Melody to Remind us

Sequoyah: OC for Nidoran (male) [Affiliated with Silver Shores]

[poisonhalfpint]

Unpleasant Encounter leads to....// Sequoyah + Donovan + Vito

[featheredboss]

Donovan stifled a laugh, echoing the phrase "crimes have consequences" in his head. How ironic. The Honchkrow folded his wings into his sides, releasing a breath after hearing both sides of the story. It was the first day in a while that he had gone without some sort of job, and something like this would come up. To begin, he looked down to the little Nidoran that was clung to his arm.

"You tried to take something from this man, did you?" he confirmed, "Well, you are good at pick-pocketing, so props to this guy." Donovan huffed, turning once again to face the Dusknoir. He did take note of Sequoya’s readiness to battle in defense of the stolen spike, and almost smiled. 

"Stranger- you complain of theft, yet you yourself stole a precious spike right off another being? Sounds a bit hypocritical, if you ask me." he shook his head, scoffing in sort of a mocking manner. It was almost funny; viewing himself as attempting to make peace. However, he was a bit impressed that the ghost type was able to acquire such an item. 

[senzavito]

Vito let out a laugh, a near silent laugh where only the Dusknoir’s soft wheezing sounded. He laughed so hard that he had to hold his stomach to stop its contents from falling out. Then, he abruptly stopped, still holding his abdomen. One eye closed, the black blind one, and he stared at the duo with his red one. 

"Hypocrite, huh?" A smile spread across his face. "I don’t mind being a hypocrite if I have my precious objects.

"I’ll kindly leave you and the runt alone if you would give me one of your feathers, Mr Honchkrow. I’ve never seen such quality feathers before." Slowly, he stood up straight and approached. "You wouldn’t mind losing one feather, hm?" 

[poisonhalfpint]

Sequoyah stepped in front of Donovan. He let out what seemed like a soft snarl, while possessing a glare on his own face. The Nidoran wasn't going to allow the Dusknoir to touch his guardian. Not if he could help it.

"You will get no such thing. You will not touch Mr.Donovan!" 

The Nidoran took on a defensive stance in front of the Honchkrow. Raising his fist against the Dusknoir. "I'll battle you if I have to!"

[poisonhalfpint]

Unpleasant Encounter leads to....// Sequoyah + Donovan + Vito

[featheredboss]

Donovan decided that it would be in the best interest for both himself and his comrade to take a lazy day. Finding a calmer, small town to reside in for the day, Donovan had plans to cook up some stew. While he may initially appear cold and no fun at all, Donovan actually enjoyed cooking up a good meal once in a while. Of course, he needed to be in the right mood. So, he sent out Sequoyah to collect the few needed berries, while he let his wings stretch out before the cooking began. 

However, when his little partner came back empty handed, confusion swept Donovan. He raised an eyebrow down at the Nidoran, folding his wings back to his sides. As Sequoyah explained his situation, Donovan sighed. 

"Some creep, you say?" he questioned, casting his gaze out towards the figure quickly approaching. Stepping forward and in front of Sequoyah, Donovan clicked his tongue, almost as a challenge. "I hear you’ve been bothering my friend, here? Is that correct?" 

[senzavito]

The word chase would be a gross exaggeration of Vito’s movements. He kept a reasonable pace around the fleeing nidoran, but he wasn’t putting much effort into his actions. As for the reason he was following the nidoran: to teach the child a lesson. One had to scope out a proper target before actually swiping some cash, and that little thief made a grave mistake going after someone like Vito.

He was surprised, however, by the honchkrow that stood in front of the smaller pokemon as if protecting him. Vito wasn’t airheaded enough to take on a dark type without a proper strategy, so he chose to negotiate. There was another aspect of the pokemon that interesting him: the feathers that covered parts of his skin. Vito never did not possess the feather of a honchkrow, thus he absolutely needed one.

"That little one tried to take something precious of mine. Something very precious. But he was caught," he explained, his voice completely deadpan and without a hint of emotion. "I’m trying to be a good person and teach him that crimes have consequences.

"On a side note, isn’t it mean to call me a creep? So mean~"

[poisonhalfpint]

The small little Nidoran growled at the Dusknoir- yet he still kept himself hidden among the feathers of the Honchkrow. He feared the ghost type, he also just down right didn't like the vibe that he gave off. He tugged at the arm of the Honchkrow before pointing a steady finger back at the ghost pokemon. 

"You don't have to teach me anything! Don't come near me!"

"He took one of my spikes, Donovan!! A person who collects pokemon parts is a damn creep!" The little Nidoran's spikes bristled and his adrenaline was already flowing. If he really wanted to- he could've just tried attacking the Dusknoir itself. No one ever got under the poor Nidoran's skin like this guy. Especially, this Dusknoir. Ghost types weren't much of an issue to him but.... Vito was another story entirely...

[senzavito]

Vito didn’t meet eyes with the Nidoran even when he rose from his position on the ground. Nor did he meet eyes when the little Nidoran gave a little speech that was honestly heartwarming for Vito to hear; that is, if he could hear it clearly. Since the small pokemon’s proclamation of his sexual advances, the voices slowly rose in volume. 

He stayed crouched for a few moments before standing up, towering over the other. In a sudden display of speed, Vito grabbed the boy by the neck, lifting him up a few inches before snapping off a poison spike from his body. After the deed was finished, he threw the Nidoran aside as if he were trash. He turned around for a moment to look back at the kid, smiling softly. The smile betrayed his body language though; his agitation had grown and his body was shaking and unsteady.

"Keep on living, kiddo." His voice, like his expression, also betrayed his body. "Don’t sell yourself short, or whatever. I’m not very good at encouragement."

[poisonhalfpint]

When the Dusknoir had stood up, the little Nidoran thought he could've gotten off scott-free. However, what he had understood was something completely different. Ruthlessly, the ghost type gripped him by the neck. His tiny fingers immediately latched onto the much larger hand. With his feet dangling, he kicked them rapidly, but that only drew more of a constricting feeling. At least, it subsided when the spike was torn off his back, and he was tossed aside. 

He rolled a bit before slowly looking up at the larger pokemon. The spike was oozing whatever poison it drew left, and since it was torn from him so abruptly, he felt a little sting. Sequoyah winced once before watching the other. His ears flicked back in sensing impending danger. He was now afraid that the Dusknoir could do much worse than he did.

"I... won't.."

[senzavito]

Now Vito felt a little sorry for the kid. 

"Look, look. kiddo, I didn’t mean it. Sorry if I insulted you or something." He really wasn’t good at consoling people, especially troubled kids like this. "I don’t have any of that interest, y’know. Its kind of hard to get in the mood when you got voices in your head constantly. Total turn off." Alright, he was getting seriously off topic at this point so he decided to zip it and think about his words a bit. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look for the right words. It didn’t help the spirits were tell him to eat the kid’s soul. His eyes wandered as he tried to get them to shut up about ‘spiriting away bad kids’ without success, looking from the tree branches above to the ground under the small pokemon’s body then at his own hands. They were twitching, a sign he was growing agitated. 

"Ah," he opened his mouth to speak, but paused for a moment, still looking at his hands. "If your life is so horrible, shall I spirit you away?" 

[poisonhalfpint]

The question had his ears twitch, an impending danger had soon dawned on him. His life was bad. Sequoyah was raised by criminals, to become a criminal, only to be abandoned by them. Abandoned and left to die. However- his life wasn't bad, of course... Not after he met that Honchkrow. At least, it was someone who cared for him like no one else did.

Sequoyah looked up at Vito, but then stood up. A look of determination appeared on his face. Strangely enough, he felt a rush of anger flush his cheeks. 

"No.. I don't want to be spirited away.." He grunts a bit. "I have a good life. Bad things happened but my life is good and I want to live just as I am!..."

[senzavito]

Vito felt extremely perturbed by the Nidoran’s refusal. He thought for sure he had pinned down his motives; he had to tell the spirits to shut up for 30 seconds to think and that took a lot of effort. Naturally, he was disappointed in himself.

He was disappointed all the way through the smaller pokemon’s rash invasion into his mouth. He had absolutely no reaction to the sudden closeness and the sloppy attempt. It simply confirmed the obvious though: this pokemon in front of him was simply an inexperienced child. To top it all off, now the motives of the little one were apparent, now that it came from the kid himself.

"It’s not good to have sex with strangers, kiddo. You gotta save it for someone you trust," he said, deadpanning as usual. "Also, was that your first kiss or something because I’ve had better kisses from a confused Lickitung."

[poisonhalfpint]

The Nidoran was giving up. His face went from determined to positively shot down. He frowns and stares at the Dusknoir, his lips slightly parted. He wasn't sure what he was doing at this point. On top of that, Vito had made him feel utterly embarrassed. He was angry, but he also just never wanted to show his face around the Dusknoir again. He felt disgusted- and he always did when he was shot down.

It wasn't like it was his first kiss either- but it wasn't his first attempt at initiating one. He wasn't that great of a dominant anyway. But the Ghost type didn't have to point it out.

Sequoyah slinks away from Vito. A frown visible on his face and he was debating on just getting up and walking away. Or at least making the attempts to.

"It's too late to tell someone like me that.." He was partially correct, anyway. He grew up with no innocence. It's what he usually resorted to when he was in a bind- since it usually worked but now.... He didn't quite know what to do with himself.

[senzavito]

Vito had absolutely no reaction at the hand that was placed on his cheek; it was as if he didn’t notice the contact was made. That was partially true since he focused completely on the spikes on the pokemon in front of him. Not only that, he was also trying to ascertain what this runt was actually offering.

His previous sinister expression faded into a blank one: his thinking face. He hadn’t thought this hard in a while because usually he got what he wanted the first time he asked, or he simply forced it off the victim. However, he didn’t want to harm naughty children without giving them a chance to redeem themselves, so he held back on whatever attack would force the little one to submit.

Finally, after about 30 seconds, it was as if he had an epiphany. A smile spread across his face.

"You’re offering to give me back my money?" He concluded wrongly again. "I don’t care about that, kiddo. I just want a spike." 

[poisonhalfpint]

Well, the second attempt hadn't actually gone as planned. The ghost type still hadn't understood what the poor Nidoran had meant. And he was just about to give up one of the spikes to the Dusknoir too. He shook his head in refusal. 

"No! That's not what I meant!" The Nidoran grips the Dusknoir's shoulders and closes whatever space was left in between them. Making the initiative to practically shove his tongue into Vito's mouth. But what he seemed to find was that even with the poor poison type attempting to run his tongue against the ghost type's, he seemed rather... unresponsive. The poor Nidoran pulled away, not breaking the bridge of saliva that connected their tongues until the smaller pokemon began speaking out of frustration.

"Take the damn hint! I'd fucking have sex with you!"

[senzavito]

Vito was not getting the little pokemon’s drift at all. Ghost types were historically rather detached pokemon to add on the fact this particular Dusknoir was dense. So, naturally, Vito responded in such a way one wouldn’t expect a tall, scary adult to act.

"Worth my while?" His expression didn’t change from his previous smirk, but his eyes did roam. They roamed not looking at the boy below him as an object of pleasure, but, instead, as something to add to his collection. His eyes were fixed on the poisonous spikes that covered the pokemon’s body. He didn’t have a spike of a Nidoran just yet.

"So I can have anything, right?" He asked as he approached and squatted down to the Nidoran’s level.

"Give me one of your spikes." 

Yes, the little pokemon’s “offer” went completely over Vito’s head. 

[poisonhalfpint]

Well- the little Nidoran was going to offer up sex. But, he was rather confused by the entire switch of the offer. His ears twitched and his back pressed silently into the tree as the Dusknoir pulled down to eye level. At first he thought that the Dusknoir had no problem of understanding what Sequoyah was offering, so his cheeks tinted red to pull on an innocent act. 

However, before long the second statement flowered and the little Nidoran was even more in shock.

"T-That wasn't what I was offering..." He huffed a little before easing back up, closing the distance between the two of them. "Besides.... My spikes aren't all that special..."

A touch of the rather small hand to the ghost-type's cheek was made. The attempt no.2 at seducing the larger pokemon was in progress. Although, he wasn't sure just how this pokemon would understand his motives.

[senzavito]

The ones who struggled were the most annoying. Vito had half a mind to rip the soul right out of that little poisonous body and have him tortured among the other spirits of children. And he almost did. The spirits voices in his head shouted at him to give them another companion, but he resisted their cries by focusing on the pain in his stomach.

He walked deep into the forest, up an incline no less, health fading tiny bits at a time as the poison took root in his system. Despite feeling weakened, he made it to his destination, a clearing in a dark forest surrounded by mysterious dim lights. He called this area home.

The mouth of his stomach opened and he reached in, pulling out the nidoran and placing him on the ground. He also pulled out a pink and blue berry. The two berries were plopped into the mouth on his face. Almost instantly, the indigestion and encroaching pain were gone. He was especially glad the stomach problems were gone because last time he had issues with it, several items were lost.

Having regained his strength, he looked down upon the small pokemon on the ground. A small smirk spread across his face.

"Looks like you got caught, tiny thief. Do you know what happens to little thieves that get caught?" 

[poisonhalfpint]

As the Nidoran was pulled by the arm and tossed onto the cold ground of the dark forest, his eyes frantically darted every which way to adjust. And finally widening when he found himself in a place mentioned for ghost and dark types alike. He was fearful because he knew that plenty of evil entities resided in this place.

His poison spikes seemed to lengthen as he begins to feel rather threatened in his surrounding area. The nidoran backed up as much as he possibly could until a tree blocked his escape route. He glared at the Dusknoir in caution, heavily debating on whether or not he should simply make a break for it. He was about to- but he decided against the idea- in case he was to be cursed again. 

Not being near the Honchkrow had it's disadvantages. Not knowing where he was had been something of terrifying proportions. Not knowing what the Dusknoir was going to do to him was worse.

"Please.. I'm sorry- if you let me go I'll make it worth your while..." He was running the options through his mind and whether it was either ask Donovan to give something, or whore himself was crossing it. Sequoyah looked up at the tall ghost pokemon and tried to assume some vulnerable position to at least arose the Dusknoir's interest. 

[senzavito]

Vito knew the curse had made its mark by the pain he could feel in his chest where the nail was embedded. The pain, however, was probably nothing when compared to what the kid was experiencing. He rose to his feet and made his way towards the direction the pokemon had run on unsteady footing. What he found was the thief who had passed out and a very concerned vendor. 

Vito picked up the smaller pokemon bridal style and winked at the vendor before leaving the populated area. He went into the shade of a nearby tree and set the kid down, then poured out the contents of his bag. His eyes fixed onto his stolen pouch with the sylveon ribbon undamaged. The pouch was taken then pressed into his stomach, a storage area for all his valuables.

However, objects were not the only thing that could go in there. Naughty children were to be punished, but Vito felt bad for the kid. He decided not to steal the nidoran’s spirit; rather, he would just transport the fellow to a place where they could have a nice chat. 

An apple was fed to the nidoran first, a sloppy affair, but Vito didn’t mind. Then, he picked the pokemon up and widened the portal to his stomach, not unlike an actual mouth widening to eat food. The pokemon was taken to this odd dimension in an instant and immediately Vito felt the sting of indigestion.

[poisonhalfpint]

As he was lifted he watched the Dusknoir rather carefully. A bit cautiously at that. His adrenaline rushing and the toxins that flowed through his body worsened in in toxicity levels. He wasn't eagerly waiting to be taken advantage of his state by the ghost type- even if what he did was rather punishable.

Of course, half-conscious little Nidoran was still eating. The other apple wasn't for him, however. He was saving it as a snack for his partner. But- that plan was going to be thwarted as soon as the portal opened. The Nidoran wasn't completely unconscious and as fear provoked any small pokemon, the spikes on his back rose and leaked heavy toxins. Sequoyah hissed and squirmed in swift panic. But- he must've reacted too late since, down into the depths of who-knows-where he went.

[poisonhalfpint]

Unpleasant Encounter leads to....// Sequoyah + Donovan + Vito

Sequoyah wasn't about to let it happen again. It was another sorry mistake to attempt an outburst as he did towards the Dusknoir which had previously taught him a lesson. He was just lucky that he decided to play tag instead of cursing him like last time. The small Nidoran had also been lucky that Donovan had been a short distance away, waiting for the little Nidoran to return with the oran and pecha berries he requested. It was better to send him anyway- at least, Sequoyah never questioned Donovan's motives behind anything.

But as soon as the little Nidoran darted towards the larger Honchkrow without either item, something was absolutely up. From the distance, the larger pokemon was approaching and the smaller pokemon inched his way behind the protection of the Honchkrow.

"Donovan, this creep some leave me alone!" This was the second encounter with the ghost type- and unfortunately... it didn't seem like it was going to end pleasantly.

[senzavito]

One thing Vito never failed to notice was a missing belonging. Once, he made a rather large clearing in a forest looking for a lost object, and now was no different. Tree or pokemon, nothing could take one of his things, all of which he held precious.

So it was obvious to him what had just occurred. The small pokemon had just taken his pouch of money that was tied with one of the ribbons of a Sylveon. He was more worried about the ribbon than the money. Sitting up, he watched the Nidoran walk away ever so nonchalant. Oh, but it wouldn’t be that easy.

A nail materialized in his hand. His one red eye glowed with mischievous delight, locked on to his target. The ghostly nail was jammed into his chest and the curse was laid. 

[poisonhalfpint]

At first, his ear twitched, hearing sounds and keeping his eyes peeled to detect any approaching movement- but he heard nothing that seemed out of the ordinary, and he wouldn't risk suspicion by looking back. At first, there was only a chill down Sequoyah's spine, and with each step he took the curse took it's slow effects- only getting worse and worse.

First had been the sudden queezy feeling, but rationalizing that he was hungry he kept trudging on. Lest he make himself vulnerable to any outside forces. But he soon found that his own stomach was eating away at itself. Churning and biting back at him in pain. He wasn't too far from the food stand now and only his knees seemed to grow weak. He tugged his backpack off his shoulders and rooted through for the coin purse, but not pulling it out for plain sight. He only pulled out what poke he needed for two Big Apples. And just as the friendly looking vendor was  handing it to him, his legs finally caved in. 

He smacked his chin against the counter-top and fell backwards. The vendor panicked for a moment. Sequoyah, had probably been losing HP since not having eaten.... and also from the curse.

"ggh.."

[senzavito]

Temperatures on the more extreme ends of the spectrum always made the dead spirits more active, their complaints and whining (as Vito thought of them) sounding louder in his mind. On these types of days Vito tended to wander aimlessly while looking out into space, disregarding the world around him. A few times, he bumped into a few pokemon, inciting agitation from the other party, but he paid them no mind. He could barely keep track of the angry voices in his head, much less angry voices from the outside.

He happen to bump into a rather small pokemon this time, and thus, making the bag in the little pokemon’s hands fall to the ground and spill its contents. And, being lost in his own world, Vito didn’t notice the object that came under his foot. And he didn’t notice he was falling until he was flat on the ground.

"Haaa?"

[poisonhalfpint]

He hadn't expected any one to actually bump into him- seeing as he was pretty much visible. However, it didn't seem like this pokemon had even seen him to begin with. The small Nidoran's ears twitched back and forth- he sensed no danger and proceeded in crouching to pull his bag towards his chest- picking up whatever contents, but something else had also caught his eye.

A small coin purse that seemed to have been full and tied shut with a nice little ribbon. Of course- it wasn't Sequoyah's, but he was hungry and he didn't exactly mind taking it anyway. Not the the ghost type was even aware of his current surroundings with that seemingly dazed look on his face. The Nidoran picked up the little sack just as it had all it's other belongings. Standing back up, he bowed towards the Dusknoir. This swipe was going to be easy...

"Sorry to have gotten in your way..." His expression not once faltered in cinematic glee or eagerness. He simply carried on as he would if he hadn't taken anything to begin with. He was more bent on disappearing into the crowded town and getting something to eat... on Dusknoir of course.

[poisonhalfpint]

"It's hotter outside than I expected it to be.... This is going to make things a little more difficult...." He considered his options. His usual routine of thieving was against the odds of most pokemon refusing to wear much during the warmer days of the summer months. He couldn't particularly make a lot of quicker attempts at stealing anything when he couldn't disguise his light brushes as the clothing on the pokemon's own back.

"I'm starting to get hungry, and I don't have much.." He sighs, not once faltering in his serious expression. He silently rooted through his bag, just in case he had anything he could find useful.

[soaringlight]

D'aww <3

[enma-darei]

[rock-bomber]

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