Nerves of Steel

"All those shining stars at night are the stones I'll never get to know..." Steven Stone apt | 4.204 wife | machi daughter | aoi Geologist

[assthetic-trash]

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Now who was it that would receive quite the treatment from the steel specialist? Some unlucky girl with lovely ginger hair, it seemed. He approached her, a thought in mind of how to prank this one. Yes...it was perfect...this idea of his...

Now, don't be startled, Asuka, as a hand descends on your shoulder and a tall man leans in, voice a low murmur and almost threatening.

"You should really have hidden all the evidence..."

"I know." 

[rockhardrocks]

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Now...some may ask, why was it...that the former champion of the Hoenn region...was in his boxers? The answer is simple. There isn't one. Was this illegal? Would anyone be putting this man in handcuffs and escorting him from the premises? It didn't seem like it, which was unfortunate for the general public....or very fortunate, depending on how nice you thought those Hot Hot Legs were.

Either way, it was a petite woman with the fluffiest cloud of hair that was approached by him, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Steel blue hair wavered in the wind as a hand was raised, his pants cluched tightly in the fingers there. He leaned in to the young girl, a serious expression leaking into his tone. The fabric was pushed up towards the smaller's face.

"Eat...my...shorts."

[rockhardrocks]

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First off, Steven Stone had never thought he’d settle down and have children—or, ah, much less be assigned one to take care of (along with a SPOUSE…), so when he learned that his new daughter was an extremely talented idol, well, he was pretty overwhelmed…and a little starstruck! As he came to learn things about her, he found that she was sweet, smart, and probably didn’t hate his company! …Which was all he could really ask for, anyway.

What the champion was eventually coming to feel, he realized, was an attachment for the young girl. He had already been looking forward to bonding with her, graciously accepting his new position as father, but her smile was starting to become something that just…was the sun that brightened his day. He may not have been the one to originally raise her, but he felt proud of Aoi and her accomplishments. He wanted to help her reach more of her goals. It was amazing how easily a ‘father’ could fall to his ‘daughter’ and desire to give her the stars.

So when he was backstage at one of her concerts, waiting for the idol to finish her performance and enter the area behind the curtains, he had a smile on his face and a gift cupped in his hands.

When the young face framed by blue locks appeared from the stage beyond, he perked to attention and moved swiftly to catch her gaze before the rest of the crew could steal her away. In his palms, he held out the gift; a gleaming Shiny Stone from his collection—the light within as dazzling as the performance Aoi had undoubtedly given—and a few flowers as per tradition for celebrities to receive. 

"I’m so proud," he started, as the smaller started to be pulled away from him by her producers and make up crew. There wasn’t a lot of time for conversation, so he could only beam after her as the manager babbled and the costume designer fussed over her dress.

"I love you..!" 

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[deadscorpionwalking]

Ohboy. Miscommunication. Or maybe his own lack of knowledge in this case.

"Apologies." Julius carefully avoided making eye contact because wow, was this embarrassing. He’d long since trained himself to be free of nervous ticks, but this was probably the kind of situation that would make most people unconsciously tuck hair behind their ears.

"My understanding is that tag is a… form of recreation that takes place between friends. I didn’t know that the rules allowed for one to simply tag strangers off the street."

[rockhardrocks]

This poor person...they didn't understand how this game really worked. How it really worked. For real. And not made up.  

"The only rule of tag is to not be it!" A smug announcement--confidence seeping from each syllable. Well, he usually found himself speaking confidently, seeing as he was a Champion. That's not important, though. What IS important is tag.

"You cheated, though. I tagged you and you made me take it back. You have to be it or I'm going to win by default." Still, with these words, he was wary of his appendages. No need for those to get compromised...again...

[solotheory]

As she counted and allowed the other to run,  she finally got towards the end where she would open her eyes and search for the player. Now, the thing about this was, it was a big city so she could have just been played like a harp, strings and all. Was it that she was too trusting? Either way, she looked both left and right, moving forward with a smile as random people walked past her. But it was only one step before she noticed someone who looked a bit out of place from how they were standing, and a man hiding right behind them crouched down.

The passerby had whispered for help since the male was doing far too much, using them as a shield! She also had plans so she couldn’t have this! Lightly playing around, the female went past the girl acting as if she didn’t see Steven at all. “I wonder where he could be?” It didn’t take long until Ayano turned her back and then slightly sat on the other as he was crouching.

"I wonder, I wonder where he could be."

[rockhardrocks]

He thought all had been lost when his shield whispered a plea to the young woman with the red scarf, but miraculously, his position had not been revealed. She had no idea where he was! She was completely clueless. Tag was for chumps, he should play hide-and-seek.

When he felt the light pressure on his back, however, he was confused. Did this....did this count as a tag...? She hadn't said anything, so, maybe...maybe, it was only an official tag if you SAID it. Yes, of course. He was still safe. God...she'd never ever think to look right beneath her. I mean, really! Who sits on the opponent without knowing they're there! Haha! Hahaha! What a pro he was, he thought to himself, stifling his own chuckle with his palm. It was only a matter of time until victory now. Staying as still as stone, the steel specialist bode his time until the right moment.

The girl in front of him fidgeted. She wanted to go home. Who were these people. Why was this happening. She was going to miss the release of Nicki Minaj's new music video. What a tragic life...

[rockhardrocks]

What's that smell...smells like....a fake champ....

[phantomknob]

That one time he played tag with his demon butler is absolutely irrelevant, thank you.

Lithe arms folding across his chest, he eyes the elder man with surprisingly patronising distaste - especially for one of his age and demeanour - before turning his head, the perfect image of a child in a huff. Which, of course, is precisely what he is.

"Old enough to see the futility in your actions," he says sourly. "If this is a ruse to make friends in this place, it strikes more as an act of immature desperation. But I’ll humour you."

Yet he strides towards the man, little heels click-clacking against the tarmac, and jabs one little finger right into his lower arm.

"Tag," he says, the smirk on his face growing, "and no tag-backs.” The words seem slightly unfamiliar on such a refined, mature mouth, but that evil little grin is unmistakably childish. In an… evil sort of way.

[rockhardrocks]

Wow! A seriously disrespectful kid, if he ever saw one. As a proper, mature adult, Steven could be confidant in his age-related superiority over this stupid kid with an eyepatch. Like, really, what does he think he is? A pirate? Please....pirates have peg legs and Chatot. God. 

"What? Why would I want to make friends with a fake pirate? That's preposterous." He wasn't even talking like a pirate. Where were the 'Arrgh's or the 'Ayeee, matey's?

He was so caught up in this train of thought that it hadn't even occurred to him to step away from the sudden approach of the short male. And now he was tagged. And...no...tag-backs.

This kid was going down.

Now, some innocent passerby were likely going to have their lifespan reduced by about twenty years considering the appearance of a 7 foot tall metal monster in the middle of the walkway, but Steven seemed unfazed. 

"Take it back," whispered the champion trainer, narrowing his gaze at Ciel as his Aggron took a step forwards. "Take it back or it's on." 

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Maybe he DIDN’T know anything about being an adult…but he sure as hell knew how children behaved and THIS!! This man’s behaviour was a Grade A Example of how a child would act. No doubt. He may be an adult…but at heart…a baby.

The blond watched as the steel-haired man reached out for the businessman, making no moves to stop him nor apologize to the concerned man. Steven had one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything he ever wanted in one moment. And he didn’t let it slip…no. He captured it.

Truly inspiring…wipes a tear…

Roxas refrained from commenting on the man’s sudden burst of energy. The handshake startled him a bit, but he let him shake nonetheless.

“Eh?”

Oh. Right. This guy was a stranger.

“Uh, name’s Roxas. And you’reeeee…??”

[rockhardrocks]

Still gripping the poor kid's hands, he waited intently for the name to be spoken. Here it came, tumbling from the lips of the younger individual. Weaving its way into his ears. Music. Lovely. This name, he could easily remember. Just like his wife's, actually!

"It's wonderful to meet you, Rock's ass! My name is Steven. Steven Stone!" 

Ah, how wonderful. He'd already made a new friend here! One who had even played tag with him...and allowed him to include a third person who was now doomed with the title of being 'it' instead of him. What could he do now? How could he truly forge a solid bond between them?

"Say, Rock's ass, would you happen to be a Pokemon Trainer?" He looked old enough to have started his journey by now...It wasn't apparent how many people here really had any pokemon, considering he hadn't really seen any, but it didn't hurt to ask. He was always itching for battle from time to time...so maybe this would be a fine opportunity! 

[deadscorpionwalking]

Having confirmed that his shoulder wasn’t bleeding, Julius let go of it and the stranger’s hand. But the rather flat look he was leveling at the poor guy didn’t change.

It wasn’t like Julius had never heard of tag, but it was certainly something he had little personal experience in, though by certain definitions, chasing a target through a city might qualify as a form of tag. Maybe.

"Sorry," Julius said. "But I don’t understand why you would choose me to be… it."

[rockhardrocks]

Wary now of this very rude and irritable individual, Steven kept his distance. He didn't need his hand nearly crushed for a second time--and he didn't intend to make any moves that would result in that happening. Of course, if worse came to worst, he always had his Pokemon to back him up.

"Well...I chose you to be it because I wanted to play the game. Would there be any other reason? You reacted quite distastefully, however, and now I'm not really in the mood to play anymore..." Heartbroken. Positively shattered. That's what he was. 

"You're mean."