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I will choose their happiness over mine
——— EVERY TIME.
By 𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕪🐑
medium for hire || Morty & Riley
MORTY.
starter for @waveguidances
Throughout the years, Morty found that some of the best spots to gain information on the supernatural is, surprisingly, online. Sure, it’s like finding a diamond in the rough; a nugget of truth in a mountain of lies but when he finds a trustworthy piece, it often leads to some of his tougher cases to date. Regardless of where you are in the world, you can be a victim of the supernatural, and that’s where he comes in.
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First and foremost, Riley is not an expert on possession.
He manifests life – the energy that governs the living and fuels their core. He does not, however, have any sort of grip on the undead or anything involving ghosts. He can’t see them on their own. He can’t even touch them. Riley is just about as in the dark as any other human would be in this situation.
Which is why he feels powerless when his manager becomes the victim of a possession.
into the blizzard.
starter for @lightrecon !!
The road to Snowpoint was a path from which endless snow fell from the heavens, chilled by ice and an impossible forest that made travel both time consuming and disorienting. To aid their travelers, Sinnohian governments had laid lights along the route path – industrial beacons whose shimmer could be seen even in the worst of snowstorms. Riley had found himself thankful for the lights –
Until they stopped working. (Perhaps their generators had frozen over?)
He clutches the folds of his scarf, rearing them over his lips. For a moment, he stands within the swath of snow before closing his eyes. When he reopens them, his world is alight with flecks of color – pinks, purples, myriads of saturated vibrancies. These colors exist on the fringes of his vision, much too far beyond the wind and snow to comprehend. The more he concentrates, the more these colors flicker and mute. Riley gives a defeated hiss when the last color snaps from his sight, fading into the dull background of gray and white.
There were many ways to impact his mystical sight, and wind was one of them.
But to his surprise, one last color reappears before him. The color is strange, to say the least – it is not a vibrant, impacted aura, but a muted glow. It doesn’t feel like a human… but it’s distinctly not Pokemon. And yet here it is, yards away, flickering off a figure distinctly humanoid. Coming towards him, gaining in intensity. The first thing that comes to mind is an unsaturated aurora bourealis, shifting in colors that Riley can’t totally comprehend right now – and on instinct, he calls out:
❝ Hello? Is someone there? ❞
... This aura, thankfully, didn’t feel like a threat. No hostile intentions to be found. But he stands still, his fingers balled up into fists... on the off chance that it may become so.
― end of the tunnel. ❜
GREEN.
Here was a man asking him if Green wanted the opportunity to see Onixes fuck. He like. He offered that to Green. Right out the gate. Like it was normal. Biologist or not, Green was quietly starting to wonder what the fuck this guy was on, looking so handsome yet being so utterly oblivious to the kinda shit he was saying.
He was like a prince. Goddamn. Who was this man. Was he in love? Probably.
He laughed along as this Riley dude spoke so calmly and so sophisticated about Onixes being in heat, and threw an arm around Riley’s far shoulder, pulling him in close. “Of course it’ll be beneficial to my research, Randy. What could be less suggestive than two guys being dudes, watching Onixes fucking and re-carving half your island in the pursuit of baby-makin’? Nothing gay about that. No sir.” He patted his shoulder.
“How ‘bout we just do both, huh? See some good ol’ Onix fuckin’ and if we don’t die a horribly rocky cave-in death, then we’ll see all the cool Steelixes and other shit like that? Nothing could be better. Absolutely nothing.”
“Then again, I don’t think we’ll die. I’d have to do some serious damage control, but there’s no way in hell I’d let some rock snake fuckery take down a handsome gem like yourself. So you’re in good hands, don’t worry. You got the guidance, I’ve got the beef. Show the way, Ronald.”
Okay, Riley knows that Green’s strong. Far more talented on the battlefield than he is. And in spirit; the more he looks, the more he notices… a bit of an anomaly in Green’s aura. Auras, when concentrated on, tend to appear brighter than they really are. And to find Green in the caves, Riley had focused on his aura. But he’s no longer doing that, and yet here is Green’s aura, astoundingly bright.
So, just like Green’s prowess in battle, his aura is powerful.
… Green must be a very emotional person, Riley thinks. Or is there another reason?
And suddenly, Green’s astoundingly close to him. A little too close for Riley’s comfort. He feels as if he should have seen that coming. He laughs a little too loudly, clearly caught off guard.
Alright, now he’s interested. Green’s aura will be interesting to observe and analyze throughout this tour.
“Protect me? Why… you’re too kind, Green. I can assure you that I am more than capable of defending myself.” He pauses, considering his tone of voice. “Oh! But the sentiment is greatly appreciated. It’s an honor to have someone of Champion status on my side.”
All of a sudden, the ground rumbles. About thirty yards away, Riley catches sight of a glimmering Onix body, body intertwined with another mass. And he can’t help but smile.
“Can you see that…? There, just beyond the corridor. It’s the Onix. We can get a little bit closer if you want the personal and intimate experience.”
『burn the house down.』
HARLEY.
The moment Riley touches his chest, it feels like he’s disconnected from reality. This isn’t the first time he’s been subjected through a mental dive, but the context this time around is far from pleasant. Had he been capable of sarcasm at the moment, he would find it ironic that the event that first forged the bond of his friendship with Riley now becomes the one that’ll break it. The aura user wouldn’t see in his heart ‘something good and magical’ that gave way to trust. He might come across memories that would further incriminate him.
Oh well, it’s not like he could do anything–
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He hovers over the rim of the can for just a second longer, snot and saliva dripping down into the trashbag. His eyes are burning. His lungs constrict and ache and itch. If not for the presence of the officers just beyond the door, Riley might spend another minute hacking up whatever else still sits in his stomach.
Harley’s words just barely reach him. What did you see?
“Horrible,” he rasps. “Can’t –“ And then his voice is a low whine. “Harley, you…”
you can see things too? || rui & riley
RUI.
starter for @waveguidances
Rui was willing to call herself a lot of things. She was brash. She was bold. She was aggressive. She was witty.
She was not, however, girly, or elegant, or refined.
Unfortunately for her, that’s exactly what her current situation called for.
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He arrives at the hotel, hand laced around his manager’s own. And immediately after leaving the car, he regrets coming.
Going to parties meant playing the role of arm candy, something in which Riley had tons of experience in. And it was a simple job to play, too. All he had to do was smile, make conversation. Accept a few compliments graciously, and then speak well of his clients and their photoshoots. Riley is a living doll, meant to be fawned over, only meant to speak when it’s appropriate. He has done this for years and knows the routine pretty well.
Using aura to read the air also helps.
sensory
💭 cheetos. friendship
topic talk / accepting !!
“… they’re alright when it comes to snack food. If I must, I’ll eat the hot cheetos brand. But if there are others, I’ll take them. Next question.”
“As for friendship… I’m happy to have indulged in at as of late. Perhaps this might seem a bit sorry… but when I was much younger, I didn’t have many friends. Now that I reflect on it, it feels somewhat lonely… so I’m glad to see things have changed for the better.”
💭 + goblin >:3c
topic talk / accepting !!
“When I think of goblins… I think of the funniest, most thoughtful man I can think of. And how endearing and adorable he is even while he’s laughing and lugging peanuts at others from the rafters. Some might say that he’s a tad wonky, but that’s just how I like him.”
💭 + knighthood
topic talk / accepting !!
“… I have always thought the moral code behind knighthood was quite honorable. I’ve heard countless denominational fairy tales about how brave and powerful knights were. Whether they faced off against rampaging Pokemon, corrupt lords, or even the forces of nature themselves -- they always won. And they would always pull off their deeds with such heroic aplomb; they would make it look so easy. ... I’ve always aspired to be like them, and follow in the footsteps of my ancestors. One day, perhaps...?”
Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it.
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