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[doominite]

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     she’s pleased herself when the ( usually oh-so-protective ) incineroar releases the… hm. what was he, exactly ? for now, she’ll consider him a stranger.      the sylveon and glanced at by both herself and her still-angry companion, churro’s arms crossing tightly as he glares the boy and his pokemon down. his stare is enough that alice calls for him to come back and sit down, an insistent ‘ please ‘ added to the end of her sentence. he was always so tense and up-tight with new people, and this boy… well, he looked and seemed nice enough. easy on the eyes, too.      wait. had she just thought that ? oops.      ❝ oh, geez.. ❞      alice can’t help but blush some as he commends her on her accomplishments, the woman’s cheeks heating up and revealing a noticeable shade of pink.      ❝ i’m… not really that busy. i contemplated participating in today’s competition, but i decided to instead sit back and just… try to do some writing. my stufful recently threw a fit and i’m too embarrassed to really try competing for the time being, you see ? ❞

     the aforemention pokemon is tucked away within his pokeball, the object itself placed away within the purse sitting upon her lap.      ❝ it’s very nice to meet the two of you… your sylveon has such a gorgeous coat, i can tell that she’s very well cared for. you already know my name, and this big grump is churro. ❞      the incineroar gives a growl in response to his name, nothing more.      ❝ ah, so you’re… tourists ? forgive me if that word isn’t the best, i’m very used to seeing them around here– and well, being one myself with how often i travel. ❞      her eyes practically pop out of her head with how wide they get, and if it were possible, she’d probably have stars for pupils. all at the mention of him wanting to learn more about contests.      ❝ you’re interested in learning about contests !? ahh ! it’s so nice to hear that people still like it, especially with how big pokemon battles are… which are still apart of the contest scene, but it’s more about making them look pretty.      no, no ! please, come and sit– i’d love to hear about what you know so far ! ❞

     he can’t help but continue to occasionally steal glances at the incineroar, who he’s clearly made a bad impression on. yeah, getting caught sneaking around? he can understand why. as for the girl ─ she doesn’t seem to mind, at all. either that, or she’s a better liar than damian himself. he doubts its the latter. he notes the warmth on her face and chuckles a bit.

   ❝ stufful? ❞ he echoes, tilting his head a bit. an amused glint lights up his eyes as he grins, ❝ a rebellious little one, eh? ❞ he jests, though he assumes its likely the case. against his will, damian’s cheeks tint the slightly rose-color as praise befalls his sylveon. he can’t place the exact feeling, but its unfamiliar and far too... warm. he doesn’t welcome it, but smiles nonetheless. 

   ❝ ah-ha, thanks... ❞ he rubs his neck and laughs, trying to hide his tinted cheeks, ❝ really, i only do it ‘cause she’d get mad otherwise... she’s a bit of a spoiled one. ❞ his eyes glance down to sylveon, who’s ears twitch in feigned displeasure at her trainer’s words. still, her ribbons wrap tighter around damian’s leg out of affection. damian doesn’t have to force the smile in return.

   ❝ well, nice to meet’cha, alice and churro. ❞ damian nods, unsure if it would be appropriate to shake hands. given the look he’s getting from churro, he decides not. ❝ actually, we’ve just moved to kalos! johto was, ah, gettin’ a little plain. decided to expand our horizons a bit. ❞ he explains, and its not a lie ─ just not the full truth. can’t exactly go around saying “yeah, crime pays better here!”.

   when she practically shines from excitement upon mentioning contests, damian regrets his approach. his lips purse for a moment, but he regains his composure. he’s glad he prepared himself with knowledge of contests beforehand. there’s something else, about the way she so earnestly lights up with passion about contests ─ it’s much... different, than the people he deals with. the strange feeling returns, but he shoves it to the back of his mind.

   ❝ i mean, i don’t know too much. ❞ he shrugs as he accepts her offer for a seat. sylveon eagerly jumps into his lap, and he begins to stroke her fur as he continues, ❝ they aren’t too huge in johto. we got ‘em, but the pokéathlon is more popular. ❞ he says, still a bit taken aback by her interest. looks like this job’s gonna be easy.

   ❝ not gonna lie, ❞ nice, ❝ my team ‘nd i are used to battles, but i always thought they’d enjoy gettin’ to show off, too. especially pixie here. ❞ houndoom and feraligtr, definitely not. honchkrow? considering his personality, damian think he’d probably soak up the attention and chance to show off. perfect. 

   ❝ but i know they’re more than just shows of power. i’m not really one for dressin’ up and preforming either, ❞ no, that’s the last thing damian wants to do, ❝ so i was always kinda on the fence about it. thought comin’ here would give me some inspiration. ❞ he finishes and sylveon looks up at alice, giving a small mewl as if to confirm her trainer’s words.

   ❝ hope i didn’t ramble too much. you sure we’re not botherin’ ya, or anything? ❞

[doominite]

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     maybe her night was about to get more interesting ?      talking to others, especially newer folk, was always more fun than writing songs … and recording them. especially when she’d already been at it for several hours now.      the idol almost giggles at the noise the young man makes as her incineroar yoinks him upwards, churro’s expression going from blank to irritated and distrusting. who was this stranger, and what the hell was he doing prowling around the RESTRICTED area ?

     ❝ churro, please ?      pleaaaaase put him down ? ❞      an annoyed huff follows, damian suddenly finding himself upon his feet. or his rump. whatever he landed on.      ❝ mhm ! unfortunately, you’ve wandered into the restricted part of the building… but, fortunately ! you ran into us before anyone else, that is, if they haven’t all gone home yet ? ❞      she muses for a moment, then gives a casual shrug in the direction of the new individual. this was a little awkward, how should she go about handling this ? and… it was even weirder for him to NOT know who she was, considering that well, most people did.      ❝ you’re not interrupting much, honestly. i was… working on something, but it’s been hours and it’s not really working how i’d hoped it would. anyways, my name is alice, alice antonescu– and you are ?      are you perhaps one of the new people brought in ? i know that arthur hired a bunch of new individuals. ❞

     ─ he catches the little shift in her expression as he’s hoisted into the air ─ amusement? in any other situation, damian would have scoffed. but he opts to keep his cool in heed of keeping a friendly, and innocent, facade. he’s quiet as she gives the request for his release. ‘ yes, please let me down ’ damian silently pleas as well, finally releasing a sigh of relief as his feet feel the floor. with probably a bit too much agility for the average person, damian is quick to recover and strand up straight ( all that street parkour really pays off! ). sylveon finally trots forward, wrapping her ribbons around her trainer’s leg in delight once her’s freed.

   ❝ aha ─ guess it’s my lucky night, huh? ❞ he chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. real lucky i’ve stumbled upon exactly who i’m looking for. he perks up as she introduces herself, feigning surprise. 

   ❝ alice, alice... oh! i know you! i thought you looked familiar! ❞ no, he definitely already knew, ❝ the well - known idol and top coordinator, right? you’re known even in johto. ❞ he declares, ❝ sorry, again, for disturbing you. i musta’ missed the signs, and i know you must be incredibly busy. ❞ he frowns a bit before grinning again and holding out his hand.

   ❝ the name’s damian! this here is pixie. ❞ his eyes gesture to sylveon, who now blinks curiously up at the girl and her pokémon. ❝ oh, it’s nothin’ like that. ❞ he replies. he’d considered worming his way in as staff to get close to her but decided that was too.... staged. too obvious. to easy to figure out. 

   ❝ like i said, i’m here in kalos from the first time from johto... we don’t have anything like this over there. i, uh, ❞ he hesitates, not having to fake embarrassment for this one, ❝ i’ve always been interested in seein’ shows and learning more about coordinating. i haven’t really seen ‘em much up close, bein’ busy with training and all. i thought this might be a good place to start. guess i got too caught up in looking around! ❞ that he did, but for all the wrong reasons! he hopes she takes the bait. he avoids looking directly at the incineroar who, understandable, seems suspicious of him and protective of his trainer. 

   ❝ er, guess we can leave? i feel bad taking up your time, as is... ❞

[doominite]

     present day.      he's got to admit ─ in comparison to the lively and happening cities of kalos, olivine city is a refreshing experience. he wasn't initially keen on the idea of visiting his home region but the need to take a break outweighed that aversion. but he still wasn't quite ready to hang around goldenrod where there were sure to be familiar faces and instead settled on the city of olivine. the bar he currently occupies has just enough people for it to not feel too empty, but not so many that it’s obnoxious. the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes is welcomed as damian tips back his second drink, savoring the pungent taste as he gulps it down. he grins, feeling right at home.

   … except for the feeling he can't shake of being watched. he's sure it's not because of the alcohol, either. with a frown and empty drink, damian's eyes scan the bar. most of its occupants are busy with their own drinks and banter and aren't paying any attention to others. he's nearly ready to dismiss the feeling and get back to his night until his eyes meet a pair that's, unfortunately, a set he recognizes.

   the memories come back all at once. he's not one to care to remember faces, but occasionally, someone stands out. all at once, memories of their temporary alliance come flooding back and, as a result, he remembers his own betrayal. oh, arceus, he hopes she doesn’t remember him.

    ❝ a - anzu? ❞

     xx years ago.      in comparison to the major cities in johto and kanto, castelia city was like a new region in itself. streets, stores, people and pokémon of all different types around each corner. businesses bloom and the port was popular for transporting goods ─ the economy here piqued long ago. 

   the perfect playground for someone like him.

   he hadn’t originally planned on detouring in unova, but the prospect of a job had snagged his attention. not just any ordinary job, either ─ this one promised him a fair amount of goods and secure his way to kalos. unfortunately a job of that magnitude wasn't something he could pull of alone, as much as he hated to admit it. he'd have to collaborate with a gang much more familiar with the city than him. not that big of a deal, and nothing he hasn't done before.

   he makes his way through the back alleyways, following the directions he'd received earlier. his houndoom stalks at his side and, overhead, honchkrow watches from the skies. he takes mental notes of the city around him. landmarks, street signs, smaller businesses, places to hideout, places to vanish… it's second nature at this point for the delinquent to makes notes of the environment he'll frequent ─ the difference between making a clean escape or fumbling.

   four blocks later and damian reaches his destination; an out of the way alley behind some rundown warehouse. there's a single figure hanging around and, since it's late and this meeting spot is so out of the way, he assumes this is who he's meeting up with to discuss further plans.

   ❝ yo, ❞ he fabricates a friendly smile as he approaches, freeing one hand from a pocket and waving. houndoom remains tense and cautious while honchkrow has landed on a lamp, observing from above. ❝ kinda an odd spot to be hangin’ around this late. ❞ he settles for a neutral conversation starter - one he could easily transition into an innocent topic should his presumption be wrong, ❝ you lookin’ for someone? ❞

                                                                                             ➯ @pavback

[doominite]

(’ i’ve finally gotten to it after meaning to do it for a while ─ damian’s team page has been updated with a new look && also a bit more description of his team and their personalities! yay! ‘)

[doominite]

(’ aanndd after finally getting myself together, here’s a starter call for this dumby, trashy delinquent! 

please give this post a ♥ if you’d like a starter from damian! i’ll be capping at three (3) for now but feel free to swing me by a message if you’d like to plot something out. i may message to plot as well, depending on if i have a good idea or not. i’ll try to roll these out throughout the week, yay! ‘)

[doominite]

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@streetsworn​.

     she’s been working on this song for hours seemingly, the arrangement just… flat-out refusing to come together. each time the idol thinks she’s finally gotten it to work, a playback of the developing track hits her ears and there’s always one part that still manages to sound off… like it doesn’t fit, or as though it should be in a different place as the song plays.      ugh.      UGHHHH.      petite fingers thread through shining black locks, alice struggling to just not rip her hair out– or tear the scribble-covered piece of paper to bits. both sounded like excellent options at this point in time, especially if she got one more text from arthur asking if the track was ready, that the fans wanted MORE.      of course they wanted more.      they always did.      The growl of her incineroar draws her attention however, alice sighing some as she pulls her attention to her companion. come to think of it, he’d been standing at the door for some time now, the large cat’s ears twitching as though he’d heard something approaching and exiting.      ❝ what’s wrong, buddy ?      if you’re hungry, you gotta know i am too, we’ll get food eventually, i just need you to wait a little long– ❞      churro doesn’t even bother listening to his trainer, the dual-type throwing the door open and swiftly grabbing the back of a young man’s shirt, the poor guy being lifted up to eye view before he was gestured to with the beast’s free paw.      ❝ oh      oh my. uhm ! are… you alright ?      are you lost or something ? this part of the studio is off-limits unless you’ve been granted access… also, churro, would you please put him down so he can explain himself ? ❞

     ─ he’s received more than enough oddly specific jobs throughout his years that he’s no longer surprised when offered money in exchange for personal information on a single individual. what does come as a surprise, though, is when the job is given to him by a very large ─ very well-known ─ business man. 

   his first concern is the how. damian has worked to keep himself in the shadows, hidden from anyone with the power to exploit him for his countless wrongdoings. so just how does the head of a business have enough information to seek him out..? damian doesn’t let himself question it for too long. he’s never been considered with his client’s reasoning. besides ─ it’s not like it’s too hard of a job. and the reward will more than secure him for a long while. 

   and so, damian finds himself sneaking around the halls of a studio. the theatrics of it all is aggravating. these people are the most annoying of them all. still, he steels himself and ventures on. with his sylveon prancing happily at his heel ( usually his companion is houndoom but, for this job, sylveon paints him as a much more approachable persona ), damian sneaks his way into the restricted halls of the studio, seeking out it’s main office. easy.

   ...that is, until he’s caught. literally.

    ❝ ack - ! ❞ damian’s startled ─ he wasn’t expecting to be caught up in the paws of a massive pokémon... he’d been sure this part of the studio was empty. at his feet, his sylveon’s eyes narrow. she peers through the doorway, head tipping to the side in curiosity ( he’s grateful he chose her to accompany him ─ houndoom would have reacted ... poorly. ). 

   and then he’s greeted by a face he recognizes, the one he needs information on: miss. alice herself. 

   immediately, damian collects himself, forcing a very sheepish, embarrassed smile. 

   ❝ oh, restricted? ❞ he plays clueless, dangling helplessly in the creature’s paws. annoying. ❝ i must have wandered too far, then... ❞ a hand cups the back of his neck nervously, eyes flickering between the two. ❝ sorry about that! it’s my first time in a city like this ─ i’m from johto, see? and i’ve never really been to a real studio like this before. ❞ it’s not all a lie, ❝ i didn’t mean to disturb, uh, whatever you’re up to, miss..? ❞ he raises a curious brow as his sentence trails to an end, his smile mellowing out into a crooked grin. 

[doominite]

── DAMIAN NOIRE.

✗ a living, breathing, shitpost who vapes

✗ also... a bad person. will literally steal candy from a baby. unfortunately, he’s super good at what he does. don’t believe that charming smile! don’t worry though, you’re probably safe from him as long as nobody else has it out for ya’. he’s too cool to join a baddie team and dresses way nicer. 

✗ but also x2... very lonely and detached. love? friendships? what’s that? 

✗ johto native, knows his way around there & a bit of kanto but is now out on the streets of kalos, scheming, scamming, and causing ruckus at ur local bars during the pm!

✗ still cares and loves his pokémon a lot. it’s about the only time you’ll catch him showing any genuine affection and compassion towards something. 

   (’ whats up gamers!! it’s lexi back again! to all the old friends, hello! it’s great to be back! to all the new friends, i’m excited to meet ya! this time, i’m here with my mess of an original character: damian. a street delinquent with a big bad streak... i’m sorry for him in advanced. anyway! feel free to reach me on disc if you wanna plot or chat! i’ll hopefully do some sort of starter / plotting call soon... unless i forget. otherwise, i look forward to being here once more! ‘)