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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 2:36:26 GMT 9
Argent watched the creature- the pokemon, he supposed- meld out of the collar, and look at him, with weird, creepy black eyes.
And then it spat at him. Argent jerked back, spluttering, hair and outfit sopping. "What the fuck!" He howled, wiping water from his face and chasing after them. "You're paying for that, Angel!" He snarled. Argent dug in his pocket, pulling out that ball the Prof had given him. He drew back, and hurled the metal thing at the back of Angel's head.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 1:54:41 GMT 9
Argent just looked at him. Whatever he had been expecting Angel to say, it wasn't.... that. "What?" He asked, shockingly devoid of mockery or cruelty because what had Angel even said. Surely, surely, he had misheard.
He- he had seen Angel naked before. And. Surely he would have remembered-
Something under his shirt wiggled, and it only brought more questions when something pink and round poked out, followed by the weirdest fucking shade of blue.
Honk!!
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 0:27:23 GMT 9
Everything coming out of Angel's- no, sorry, Saint's, what a pretentious fuck- mouth was laughable. Maintenance fee? Why was he here? Did he even like pokemon? Absolutely mad.
"You wanna charge me maintenance?" He asked, a sibilant hiss, that fucking grin still on his face. "Sure, sure deal. We can have that agreement." Another painful squeeze, like he was trying to crush Saint like a grape. "In fact, I'd love-"
A honk.
Argent blinked, and reflexively grabbed at Saint's chest. He squeezed gently, and it honked. "... Angel..." He purred, a smug, stupid look on his face. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 19, 2023 6:41:49 GMT 9
Okay, so, the plan had failed. Argent had waited around for Angel, and had come across nothing. Zip. Nada. Like, how was that even possible? It was a lightning plain that had a bunch of other dumb animals and no one else was around? Argent had waited around, until he heard something- And the game kicked him out, because Angel had woken up (or stopped playing, or whatever) and had to fight to get himself unstuck. 'Course, Finn wasn't going to let him off that easy. He played dumb, citing it as "just a prank, dude," and let that be that.
He bid his time, and waited until he could spy a vague little patch of whiteness on Angel's little whiteboard- Where a chunk of "go to sleep" had been erased.
"You're in luck, buddy." Argent was simply there, slinging his arm around Saint's shoulders a little too chummily, a little too tightly. Their heads knocked together in a decidedly best-pals way. "You've already got a friend here! Isn't that wonderful?" He squeezed Saint a little more. Out of. Friendliness. "We can talk about friend things. Like restaurants. Dating. Getting up early for lectures."
A tighter squeeze. "Not stealing from each other."
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 18, 2023 22:29:46 GMT 9
Argent, with no regard for safety or human life, simply released the pokemon then and there, and stared at it appraisingly. "Huh," He said, arms crossed over his chest. The charmander looked up at him eagerly.
Finally, Argent broke the little survey. "See?" He said, recalling the weird lizard. "Was that really so hard?" Like, you've got drawers of the little guys. Just... hand one over.
"Thanks prof, really." Argent said, standing, stretching his shoulder, and heading to get out of this unkempt little tent because this couldn't be safe for anyone? Maybt that's why she was so uptight.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 18, 2023 13:54:43 GMT 9
Argent held the Professor's gaze, defiant and unrepentant. What did he care if she didn't like him? A, she wasn't real, and B, even if she was, people could be easily replaced, if they didn't have the right connections. And to be living like this... she didn't.
He eventually smiled gamely at the Professor, shaking his head and rolling her eya as if she were the one being childish, sprawling in a chair and putting his feet (the fuck?) up on her desk. "You've got it, Prof." His tone was wholly humoring. He would absolutely answer her questions.
Wasn't it sad, to live like that?
And then she asked the absolute dumbest question in the world. He laughed- threw hia head back and laughed, and wiped tears from his eyes before looking at her again, cold and pitying and disdainfully.
"Honestly? Is this what you do out here? Rip quizzes from Buzzfeed to give me a cockfighting animal? What, you gonna read my horoscope next?" This was absolute madness. Who did this?
He pulled his legs down, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees. "I'm only going to say it once more: Give me the strongest pokemon you've got, so I can get out of here."
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 17, 2023 22:26:23 GMT 9
Oh, this place kinda sucked, huh?
Argent squinted at the worldspace. He didn't really do pokemon- like, in elementary school- but wasn't the lab supposed to be a... lab? With tiles and stupid machinery and whatever? This place was a dump. It almost reached their dorm. Almost.
He listened to the Professor, until about "before." This was not holding his attention. "Yeah, whatever," He said dismissively, waving a hand at her like she was a dog tryna hop up on the dinner table for snacks. "I'm not interested. Give me the strongest pokemon you've got, so I can get out of here."
Finally, finally, he turned to actually look at the professor. "Today?" He demanded, voice impatient, holding all the airs of a child who screamed for his daddy to buy the entire limited backstock of PS5s explicitly so no one else could have them.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 17, 2023 22:17:23 GMT 9
It was super inconvenient, having to back to the apartment sometimes. But, like, frat houses were by definition apeshit insane, and like sometimes he did actually just want to relax.
Finn stretched as he unlocked the door, stepping in. "Angel! I'm back!" He called, uncaring of the hours or if Angel was studying or other neighbors. Fuck 'em, honestly.
But... nothing happened. Finn dropped his bag in a chair, waiting for the little, broken "Hey Finn," before shutting the bedroom door, or some other tirade about the apartment or the fridge or who gave a shit what else. But.... nothing. And it wasn't like Angel was out, either, because the guy only left for classes.
Which, like, meant it was open invitation to look for him, yeah?
Finn poked his head around (in all of the two otherplaces someone could be), only to find Angel asleep. Bit early for the cram student, but sure.
As long as you ignored the giant stupid piece of plastic superglued to his face.
Finn strode into the bedroom unrepentantly, just looking at him. Didn't he know it was a fake, shit machine? The box even said it was a WorldVievv. Like, c'mon. "Angel. Hey. Helloooo." Confident now that the man was gone, Finn left.
He then returned with duct tape. Which, surprisingly, wasn't loud enough to rouse Angel, even as he atarted meticulously taping the edge of the comforter to the bedframe. He then slid under the bed (and like, what? Too good to stash things under the bed?) and taped down the other side of the comforter.
Getting to his feet again, Finn surveyed his handiwork. Snug as a stealing roommate taped in a bed. He nodded, pleased, and went to go set up his own, official, WorldView.
Angel still hadn't greeted him, after all.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 17, 2023 0:09:48 GMT 9
PLAYER: Finn Argent | CHARACTER: Argent | | | PRONOUNS: he/him/his AGE: 23 ORIENTATION: Bisexual LOCATION: Cleveland, Ohio, USA OCCUPATION: What are you, a cop? | GENDER: Male AGE: Adult ENABLE PKMN SPEECH? Yes PAIN THRESHOLD: Realistic TRAINER CLASS: Kindler |
OUT OF THE GAMEFinn stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Along the central wall of the shared area was a large flag. It was gules- red, for the laypeople- decorated with armor and leaves. It was a French shield, with three argent stars at the top, and an argent reared lion across the field.
Ironic that the Argent crest didn't have much.... argent.
"Angel!" He called, not turning to look in that direction. "Perfect, right?"
If his roommate responded, Finn did not hear, already moving to keep decorating the dorm. It sorely needed it.
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Finn Argent is rich- Is, despite that his father wanted to throw some silly PR stunt and toss him out to the smallest college in Ohio to "learn responsibility."
Fortuntely, Finn is a quick learner.
He made connections, joined a Fraternity, and got himself right back on his feet. Turns out, people at colleges are fucking dumb, and will pay top dollar for shit you can get off AliExpress for a 20. So, while mooching what he could off the frat house, and the countless parties around, he ordered a bunch of "real" "genuine" WorldViews and sold them for thousands.
Sometimes it really was that easy.
Until he let himself into the dorm, the place spotless. Angel was something of a neat freak, so that was expected. But the place looked like the cleaners had been through. Maybe there'd be an afternoon tea waiting for him on his desk.
There was not. There was a note.
Adorable.
Until Finn found his trunk just full of clothes. Where was his stuff? He went to the litle closet, and tucked behind his blazers were his WorldScreens, all stacked in a neat little line.
Missing one, though.
Finn let out a laugh. He took his earnings, and sprung for a real WorldScreen.
Two could, quite literally, play that game. | INSIDE THE GAME Argent and Finn are the same. He's pretentious, arrogant, and thinks he's entitled to the world. Argent craves attention- attention from everyone, and a person's whole attention. If you aren't looking at him, talking to him, thinking about him- that's a problem.
An easy way to get attention is to win, and be the best. Which- it's Argent. They might as well have the trophies engraved as soon as he gets there. The thought of losing simply never occurs to him- and even if it did, this was a video game. And despite what they claimed, they were all pay-to-win. | FACE CLAIMS Jing Yuan from Honkai Star Rail by Hitohachan_ Jing Yuan from Honkai Star Rail by ONLYTRUEPAIN
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