You're never too old to learn a little something new.
A Xerosic RP blog for the private group Wild Encounters.
((All art on the blog's layout is mine, with the exception of official art inthe 'relationships' section. Please do not take or stake claim over it as your own.))
She has the tendency to believe herself preconditioned to tackle some of the most prominent roles of the world. She fancies the image of herself taking on the Johto League championship; or taking to stardom in the music industry; or taking one of the highly sought-after legendary Pokemon in to her care, freeing it of the scheming reaches of the fiends of the world. She could have immersed and thrived in anything other than the fact of reality, that being medicine: her greatest gift from birth.
But today, she has tasted success in the department of high intrigue! The medic is in the mood to credit herself as having the flair to become, at the very least, an intelligence agent for the nation (in some other lifetime.)
In truth, she merely struck lucky on her so-called ‘manhunt’ for the ex-convict Xerosic. She has that one dapper chap from a date, which occurred an exact fortnight ago, to thank for the address of the scientist’s Lumiose flat. It was pure happenstance that he works as a laboratory technician in a place which Xerosic seemed to have expressed vocational interest in. With the strength of Kalosian liquor and the certainty of a second date, Clementine was able to extract Xerosic’s curriculum vitae from him, ascertaining the information she had been gunning for for months.
As is the curious nature of life, this particular morning hadn’t begun in any fashion that might suggest a long-awaited break in the monotony that Xerosic’s life had become. No, no; what preceded that rat-a-tat-tat-tatting at the door had been pure routine for the ex-convict. Ex-scientist. Ex - ... ex - ....
Excitement. Where had it all gone? For a man who had made his living on answering the most confounding questions that physics, that the universe had to offer, such a simple quandary was proving tough to crack. And that certainly wasn’t doing much for his sense of self-esteem. Self-direction. Self.
A long guzzle from the last of the pot of coffee. A knit of the brow. What was he these days? Xerosic, Lead Scientific Executive of Project Flare, had waved its audieu away with the loss of a job, rank, organization - and, of course, an old, good friend. Xerosic, Gentleman of Science, had met his last with the rolling kick that was the eventual failure of the Essentia project had proved to be the kind of wake up call that nobody can walk away from quite the same as they may have come. And convicted felon - Prisoner #059846 - found name, Xerosic, was a hopeless bloke he was keen to leave back in that dusty old cell for good.
But Xerosic - just, plain old Xerosic - who was he?
A man of immaculate resolve. Yes. That was good, very good - he liked that one, he could get behind that. Even now, playing house-hubby to his old subordinate, it wasn’t as though he had forfeited his right to excellence. No, no ... even in nothing but slippers, a pair of polka-dot boxers and a shoddy terrycloth bathrobe the precise shade of abject despair, Xerosic was a genius. A madman never short of a plan. Even stranded to a mediocre apartment in some south-end ally of Lumiose, he had managed to regather the limited resources he retained post-incarceration and begin the process of rebuilding his lab. His work. Himself.
And that was why, even in the glum of rock-bottom, the stout gent with a most pasty complexion stumbled about in that same chipper, off-beat demeanor he had ever and always saw fit to sport. Even placing a hum at his lips and the breath of a smile wasn’t too taxing a chore, really - it was always a shade second-nature to him, and what better to turn a smile to then the beautiful dawn of new beginnings. Possibility. It sat fat on the horizon, and boy oh boy, was he ready to get a taste.
But that knock ...
Kn’ck-kn’ck-knock.
Thrice fast and no warning. Curious, really. Opportunity, perhaps, at last here to send monotony out along its way, and packing? Oh, wouldn’t that just be marvelous?
“La Poste de Kalos here with a parcel delivery! Anybody present to sign for it?”
The words rang through the modest apartment with ease, and spurred Xerosic to slip into proper clothes before going to answer; not without some measure of caution, of course.
“Coming, coming -- just a moment, aha,” a scramble to his feet, a weak-winded retort.
He certainly hadn’t ordered anything recently, what without any real disposable income as of yet in the absence of a full-time occupation; and though he thought it all too entirely possible that Mable had been doing a bit of online binge-shopping in yet another random-onset wave of grief over Flare, it wasn’t the only option on the table. At the end of the day, one thing that hadn’t been destroyed amidst Flare or Project Essentia’s undoing was his reputation: both as mad genius of Kalos, and traitorous bottom-feeding double-crosser to the sorry remains of Lysander’s once great and prosperous dream. In the end, there were plenty of people who might be coming in search of a slice of that genius .... or vengeance. Even he could admit the latter to be a hair more likely than the former.
And so, he crossed the apartment at a casual step to the threshhold - picking up a screwdriver along the way to hold concealed behind his back (just in case) - before swinging open the door and giving the tersest of smiles in greeting.
“Why hello, where might a signa- .... ture ...” A curious knit of his brow, as the red-headed gent set eyes on the bubbly young miss before him. Strange ... that wasn’t a delivery uniform at all - not unless you were looking to deliver a baby, perhaps. Even then, the color and styling lined up with those of the lovely young ladies at your local Pokecenter more than anything else. At last he found words again, with an absent tap-tap of his fingers along the doorframe and still-bewildered squint from beyond the thick mirrored red lenses of his glasses. “... Uhh-hrm, may I help you?”
Just a little update to acknowledge where I’m at thread-wise ... and to those I owe starters, to let you know that I have not, in fact, forgotten. Promise.
So today I should be putting up an open, but I didn’t know if there was anyone who wanted to specifically plot a thread? Just let me know if so!
I should be able to be active again now ... Still no internet on my laptop, but I can hotspot from my phone for short bursts of time. Thanks again for being so patient with me, everyone.
Sorry to break the rule - won’t happen again! - but here are the requests in an easy to locate place for everyone who came to my stream last night - and one that didn’t get to, but whose help I super appreciated last night! c: Thanks again guys, and it was a blast.
Heya, everybody! Well, for starters, feel free to call me any nickname you please - but generally, I’m pretty accustomed to either Rancid, Rance, or Rancey. Anything really though. Um, I uhhh ... Well let’s see. Honestly, I’m a wee bit sheepish, nervous and shy, as this is my first time doing any real canon RPing on tumblr (though I have definitely RPed canon characters and the like before, it’s just been a little while and it’s definitely my first time playing Xerosic) --- so I appologize in advance for any rustiness!
I’ll do my best to be real active, and though I know Xerosic is a bit of an odd character in relation to many of the others, I am super game to talk ideas with anyone who wants to play. My headcanons page kinda goes into detail, but uh ... He’s in a bit of pedestrian stage, and recovering from all the post-game event trauma in something of a domestic situation in Lumiose, so - plot is plenty accesible!
That being said, I love the social aspect of RP, and I’m just super psyched to get to know you guys and have fun. Even if you don’t really know how to interact with big red over here, or don’t particularly care to, if you wanna toss me a message or just talk a bit or even just say ‘hey’, please - feel free to! I try not to bite too hard, I promise. ;u;
I’ll try to keep the status on my blog fairly accurate (little status bar under the blog description, currently says ‘online’), and I’ll try to make myself pretty accessible. At 22, I’m just now finishing up my degree (creative writing) and moving into the next stage of life - so if things get a little rocky, I’ll try to make sure to let everyone know if I gotta go for a bit or so on.
Um, what else ... I love arting, music, obviously writing ... hmmm ... I’m always up for friend code exchanges, and really just whatever. Um ... I ... yeah, I just .. agh, I’m just super nervous but also excited but GOODNESS just THRILLED to bits to be here, and ready for some fun! *u*
