08.02.19. - Not much to see here this month! Just an August Promo and a small Beach Party themed event! And as always, don't forget about our Beta Tests - your feedback is critical to making a modding system that we can all enjoy! Check out the solo beta test here and the volunteer beta test here.
Summer is here, and the heat has come with it! Anrui has fully returned to her typical hot and sticky weather. The pokemon who enjoy the warmth are out in droves, while the ones who preferred the cooler temperatures are finding some shade to relax in. Be warned, though! Just because the temperture is warmer doesn't mean the pokemon are any friendlier...
Welcome to the Anrui Region, where training is illegal. The Anrui Region is a desolate and lonely place, a once bustling region that has lived under the oppression of Team Plasma for many years. Plasma took over and outlawed training of Pokemon. Raids occurred and people and Pokemon alike were killed. Back alley gym matches were held, but people remain terrified to overthrow Plasma. Who will you side with, Plasma? Or The Resistance?
While Xiulan Xia may be new on site, she's carved her way into the spotlight for being a dynamic and well-portrayed character! Shrouded in mystery over the secretive events of her life, she is now painted with conspiracy that seems to follow her wherever she goes - ask her about it, we dare you. Cutthroat and hardened by an intense and passionate drive towards a linear goal, any thread with her is bound to heat up should your character so happen to cross paths with her. We can't wait to see where she goes from here!
"The sketches flew by quickly as Renly searched for the page he was looking for. It was a page with just one sketch, however the empty spaces had been filled in with watercolor paint. The scene depicted two cats - one shiny shinx and one glameow - curled together and napping. "I usually paint with acrylics, but I was testing some new paints my sister got me, and... uh, yea," his voice drifted off, realizing that she probably didn't care about what types of paint he used." - Renly Martell
"Well, obviously not all doors. I did knock on yours though, didn't I? I suppose all doors here are your doors though, so apologies for that one ... My mother wasn't a good teacher, nor an attentive one." - Nova Fuerst
When most people think of birthdays, they think of balloons, gifts, parties, laughter, and cake. However for some people, birthdays are not a day of celebration. The thread put back the stars, starring King Esten and Julian Miller, is not your typical birthday celebration. Instead, this thread takes the birthday theme and artistically turns it on its head, focusing strongly on the loving bond between two friends coming together to make the most of a tough situation.
With the salty ocean air between them, Julian felt his head significantly clear. The fresh air, in direct contrast to the stagnant and musky bar, felt rejuvenating and opened up untapped lines and systems of communication within the man's head, making him more socialable than what otherwise would have been normal. Perhaps a large amount of credit could be due to Ryder, too - the way that the man composed himself was nothing short of warm and charismatic, drawing Julian in like a moth to a flame. As such, the smile on his face only brightened when Ryder mirrored it with one of his own.
When the larger man hoisted his egg up carefully into the air, however, the smile immediately left Julian's face to be replaced with a look of terror. His heart hurriedly thumped into his ears, stirring up anxiety that had finally began to settle at the bottom of his body. “Is that right, buddy? Is this your jam?” Ryder cooed to the shell within his grasp, his body swaying in rhythm to the music that surrounded them. Julian visibly flinched, bi-colored eyes squinting instinctively as he couldn't bear to watch - however, something about his movement seemed... different.
The way that Ryder moved was different than the way his drunken roommates had moved. While they were quick to stumble and fall over each other all the time, dramatically clinging to walls and other furniture and - much to his horror - him, for support - the silver-banged man before him seemed quite stable. While wobbly for sure, his footing never seemed to leave him. The look of dread that had painted itself on Julian's face soon ebbed into one of confusion - and with the raise of en eyebrow, curiosity.
“Do you take after your daddy?” Ryder asked the egg, chuckling as he lowered it back down towards his body. Julian allowed a sigh of relief to escape him in the from of a breath that he hadn't been aware of holding. However terrifying that the handling of such fragile cargo had been, the cyborg couldn't help but giggle at the sentiment that the man had called himself the unborn Pokemon's daddy. Julian did the same thing to his little ones, as did King - and while he would be a fool to trust someone based on this alone, it was always a good indicator of a person's empathy.
As Ryder's hips began to sway in time with the music, soon accompanied by his arms to take up his space - his imaginary stage - a familiar feeling began to itch and tingle under Julian's skin. The urge to join the other man in making a fool of himself dancing was intense, forcing Julian to have to smother it down. For some reason, despite the fact that he had maintained an online persona through dancing humorously to unfitting music for the better part of a decade for thousands of strangers, it was hard to do it in person with someone he was unfamiliar with. As such, all he could do was laugh when Ryder flung himself about rhythmically.
Soon fading into nothing more than a mere head bob, Julian laughed and allowed his head to follow the same motion. His eyes glittered with a sudden playfulness - an inner core of humor within the man that was simply dying to connect, to come out and play - and Ryder's voice met his ears once more, carrying with it an assumed permission to let it out. “Do you like to dance, Julian?” His face lit up like a Christmas tree, cheekbones pushing up into his eyelids as a smile beamed with his pearly teeth. Despite the delighted expression, his eyebrows only slightly furrowed in shy concern - was it really okay...?
Perhaps... perhaps it was. A honky giggle left his chest as he spun on his heels, hips following suit to twist into a circle. Throwing his arms out with his palms open, his legs crossed and jutted in succession to the distant rhythm. One leg stretched out as he turned, twisting in a series of bouncing fluidity as his toes merely kissed the ground for seconds at a time. At this, a much louder bout of laughter wheezed from him, body trembling with the aftershocks of small giggles as he looked at Ryder with a newfound relaxation.
He shifted his legs apart, heels rolling into a motion that he bumped against the rhythm with a snap of his fingers. It was a direct taunt, inviting Ryder to a battle.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Jan 17, 2019 13:03:35 GMT -5
Ryder watched Julian’s expression change drastically in response to his question. His eyes ignited with a fire that Ryder had yet to see from the younger man, and the smile that exploded across his face made him beam back with just as much enthusiasm. As Ryder’s hips continued to sway in time with the music, Julian let out an adorable laugh and began to move as well. His steps were quick and precise, his feet just barely touching the sand as he bounced in perfect succession to the beat. As his movements slowed, Julian’s laugh bubbled with genuine delight, and Ryder’s chest thrummed at the sound.
“Not bad,” Ryder said with a hint of disbelief. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” His voice, laced with the confidence of whiskey and scotch, dipped a bit deeper, and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye as Julian beckoned him with a snap of his fingers. In one fluid motion, Ryder slipped his belongings off his shoulder and placed the egg he held safely in the sand beside them.
Ryder then locked his honey-gold eyes with Julian’s, his eyelids lowering enticingly and his lips curving in a daring smirk. One hand moved up to sweep through his hair as his hips not only swayed to the music, but also punctuated each beat with a slight bump to one side or the other. Beneath his thin shirt, his abs flexed with each movement, and his feet shuffled forward and back, each chasing the other as they moved in rhyme with the music. He then began to turn, his hips swinging in smooth circles as he made one rotation, his hand moving from the back of his neck, down his chest, and then stopping at the hem of his shorts. His eyes swept over Julian, and as they settled back on his face he gave him a quick wink from behind his playful smile, inviting him to come and play.
WORDS: 327 TAGS:JULIAN MILLER / @mabel NOTES: switching out alolan cubone egg (5/15) for s.c. fomantis egg s.c. fomantis egg +1 (15/15) - hatched ooc switching out s.c. fomantis egg for zubat egg (6/x)
Like an ancient instinct, the stirring of a mauve-colored soul inspired by the connection of dance allowed remnants of joy to bubble up within the cyborg and betray his face, tinting the skin a rosy flush as excitement coursed through his veins. Although the dance had been brief, the positive stress accompanied with the physical exertion lead to a certain tightness around Julian's chest - one all too familiar to be concerned about just yet. His inhaler was in his pocket, however, in the event that it became a more demanding presence. [break][break] "Not bad," He heard Ryder's quiet voice offer to the summer air, thick and heavy with tension of a certain kind that the brunette was much too self-doubtful to confront. While something hung in the air - something odd that he couldn't quite place his fingers on - it was a certain kind of way that Ryder's voice murmured low, allowing it to quickly fall from the tall man's mouth and whisk into the sands below. "You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?" [break][break] For a moment, the cyborg's eyebrows rose up with his cheekbones, painting a nervous smile upon his visage. Julian found himself unsure of the implications that were surely carried with the sentence; was he being... playful? Was it a compliment, or an insult? Should he say thank you? He swallowed down a tight tangle that rose to his throat, yet Ryder slipping off his backpack and setting the eggs atop a makeshift nest certainly helped the questionably tasting pill of confusion go down easier. [break][break] It was then that the other man's eyelids lowered, slow and thick like honey, accompanied by a sudden twist in his grin. With a symphony of fast-paced music flowing over the distance of golden sands, now tinted pink from evening sunrise, he began his own display of energy. Timing each movement with a subtle bounce of his hips, Ryder's body shifted on time with the rhythm as he shuffled - however, in a way much different than Julian did. This caught the man's attention as he studied Ryder's feet, a smile finally reappearing on his features as he witnessed a style he had so rarely seen. [break][break] Allowing his hips to guide him into a fluid turn, the other man's hands followed a pathway down the back of his neck, smoothly transitioning over his bulky chest and then down his waist. It was there, however, that he stopped. Finally peering up at the other man, Julian's eyes - both genuine and artificial - met the sight of Ryder scanning his form. A puzzled expression came to the cyborg as a rose tint overtook his ears at such focused attention being centered towards him. [break][break] With a wink from the other to reassure Julian of his playful nature, however, a small smile returned to his face as his shoulders fell with the exhale of a breath that he had not been aware of holding. While lacking the muse to verbally respond to Ryder - partially because of his shyness, and partially because he wanted to preserve his oxygen as gracefully as he could - he was happy to join the other in dance once more. [break][break] While much too overprotective of the eggs in his own backpack to set them aside, Julian knew his style to be mildly turbulent at worst for the little ones inside. As such, he finally shifted into a beat, quickly rolling his wrists out to extend his arms while his legs took turns alternating his weight at each beat. When his arms swept back inwards to cross, his legs shot outwards to catch the locomotion of his body, before skipping back inwards to hop into quick and precise footwork. [break][break] With the sand below his feet offering some natural resistance, combined with the weight at his back, Julian found himself soon tightening further in the chest. One foot shuffled back as the other smoothly jutted out to catch his weight, before the pair finally joined together to catch the man in a bounce. From left to right he jumped to the rhythm, hips twisting to accent the impact of his admittedly fleet-footed landing. It was all in the illusion of presentation; a delicate balance between quick and light, peppered with sporadic heavy and impactful tones on certain odd beats. [break][break] Finally, he forced himself to stop before he got too carried away, bouncing backwards to allow Ryder to have the makeshift dance floor. A skipping trail of laughter chirped from his throat, laced with heavy breaths of air as he panted from the physical exertion. He had never had anyone dance with him before, and found the sensation of his skin prickling with joy and a sheen of sweat to be utterly electric. Why couldn't everyone just communicate like this? It was so free, so... fun. He watched for what Ryder would do with great interest, eyes fixated on the man with his full attention.
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