#ignisleaena

[avoiided]

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

[a-young-lion]

[[ Starter for @ignisleaena ]]

Serena had thought she was getting used to everything she saw in the multiverse. Being lost in a crowd of people and with no idea where to buy food was a different matter.

Wearing a hood over her head, she decided to ask for help from a stranger in a cap. "Um, e-excuse me, do you know where I-I could buy a snack?"

[telepxrting]

@ignisleaena caught a thief!

Ian often thought himself stealthy. He weighed so little that his footsteps were often soundless, his mark in the dirt almost indistinguishable in all but the softest of soil. He was built and made to be quiet, fast, and hard to catch... and he’d spent the whole day exploiting that. His backpack was heavy laden with trinkets of all shapes and sizes that he’d nabbed from unsuspecting shoppers in thick towns and the outskirts of cities. He kept a blanket in between each of his items as well, preventing them from knocking together. 

Yes, he was the picture of perfect stealth. Practically invisible. Or so he thought. 

It seemed he’d gotten cockier than he deserved to be, for as he reached for his next victim’s bag of goodies, a dark hand clamped itself down onto his wrist. Ian let out a squeak of surprise, digging his heels into the ground and fighting to release himself. He almost screamed, almost, but the stranger’s eyes on him made his throat catch and his blood run cold. 

He knew he was in trouble. 

[rottenrhythmsarchive-blog]

(@ignisleaena)

The hybrids looked up–the three of them had been resting in a pile in the bottom of their cage, no longer caring about petty things like personal space. Lyrah was the first to speak. She pushed a matted lock of fur from her face and muttered, “Who…who knows. I figured someone would come check this place eventually, but… maybe they just figured we were better off dead.

“...’better off dead’ my ass. I ain’t about t’let anyone waste away in here.” Roxie grabs a Dusk Ball and spikes it to the floor, releasing her Toxicroak. A simple point is all the information he needs; the Fighting-type begins going to work on the cage’s bars.

As Toxicroak focuses on getting the hybrids out, Roxie squats down to meet Lyrah’s eyes. “So, uh... you mind givin’ me some backstory?”

[hclmaroc]

Lyrah's sitting in front of Helm's nest, quite alone. Nobody's quite sure as to why.

The massive bird responds to the sight by perching on the edge of his nest and tilting his head at her. She was the last person he expected to see here.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his words were spoken in a low rumble, but truthfully, he was more curious than angry.

[crudelisx-archived]

@ignisleaena​

      Here we see, off in a secluded area, the Hex Maniac with all of her Pokemon out of their ball.    ALL NINE OF THEM.

      Rules didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t leaving HER precious companions behind in a dumb box. She already disliked having them in a ball and not being able to get them all LUXURY balls. she was lucky enough Banshee had that (no pun intended) luxury.

      Banshee, of course, was at Dark’s SIDE, basking in the gently loves and affections she was being given. Dementia was playfully flirting with his mate, Desdemona whom was jokingly ignoring and rejecting him with her nose in the air and head turned away. Morticia watched as Link and Hecate frolicked and played. Ashes, Boudica and Poe all sat off to the side, conversing and sharing Poke beans; occasionally getting TACKLED by Hecate for fun!

      Humans were disgusting. Why did SHE have to be one? Why couldn’t SHE be a Pokemon? Oh, well... At least she had her lovable companions AND their trust.

[avoiided]

Dit grinned. "One shapeshifter to another, I know who you are no matter what you look like. What on earth happened to you, Mister Goopy Man? Poor dude. You're not NEARLY as much fun to copy now. Want a reminder of what you used to look like? You were tall, goopy, and creepy-- just like this!!"

Gaster scowled at Dit- or, rather, he scowled at this image of his former self. How he wished he could transform into his normal form. He’d make Dit regret trying to taunt him with his own visage. 

“Close. But I wasn’t nearly as annoying as you. And this change isn’t permanent. If you don’t want me to rip you apart when I turn back, you might want to get out of my face.”

[aeiou-agent-dreid]

Talk about a red head.

Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

“Well she ain’t fully a red head, but Lyrah has this really cool streak of red ‘n yellow in her hair. Fur. Stuff. Ya’d think it was done by a salon or somethin’, but apparently it’s natural for her!”