Savo

Summoners of Babel

- Lux & Gerald Luzpin -

Hah! The attention of the man was garnered, but why wouldn't such a spectacular magi of the shadows as he not? With such a humble response, Lux's grin grew even larger as he motioned in for a bow. Looking up from his station, the side of one of his cheeks pulled away, extending his smile on that side of his face. "Hah! Wisdom on one plate and humility on the other? Hah," he bellowed, shooting straight up as he leaned back, using one wide opened hand to slightly obscure his face, the other was extended straight out as if reciting a line to an audience.

"Such illustrioum suits a man of your passing, but exert not your modesty for none is required!" Without warning, Lux dashed forward before pivoting just slightly as he launched himself off the table, knocking what little ale was left from his mug in the process. It shot somewhat towards Gerald who instinctively shifted away from the projectile... before recalling he was ethereal and that the mug was a meter off from hitting the chair.

That wouldn't exactly stop the wisp from barking out at him for such headstrong actions. "Lux, mind where you're go-" The man was already upside down, spinning above the black mist, smile widening by the second as the spirit continued his verbal assault. "-ing, and respect the guests," his raspy voice called out as Lux landed onto another table, surprising the inhabitants who looked to be intoxicated.

"Ugh, when do you all receive your food," he whispered to one of the members, watching as Lux literally danced around the menagerie of chucked beer balls from the goofy smiling tavern-goers.

"Probably in about five minutes or so," Ven shrugged, chugging down the rest of his beer as Mayette cackled wildly beside him. Groaning, Gerald got off of his ill-gotten seat, noticing Lux was on another table already, making another ludicrous pose before dashing off to another. "I shall return; these sort of antics must come to a resoution..." He then floated after the man, shaking his head as he rapped his claws on top of it.

On the meanwhile Lux was nearing the table containing Sam and a couple of other individuals, he took a detour, ending up barely maintaining a semblance of balance on one hand as his legs shot up adjacently as if he knew some martial arts. He scarcely was able to take in the scenery, but briefly he recognized that one lady from earlier - the one who he believed was the least successful out of the myriads of people who went against the child's doctrine.

He fleetingly gave the brunette a wink and a coy grin, but not before he felt he was losing his balance. Jamming his hand against the table, he shoved himself up, but alas, tragedy would befall such a whimsical action as he flew through the air. As he glided downwards to finally greet those he denoted from earlier, Lux caught himself on the recesses of the table. Unable to maintain balance, he plummeted to the floor below.

"Oh crimey," he hissed, rushing forward to try and merge with his master so he too could share his phantasmal abilities, but he saw some shadows and how his partners bottom was becoming a black, goo-like substance, but continued towards the table. The process took a few seconds but it was like the boy melted away, never truly existing at all.

But...

"HAH! Just as planned," he thought to himself, finding his own being within the gloom. Lux rubbed his hind, wincing just a little bit as he did feel the surface of the floor as well.

Yup, he definitely planned for the considerable amount of pain that would be dealt.

Landing on the edge? On purpose; no miscalculation.

Not at all winging it.

Nope.

...

...

Gerald stared at the dissolved space where his partner entered, he sighed floating over to those occupying the table; a young man and the older man who went by the name of Samuel. "Apologies for my partners... inadequate display and screeching." He gave the duo a polite bow, putting his transparent arm across his chest before coming back up.

"Give him a second; Lux is attempting to act 'amazing' and oh so mysterious," he deadpanned, staring at the ground, pondering on where he might pop up... and he really wasn't surprised when he saw the man slowly rematerialize within the shadows across from him... how unexpected.

"Met before?"

A voice emanated from the newly reformed Lux... who took his sweet time coming out of that alternate realm. He smiled widely, crossing both arms across his chest. "A shade to those around, invisible as none shant hear, my silver tongue sheathed, as it never did fly at the child you rallied against with many others!"

"And yet, the threat looms on such yonder, strip those denounced as tools, useless, limp, and cowering the child shall become. I'm sure... but enough of such talk! I must properly introduce my partner and I!" Instantaneously, one of his arms flattened across his chest, another adjacent just as the former over his head.

"I who wanders within the evergloam..."

"I who is a mystifying whisper amongst untenable beings..."

"I who inspires fe-"

"Can we skip to the part where you shout out your name and title, then mine? I'm sure those you are entertaining don't want slews of feeble dialogue for ten minutes."

The smiling boy dropped his arms, pinching his dorsum as he frowned at the impatient mist who was tapping his darkened wraps. Sighing, he repeated the pose, letting out a sigh as he brazenly smiled once again.

"I am Lux of the Dimming Noir!" His arm shot out, palm supine as he attempted to direct attention to his spirit. "And this spirit is my legendary partner! Gerald the Forlorn! A pleasure to join such a list littered with many acquaintances!" As he finished, Lux swore his spirit uttered "finally" under his... ghostly breath.

Retracting his arm, he gave a polite bow to those at the table before glancing at the young man he was seated with... so...

This other guy he was with...

He must be that Gabriel fellow who was calling out to him earlier!... in a rather high pitched voice (can humans even hit such frequencies?)

"And you must be Gabriel! I have answered your plea, but I must say... Such an impressive throat! I never expected a pitch to rival one of a flute, especially for a human! A plausible hex or the gods chose you to herald a feature as is?"

... this was going to go downhill fast.

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@Legion02, @Duoya, @TheWindel, @MacDuffy, @KoL, @Lonewolf685, @cloudystar

Summoners of Babel

@Savo
So Im not the only one who is been giving people titles/nicknames/tags

@Lady Athena

Nope as Lux does too in the most ridiculous(ly badass) way as possible xP

No longer shall ye be alone!

Alola! From Alola!

@Bornlucky by the way, mind if I reserve one of the local kid roles now?

Alola! From Alola!

@MonkeyBusiness maybe; let me take a look at her and brainstorm; might send a pm out after a shower.

Alola! From Alola!

I should probably reserve a spot considering my app is about done and all I'm doing is working out bonds xD

Edit: Basically what I have as of now; probably need a few more possible bonds xP

Samuel Ayers

"*Yawn* yo!... did I sleep in late again?"

Name:
Samuel Ayers

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Samuel is one of the few older teens around the place, though he isn't one of the larger giants wandering the isles. Standing at about 177.8 cm, this brunette hair hued boy is around average height with unkempt hair. While it seems to spike off in different directions, it's actually a lot softer and smooth to the touch. Sam's eyes are usually half open for, well, half the day (or until he runs), whilst they become wider than a Snorlax later on in the day; his eyes are a bright olive coloration. He can be often caked in sweat, though that's more attributed to the unusual wear for the weather around Alola. The only thing that really isn't out of place is his cyan tank top with writing on it. Sams wardrobe also involves a white jacket with red stripes running down both sleeves. Finally, he has dull, worn out green pants with jet black shoes.

Personality:

Samuel can easily be considered a walking contradictions of sorts; on one end he enjoys relaxing to the point where he falls asleep (and much to the chagrin of Jojo). On one end, if in the correct mood, he can be just as active as his first pokemon an attempt to get some of his friends to go on runs with him... which is a bad idea.

While he does have an open and happy go lucky demeanor, he still has quips of immaturity. He enjoys messing around with people and pokemon alike, teasing or "misplacing" (moving/hiding) objects in the vicinity. Sam even loves messing with Jojo when they are running such as spooking him when running after going out of sight... lets just say he seldom does that anymore considering he got punched in the gut one too many times. Asking him to stop is rather risky as it's a fifty-fifty chance he will continue messing with you or actually end his charades.

Regardless, if asked for help, he will most likely willingly go along with it, considering he never has anything better to do. Usually a little more optimistic when requested for assistance. During this duration, he never acts irresponsible and will normally act a little frustrated if he sees someone slacking off with little to no good reason. Even with his assistance, he is unsure of what he wants for his future, but he knows one thing - he has no plans to inherit his moms dojo.

Bonds:
Mom:
Sam loves his mom a lot and maintains a tight relationship wtih her, but feels she could be a little less demanding, especially when it comes to his workout routines. She wants him to take over the local dojo one day, but he has other plans for the future since he isn't entirely sure of it. More often than not, she's very encouraging of Sam and has let him have a lot of freedom on a lot of things.

Dad:
While he is usually out of the region on business ventures, when he usually comes back, there will be pranks involved. Sam and his father will usually contest each other over who can mess around with each other better. Sometimes his mom may get involved which normally ends badly for the duo. They have a little difficulty understanding each others limits.

Keiko:
She's one of the few people he can consider to be a very close friend of his. Sam has known this stylish gal since the age of six. While formerly shy around her, Samuel bonded with her through creativity involving any adventure... which started with a torn shirt. While he has, erm, "grown" more mature, he still takes an interest in some of her activities, mainly dancing. He often non-maliciously teases her over her height and other items, though for the most part he is very friendly with her.

Jojo:
Jojo came from his mother's Machamp, Atlass. While he was personally hatched by Sam, he doesn't seem to tolerate his "father's" somewhat lethargic attitude, though that could be because he loves being physically active. Even so, when he does see Sam push himself, he doubles his own efforts. At the end of the day, even with some of his indolent actions and attitude, he can never find himself to really be annoyed; secretly enjoys Sam not waking up (considers it a workout in its own).

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Jojo

Pokemon:
Machop

Gender:
Male

Pokemon's Nature:
Jojo comes off as somewhat of a serious pokemon, despite his eccentric actions such as peculiar posing. He often spends most of his time striving to drag Samuel out of bed, usually with some form of annoyance. When Sam does give in, they go out for a work out in the form of a run or two which makes Jojo feel spectacular. Jojo can also be almost unmovable to any challenge and even stubborn for attempting to complete it. Enjoys playing volley ball.

Jojo also notes Atlass as an opponent he plans to take down in the future.

Pokemon's Move
Bullet Punch, Focus Energy, Knock Off, Cross Chop

Summoners of Babel

<Snipped quote by Cherrywitch>

I think it's made funnier because no one in that room can tell what Gabriel is saying, and the only spirit-kin that's talked to him thinks he's some sort of valiant knight personality.

@RabidAnubis

That will probably change in my next post with my character spouting off more astounding titles.

Gabriel, Archangel of Horizons sounds good.. either that or replace horizons with Adorabirds.

Summoners of Babel

And here comes Lux being an attention whore of sorts!

He probably interrupting a conversation Sam was having with another character in the process... a possibly great impression so far.

Summoners of Babel

- Lux & Gerald Luzpin -

=And a few friends as well=

"So ya didn't deliver any of your lines, or go through any sort of action?"

"With perturbing implications of corruption and consummation, an ebony soul would forfeit and wilt from the contestation of gods," Lux spoke in a hushed, enigmatic way, slamming his frothing mug to the table as he motioned his hand to his face. His face was almost completely obscure, saved for that mask he always donned.

The elven girl began chortling after taking a swig of her beer, slamming it onto the table as hard as he, having to calm down on the matter at hand. "Ha ha! Like I'd give a damn! Seriously, what a low as hell noble asshat! I'd break his pwetty wittle face and do the realm a favor... by..." She whispered the last part to her two friends with a devious smile imprinted on her face. Backing away, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she giggled at their facial reactions... well, mainly Ven's as Lux could only frown and Gerald was a spirit.

"Ugh Mayette, why did you have to put that image into my head," the incubus grimaced, clutching his nether region as his tail remained low. He stayed still and quiet, shivering at the notion.

"Calm your spirits comrade," the blackened man echoed loudly across the rampaging tavern, "With calculations upon her soul, it is an awarity that our petite pal will not strike upon the nethers, will she now?" He turned and eyed the leather clothed girl giving her a simple smile.

"Not unless you want me to... I mean, there are plenty of things I would love to with you two," she spoke in a flirty and mischievous voice that only caused the incubus to brighten up like a beet. She even threw a wink in also before going back to gulping her seventh mug of beer.

"Indulge later within," he retorted, shooting a concealed wink back at the elf who rolled her eyes and began laughing even harder before coughing up some ale. Lux could only sigh as he pushed up his mask as if they were glasses. "Regardless, even if unwise, the sound of the drums beat then and I should of lead on, clambering forward to address such impulses." Lux took a glance at the mist behind, having a full understanding that he would quiz him on his mindset.

"Even after I implored ye to not intervene," the raspy voice of the spirit came forth, questioning Lux's reasoning and even garnering the attention of the discomforted Ven. "He could report you to a constable or passing guard!" As the spirit shot back, the dust emanated from him more violently before coming to a stop. Shaking his head he stared at his partner, spectral fingers rapping on the table.

"Such hubris was his mistress, belief of strength in hand, the child thinks he can herald us with peroration," he sniggered at the end, the elf and incubus with looks of wonder on their face. It took the incubus a minute to realize what he was speaking of as Lux slowly sipped away at his mug. A grin crossed his face when he saw that glimmer of realization cross the horizon as Ven's finger pointed out towards him.

"Oh, er, I getcha. He basically thinks with one fell swoop he could take y'all down, even without assistance from the guards, right," the nervous incubus stumbled out to which Lux swiftly took the nearly empty mug from and slammed it down, shocking Ven whilst Mayette frowned and began growling at the notion. "Hah! Well said Ven!" He shot up from his seat, crossing an arm over his chest as his index finger was erected like the Tower of Babel itself.

"That explains why he failed to beckon a guard over to the vicinity... or there could be the possibility that he arrested that one boy as soon as they left," the spirit retorted, crossing its arms as it waited to see if Lux had anything else to counter with.

"Negative Gerald the Forlorn, for he," his arm shot up before quickly swinging down, his index finger identifying who he spoke of. For a moment, the spirit caught heed of who through the myriads of masses. That familiar face serving drinks and dodging the balls that came from within their mugs.

"Is quite literally there. The wind guided me to his presence and many others; one of the three I came to respect after this very day."

"One of the other three? This is the first time you made mention of em'!" There was an eager look on her face as she jumped onto the table and stared wantingly at the masked crusader. "Any of em' cute, sexy vixens you should tell me about?" She smiled wryly at Lux while all Ven could do was sigh and facepalm in tandem with Gerald.

Lux was generally unfazed by this demeanor and closed in on the girl, getting to eye level with the girl who he returned her coy smile with a smirk. "An idea to display, give me one and I shall say," he retorted in a flirty matter which resulted in a giggle from the elf who jumped off the table and back into her seat. Moving back to stand straight once again, Lux then took his position... and front flipped onto the table with such vigor.

"Hah! I may only say one whose presence is nigh, drawn to such a place! He who is wise beyond his years, whilst older than the rest doth not match in intellect to the child he bested! Nay! That would be an insult to such a chiseled man," he shouted at the top of his lungs, garnering the attention of a couple of individuals from other tables who were either drunk as hell and getting some form of entertainment, or were sniggering at his demeanor.

"And the era has blessed he, as wooing those of a more sultry age could come off no challenge and could possibly rival even the great, mighty, and dominant enigma of mysteries, Lux!" He immedietly struck a pose, widening both of his legs as he held one arm in place across his chest like the horizon, another adjacent and sitting on the top, resting on a part of his face.

"Who may this courageous being be? He is ephemeral no longer, he is..." Lux quickly put his eyes into motion and scanned across the crowd before staunching his pose and briskly moving his hand to point directly at a bearded man with glasses and a green attire.

"Samuel, the Heaven's Sage!"

"You just came up with that title on the spot, knowing little to nothing about him," he dryly interrupted as he stole away Lux's seat. Lux was... less than amused.

"I did the same for you and it stuck," he silently hissed back, staying motionless like a statue. That would probably get a lot of peoples attention.

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@Ammokkx @Duoya @cloudystar @Legion02 @MacDuffy @MacDuffy

Summoners of Babel

I should have a post out tomorrow, though I'm debating on whether or not Lux's friend should do a demonstration on how to hit Okami or keep it the way it is (i.e. pointing out the people he took note of being good partners on that day).

Alola! From Alola!

Aaayyy, more people, great! More plausible bonds to add to our bonds list! Except for the new kid.

Quick, everyone make him feel as unwelcome as possible!