#veloxian

[chxnnelist]

rules lawyer \\ jax && sylvia

bJax hadn’t been over Sylvia’s house for quite some time, but she wasn’t very worried about it.  She was assuming that he was figuring out how to handle the hard drive situation, which was something they needed to tread carefully.  Sylvia had purchased several large law textbooks from the bookstore that she had been annotating and taking notes from very diligently.

She had just finished filling her sixth notebook when she heard Phi waking up outside.  Sylvia slapped the notebook shut and placed it on top of the rather precarious stack of books on her living room table to check the front door.  It was rather early in the morning for visitors, so she wasn’t surprised to see Jax heading up the cobblestone path that led to her door.  She opened it up and gestured for him to enter.

Sylvia attempted to stifle a yawn that was threatening to give away her all-nighter and smiled.  “Long time, no see.  I hope you’re not here with another gunshot wound.”  He appeared fine, but he also seemed to be good at hiding his problems.  “I hope you’ve been getting enough sleep.”  It was hypocritical of her to even say it, but she was used to staying up all night.

“Let me get you some tea, it’s pretty early so I’ll make something invigorating.”  She motioned for him to sit in the living room before jetting off to the kitchen to brew a quick pot.  She tossed in allspice, peppermint, orange peel, cinnamon bark and black pepper before letting it seep.  Soon enough she was whisking herself back into the living room with two cups.  Xan apparently had been awoken by the front door and was sleepily exiting Sylvia’s bedroom; she was practically dragging herself along the floor as she hopped up onto the seat next to Jax.

“So what’s going on?”

[saffronist]

@veloxian​

sabrina wakes with a howl behind her teeth. she’s had her fair share of bad dreams, of terrifying premonitions that she can’t escape; hell, parts of her life are nightmare material, but nothing like this. all she can see is fire and blood and gold eyes and a scream—

it takes an agonizingly long moment for her heart to stop thudding like a drum in her chest. the only sound she can hear is her own quickened breaths, until her alakazam stirs in its pokeball on her night table, no doubt reacting to the emotional spike she’s transmitted. [ all is well ] , she sends it, and the pokeball stills. she leaves the warmth of her bed, wary of what will come to her if she goes back to sleep. the clock on the wall reads 2:47 am and sabrina prepares herself for a sleepless night.

she washes up in the bathroom before heading to her small kitchen where she prepares a cup of tea. as the water boils, she finds herself running over the events of her dream, trying to distinguish what exactly she is being warned of. all she can recall is so much screaming and wrangled metal and is that smoke she smells. sabrina owes a lot to her powers of precognition and is certainly glad she has them, but times like this — spent attempting to muddle through hazy memories to interpret whatever the future holds — she wishes things would be more simple. with a frustrated sigh she retreats to the sparse living room, where she sips her tea and tries to meditate.

. . .

by first light, the dream makes even less sense and sabrina leaves her apartment frustrated and exhausted. the purple moons under her eyes are enough of a warning to stay away— her trainers at the gym wisely avoid her for fear of incurring her wrath. the day unfortunately wields more challengers than normal, so she’s left battling trainer after trainer. (her own mentees would note that she’s particularly short-tempered in her fighting today.) by the time the sun sets, she’s happy to lock up the gym and head home. 

she’s had a long day and alakazam’s at her side, ready to teleport back home when someone calls out for her. “miss, you dropped something.” a brow raised, she observes the purple-haired stranger before her — his gold eyes are oddly familiar, but she just can’t place it. she waits to collect the item from his hand (she’s dropped her house keys, maybe she’s more tired than she thought) instead opting to stare at the stranger. “do i know y—” she stops there and shakes her head, as if clearing the cloudy images from her mind. “never mind, thank you.” her fingers close around the keys and briefly come into contact with his own. suddenly it hits her — she has seen him before. specifically last night, when she’d watched a car clip a barrier and flip over, landing with a crunch. 

she feels something drop in her stomach. while her expression doesn’t change, the keys twist in her hand, bending and distorting into a mangled mess of metal.

for a moment all she can do is stare. then— “who are you?”

she feels sick.

[chxnnelist]

“you’re a bottled star, the planets align, you’re just like mars

27 // @veloxian

[noirtxt-blog]

{ the scoop — touya & jax }

Being the President of Blake-Whitley Worldwide Media, he had always heard rumors about the reformation of Team Plasma. Most of these rumors came from online comments of old news about the group. Of course, these were just mere rumors and the young man really didn’t want to use company resources to follow those leads. So why was he in Castelia City that day following a new lead on these so-called rumors?

The answer was easy: the rumor mentions the King of Plasma by name, N. The name of the trainer who he had kept running into on his journey with his friends. A person who tried really hard in helping his team liberate the Pokemon of others. A person who quickly became a friend of his after everything went down at the Pokemon League. 

The male had always traveled through the Castelia City, though never through the shadier parts of back alleys and hidden roads. Years before, Touya had been there battling the Gym Leader, Burgh, and more recently was scouting for a place for the news section of his company to branch off.

He found himself at a local bar. Inside, not many patrons were in account. Besides the bartender, Touya noticed a small group of three friends drinking and having a good time in the back. This group seemed to be exactly what this particular bar welcomed, and he was not them.

Deciding it was a bad choice to ask, he left the place and sighed the second he was outside. “I shouldn’t have listened to that rumor.” He began walking down the alley. “Guess it’s time to call it a day and head home.”

Even though he hated to fail, he had to admit that this rumor was just another rumor.

[chxnnelist]

monumortdictati || sylvia & jax

After stitching up Jax over two and a half months ago, he never seemed to accept that he’d done enough to pay Sylvia back.  It only took him three days to fix and re-paint the fence before he insisted on doing some yard work -- he cut down some of the more damaging vines that had been destroying the sides of her house, and actually got the front garden in order so that it wasn’t just pumpkins and weeds.

She had insisted that was enough, but he continuously found reasons to keep coming back to fix something.  He fixed her shutters to that they closed properly before repainting them -- and then the entire house.  After that her gutters got cleaned out and then replaced; it wasn’t long until he was fixing some things wrong with her roof.  Sylvia thought that he would be done attempting to repay her after he finished touching up the outside, but it wasn’t long before Jax was finding things to repair inside too.

While she appreciated him helping her fix her dishwasher, the leaky sink, the crooked shelves in the living room, the chairs that never sat level, and the multitude of doors that creaked and groaned in their frames, she was beginning to worry he was never going to accept that he’d more than made it up to her.  The fact that all of her Pokémon were willingly interacting with him was enough to show that he’d been spending far too much time helping her.

Sylvia’s Dusclops was helping Jax rearrange furniture after he had spent the better part of the day repainting the living room with her.  The overalls she had put on were covered in the light yellow paint after Xan had over-enthusiastically sent a paint can hurtling towards one of Sylvia’s antique chairs; she had sacrifice her clothes to prevent it from getting splashed.

“This yellow looks much nicer than the plain white.  Although Karri still seems upset that we didn’t go with the all black motif.”  She glanced at her Banette who was sulking in the corner, flipping through Xan’s photo album morosely.  “I think we’re done for the day.”  Sylvia was going to mention that they should be done for good, but it was no use.  No matter how many times she told Jax she didn’t need any more help, he’d inevitably find something new to fix or repaint.

She picked up the books that had been haphazardly stacked in the hallway and started to drop them back onto various surfaces in the living room.  She hoped Jax didn’t get an idea for building a new bookshelf next.  Personally she liked the look of the books piled on every table, but she knew it wasn’t a popular look.  After placing them carelessly throughout the living room she entered the kitchen.  

“I’ll get some tea for everybody.”

[vialeroyale]

hello! driver jax is here. i hope everything is okay :)

Driver! Wait! Quick! Drive to the masterlist to make sure no one needs a get-a-way driver! While you’re there, make sure you follow everyone!

— lunala-mod