#mocrosoftoffice

[skull-daddy]

Starlight || Molayne & Guzma

It had been a while since they’d actually met. That was all Guzma could think as he strutted up Mount Hokulani, because he was too hard to take the bus. That was him. Big bad Guzma from Team Skull, and he didn’t take shit from nobody, not even some jank bus drivers. Also the buses didn’t tend to run this late at night, so there was that, but mostly it was because he was too hard for something dumb like a bus. He totally wasn’t trying to avoid thinking about the confrontation he was about to have.

But he was Guzma. He didn’t get scared. So he ran one hand through fluffy, bleached hair and practiced what he was going to say in his head. Gimme a laptop, yo. Gimme a laptop that’ll let me on the boxes. My team needs their teams, Mo, you get what I’m putting down? That sounded good. Nice and strong, Guzma. Project it. Let him know you won’t take no for an answer. He hunched in on himself. It had been a long, long while since they’d actually met.

And here he was. Climbing the mountain to visit an old friend he’d cut out of his life. Big bad Guzma from Team Skull.

[scrubs-and-cigs]

Alolan Nerd || Molayne & Petrel

Petrel deserved a vacation of some sort. Probably. And not necessarily because he’d done anything impressive. Mostly just because he needed to be out of KohJoh for a little while, get a breath of fresh air, expand into new horizons. It just so happened that this new horizon was motherfucking Alola. Premium vacation destination? Check. Beautiful scenery, rare pokemon, things to do? Check. Shitty little room at a motel on route 8? Check. It was bound to be a good vacation—Petrel just needed to network with some of the big name on the regional black market and find some good contacts, and then he could spend as much time goofing off as he wanted. Like right now. While he was sightseeing instead of getting any work done.

Considering himself a man of science, even though it happened to be biology, chemistry, medicine, Petrel couldn’t help but be drawn like a mothim to an ember to the Hokulani Observatory, and though it took a several hour long bus ride up the side of a mountain in a tiny metal can of a bus, it was worth it; the view was extraordinary, and so was the building itself. Petrel almost found himself spending the entire visit outside admiring it all, but eventually managed to bring himself to actually head inside and look around. It was all very interesting. He wondered if they did shows.

The thought sticking in his mind, he continued to wander around the observatory, eyeing displays until he finally decided, what the hell? He may as well ask and see. Eying the nearest person who seemed to be an employee, he beelined straight for them, plastering his usual plastic smile onto his face. “Hey, do you guys have a planetarium or anything? Like, do you do shows?”

[mvgenta-blog]

Obsidian: What was the bravest thing you've done?

“the bravest thing i’ve ever done..” she hesitates in thought - what was the bravest thing she has ever done? her life has always seemed so full of empty regrets, not bravery and courage. however, she purses her lips; there’s only one answer she can think of. “the bravest thing i’ve ever done is fled. fled from the chaos, left my life behind and started fresh - that is what i’d consider the bravest.”

[a-mitsuhide-blog]

shooting star - mitsuhide & molayne

starter for @mocrosoftoffice

Curled fingers reach for the book perching on the topmost shelf, he manages to grab it with ease. Smiling, the young warlord walks around the place, eyes to the sky and ears to the ground. The bookstore is quiet, of which the few that are milling about are tending to their own business. A hum escapes his lips and he steps into a designated area to light a pipe.

As the smoke rises in curlicues, he removes the pipe from his lips and a huff and puffed grin escapes him. Once more, he is remains in the solitude of a large antique bookstore, of which mystery reigns supreme and any doubts can be fashioned from the musty old pages of the books that call this repository home.

Mitsuhide  takes another puff of the pipe, and exhales very, very slowly. His eyes are pinned to the sight of the smoke rising into the aether. How is it, he wonders, that a person like this, like myself, be in the solitude of my own company? How indeed? But here he is, being in the solitude of his own company. He smiles again, this time a little wider.

He peers out of his seated position within the smoker’s box, like a caged animal observing outwards, unable to break free. His eyes roam over the remaining few person in the bookstore and blue irises lock upon a curious man standing nearby him. So he extinguishes the pipe and leaves its remains in the box and heads out into the musty air. Black hair swept aside with trailing glances, he approaches the man and says, “Hello, may I ask to what you are perusing?”

The warlord feels exposed, having stepped from the safety of the box and into the unknown. Outside, night is falling and an observatory lies in the distant horizon. He really shouldn’t have come to Alola, if this was all he were to experience. But, he kept his mind open and ready for what this interesting man would surprise him with.