She has been inspired a LOT by the detective Cordelia Cupp in the serie The Residence ✨ (is the sentence correct ?)
I've made 3 oc for this Au including her, bcs I really wanted to have all the crew as suspects for the crime 😈
And yes, her name is a pseudonyme, like 80% of hell population, and yes it's a male name bcs it makes her laugh when peoples thinks they'll meat a man when that's not the case at all 💋 (I love whatever is wrong with her)
I'll make an other post about her lore, her connections, and her future relationships with the crew ✨
Summary: Set two years after the events of Sense & Sensibility, things did not quite work out the way Colonel Brandon hoped they would. He is lonely and tired and resigned to the fact that love was simply not meant for him.
Then one day, visiting Sir John, he meets his friend's distant niece - Miss Evelyn Brown, a kind and talented young woman with a hidden past. To his surprise, she seems determined to befriend him, and with her warm regard, his life takes an unexpected turn.
Henlo all! This is my extremely-close-to-the-deadline-submission for @some-piece’s AU event. I got these 5 characters to chose from: Rebecca - Hachi - Hawkins - Zoro - Paulie. And after contemplating for a long while I decided to put Zoro in an animal shelter AU which automatically became modern AU setting as well as slight!college AU but the main focus will be on the shelter.
2nd person. Genderneutral reader. slight mentions of animal abuse, nothing too bad. 99% fluff!
“Can I help you?”
A young man about your age had walked into the shelter where you worked. He had opened the door quite harshly, making the bell at the top ring, and making you put down the cat you had been brushing for a bit and put it back in its cage. You walked up to the little desk area at the front, where he was standing with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face that only seemed to relax a bit when he heard you speak up.
“Yeah I sent an e-mail, I needed to be here for the volunteer program?”
You thought for a second, suddenly remembering that you had posted an ad at local universities and colleges to come volunteer at the shelter. Most of those students didn’t have the time to come volunteer, but you had gotten a handful of mails. Most of the students never showed up and the only one that had made an appointment for today had made the appointment for two hours earlier so you had just assumed it was going to be another no-show.
“Oh… you’re…”
“-Late I know, I got lost.” You furrowed your brow wondering how someone could get lost for two hours coming from a campus that was only a fifteen minute walk away, but didn’t pry any further, just happy to have some possible assistance.
“Okay! Well, I’ll go get the stuff in order then, you can wait out here for a bit.”
After you got the papers he handed you some form from the school as well and explained that he had to fill in a couple of hours a week with other things than his sports curriculum to get his degree to be complete, and he had jokingly added ‘how hard can it possibly be to look after a bunch of critters’. The statement in itself did not seem to be meant to discredit your work or the animals, but you already saw that he was vastly underestimating just how much effort went into your work. So as soon as all the papers were signed and in order, you could prove him wrong.
“You’re in luck, all the cleaning is already done. It’s feeding time now, and I was doing a round of brushing today, so maybe you could help with that and if we still have time left we can take some dogs out for a walk.”
The grin on his face was confident, and you were taking a little pleasure in knowing it would be wiped off his face in an instant. Your main focus was to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally harm the animals, and to make sure they were properly taken care of. But if it meant this overconfident jock got his ass handed to him, you’d take it.
The day had proceeded as you had expected. Zoro, as he had introduced himself once you got over the formalities, had not been really good with the animals. He was strong, and a hard worker you had to give him that. But the animals… seemed to not really like him, even if he did do his best? Cats hissed, dogs barked, the one abandoned parrot you were temporarily housing had pecked him so hard his finger started bleeding. Luckily for you, he didn’t physically lash out at the animals, but you had heard a whole new array of curse words and insults that you previously didn’t even know existed.
You had spent most of the day explaining all the things to him and helping him out whenever he was really struggling but most of the time you had actually been occupied with trying not to laugh too hard at his failing ministrations.
“You have to be kind, try not to come across as so intimidating. You’re a big bad man that they are scared off, and they’re all just trying to defend themselves,” you said as you petted a big fluffball of a cat while Zoro put fresh water and new food in its cage. The cat was now happily purring and nudging your hand with his head while a few minutes ago it had been aggressively hissing at your volunteer.
Zoro just angrily grumbled in response, finishing up his task so you could put the cat back. You eyed the clock, noticing it was already time for him to leave for the day.
“I’ll release you from your suffering then. See you next week?”
“Wait but you still have all these cages to do?”
“I’m used to doing this all by myself, no worries”
He frowned, and he seemed to be deep in thought for a second.
“I’ll stay until it is done.”
You raised one brow: “are you sure? These hours won’t count towards your total and it is getting quite late.”
He only shrugged in response: “My roommate is gone and I don’t have much better to do. I am volunteering time anyway, what is one extra hour going to do?”
You smiled widely. “Let’s get to it then!”
Even though the animals didn’t seem to like him very much, you couldn’t help but admire this green-haired man and his incredible work ethic. He showed up late often, because even after a few weeks he still managed to get lost regularly. You had just started to say that he needed to be there an hour earlier than he actually had to be there, so with his geographical skills he’d be there on time or even a little early.
Most of the animals still were not that much of a fan of him, but you’d worked out a nice system that ensured fast and efficient work, and as little scratches and bites as possible. You got work done faster, had more time for social media and such, and thus animals got adopted out faster. It was a win-win, and you noticed yourself always looking forward to the days he’d come to help.
Zoro wasn’t really talkative, but would listen to your endless ramblings as you talked about the shelter, all the animals, but eventually also things about your life, your family, your home… he was an excellent listener, and his very blunt character made that he usually came up with very honest opinions and helpful solutions, even when he didn’t necessarily intend them like that. And sometimes, when you stumbled over your words cause you were too focused, or said something that didn’t make sense he would laugh. It was a deep and loud laugh, making his whole upper body shake, and lately whenever he laughed, it made your heart flutter a little. Another reason to look forward to his help, which had already exceeded the number of hours he had to do for his extra credit.
But the semester was coming to an end and you very well knew that even though he seemed to be enjoying his time way more than he initially did, that he would not do extra time. He had his sport’s practices to focus on and his group of friends that frequently went on weekend trips and such, and he had been missing out on a lot of that because of the volunteering he did. You felt a little sad, but had made peace with it. Still, a little voice in the back of your head was nagging more and more often to ask him to meet outside of the shelter. But you didn’t want to seem weird or creepy. Besides. He was obviously a popular college student, finishing up his degree, with a big group of friends that obviously adored him, and model-grade gorgeous. You were just a high school dropout that managed to get a job in a local shelter of which the owner died only a little after you got settled. You were struggling to make ends meet, had little social life besides the animals. You kept telling yourself that the only reason you were feeling so strange whenever Zoro came out to help, was because he was the only one who had made you feel like your life and stories mattered even a little. But you could get used to being all alone in here again with the occasional customer or 1-day volunteer. It was what you were used to. You had already taken far too much advantage of this gorgeous man’s free time.
And then the last day of the semester came. You were finishing up the chores of the day with a heavy heart. You would have to say goodbye, and you would have to keep it professional, since you never worked up the courage to really deepen the connection the two of you had besides working together. Zoro seemed a little uneasy as well, but neither of you was going to bring up the tense atmosphere. Tense was still better than awkward so you rolled with it.
“Well then”, you started as you put your broom away, “you’ve been an amazing help this semester.” You walked over to the front desk and handed him all the papers he’d need to get his credit in order.
“You more than deserved these, too bad I can’t give you a grade.” He chuckled in response.
“I wish I could say I would miss it a lot, but I think my arms are better off scratch-free”
You laughed a little as well, but felt yourself dying on the inside. Of course he wouldn’t miss this place. Or you.
He put the papers away in his bag, and you were staring at the desk, desperately making up sentences in your mind, of which you could utter maybe one, just one, to say what you were feeling and what you really wanted. But anything you came up with seemed so lame, so stupid, so hopeless, so desperate, and even though you felt like all of these things, that was not how you wanted to portray yourself in front of him for all people.
He softly touched your arm, his hand warm, and you jumped at the sudden contact. He stepped back in surprise at your reaction.
“Sorry”, he mumbled, “I just wanted to say that I didn’t mind my time here. You really helped me out well”. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, clearly not too used to being soft in someone’s presence, and he smiled an adorable smile as he said those words, a mix of embarrassment and sincerity on his face. You felt like melting, and had to suppress the urge to just wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. With those broad shoulders and strong arms, you were quite sure that the hug he’d give back would be heavenly. But you didn’t, because again, that would be so strange with no indications beforehand that that was what you wanted.
You nodded, a soft smile on your face as well. “You’re welcome. If you ever have some spare time and get bored, you know the way… or well, you don’t but you’ll find it.” He frowned a little at your remark, but the glint in his eyes betrayed that he found it quite amusing too. He picked up his bag, and opened the door.
“Bye then?”
“Goodbye Zoro”
A box of kittens. You had nearly tripped over them when you left the shelter to go home for the day. The box was in front of the door and weak, tiny mewls already betrayed its content as you did your utmost best to regain your balance. You kneeled down next to it, carefully opened up the top. Four little kittens, way too young to be away from the mother yet. Already emotional from the happenings of the day you felt tears well up in your eyes. You picked up the box and placed it inside, immediately grabbing whatever supplies you could find to keep the kittens warm, furiously wiping at your eyes in order to clear the tears before they could stream down your cheeks. Things like this could make you so furious. And oh, if only Zoro was still here to calm you down and help out a little.
You had to take a few deep breaths and gather your thoughts. You had to get out, running for some kitten milk. These babies needed their nutrients and you’d probably spend the night in the shelter making sure they were fed whenever they needed it, keeping an eye on them. So you’d have to go get an overnight bag. But that would mean you would be away from them for a considerable time. You decided that the food was the most important part and literally sprinted to the most nearby pet store, mentally reminding yourself to book an appointment at the vet asap when you were back.
Sunken deep in thoughts, you weren’t seeing where you were walking, running straight into someone, stumbling and falling on your back in the process. Great. That was what you needed. Some public humiliation while you were already at the verge of a little breakdown.
You started to mumble a string of incoherent apologies when you looked up at a surprisingly familiar figure.
“y/n?”
“Zoro? What are you doing here?”
“The apartment I live in is right here. What are you doing here?” He pointed upward at an apartment building and offered you his hand to get up. You grabbed it, and for a split second you wondered how he could possibly take up to two hours to get to the shelter from his apartment that was even closer to the shelter than his college campus was. But then you were back on your feet and you remembered the kittens. Your mind immediately regained some focus again.
“Kittens”
“What?”
“Someone dropped a box of newborn kittens at the door. They will die without supervision, milk and warmth. So I'm getting some food for them and I’ll be staying the night with them to keep an eye on them” You managed to get all things out in one breath, almost turning to start walking again. No matter how much more time you actually wanted to spend in his presence, you knew it was a race against the clock to help the little babies, and those were your top priority right now.
Zoro’s eyes grew wide. No matter how much he didn’t always connect with some of your furry friends that he had to take care of, he too was filled with rage when he had heard tales of people mishandling them and the reason why some were so scared and defensive when he was too loud or too brisk. You apologized again, explaining that you really had to go, that time was of the essence, and started walking. You were surprised to notice Zoro walking with you.
“I’ll come with you.”
“What?”
“I’ll come with you. You need food too. And probably some blankets or something for the night right? You need some rest if you are going to take care of everything we usually do and then the new kittens on top of that. I’ll help”
It was not a question, not even an offer. More a matter-of-a-fact-statement and even though every polite fiber in your being was telling you to follow etiquette and politely tell him that that was absolutely not necessary, you couldn’t push away the overwhelming relief and admiration you felt for this man in that moment and you accepted his help immediately.
You were back at the shelter in a matter of minutes, basic supplies for the kittens in hand, and the vet already on the phone as you followed their instructions on how to take care of them overnight, so you could bring them in for checkup and more detailed advice first thing in the morning. Knowing that Zoro would come and help you out, had done wonders for your mood, your resolve and your nerves. You felt more steady, like you could actually pull this off without neglecting either the kittens or any of the other animals that also needed your attention.
Zoro had promised to go get some things to make the night at the shelter a little more comfortable and something for you to eat, because he figured you probably were starving at that point. And while you had not eaten yet, the adrenaline made you not feel the hunger. Now that things were calming down and the adrenaline was wearing off, you could feel your stomach grumble and you were mentally thanking your green-haired hero for his considerate streak. He had literally no obligation to help you out in any way. He was no longer officially volunteering. He had nothing to gain. He was probably on his ways to get a couple of beers and blissfully pass out after an evening of fun with his roommates. But he had seen you in distress and decided to help, and it had warmed your heart and given you renewed energy.
The kittens were left to sleep a little after you had given all the first help that you could under the phone-guidance of the local vet clinic, and now you were nervously waiting on the couch for Zoro to return. You were nervous cause of the kittens, but you also caught yourself being a little nervous about the fact that he’d be keeping you company for the night. Not that you were seeing this as a date of any kind, but just the mere idea gave you the shivers in a nervous kind of way.
He arrived only a little after you sat down, bag with a big blanket and some drinks in one hand, and another one holding a steaming bag of takeaway food.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, I got -”
“lost” you chuckled, “no worries, I got the first things taken care off”
You patted the spot next to you on the couch. “Sit down, thank you for getting food. And thank you for helping out… I… I think I might have had a little breakdown if it wasn’t for your presence”
He shrugged off the praise. “I am already used to helping out here, and besides, I kind of liked spending time with you, so a little extra won’t hurt”.
He said those words so easily, you wanted to smack him for how casual he was about it, and how bluntly and honestly he expressed his feelings, while you shared the same feelings but didn’t dare utter a single word. You grabbed the food instead and the blanket, sitting down so you could both sit down comfortably, keep an eye on the kittens and eat without too many problems. He got the hint, and made himself more comfortable on the couch as well.
The evening flew by. You had food, checked up on the kittens regularly per the vet’s instructions, and since there were no other chores to do, you could actually have some proper talks with Zoro. He was still not really as talkative, but he answered your questions, told you some more details about his life that he had not mentioned before. You could almost physically feel yourself growing more and more attracted to him, and nearly felt guilty about it.
Despite all the adrenaline wearing you off and making you tired, you stayed up a remarkably long time, Zoro’s company and the kittens keeping you awake for longer than you had expected to stay up. But now it was nearing 4am and you were feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You were telling Zoro something about why you dropped out of high school, but you kept losing track of your own sentences. You had to think long and hard before repeating the few words you had already said. The playful smirk that was present on his face as you were struggling to find cohesion in your story didn’t help either. He thought it incredibly endearing, and when your eyes finally shut without opening again, and a soft snore could be heard, he very carefully moved you a bit so you would lay more comfortably. He crossed his arms and legs and leaned back in order to get some shuteye as well.
You woke up to your alarm, that you had set up to go off every few hours, just so you could check up on the kittens and go through all the steps again. Your eyes and whole body felt heavy and it was harder to get up than expected. Not only because you were incredibly tired still, but also because a muscled arm was snugly resting around your midsection. You were sure you had fallen asleep on one end of the couch, but for some reason, you were leaning on Zoro, and he had wrapped an arm around you to secure you and make sure you didn’t slip off the couch.
Your heart skipped a beat and you got up rather briskly. Of course, the sudden movement made Zoro wake up as well, and he seemed just as embarrassed as you were about the slightly compromising positions you had been napping in. You quickly cleared your throat, muttering ‘kittens’ before standing up, checking up on the babies and going through the motions. Without having to say anything, Zoro got up and started the morning chores already. It was way too early for those, but before you could protest he said that he’d get them started as long as you were working on the kittens, so you both could have a little more rest before your planned vet visit. You gave him a grateful smile.
When the work was done, you called Zoro back, and you both sat down on the couch again. He seemed incredibly relaxed, almost as if he had forgotten that you were practically cuddling a little while ago, the mere thought of the sensation of his strong arm holding you making your heart race again. You shifted positions seven times in the span of three minutes and you could feel him staring at you, one brow raised in confusion at your almost yoga-like contortions you were trying in order to get comfortable.
“Are you okay y/n?”
“Yeah...I...I just… I don’t know how I could ever thank you properly”
“Well… I already got my credit. But your head resting on my chest was kind of nice. Maybe a goodnight kiss before we go to sleep again for a little while?” He sounded casual, but he was avoiding eye-contact, regretting the words as they left his mouth. Your eyes grew so big they were about to pop up out of your sockets.
“I mean, if you don’t mind if not… I…” Now it was his turn to get flustered, the little bit of smooth talk he had had earlier completely gone as the inner panic set in of maybe misunderstanding your previous actions, glances, words, and ministrations.
You gathered up all your courage, and gave him a soft peck on the lips, seeing his eyes widen in surprise and the tips of his ears turn red before you rested your head on his broad chest. “You know for that payment, I’m willing to hire you as a full time worker here.” you hummed contently. He let out a few confused grunts, surprised by your bout of confidence, not seeing that you were trying to hide the insane embarrassment on your face. Face red, he managed to utter just one response before you drifted off into sleep again.
“I’m gonna need a little more payment than just that. But well, I’ll consider it”
His words might have sounded out of context, when not out of sense, by Samwell but Aemon knew it better. As rain dropped against his skin, he sensed a familiarity that no words could verbalize. Despite the closeness of death, or perhaps because of it, Aemon heard an answer to his mention, from the voice he missed the most.
“Did you now, brother? Always a dreamer if I recollect well.”
A smile was softly drawn upon his lips. To Samwell’s astonishment, Aemon replied to the voice he could not hear:
“I was. One whose dreams few would give attention upon, I included.”
Egg was like Aemon remembered him. Tall with large shoulders, handsome features, a friendly welcoming in his lilac eyes. The silvery locks fell upon the younger one’s shoulders and no sign of disease marked his constitution: he was as strong as the last time Aemon saw his brother. The former Targaryen king wore a red long cloak revolved with golden stones; his long robes took in a deep shade of blue, nearly mistaken to black. A gold belt tied the silk around his waist. His boots were black. Every inch of him was one fit for a king.
‘What happened to you, Aemon? Your eyes were not like this the last time I saw you.”
Aemon chuckled.
“My eyes began to fail after a while. I’m blind.”
“The Gods are cruel.” Egg still wore the Targaryen crown as he took a seat next to his older and favourite brother. “Why sparing you for so many years if now you cannot see at all?”
Even now, his presence warmed the older one’s heart. He felt young again and perhaps there were even some tears forming in his eyes.
“There is more than life. I saw what I had to see, I read what I was allowed to read. I suppose I made good use of my eyes. My memory is good because of them.”
“Damn it, you are as wise as I remember.” Egg laughed and the sound of it brought a smile to Aemon. “Nonetheless, I cannot forgive you for refusing the crown. You’d probably the oldest king of Westeros.”
At that, Aemon smirked:
“A decision I don’t regret. It was not my place to stay anyway. I do not have to explain it to you again, Egg. Plus, I thought forgiveness was granted when you sent me Ser Duncan to follow me to the Wall”
The wrinkles of age was still perceptible in Egg’s face and Aemon asked himself whether this was part of his mind trick. He could tell by Samwell’s astonishment that he was seen as a madman. Nonetheless, maybe there was a chance that Aemon hoped this to be a real scene, not something his mind made up.
“You were the one I loved the best”, said Egg. “Which is why I’m here.”
“Don’t say that. You are not real.”
Egg laughed. And Aemon wished he’d be young again.
“Why’d you think that, old man? You dreamed about dragons and here they are! Alive again! On the free cities, under the leadership of a princess named Daenerys.”
“Ay”, Aemon grinned, “the stormborn. But what a terrible thing is to be a Targaryen alone in this world.”
Egg placed a hand on top of his brother’s shoulder. The touch felt real. Maybe Sam said something, but Aemon paid him no mind.
“You did what you could. The girl will live, Aemon. Besides, Brynden Rivers still lives as the Three Eyed Crow.”
Aemon pondered at this, but hesitated. Their conversation, however, is interrupted by Samwell’s protests in going back inside as the mere rain turned out to be a great storm. Aemon let out a moan, but because he feared the ghost of his brother would abandon him... and that his figure was a result of the production of his mind, which saddened him.
But back at the cabin, Egg was to be seen close to the fireplace, much to his relief.
“You thought I would be gone?” This time, the conversation sounded as it happened inside his head.
“You left this world before I did”, he lamented.
“You lived too see what happened to my descendants”, Egg smiled at his older brother even though there was little pride to be seen in his eyes.
“The end of our dynasty.” It was all he thought as Samwell and that woman... Gilly... dressed him in warmer clothes, making sure to look after him. But Aemon grew tired at every effort.
“I place my hopes in the Daenerys girl.” Egg insisted, ever the optimistic with sharp tongue. Oh how he’d been missed. Aemon smiled at him, remembering his talkative nature as a child.
Egg approached his dying brother and took a seat next to him. For a moment, he looked not the 30-ish year old king, but a rather much younger boy in the flourish of his witty remarks and strong will, of a gentleness in heart.
“You concern me.”
Aemon chuckled, but it sounded like a cough.
“Me? How so?”
“You are dying.” He was straight as he’d ever been. “You think this is part of your mind and do not believe this is real.”
Aemon let out a sigh escape him.
“I thought...”
But speaking was difficult for him. Aegon completed the sentence, though:
“...that you’d die alone in the comfort of your bed without giving trouble to others? Well, you can be unbearable proud and headstrong, brother. This is not happening.”
There was a moment silence, that comfortable sort of one, broke out between the brothers although the cabin was in the midst of tears from the woman, the nervouness of Samwell Tarly and the crying out of the baby. Wave hit the ship, there was some yelling outside which could only mean a storm was coming.
“I worry I’m not leaving out here alive.” He confessed at last.
“You can be useful elsewhere.” Egg said it kindly as if offering his brother a comfort. “Father and mother await. Those you loved too.”
Aemon knew he spoke of her. His heart ached. But nothing else could be said or remembered. He swallowed.
“You look like you are in pain.” Egg desperated, but when Aemon gave out his hand, the younger one promptly took it. The bond between them did not disappear through time and this brought tears from both men’s eyes. They reconnected.
“I’m feeling better.” He whispered. “But it’s damn cold.”
“A storm is coming, but I’m not leaving you.”
Aemon smiled weakly.
“You never really did.”
“Nay”, Aegon returned the smile. “Never in truth would I abandon my favourite brother.”
Aemon grew tired, but his brother’s squeeze of his hand assured him this was all real.
“It’s time”, the former king spoke softly.
“How is father?” He heard himself saying.
“He is good. Proud of you. Every now and then lamenting you were not the king he wanted you to be.” Aegon the Vth laughed. “We all are. Proud of you.”
Aemon nodded his head. There was a silent message between them. One’s eyes filled with fear of the unknown and the other’s filled with comfort. Suddenly all of the scene brought him cold. It was... unbearable cold and difficult to breathe.
“Let it go”, counselled Aegon.
Before he knew it, Aemon fell asleep in the midst of the storm. If one Targaryen was born out of it, the other left to it....//
Posface:
Aemon was young again. He was twenty years of age, young and foolish. But no burdens of age, body or even of mundane matters weighted upon him. He was...free.
“There we go!” Aegon beamed when seeing his brother side by side.
“Up to mischief now, boys?”
A female voice was heard. As Aemon turned to see who spoke to him, he was found rather surprised--not to mention he was thrilled--to see his mother receiving him. He promptly embraced her and the reunion soon became a joyous reunion for these Targaryens.
Disease was soon forgotten and what was all better was that he could see again. Like a young lad, he turned to Egg and exclaimed:
“I can see again!”
“I’m glad you do.” He laughed. “Let us get you re-accostumed in making use to your eyes again, shall we?”
“Like the older days?”
“Like the older days”, Egg confirmed. “But first... father and our brothers would like to see you.”
Under the supervision of their mother, a very thrilled Aemon was accompanied by his beloved brother Aegon to this new world where there was no such a thing as death or other burdens to carry upon his shoulder. It was then the gods smiled upon him and for many reasons, Aemon was a victor few members of his long dynasty could ever have been...
Lorsque un combat s'éternise et que l'adrénaline l'emporte, Lucas voit sa personnalité grandement altéré et devient violent et colérique. Cela est dû au fait que pendant des années, il a été hanté par un Ectoplasma. Il fait des crises assez rarement, mais quand cela se produit, c'est suffisamment impressionnant pour que les gens qui l'aperçoit dans cet état le surnom "le moine fou" parce qu'après chaque combat, il purifie les lieux avec des rituels et des prières alors que l'instant d'avant il était prêt à tous détruire dans un accès de folie terrifiant voir démoniaque.
Cette personnalité contraste beaucoup avec son côté tendre, bon enfant et joyeux qu'il a en temps normal. Ceux qui le connaissent savent à quoi s'attendre et évite en général de revenir le défier s'ils ne sont pas sûr de faire un combat rapide.
Lucas médite énormément pour apprendre à se contrôler et pratique l'art et le skate pour canaliser son énergie.
Même en sachant que c'est l'adrénaline du combat qui le met dans cet état, il ne peut pas s'empêcher d'aimer ça!
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ECTOPLASMA:
C'est son principal pokémon de combat.
Un jour, lorsqu'il était encore adolescent, son comportement était si violent et incohérent que les moines de la Tour Carillon ont décidé avec l'aide du champion de Rosalia, Mortimer, de l'exorciser. Quel fut leur surprise de voir qu'un Ectoplasma le possédait! Le pokémon fut chassé.
Cependant, Lucas, bien que débarrassé du pokémon malfaisant ressentait un vide. Il ne ressentait plus la joie, la colère, ni même la tristesse. Il était sans émotion. L'Ectoplasma était devenu avec le temps une partie de son âme et en l'exorcisant il a perdu ces facultés émotionnelles.
Il a cherché Ectoplasma et l'a retrouvé seul dans les ruines de la tour cendré visiblement très triste d'être seul lui aussi. Lucas accepte de se faire posséder par lui de nouveau et finalement, ils deviennent des partenaires indissociable!
Le lien entre Lucas et Ectoplasma est si fort et profond qu'ils sont capable de communiquer entre eux et de se comprendre normalement. De plus Ectoplasma a hérité des yeux bleus de Lucas et Lucas du sourire inquiétant de Ectoplasma quand il grimace et de son côté farceur.
Une autre particularité, c'est que Ectoplasma n'est jamais dans sa pokéball, mais dans l'ombre de Lucas et les deux sont toujours prêt à faire les quatre cent coup.
“I’m surrounded by idiots!”
Four retarded OC <3
From the top---
Ivory by @hibiyalicorice
Andy by @biazur
Sasha by @cuteouji
And my Lotus---
They are four class mates … And they’re really idiots.
I’ve sketched this copyng a random fanart of Final fantasy XV that I see on google /Sorry but I don’t know the original artist ç3ç / ---- In the “Final Fantasy XV-AU” Lotus is Ignis, Sasha is Noctis, Andy is PRompto and IVory is a smaaaaaaaaa[…]aaaall Gladio :°°°D With horns. *Lel*
