BladeRunner

"Oh! Thank you. Well, John's actually been doing a lot fir me, even convinced me to move out here after some fallout bac home," Tracy said quietly as to not be rude in front of his friend and Texas, "As far as settling in... Well... He's been pushing fir me to get to know the ladies, as he called it, more the staff than anything. Other than that it's a nice island, I just don't like the way some of the guys aroukd here look at me. I think it goes with John's strength and self defense training that I look buffer... Or something along those lines." "Ah... Hmm..." Amon starts after hearing that Texas had died, not sure how to turn the conversation or continue it, he at least tried his best and sounded genuine, "Okay... It's a second chance right? That's how I viewed it when I came here. Wasn't the friendliest guy to be around a couple years back, breaking necks, snapping bones, that sorta thing." Amon was not one to generally talk this much to strangers let alone anyone to begin with except for people he absolutely knew. That said, opening up about his upbringing on Sweet Treat which did get pretty violent more than occasionally, was rare in its own. The only two people who witnessed the dark passenger of Amon were Vanilla and Ginger, he's buried or burned bodies but even that was rare nowadays. Anymore he was enjoying fights as they came. He wasn't sure exactly what Texas was like, but wasn't that half the adventure? But Amon continued changing the subject of death with his second sentence, "This place is ideal for paradise ain't it? You know what, I've actually been working on a pet project... Two projects as of late if you'd like to see them? When it cools off of course, don't wanna give anyone a heat flash."

Amon noticed the sudden tension from Ginger from his peripheral. Either she was weary of Texas, fear maybe, or there was something that the lady in the jeans did something in the past to make the redhead cautious. Whatever the case he paid no mind to Ginger and if anything... Maybe it was for the best, he wasn't necessarily the type of person to show emotion lest it was needed, but in his mind maybe Ginger was intimidated? It wasn't that he didn't care for Ginger, just that the situation called for a calm attitude and not one of major concern. Momma didn't raise no bitch, after all. "Appraisal I hear?" Amon smirked while he said the words sarcastically, the Texas draw coming from his tone, "Damn, I reckoned with how often I get in trouble it'd be the opposite! Name's Amon, kinda like the cheesy biblical phrase." There was a sudden change in demeanor in Amon that wasn't necessarily present, but those who knew him like Tracy or those who've felt him at least could tell his muscles relaxed just slightly. It wasn't often he met another Southerner especially in a place like Sweet Treat, where, and he quoted, "A lot of pansy ass cityfolk reside." He never referred to the staff of course, just a lot of the thugs and uppity white bread cumbuckets that cause trouble or are so damn entitled to whatever... Or both. Tracy paid a little more mind to Ginger and to help get her mind off Texas, he quickly finished his drink, held in the pain of the brain freeze like a champ, and scooted the talk glass her way. "M-May I please have more...?" Tracy asked quietly as to not be noticed by the tougher woman across the interior. "What brings you here to Sweet Treat Island, if I may ask? Not a lot of country folk tend to come around these parts." Amon asked as he leaned his back against the bar, now fully facing Texas.

The tone and voice was caught by the ears of Amon and Tracy, both of which turned their heads. Blue orbs pierced through the bigger man which allowed him to lock eyes with Texas, well at least look at her face. His hazel irises looked on for just a few seconds as of to guage the demeanor and think of a proper response, he wasn't one for assuming normally, which if the tables were turned he'd likely address the lady or whoever else as well. But there was always the pitfall of assumption and confrontation, which he seemed to be a victim of this time around. "My apologies, " Amon nods, "Figured you were taking a nap with what your boots propped up. I'd reckon-" Immediately Tracy interrupts, "My friend here was wanting to know of you'd like a steak dinner with him? Sorry, he tends to be a bit shy." Amon likely about skapoed the shit out of his partner... But, it was the least Tracy could do. Amon wasn't one for approaching people, that was his first problem was that he wasn't necessarily a people person. He always stayed in the background watching and observing, determining how best to avoid or approach someone given his trust issues. He sort of came out of that shell after making friends with Vanilla and Ginger who he regularly checks in on, a force of habit, he knew the two could easily handle themselves but still then Amon tends to kick whatever ass needed kicking from belligerent guests to individuals making unwanted advances. Lord forbid he get stabbed by a knife for the sixth time. "Well... Guess my offer stands. Interested in something like that?" Amon responds after Tracy.

"Huh... Didn't know old 'Pop controls the weather," Amon responds as he grasps the cold glass, "Sorry to hear that, another time then? Probably bring him along if you'd like, get the poor bastard outta the dumps." "John," Tracy says a little quietly after finishing a quarter of his lemonade, "What about that girl, over there with the hat?" "Texas?" Amon whispered back, "Nah, best leave her be, don't wanna bother someone who don't wanna be bothered in the first place," Amon then went to a regular tone, "Besides, Rangers might be playing tonight, probably gonna pop on the game and relax on my lonesome. Speaking of lonesome, Ginger, you seen Vanilla around here? Supposed to give her something but guess she's been busy?" Meanwhile, Tracy continued to look over the menu and starts to write everything he wanted on a white napkin. He was still shy around the women of Sweet Treat and didn't go out of his way to really talk to them. After his bad breakup he wasn't too sure how to approach ladies for the time being, instead sticking to Amon for guidance and training as a staff member. After he was done the young man slid the note forward, an... Extensive list that was meant for two meals. He starts to simply sip his lemonade while Amon finally takes his first long drink.

When they walked in there was a sigh of relief, immediately Amon shut the door to allow the cool air to not be molested by the outdoor heat. Tracy walked with the larger man taking a curious note of one, "Lolli," Who seemed piss drunk out of their mind. Once they got settled, Amon nodded to Ginger, by now his slight tan was covered by the pink hue of his sunburnt body which the much smaller of the duo had it much worse. They could both feel the unforgiving effects of being out in the sun, since the break of dawn they had gone around doing repairs and of course keeping an eye out for trouble. "Just living the dream, Ginger," Amon responds sarcastically in a not so enthusiastic tone, "If it ain't the plumbing or air conditioning units it's the damn vehicles. Bitch of a mess to clean up melted tires and busted hot septic, hoping we get a rainy day... Days to kinda cool things off." A rainy day was blasphemy, but given Amons original home, Texas, he simply spoke as if he still lived there. Of course it was was also rare when he complained. Tracy meanwhile was looking over one of the menu's to figure out what he wanted, already his partner had decided on his choice of food. Amon of course ignored the man who was seemingly passed out on the bar given the shenanigans Lollipop could pull, given the type of entity he was, the hunter was surprised that Lollipop could get drunk. Hell, he might not even be passed out. Amon continued talking after giving Texas a quick once-over, he didn't talk to her given there really was never a chance to do so, but work was work. He said to Ginger, "Monster's are getting a bit bold these days, don't know of it's all the tourists or what, took out five this morning trying to breach the fencing. Also got a nice elk, having steaks tonight if you wanna join?"

Ye, it was and still is a great club, though I think you should narrow your characters like I did. That's what happened to me a while back, too many chars, too many topics, etc. etc. Also had sone personal things take precedence over online shtuff. So I get being burnt out. Take your time too, I'd rather see someone take their time than try to rush to a post, take it slow and enjoy yourself

Whelp! I just posted at Snack Bar should anyone be interested! I know the clubs been sunk in the water but I figured I could revisit and just see if I could get some form of RP going, don't have to be anything erotic, just somethinga bit fun! I actually enjoyed this club and still want to see some action in it, even if nothing comes of it and people lost interest.

//I know it's been quite awhile since anyone's posted here, me especially, however I just wanna RP here for the fun of it, even if this post gets ignored// It was a hot day at the Sweet Treat Island, a particular hot that would want to make someone stay in doors with the A/C blasting. A hot day that would make someone hydrate the second they got, a fuckingly hot day that was not particularly a good one for the local maintenance man/hunter of Sweet Treat. Unfortunately he was stuck there with a broken down golf cart made into a maintenence vehicle by his truly. It was quite a walk to just push the small vehicle to the shop so he obliged to work on it in the middle of the sun on the scorching concrete of the Entertainment District. Right in front of an ice cream parlor too! "Tracy, thirteen-millimeter socket," One Amon said on the ground underneath the jacked up craft, "Annnd electric tape... I'm thinking a pair of dikes as well." Amon was a well built man, someone who went from just standard body to a guy who clearly could be mistaken for an athlete all thanks to his stay here at Sweet Treat. He had short hair and hazel eyes, followed by a stern expression, hard look, or as many said, "A resting bitch face." He wore a pair of Nikes and khaki shorts but was otherwise topless shoeing off the various scars and muscle he possessed, no sense in wearing a drenched t-shirt. Giving him the equipment he asked for was a 4'8" lithe individual, another male with white hair, more or less on the scrawny side. Tracy was a recent addition to the island, a young man wore tight but comfortable clothes, he seemed very much feminine, however the only thing he really wore were white shorts that were now stained with oil and flip-flops. His eyes were a piercing blue that matched the white hair that came down to his ears with a bit of a curl at the ends. Tracy is one of Amons good friends from childhood even though they were three years apart from one another, it was because of the man on the ground that Tracy got put of a really bad situation in Houston, Texas. Much like Amon, Tracy had a second chance at life. "Well... Got the transmission hooked back up, only thing that needs to be connected is the battery," Tracy said in a soft voice to Amon as he set the items beside the man's leg, "You sure thus is gonna work, John?" "Pffft, of course it'll work!" Amon said aloud with optimism with that hint of sarcasm, although ge felt quite the opposite, "It better work!" Tracy had known Amon since they were kids, the latter was always defending tge former from bullies due to Tracies... Eccentric tastes. He was always into feminine attractions which played into his sexuality one point, however when he had hit High-school and after a really bad breakup switched to women. Amon was still there to be a good friend. He had brought the young man to Sweet Treat Island as an assistant, he got Tracy set up in the apparent of the lads dreams and even signed him on as a staff for yge resort. Since then the pair were always working with one another let it be repairs, scouting the borders for monsters, guard duty, helping newcomers to the island, and much more. "Okay... Should be set," Amon announces as he slides from under the golf cart and gets up on his feet, he twisted the lever on the jack which lowered the vehicle abd too see the keys to Tracy who shut the hood, "Crank it up." Tracy nods and leans into the cart, he slips the key into the ignition. Turning the key, the vehicle sputters but after a solid few seconds the sputtering smoothed out to a solid turnover signaling the duos success. Both men sighed that breath of relief, they got into the cart and drove it quickly through the Entertainment District and due to there being barely anyone Amon drove lime a bat out if hell. When they got further from the hotel he would park the vehicle in the shadow of the Snack Bar, both hoping that it was cool inside and there was something to eat. And through the threshold they entered with high hopes...

I guess a question(s) from me: - Is it fine to start with two Pokémon, or just stick to one? - Since this is Galar at the start, if we are getting a new Pokémon does it have to be from Galar or can it be from another region? - How do you feel about guns? Reason I asked is because the character I planned on building is a former mobster/current undercover agent (for the international police) so I think when push comes to shove and he's in a life threatening situation he'd resort to a sidearm. I know in the original anime they had guns (before they edited those out I believe), but he wouldn't just whip one out if he lost a battle. Character would be smart about it and use it sparingly. -

Well... Even with the head honcho, could still get this place back up and going. While the admin certainly has the power to edit stuff, there could be other things we'd do without them.

Man o man, been awhile hasn't it?

//So sorry for the wait, got sidetracked// Amon nodded at the countdown, getting into a... "Defensive " stance uncertain as to how this'll all play out. He shifted slightly -3- and carefully place even weight on the front left foot and the back right -2- while splaying his arms a little to get better ready for the woman who clearly knew what she was doing. 1- In a burst of speed Irene lurched forward causing Amon to reacted quickly. He went forward too, surprisingly in a faster manner than what was expected, Amon juked right at the last possible second of what seemed like a reckless maneuver and moved in. As swiftly as he moved he'd attempt for a trip, though it may not work, the sweep allowed him to open any chances of going for an immediate tackle at the waistline. The idea was to grab the woman and suplex her, but then again, she was stronger and much faster, so he'd see her reaction a lot sooner than ever expecting.

As Amon was just about ready he'd witness Irene slide on some tight clothes- a tank top and shorts, which, he did watch her from the corner of his eye and admired the view. Even with clothes on she was pleasing to the eye but he didn't want to be a brown noser so he'd kept his mouth shut. Following the woman outside now, Amon was starting to internally pump himself up for a little wrestling albeit punching and kicking seemed allowed... Which, he'd do his best to grapple and not swing, as he wasn't raised to hit women let it be for fun or whatever else. Now if the bitch came at him with a knife, that's different, she was willing to take his life. Upon entering the grassy area, a backyard in Amon's eyes, Irene spoke up, ""Don't go easy on me just because I'm female. I'm not Amazonian for nothing. A 3 second second pin, a knockout or simply being unable to move is a way to win. You won't get any if you take me too lightly." 'Yeah yeah, whatever,' Amon thinks, 'Take you too lightly, you'll whip my ass with them guns!' "Alright then, got it, how should... Uhh... We start things off? Normally I deal with sucker punches and getting jumped, not necessarily an "in the moment" type deal right here." True, the man has beaten people up, but when they fought back it was because A.) They were pricks that needed to be moved out of the establishment, B.) They got angry with him and sucker punched the poor guy, or C.) They were a bunch of assholes who had friends and wanted revenge. That was when he shot two people.

Naked lady wants to wrestle for the chance to win pregnant... Alright, weird, but shouldn't really question cultural bullshit. Amon smirked as he watched the woman waltz over to her forge, he took in every jiggle and detail he humanly could without looking all that obvious. Punches, jabs, kicks, and pins was something he... Well he has something against hitting women. Manhandling was as far as the man would go, she could potentially screw him up for life and he still wouldn't hit her unless Irene came at him with a knife, then all bets were off. "Alright..." Amon say's with a sharp inhale then a soft exhale, "Okay, deal. And I don't need a weapon, never been one for fancy things." Amon went over to a table and set his gun, additional clips, his machete and a multi tool on the flat surface. He let loose an audible, "Oh yeah," Before pulling two different sized knives from his boots, one from each piece of leather, then place a carving tool and a revolver on the table. Man's gotta protect himself, especially if he dealt with monsters and magical things. He turned back and took his boots off in case it seemed unfair the guy has extra leverage to work with. And now they were off, there was a slight size difference in his shorter stature compared to Irene, and said, "How we start this off?"

With the malevolent snicker and a shift in her demeanor, Amon watched Irene, in the back of his head suspicion grew. What was she up to? He wasn't the flirtatious type, compliments he played those well but flirting was not necessarily Amon's strong suit. Straight and to the point was his ideal, and boy, a lot of chicks blew him off that way. Except for Vanilla, there was a difference with that one. "A dual? What kind of dual?" Amon asked as he crosses his arms now. He would easily watched the naked woman move about of course, nevermind the wolves around the pair, he was focused one one thing and one thing only. He had hoped it wasn't a fist fight, but there were words uttered that almost dumbfounded the poor guy when he heard them. Amon understood what she meant after a good minute, that little lightbulb crack in his head at the realization that this, "Dual," Would determine if he... Became a fucking father. Just great. But if that's what the lady wanted then he'd go for whatever she was suggesting. Last thing he wanted to do was beat the hell out of a soon-to-be kids mom, but if she liked it then that there was a toxic relationship, boys and girls!

"Oh... She was serious about the Amazonian part... That clears it up!" Amon thought as Irene explains her own situation on Sweet Treat. To say it intrigued him was an understatement, and the fact that his curious eyes started wondered here and there before quickly coming back before being noticed at all. Excuse? This lady has a very nice bed. But to also say Amon wasn't invested in the island or it's people was a lie. Sure he beat the hell out of men and... Things twice his size but at the same time they were stuck here... Free of rent and a roof over their heads, and they still acted like absolute asses. He couldn't have imagined what anyone acted like around Irene especially with how strong and tall she was, especially with wolves and the fact she could most likely fade several guys easily. But his brow twitched at the suggestion of being called a wuss. "Hey- hey! Who said anything about that?" Amon replies a bit loudly as he stretched an arm almost as if there was extra work to be done, "I drink beer, fight monsters and shoot guns, I ain't bitch-made. So!" Amon claps his hands together once and now looks more enthusiastic, "What next?"

Amon continued his work until reaching the woman's upper portion of buttocks. Oh, how hard he could smack them, here and now. After a second he cleared his throat and got off the bed, straightening himself out and upright. It'd been awhile since he's massaged anyone but at least the lady got what she needed, as for Amon... He got to do his job. When Amon was asked about his former he actually had to think about it. Nothing about his life on the mainland was necessarily good, he had a few decent memories but his life was nothing but hardship. It was the reason he found refuge and a new start on Sweet Treat Island was because there was nothing for Amon in America. He didn't need anything fancy or special attention, Amon was Amon, he did his job exceedingly well and had a roof over his head. It's all he could ask for. "Me? Well I used to live in the United States. Dallas, Texas. Not a whole lot for me there, so I moved here on boat. Got a job, food and a roof over my head, and with hunting monsters and animals it help keeps me focused. Plus I get into a lot of fights with pompous cunts, so that's fun. Ain't nothin' more to say beyond that. But how about you, why'd you move all the way out here?"

"Amazonian... Fucking great, couldn't just have said you were Brazilian. 'Great' to see that the people on this island are exotic... Though I shouldn't complain," Amon thought as he slowly worked his way down the shoulder blades and under, starting on a series of knots and stress spots with great strength, "Sone dudes would love to be in the spot that I'm in right now... Like I am. But we won't discuss that." "Amazonian huh? That sounds... Exotic," Amon replies with the best word that wasn't flirtatious nor insulting, "You can whip a man's ass, any guy who thinks that's scary are just a bunch'a pussies. Hell, most guy's nowadays chastise me for hunting! Like, I don't trophy hunt, I hunt to do weird survival shit, mind your fuckin' business and I'll mind mine, ya' know?" As the man continued downward, he gave a, "You'll feel winded, and it's gonna hurt a second," warning before literally straightening Irene's back. There was a loud and audible crack, signifying that the bone was placed back into it's proper proper spot. How the lady hasn't been having back issues Amon didn't know, all he knew was that what he just did will help a load down the road. He stops to allow Irene a minute to recoup and then continued his descent down her lower back, not even focused on her nakedness.

//Sorry for the holdup, forgot to save what I typed and it's been busy the last few days// Much like any of the other women this one had a beauty about her, more feral and rugged than the "soft" ladies he's dealt with. Vanilla was an exception of course, but right now Amon's having to deal with someone new that he hardly knew of. He's always forgotten to visit this place and everyone he's talked to about it told him to be especially careful. He now knows it's because of the wolves, and potentially how crazy this chick could be. "Alright... Guess I'll get to it..." Amon replies quietly to himself as he walks over to the bed. In front of it he brushed her hair to the side to get a better view of that back, he hated touching people and normally did so only when helping or fighting, and he especially did not liked being touched. When he finally started to work on the woman, Amon vegan with just feeling on her back to see where the stress was, and oh boy, being a smithy must have been hard work. The woman was masculine, he could feel toned muscles and more. But he started to feel knots and tightness all throughout her body, so, as a starting place, Amon begun messaging near the lady's neck more around her shoulders than anything. He filtered out dirty thoughts immediately and just got to work, and his hands were between soft and harsh as far as movements go. And without much effort Amon brought out a series of cracks and deep pops, "Jesus... I probably would've mistook you for an Olympian."

There was no way he was dealing with this now. He could always come back, Amon wasn't biased but right as of now it was just plain rude to stay in the same room with a naked woman. His current trek to the door was blocked off by a growling wolf which isn't the weirdest things he's encountered on the island but still, he wasn't expecting a fuckin' wolf. Amon let loose an audible humm before turning around, a light blush on his face keeping his eyes upward with an awkward smile. "W-well when you put it like that I guess I could stay and help ya!" Amon let out a ln awkward laugh showing his nervousness. This nervousness was not something to be taken lightly, it was a facade... Well, a bullshit facade, he was nervous but not as much as he was showing it. He could throw down in a fight. "So- uhhh how would you like me to help out... Or pay you back?"

Today's "weekly quota" was to simply go about and check the shops and the vendors for any needs, "needs," and to make sure they were doing alright. And this was his fourth time knocking on a cracked open door. The latch wasn't even locked, fuckin' tourists! As one of Sweet Treat Island's guards and patrol... And hunter might he add, a cracked door was not a good sign. He pulled a pistol from it's holster and slowly entered the building, cautious as ever and not jumping at the first thing. As he entered the threshold he noticed how... Compact everything was, with what metalworks he saw of tools and anvil, hammers and other equipment as well as a forge which fire crackles from it. Amon Veil kept his gun low and looked around for any threat, monster mainly, but that's not to say there weren't anyone with mania hiding about or even looters and burglars. He carefully scanned the room until his eyes once again set on the forges flame and ember, unbeknownst that there was someone indeed in the room with him. The moment he heard a noise he turned with pistol pointed and ready to shoot... It that it was a woman. Amon lowered his weapon when she spoke and put it away even, and answered, "Sorry about that, I'm one of the staff members of Sweet Treat Island. I am doing patrols and checking up on vendors for... Whatever they need, when I saw your door cracked open I thought maybe someone broke in or a monster- which, has happened before. But, now that I see you're all hunkadory, I'll be on my way." 'She's naked- she's naked- just walk out Amon it's no issue, just pretend you saw no bits.' The man thought as he turned and started for the door.

Gonna be having my character free for RP for anyone. Give me a shout-out if someone's interested

I actually thought about that once I got on the site today. I'm thinking that maybe they should already be acquainted and together after the reset. The intro for either character is done and known to everyone else OOC, so I think them being already Master/Thrall and knowing one another for however long IC is enough for me. It just doesn't make sense repeating the same song and dance even if it's a little different. Let's see... I know on the Wolf Pack I'm gonna keep Austin's character progress where it is after the reset, Nimona is... Nimona, not sure what I'm gonna do with that one, and the other Wolf character I got won't be introduced until later, either sooner or literally later on, whichever works. For now I think I'll end up playing him eventually, maybe working as an Omega and his identity kept secret in Spruce Moore while living amongst Human's, except to those Human's who actually know Austin. That's the outlined plan at least.

Also, I had a storyline that's (sort of) in progress with Austin, if it was okay with you if I can keep that going whilst working with the reset?

Sorry, been gone the past few days out of state for funeral. Should be good to go now.