AThousandCurses

The Next Hunt: A Pokémon Scarlet/Violet Rp

Interested in dark type.

The Next Hunt: A Pokémon Scarlet/Violet Rp

Might be interested in dark type.

Delta End

Milton Bertel

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"Ngaaaahh." With everyone's attention fixated on the metal man, Milton walked towards the restaurant, undetected of their attention. The world spun round and round in his head. Any thoughts or voice of reason, Margo that would have stopped him didn't. "I'm seeing stars..." With that, he made it up to the front of the restaurant. It seemed very worn down and slightly decrepit. He stood at the door and looked over towards his lady.

"Mmmm'lady, what do you think of this place?" His lady didn't like dirty and unkempt places. If there were so much as a spec of dust on the house, his lady would have him clean it up. While he didn't understand why his lady made extreme efforts to maintain clean spaces, as long as she was happy, he was happy. "It's a messsss. Not even aaaaa doggg wooould come digging in hereeee." Margo's distorted voice came out. If she had anything else to say, she didn't as she remained quiet.

Without delay, Milton stepped into the restaurant. He took a few steps before suddenly kneeling on the floor. "BLAAAAAGH." It seemed like only some things had left his system. When he finally recovered, he looked at the mess he had made. "Oh, my bad." Wiping his mouth, Milton took a look around the area. Well as best as he could as everything spun around him. There target was here somewhere? What did she look like again? His legs wobbled from the motion sickness.

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Milton Bertel

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While everyone was seemingly moving around the vehicle, Milton's brain became putty. "Ngaaah.." The boy groaned. While he had been in cars before, like the train he had used earlier, when the metal man started the engine, something inside him became sick. Milton was slumped against his seat belt and was looking pale. His lady, who was in his grasp, also looked ruffled from the drive.

"G-Give me a second," Milton said in a daze. It took him five times to hit the button that released him from his seat. It took even longer for him to stand up properly. "Ngaaah, the world is spinning." By some miracle, he stumbled outside of the vehicle. That was only to take a turn and go to the back of the car. "Blaaaaaaagh." His stomach was promptly emptied out.

He didn't hear anything that Sophia said and didn't register that Rokkit had already run off to fight. Reaching out and gripping the back of the vehicle, he used too much force and started crushing a small part of it. "Haaa, haaa, haaa..." Breathe in and out. Milton felt a little better, but the motion sickness was still there. "Ngaaaah..."

His lady slowly raised up. "Milllltonnn. Yoooou haaavee to geeeet uppp." Was what she roughly sounded like to him. It came out somewhat distorted to the ears of everyone else. Perhaps his lady got motion sickness as well. However, that was the slight empowerment that Milton needed to hear. Slowly rising up, he came out from behind the car. His thoughts were in disarray as he began to walk towards the building without everyone else.

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Floyd "Flemma" Cloute

Milton Bertel

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“My lady’s name? It's um…” Milton stumbled on his words. What was his lady’s name again? It had been such a long time, since he had actually referred to her as such. Though such a scene was an eyesore to the puppet, who smacked Milton on the head. “You’ve actually forgotten my name!? You fur-brain.” The doll scowled before sighing and turning to the green haired man.

“You may call me, Margo, Mr. Cloute.” There was a small pause from the doll when considering which name to use, before settling on the one that had neither nickname, nor the suggested name that Floyd offered. The green-haired man simply nodded in acknowledgement, shrugging off the ignorance.

Milton shook his head before looking up again. “Why am I here?” Milton pointed towards himself. There was a thoughtful expression, before Milton shrugged. “Dunno. I just received a letter and came with my lady.”

“What they expect from you is unknown even to me.”

“Ngah! Dotcha think that’s kinda rude, my lady?”

Flemma’s lips curled slightly. “Really? I mean, like…what do you want out of this job?” He said, listing out, “Money? Prestige? Quality of life? All three, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Tax exemption?”

“Also, I’ve been wondering.” The gentleman looked over to the small doll on Milton’s hands, amused but curious. “What’s your relationship with Mr. Milton here, Ms. Margo? You seem to be…umm…quite a governess to him.”

The initial word was babysitting, since she’s been way less airheaded than her partner, but he didn’t want to sound patronizing. Either way, it was pretty funny.

“Oh that? Ngmmm. Well, I guess it’s a good opportunity to walk around.” Milton simply said, as if being a part of a security team was like taking a stroll around a park. Margo placed her hands on her temple and let out a deep breath before looking back up at Floyd.

“I’m his caretaker for reasons you have mostly seen.” Margo said while reaching out to pet the back of Milton’s head. The heterochromatic boy leaned slightly forward to the touch and had a happy look on his face. “If you gave Milton a crossword puzzle and gave him specific directions, I’m sure he’d answer the Across questions with the Down answers.”

Though Margo had a few question of her own. “How about you, Mr. Cloute? Unlike Milton, I know the gravity of our situation. Why are you here and why did they recruit you?” From what the two of them had seen, everyone in that room had experience doing dirty work before.

“Their offer letter said a guy with my level of experience is very valuable” He curled his hand’s index and middle finger in response. “I used to fight people as per my old job, so I guess that’s enough reasons for them.”

“As for why I am here…” He gave a thoughtful look, carefully considering what he were to say. “Let’s just say I pissed off some people back then, so they want me dead. I figure why not give them a legit reason to do so, meanwhile hunting them.”

There was a moment of silence from the doll. It was as if those cold beady were judging him for what he said. Though the doll closed her eyes. “Do make sure that your little dispute doesn’t get Milton in trouble.” With that, she removed her hand.

Realizing the source of his headpats were gone, Milton briefly looked downcast before spotting the apparent lack of a right arm from Floyd’s body. “What happened to your arm?” Milton innocently asked as he eyed the stump where his arm should have been.

Margo gave Milton a criticizing look for his lack of tact. “Milton…” Margo began.

“Oh don’t worry.” Flemma let out a laugh, waved his hand casually. “I got asked that a lot. It’s just a result of weapon unfamiliarity, and a LOT of pissed off people.” He pointed to the long sword hanging diagonally on his back. “Don’t worry though, I adapted. Now if anything, they’d be unfamiliar with me instead.”

“Anyway.” He gave the two of them a two-fingered salute and a smile. “It’s nice talking to you guys. Gotta read up again on what the commander said, so talk to you soon…when the mission starts~”

“Okay~ It was nice talking to you Mr. Floyd.” With that the conversation was left finished. Margo sighed as she leaned over towards Milton’s ear.

“You’re quite troublesome, aren’t you, Milton.” The black haired boy beamed at the doll. “You always said that was my best trait.” Though in context, Margo said those words with a mix of sarcasm in them.

“Just make sure to think before you act. Even if your head is filled with dust, at least it’s filled with something. Also refer to him as Mr. Cloute. It’s impolite otherwise.”

“Aww…”

Delta End

Milton Bertel

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"Ngah?" Milton and his lady jumped at the sound of a new voice. Masculine with a little gruff on the side. Looking toward the source, I thought the green-haired man had come just in time. Slow on the uptake, as usual, it took a moment for Milton to respond to the green head man's question. "Ah! Uhh." Taking out his device, Milton paused for a minute. It didn't occur to the black hair boy that he didn't know how to operate the device despite taking it. He was never good with any type of device.

Thankfully, his lady was there to save him from this awkward situation. "Weren't you listening?" His lady said with a scoff. Her head turned towards Milton's hand and stretched out her own. Strings were drawn out of his lady's hand and phased through the boy's hand. Without Milton doing anything, his hand moved by itself. "The PDA is simple." Milton's hand was stretched out to show the weed hair man the PDA.

With simple movements, Milton's hand began to operate the device. "All you have to do is turn the device on. From there, the interface will pop it." As if on queue, the PDA showed the company's logo for a brief second before changing back into the interface. From there, Milton's hand tapped through the various apps with his lady explaining each one.

"Are we clear?" With everything explained, his lady withdrew her strings. Milton acted as if nothing had happened and beamed at his lady. "Wowww, when did you learn that, my lady?" The doll, in turn, shook her head. "When I bought a phone for myself. I even showed you how to use it, you moron." Her head looked back towards Milton's coworker. "As for the headphones, just turn the dial for the right frequency."

Milton nodded before he missed something. "Ngah, how rude of me. I didn't introduce myself." Looking back at his coworker, whose name he hadn't received, he introduced himself. "My name is Milton Bertel, and this is my lady; it's a pleasure to meet you." With a simple bow, he looked up eagerly to hear what the grass head man's name was.

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Delta End

Milton Bertel

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Milton's head perked up at the sight of new faces in the room. Many of whom had unique features to each of them. Especially the man made out of metal. "He's not made out of metal! He's wearing armor, you dolt." His lady whispered to him. She whacked him with her porcelain hand. Though other than that, everyone looked normal. To him, anyways. His lady glared at every person that entered the room.

Milton's attention was caught by the person who called him in, with good manners and blue hair, but the man introduced himself as Nevyn, The Orchestrator. There was a moment when Milton wanted to speak up, but his lady pinched his hand. "Let him finish," With that, he did. It was for a good reason as well. "Ngaah? You want us to capture or kill this lady?" Milton said in confusion. Even though there was a group of people he would be working with; he was talking about debutante and himself.

The doll in his hand 'spoke' with the agreement. "I agree; if you think we can fight, you're sorely mistaken." However, Milton knew that they had little choice anyway. "Though, we'll try to assist with the extent of our abilities." They accepted the invitation after all. It would be rude to use an expensive ticket and leave without good reason. Another factor was also a part of Milton's reasoning, but that didn't matter now.

However, his assistant didn't seem to press his lady. After the doll stared at the assistant for a hard minute, she turned. "Let us go, Milton." Milton leaned forward and nodded in agreement. There was no point in staying after they had received a directive. However, the stuff in the locker room was... a bit much. For his lady, at least. "Do they have no sense of fashion? What hideous design. Milton, we're taking these clothes!" Milton jumped, "Ngah? Okay." Without as much compliance, he stuffed the clothes into his bag. He brought his sewing equipment with him so he could do that much.

The only thing left was the Anima itself. Milton stared at it for a while before closing the locker. He did not need such a thing. After all, he had his lady. With her around, Milton felt he could do anything in the world.

There was much time to reflect after he sat himself down in the back of the vehicle. "All of the things happened today, right, my lady?" Despite everything that happened, Milton held no strong feelings. Sure, it was a surprise to be invited to a security team, sure it was a surprise that they were sent to kill someone, sure it was a surprise that he would have worked with strangers, but that was fine. After all, it was good to take a walk outside the house.

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Milton Bertel

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"Naah, my lady, I think that's enough. We'll run late if you keep doing this." A black-haired youth said. He stood before a tall mirror, looking at his reflection before him. Though he wasn't alone. Two small arms patted down his clothes. "Non! You must look perfect! This meeting is of utmost importance, and I will not have you look like a bumpkin, Milton." Despite being a doll, it 'spoke' to the boy named Milton in a voice that sounded like a lower pitch than his own.

After the doll finished, Milton sighed. "But it's been two hours, my lady…." Since he had woken up, Milton had completed all the preparations before the departure, but the doll in his hand insisted on tidying up his already tidied-up outfit. "Two, three, five, time doesn't equate to progress if nothing is done! Especially with that wrinkle!" Before Milton could respond, he jumped at the sound of a clock ringing behind him. Turning his head around, the hands of the clock were at their assigned time. "Well, it looks like it's time to go, my lady! Time to go!" The doll didn't respond as the boy went and picked up his belongings. Opening the door outside his home, Milton shot one last look of longing before turning back around and leaving.

It was odd that he had received a sudden invitation to join a security unit in the 2nd pillar. Milton didn't know what that entailed but it seemed like a tough job for someone like him. What exactly were the qualifications? He remembered his lady mentioning security dealt with the 'bad people on the streets. Milton only knew how to sew and make tea to an extent, so he was slightly curious about their decision-making. Regardless, it would be rude not to show up after being invited.

Arriving at the train station, he used the special ticket. The number of uses went down to 0, and then he was allowed access inside the train.

The building soon became a blur. Milton looked back down at his lady. "What do you think we're gonna do once we get there?" He asked the doll. The doll shifted, looked up at Milton, and placed her hands on her waist. "What do you think? I'd imagine we'd have at least a basic introduction on why, who, and what we were summoned there for." That made sense. His lady's intuition was only wrong when the Earth was flat, so he trusted her.

After a wait, the train stopped. The few people on the train filtered out, and Milton followed suit. "Wow, so that's the tower?" Milton said as he spotted the tall structure from a distance. It was incredibly tall. Although redundant, Milton couldn't stop but try to process how tall it was. "Stop looking like a dumbfound idiot and enter in! You're making a scene!" His lady slapped him with her small hands. "Sorry, my lady, I'll get going," Milton said as he hurried inside.

The tower inside was as wide as it was tall. It took a minute before Milton moved up to the receptionist. "Hi! I'm here for the errr…." Milton forgot, what was it called again? "IXth SU's δ division." His lady suddenly spoke. A smile grew on Milton's face. "Yeah, that one! You always remember everything perfectly, my lady!" In contrast to Milton's excitement, the receptionist was weirded out by the interaction. However, they did receive directions on where to go next after Milton was verified.

Going up the elevator and heading towards the HQ, he entered inside. He introduced himself. "Milton Bertel. This room is for the δ division, right?" Milton's heterochromia eyes darted around the area. There were a few people other than him. The blue man that he saw before and another lady seemed slightly shocked. There were others as well, which meant that Milton wasn't the first to arrive, but he did arrive on time.

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Milton Bertel

Age

88

Gender

Male

Anima (If applicable)

Debutante

-An anima that takes the form of a Victorian doll. Debutante’s main ability is to enhance the wielder’s physical attributes by taking control of their body. With its strings that sprout from its porcelain body, Debutante can make the wielder more agile or temporarily stronger. It’s major ability is its ability to make the wielder unworldly physical feats.

Personality

Milton has a childish and playful demeanor. Reminiscent of a kitten, he’s often distracted by small things and is a little slow on the uptake. He also has an incredible imagination.

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Backstory

There isn’t exactly much to Milton. The first memory that he could recall was walking around the streets somewhere. He had no recollection of comfort from his mother, nor if he had any siblings. All that he knew was that he walked around everywhere and the scenery kept changing by. The concept of pillars or councils didn’t exactly matter to Milton since he was, after all, a cat.

That was until it did matter when he was caught after being baited into a cage by food. Everything was black after his capturers draped his cage with a black cloth. When he finally saw the light of day again, he saw a little girl before him.

In that first little meeting, they were friends. They would do so many things together. Playing dress up, house, dodging pillows, getting yelled at, and trying to learn how to make tea. He couldn’t quite grasp how to make it since all he had were paws. Every day brought him joy. Him and his growing lady. She grew to be the beautiful lady in his eyes and he somehow managed to transform into a human himself at times. Learning, chatting, getting yelled at, and having fun.

He still didn’t know how to make tea even with hands. It was blissful until his lady started to become more faded. Like a wilting plant, she became weaker and frailer. He tried to take care of her but nothing seemed to stop her age.

That was until a man came. Milton was ushered out when they spoke and when he came back in, they were gone. He was alone once more. Again, introduced to the darkness that was loneliness, Milton spent his time at his lady’s house. Cleaning the rooms, making breakfast, sewing dresses. Milton was intent on wasting in the now ownerless house until the man came back with her.

She was smaller and younger just like the day they met. The man introduced her as ‘Debutante,’ but Milton didn’t care. All that mattered to him was that they were together again.

Until mutual destruction do they part.

Additional information

Milton has the ability to change back to his cat to human form at will. A fact that he oftenly frequently forgets despite being originally a cat.

Milton's has above human level strength despite looking slim. He also has the senses as a cat in his human form.

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Milton Bertel

Delta End

Yeah.