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Damien sat in the quiet Pokemon center, a Jolteon asleep across his lap. He was flipping through a book while he waited for his Slowpoke to be released. Swift, as Damien has named him, had gotten into quite the fight with some pidgeottos, and needed to be taken care of. He wasn’t too worried about him Damien knew Swift was in good hands here, and that the wounds weren't going to do anything permanent to him.

He absentmindedly scratched the Jolteon behind her ear. She let out a soft sound, still asleep. Normally while waiting, Damien would have kept her in her ball, but Hope was refusing at the moment and who was he to argue with her. 

Damien practically jumped when the quietness was broken. Although the sounds was soft, it was enough to catch him off guard. 

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“It is very hot.” He relented, red eyes scanning the beach. “Though we may be overdressed.” 

“...The oceans is pretty.” 

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On the Right Path (closed for theketchupspy)

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He was certain that he had made good progress on the route that Gemuse had pointed out to him.

Maybe he really would get to the city before it was completely dark. 

However, that hope was dashed when he heard a massive explosion behind him. He turned, staring. He thought about moving on anyway, but what if that guy had been hurt. 

Sure, their meeting hadn‘t been that good, but he couldn't leave someone in need behind. He looked up to the Volcarona who was resting on his back. He then started to sprint the way he had come. 

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It wasn’t an unusual event for Fate to become distracted when searching for an assassination target. Often times stakeouts where boring, and something would catch her attention quite like a child finding spotting something shiny. This time it was the sight of something green in her peripheral vision. 

From high atop the clifftops, the demoness could spot something unnaturally bright moving among the typically dull Hellscape though details evaded her. Ever curious, she stalked closer, following carefully from far above. Much to her dismay, but not too far from her usual luck, Fate found a weak spot among the suspended rock. Her footing giving way to her weight and gravity, the demon plummeted, hitting the ground with a disproportionately large thud and cloud of rubble.  

After some time Fate poked her head out from the crater her falling form had caused, embarrassed but persistingly curious about the anomalous bright color she had spotted. Magenta eyes scanned over the landscape only to fall on... a human? And seemingly a live one.  

“How lost does one have to get to wind up in the fourth rung of hell?” She spoke for no other reason than to call further attention to herself, or perhaps to break the silence. Her head was still reeling from her fall, it might have been best not to speak at all. 

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The moment the door slid open, it had already come to Libra’s attention that this soul had come here from somewhere far, far away. Its feel, texture, energy. It was a human soul all the same, but at the same time, completely different. All fruit, but this a pear, when nothing but apples were in sight.

That pear belonged to a tall man. Lively green, vibrant fuchsia lenses, a man of energy, but a lax energy, a freely flowing energy, a river, a stream.

“Good evening, sir, and welcome to the Alkaid bar.” Their usual greeting, their usual undisturbed smile. They waited until the guest approached the counter to say, in a quieter voice, “What brings an other-dimensional being here, and what can I get for him tonight?”

[awiishingstar]

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It had only been a matter of time. 

Knocks at his door in the middle of the night weren’t uncommon, but the absolute desperation of the pounding that woke him tonight had him at the door before his brain had even registered leaving bed, let alone the danger that could be on the other side. 

Thankfully (despite how awful and wrong the word felt), it wasn’t the men that were hunting him that stood on the other side of the door when he freed the last lock and pulled it open, but a familiar, sobbing woman with a convulsing child in her arms. 

“The fever won’t go down!” The woman sobbed in her mother tongue as she released her daughter into the stars arms. 

“Gemuse, wake up!” Cecil shouted, despite the fact that the banging would have surely woken anyone in the small house. “I need ice! As many trays as you can carry from the freezer!” 

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Leisurely, he eats a halved strawberry from a fork ( and even THAT appears to be made of solid gold ) before using the pronged end to gesture towards the person standing before him -- or, more accurately, the mop of bright green atop his head. 

“Was that a curse? Or is it natural? You know, I think I can help you out...”

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theketchupspy answered your ask: "I didn't actually think you'd do it." ((Sorry if...

Damien knelt on the floor, eyes locked onto the ground where a puddle of his blood had formed. The sleeve of his sweater was stained, and now had a hole in it from the bullet.

"It's all a blur" Damien told Gemuse "I remember being taken to a warehouse, and after that, nothing." He spoke softly through his clenched jaw.

He watched as Gemuse wrapped up his shoulder "at least- at least-" he tried to make a joke, say something to lighten the mood. But something, be it the pain, or something else, stopped him.

He nodded slowly "it really fucking hurts" he hissed "being shot fucking hurts!" Damien wasn't angry over it. He couldn't even pinpoint how he felt. On one hand, they were both alive now. Gemuse could have shot to kill after all.

Slowly Damien stood up, his hand grasping at his wound. "Please" he said softly "just- please lead the way. I don't know where the fuck I am." His voice trembled as he spoke.

Everything was still a mess in the young mans head, he could barley focus on the room around him. It felt like the room was moving on its own. Weather or not it was always like that, Damien had no idea.

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Huh. 

He’d been so sure that this was what humans did. He’d spent enough time in bars that he thought people bought alcohol for each other when they were either courting or one was upset. 

He may have miscalculated, and he doubted the bar tender would let him return the drink at this point. 

“What...should I do with it?” 

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Barring Other Circumstances (closed for theketchupspy)

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It had been a rather uneventful two months, much to his relief. He had decided to stop for the night in the latest place he was in. He could move on again in the morning.

For now, he was sitting in the local bar, gulping his way through a bottle of beer. He already had one empty one sitting on the table in front of him.  It seemed he had no plans to do anything other than drink his way through the evening. 

He felt that he was fine with that. It had been a couple of months since the last time, and he had no intention to get as sizzled as he had at that point. He didn’t even remember what had happened, but he highly doubted that it had been good.

He had yet to realise that his night might not go as planned.

[psychiatriie]

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❝ Ehh, it’s not like there’s anything interesting around here. ❞ GLADLY TAKING HER DAY OFF WORK, Kayla had been sitting on the outskirts of a coffee shop, gently sipping at a cooling cup of coffee. Usually she liked to sit there to advance some more homegrown research but today was a day she decided that she really should relax. It just so happened that she found somebody to even make small talk with.

❝ At the very least you can depend on the coffee in this place being so good, right? Anyway... what brings you here? ❞

[wanderingthroughideas]

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Joey watched as the last customer of the morning rush head out the glass double doors and into the foggy Seattle morning. The shop was now pretty empty save for a few patrons sitting and typing away on laptops and phones, relatively unaware of the world happening around them.

Seeing as no one really needed him at the moment, Joey took to sweeping up around the counter. There wasn't much there but, he didn't feel like standing around doing nothing at the moment. Plus, it gave his mind a chance to wander about, passing from thought to thought and sometimes hiting him with bits of inspiration for songs and poems.

Today though, his mind was focused on a certain regular that he'd grown fond of. He wasn't sure if it was the red eyes and green hair or maybe his sense of humor, but Joey had taken quite a liking to Gemüse. He wasn't in everyday, but when he did show up Joey was always happy to see him.

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“Well!” Gemüse said; the grin on his face absolutely Cheshire as he propped his chin on top his hands and peered at the woman before him with barely open eyes.

“What brings a lady like you to parts like these?”

To say Fate was apprehensive was generous, she was absolutely suspicious of the man before her. What was going on here? Where was she and who was this man who greeted her with a smile so eerie? 

“Pray tell,” She spoke, taking several long strides back. She gave pause taking several glances around before rubber-necking to try and find even one landmark to suggest even vague familiarity. “where exactly have I gotten myself to?” 

[awiishingstar]

@theketchupspy: con

Dragging the sick stranger home really hadn’t been his wisest idea, considering how long he’d been away from modern illness strands. Moving him onto his couch and half burying him in throw blankets had been even worse, as it really went against his ‘I don’t care anymore’ plan. He just...couldn’t leave him there. 

Damn his useless, bleeding heart. 

Still, he wasn’t a complete fool. If the man was going to stay then he was going to get answers. Not that he actually knew what to do with them once he had them. A spy from another world? Did he mean a realm, such as the feywilds? Or was he referring to a literal planet? Or something else entirely? 

“Okay.” If nothing else he could pity being weak and having people hunt you when you just wanted to go home. “Rest, and I’ll get you something to eat. I think I have some vegetable soup left over. I should also have some sandwich meat.” 

As he spoke he wandered through the archway that separated the kitchen and the living room, petting a fur ball of a cat on his way. They could still hear each other from the distance so he wasn’t too worried.  

[princeoflegend]

@theketchupspy: con

“...Casimir.” It was strange, but his own name had become foreign on his tongue. Those in his woods either knew who he was by sight, or found comfort in his title. He’d learned quickly that outsiders were the opposite. 

“Do you think you can sit up?” On his knees beside the stranger, he offered his hand, being sure to move the limb slow enough that he could see the points at the end of the metal fingers. 

[someflareoutwithlove]

theketchupspy answered your ask “Ha-Have your fun! Y-You will NEVER hear me say you win!”

Damien flinched at the touch, pulling away slightly as he closed his eyes slightly. He was already beginning to panic, his heart slamming against his ribs as the rope around him tightened. 

He let out a grunt as he struggled against his binds. “I- I don’t- I don’t know anything” he said “I- what- what makes you think I- I- I would know? I- I’m- I’m sorry.”  

Damiens looked at the file, eyes scanning over it. Even if he did know who it was, with his mental state he wasn’t likely able to help.  He struggled to answer questions at the best of times. Being kidnapped and tied up only made it worse.