, and did NOT want to explore. So he fled, grabbed his holocastor and called Barnes.

[Incoming call]

When his boyfriend picked up, Rey whispered, 

“Barnes? Are you working still..? I’ve got some trouble here..”

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Barnaby was so done with today as people were being especially stupid. When his boyfriend called he looked at his watch and perked up. He was done! He started packing up to leave as he answered,”Go for B~”

“What kind of trouble? Are you still at your lab?” He dropped his stuff, and grabbed his cane. He motioned for Momo to follow him, and started sneaking towards the labs.

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“Balia~ It’s been far too long, hmm~” Oh look, Barnaby was in her home. How did he get there? No one knows. It was probably Momo’s Abra he has in a pokeball hidden away on his person. Anyway he was here, and sitting on a table. “How have things been for you? Not tired of little ol’ Mikey yet are you~?

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“New game! New game! New game!”

in the background you can hear Til echoing him

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reblog this if on april fool’s, you’re accepting ic ‘pranks’ in your ask box. put ketchup in my muse’s drink, tie their shoelaces together, go wild. go crazy. have fun dealing with the consequences.

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What's wrong with being a catboy tho~?

“There’s nothing wrong with being a cat boy occassionally. I just don’t want to be one all the time~” His decision had absolutely nothing to do with not wanting to be a science experiment for his boyfriend.

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vilesofvenom:

Then the shoulder rubbing commenced, “..What can I do for you, then. I need your mind to not wander that far into the abyss.”

“When does my mind ever wander into the abyss,”Barnaby asked, leaning into the shoulder rub. “I’m fine, seriously.”