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| Vixen and Drake | Jun 28 2015, 07:01 PM Post #1 |
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Drake didn't even need to attend the fight to understand the outcome. To know that Miles and Tony had helped out another faunus had given him some small peace of mind... only for that to be utterly crushed seeing the blacklash that appeared on the dash. They're only proving our point. Faunus are dirty, dirty cheaters. If Sabine's team hadn't shown up she would have lost and she would have deserved it. This is why I hate faunus. Before this, Drake was able to block out the few comments he had seen scrolling the feed. Clovis seemed like he was just... a singular case of racism. An extremist. Even if the things that he had spewed still left the Espeon faunus feeling off kilter. Perhaps that was why he had dug out an old, old outfit from Orre, even settling a golden headscarf on his head, the trailing ends of the fabric woven around his lilac braid. The jewelry he wore around his neck and arms chimed as he walked, a cool breeze from the encroaching night sending goosebumps along his bare chest. His harem pants were simply gold in color, free of most of the ornamentation that Drake would wear with bellydancing, which was... the last time he saw Miles. How quickly things had changed. But he needed a little bit of home right now and he just hoped Miles wouldn't think less of him for it. Drake clutched the bag of figs harder in his hands, and knowing that he was a little early, sat down on one of the stone benches in the courtyard. Anxiety had wound in his gut and he pricked the very edges of the yarn bag, ears pinned flat against his head and his gem taking on a dull color despite the sunlight. Absurdly, the only thing he could think of right now was that he hoped Miles liked figs. Edited by Vixen and Drake, Jun 28 2015, 07:14 PM.
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 29 2015, 05:41 PM Post #2 |
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In complete contrast to the stressed out cat Miles whistled as he walked through the Courtyard. His school uniform had been swapped out for a tank top and baggy jeans that hung loosely around his hips. The lizard's tail dragged, of course, lazily behind him while he had no intent to lift the damn thing. He was aware of the looks he'd been getting. The redhead didn't care. Kalos was finally starting to feel like home again! The fighter had been starved for action since he left his comfort zone in the rings. Things in Kalos had been too hush hush, everyone murmured behind their hands and were passive in their actions. But not anymore! A tidal wave had hit the school and now the fight 3/4's of AMOP had with that human was on almost everyone's lips. And he loved it. Miles pulled his hands from his pockets and cracked each knuckle quietly as he neared where Drake had asked him to meet up. He glanced around before his eyes spotted the tall purple ears and the slightly hunched over form of his friend-- god, was that skin? The lizard cleared his throat quietly and inched his way over to the bench where the Espeon was and-- OH YUP. THAT WAS SKIN ALRIGHT. "Uh! Is this some...yer usual attire...? Y'ain't...y'ain't dancin', man." He hoped his pink cheeks weren't totally obvious, but Tony had told him multiple times before that his hair brought out any shades of red that tinted his face. The lizard attempted to not stare and instead swallowed down the small pit that had formed in his throat. He focused on the cat's expression instead and mimicked the frown. "This really has ya spooked huh..." It wasn't a question at that point. |
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| Vixen and Drake | Jun 29 2015, 06:16 PM Post #3 |
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Oh, shit. Maybe this was a bad idea for the outfit. Drake's ears pinned back further if that was even possible, and his twitching tail spoke to the rest of the nervousness and tension threaded through him. He messed with one of the bracelets around his wrist, thick cords with small amulets in them, and Drake adverted his gaze from the lizard faunus's steadily reddening face. "This is... a typical outfit in Orre," Drake said. "One of my older ones." He paused, trying to find something else to say until Miles stated Drake's current mental state. The Espeon faunus seemed to hunch over even more, tail going still and ears pressed so far down that the tips of them grazed his hunched shoulders. He peered upward at Miles, noting the frown on his freckled face, and after a moment, Drake sighed, running his hands over his face. "Yeah," Drake said. "It has." Normally, Drake wouldn't talk, but everything was building in his chest and had a vice grip on his heart and throat. When he spoke, his voice was soft. "I insisted to my sister that we'd be safer here," Drake said. "That... that Orre had nothing for us. Not... Not in the direction we were going. Bringing her here was... my fault. This was the newest school and boasted about its great faunus population and I just..." He paused. "I just wanted to keep her safe. Keep us both safe. If I had known about any of this...." Drake trailed off, and then opened up the yarn bag, holding it out to Miles. "There's figs in here," he said. "Not as good as the ones you'd get in Orre, but... pretty decent." Edited by Vixen and Drake, Jun 29 2015, 06:18 PM.
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 29 2015, 06:52 PM Post #4 |
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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Miles had to shrug the clothes off. He had to. If he kept staring or bringing extreme focus to the bareness of the Espeon's skin he'd get cold feet and leave. Instead he plopped down on the bench next to the cat and forced himself to look outwards at the rest of the courtyard. He inhaled deep and slouched down the bench with his arms propped up on the backrest. "No offense, I should'a said." Ok he couldn't comment on the clothes anymore, it was obvious even to him that the Faunus was comfortable and it seemed like he needed comfort more than anything at the moment. The redhead nodded as Drake confirmed his statement. He tilted his head and watch the purple haired teen from the corner of his eye, using all his willpower to keep him on his face, as he explained the situation. It hit close to home for the gecko. He understood wanting to protect siblings, promising them safety and new opportunities. Unintentionally Miles' jaw clenched as gritted his teeth tightly. Small breaths O'Malley, he told himself. "...That's why we came here too, the talk of a more friendly school sounded so appealin'." His tone was restrained but he managed to get the words out. A small sigh escaped through his nose before he turned to look at Drake. "It won't be too bad here, I promise. I get you guys came from an oasis or whatever and the world is scary and big but you will get a tougher hide from it all. You'll be able to keep her safe." His attention shifted to the bag and carefully pulled one of the small fruits out. "Y'know I've never tried one'a these things." He pointed at the fig with his other hand before he popped the entire thing into his mouth. "Oh shit they're sweeter than I thought! Oh!" His mouth watered as he chewed the snack down. Good thing the cat had brought an entire bag! |
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| Vixen and Drake | Jun 30 2015, 05:07 PM Post #5 |
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Drake waved off Miles's comment, a brief smile flickering on his face. "None taken," he said. And truthfully he didn't. Miles seemed like an honest sort, not quite prone to backtalk and lies and doubletalk like... some people were. Or maybe he was. Right now he was being honest and real and it was two things that Drake sorely needed. He watched Miles out of the corner of his eye, taking note of his posture as he wrapped his arms around the back of the bench. Open. Drake relaxed by degrees, though he was still as tense as a bowstring. He sorely wished Vixen was here as well, or Zemar and Atash, but he needed the opinion of someone who understood this shit. His tail lashed when Miles mentioned that Orre was an oasis and a bitter laugh escaped Drake. "That's the thing," Drake said. "Orre was hardly an oasis. As homesick as I am for it, it was a... a shithole." He hesitated, wondering how much more he should reveal. Fuck, Drake needed to be honest with someone. Someone who wasn't his team that probably expected so much more out of him. "When I say my sister and I had no where to go in Orre, I mean it." Drake ran his hands over his face again, claws pressing to his eyelids. After a long pause, he spoke. "We were imprisoned. For theft. Most of Orre is a crime filled wasteland, but if you steal the wrong things you can still get caught. And the way Orre deals with its criminals is...." Blood caked Drake's feet, the hungry sand drinking it in with each step. Sweat poured down his back and the mask he wore felt like it was going to constrict his face. The human came at him with nothing more than a plank of wood covered in nails. One sidestep, one swing of Sun Ray and the human tripped, landing on her own makeshift weapon with a crunch. "It's not the way the rest of the world punishes people," Drake finished, his tail puffed out and eyes wide before he settled. He looked at Miles, a small bit of hope entering him. "I... Vixen hardly needs protecting, but... Arceus. Do you really think that?" The desperation in him abated, now watching with open curiosity as Miles picked out one of the figs. Watching the lizard faunus's face turn from a slight bit of apprehension to wonderment as his mouth watered brought some joy to Drake, a smile finally cracking over his face as he held the bag out closer to Miles. "They're native to Orre, really popular. My sister loves them in pastries... Have more, please!" Drake's smile grew a bit. "We have a ton of them." |
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 30 2015, 06:50 PM Post #6 |
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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Miles' brows knitted together as Drake corrected him on how Orre actually was. He supposed he wouldn't have known, he'd admitted before that he wasn't very knowledgeable on the other regions of the world. But he'd seen postcards! Then again, he deduced, everyplace had their tourist like locations that they advertised. And that was the most people ever saw. He snorted as he thought briefly of Unova and the slums he'd grown up in. He'd been forced to sit the shadows of the glory of the rest of the region with no possible hope of reaching the light. The lizard shook his head, a few strands of orange slipping over his vibrant blue eyes, to shake the images and homesickness from his head. Shit or not, it was home. Instead he digested Drake's words and eyed the cat's face with a brief expression of concern. He steeled his own gaze and paid attention to the way the Faunus seemed to puff up as if he were trying to look big and intimidating to his own words. He was left in the dust and hummed as Drake purposely skipped over crucial facts. But Miles could make his assumptions. "Startin' to like the sound of Orre...bet I would'a fit in well." He snorted and cracked a smile at the Espeon. He hoped he didn't sound like he was undermining the other student, but he needed to get the guy to smile at some point. "So no jails or permanent records? No cops? Just whatever someone's imagination can come up with?" With a slightly more amused expression Miles leaned towards the cat, "Funny, y'don't peg me for a thief...spoke these fruits weren't actually bought then." He lightly flicked at the bag before giving Drake a heartfelt nod. He closed his eyes, brows raised, as if he was just so absolutely right and that the lilac kitten was a fool to not believe him. "Course I do. And I ain't as dumb as I look or talk. Duh." Figs were nice. Drake was nice too. Miles' blush had subdued slightly but the smile that the lizard had fought for rekindled the burn on his cheeks. He stuffed another couple of figs into his mouth and spoke in a muffled tone about how pastries sounded damn rad at the moment. Food was a good distraction. |
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| Vixen and Drake | Jul 1 2015, 12:37 AM Post #7 |
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Something had passed over the lizard faunus's face as Drake spoke of home. Something that tinged on pain and a bitter sweetness that Drake knew. It was the same expression Vixen would wear... that he would wear. But there was something behind it, a kind of bare knuckled survival instinct that Drake hadn't seen often. Someone who had a taste of the bad life and it left their soul scorched. Blue eyes flashed when they were framed by his orange hair and there was steel and determination. There was more to Miles than Drake originally suspected. Granted, his first impression of the faunus had been that he was simply shy when he was with his friend. More than that, Drake was recognizing things about Miles that he saw in himself. Perhaps... Perhaps they weren't so different. He did snort at Miles's comment, finally tearing his gaze from the clash of blue and orange to look out the courtyard. "It's a great place for faunus but you have to eek out a living," Drake said. "And... yes. The more legal areas of Orre, ones where business takes place, there you find true cops. Prisons in Orre otherwise are just hovels, and there's...." He had to trail off. Too soon. Those wounds still bleed and wept and by the way Miles was studying him the lizard faunus damn well knew it. It was eerie how well the other seemed to be reading him. Something in those eyes and Drake wasn't sure if he was ready to have the lizard hook his claws and peel back what feeble armor he still had. There was a hitch in his breath when he spoke, a waver in his smile when Miles inquired about the bag. "Ha, no. I'm sure Vixen bought these. We stole from... dead people. Not... living ones. I'll take the fact that I don't look like an Orrean street rat as a compliment." He looked back up at Miles's face, at the self assured expression when he stated that of course he believed Drake could protect his sister. Something about it made threads tighten in Drake's chest. He wanted to ask how, he wanted to ask why but... but maybe he should take this one as a compliment. Besides, Miles was already diving back into the fruit with a muffled sentence and a barely concealed blush. Actually, not concealed at all. Drake tacked it on to the fact that the lizard faunus's skin seemed to be much paler than his. "For the record," Drake did mumble, "I never thought you were stupid." He did look like the muscle head type, for a point. "Whatever you said, it was lost in fig juice," Drake said with a snort, watching Miles eat before he plucked a fig out of the bag for himself with his claws. He tested the fruit before popping it into his mouth, chewing slowly. After a bit, he swallowed and casually gave Miles a once over, settling his gaze on the faunus's great orange tail. "So, er... what kind of faunus are you? I've seen a few reptile faunus in my day but their tails were very different." He wanted to ask about Tony as well, but... patience. Edited by Vixen and Drake, Jul 2 2015, 02:21 AM.
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| Miles Locke Max | Jul 4 2015, 04:54 PM Post #8 |
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Stupid cat. Stupid compliments...or rather non-insults. Miles cleared his throat and swallowed down another one of the sweet fruits as he willed the blood from his cheeks away. He wanted to sit and question Drake further on Orre and on what sort of place it was and what it had been to the twins...but prying felt wrong. Normally he stuck his nose into any business he'd wanted a piece of but it didn't feel right at the moment. He'd tell him when he wanted to, and given the thousand yard stare Drake had worn earlier Miles wasn't sure he wanted the Espeon to focus on such things now. So instead he focused on fruits. And not being thought of as stupid, that was...almost a first. Tony didn't think he was stupid, but now that made two people who didn't think that. The lizard nearly choked as he preemptively swallowed one of the figs as he got lost in his own emotions. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was nice to be able to be quiet without it being awkward or overly stagnant. The two merely chewed some figs, stared at the scenery and enjoyed the company (in between Miles' fidgeting anyway). The question from the Espeon prompted Miles to push a half chewed fig into his cheek as he spoke, "What kind are you used to seein'?" He took the opportunity to swallow and looked down at his own tail, giving it a lazy flick as he rolled his shoulders in a small half shrug. "I'm a Scrafty. I'm kinda shocked you ain't ever seen one...my kind dig hot climates actually. Lots of us over in the Desert Resort in Unova. My family lives pretty close to it actually!" Miles scratched at the back of his neck and gave a small groan as he found an itchy spot. "Kinda bummed Kalos ain't more like that...it's not as dry here as I'd like..." |
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| Vixen and Drake | Jul 4 2015, 11:23 PM Post #9 |
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The blush on the other had yet to fade from what Drake could catch out of the corner of his eye. Worry pierced him, his claws curling around the edge of the figs bag as Miles continued to eat. He wasn't embarrassing the other, was he? Or doing some other social custom that Drake was woefully unaware of. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Miles off, especially given that being in the other's presence in the moment was a comfort. Drake drifted in the silence for a while, the fur on his tail smoothing completely as he ate the figs, some of the juice escaping his lips. He was quick to lick it up, though as the sun sank Drake found his eyelids getting heavier. He'd have to get back soon or else Miles would be stuck carrying his ass back to his room-- not exactly a great second impression that Drake wanted to give the faunus. His ears flicked when Miles asked the question, and Drake tilted his head. "Well... Krookodile were really common," he said. "The Flygon line right after that. A few 'zards around... Oh! Heliolisk were a dime a dozen too. I might have seen a few of your kind now that I think about it..." Scrafty did ring a bell, and Drake studied Miles, his gem gleaming for a second before something about trying to predict the other faunus's movements struck him. "You're half dark, aren't you?" Drake said. "I have issues with using my Semblance against dark types... Desert Resort, eh?" He sighed and leaned back in the bench, finally opening up his posture. "That sounds wonderful..." The comment about the weather got a laugh out of Drake, a sympathy wince crossing the Espeon faunus's face. "Ugh, yeah. I hear you. My hair is an actual mess thanks to this weather, and I constantly feel like I'm bathing in my own sweat... I take showers twice a day now and I was never one for showers." Drake hesitated, his tail puffing out and ears twitching. "I-- I don't mean that I'm not clean or anything, I just... don't like water-- You know nevermind. Just.. nevermind." He blushed and messed with the edge of the bag, cursing internally before he bit back another yawn. "Arceus," Drake mumbled. "It got late, didn't it?" With a pause, Drake took out a handful of figs and handed the bag over to Miles. "Here, uh. As a token for... listening to me. It really helped." Drake's ears pinned back sheepishly and he gave Miles another smile, though he only held that blue gaze for a second before he felt himself looking away, his own shy nature coming back to the forefront. |
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| Miles Locke Max | Jul 5 2015, 06:10 PM Post #10 |
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"Pfft, bunch'a chumps if you ask me. Scrafty is the TRUE COOL lizard, if y'know what I mean. Them crocs and bugs ain't got nothin' on my line." The lizard buffed his nails on his chest as he stroked his own ego. He did think his species was the coolest of the reptiles though, screw the other ones! "If you ain't ever seen one then I'm glad to be the first. I'm the best one anyway." A cheeky grin spread over the redhead's face as his blush mostly disappeared in the setting sun. Mostly. Miles tilted his head at the question, eyebrows narrowing as he pondered why Drake would ask that. "Uh, yeah? Dark and fightin'." Oh! His expression relaxed a little, "Semblance eh? Whatchu tryin' to do to me? Yer psychic right? Don't go in my head it's a bad place filled with gross shit." The tip of his black tongue poked out from his lips as he teased the cat. "It was...so great there! I mean I uh, I ain't ever lived there totally...but I had family there that I'd get to stay with every now and then. Otherwise I was in the projects." A laugh rumbled from the lizard as he nodded in empathy. "I feel that! My own hair has been a greasy mess thanks to this weather!" The lizard paused and turned his head on the Faunus. He squinted and leaned in as if he were about to reveal some big secret or as if he were going to sniff Drake. Instead he just murmured so the other student would have to strain to hear, "Don't...don't cats lick themselves or somethin'..." He paused before he failed to stifle a snort of a laugh. "Oh yeah! Late!" Suuure, the cat was just embarrassed now. Miles stared down at the bag of figs and grinned, "Oh thanks, I think Tony'd like to try these things too. He's kinda a fatty at heart like I am." A smaller laugh left him and he looked up with a bit of a caught in the headlights stare. "No...no problem...glad to help." Stupid cat. Stop smiling. Miles tore his own gaze away and cleared his throat as he juggled the bag of fruit once. "Well uh...to wrap it up don't worry too much about this place. It's gonna suck but it won't like...kill ya. The people here ain't that tough..." The lizard focused on the setting sun and leaned back against the bench until his spine gave a satisfying pop. "And I got yer back if somethin' does happen..." |
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