Forgotten Faces Resurfacing {Vissio}

[SYNDICOR, LEON]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #622D58;]All of my Memories*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #FCFAFB; color: #622D58; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed #622D58; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; padding-right: 3px;]FALLING AWAY FROM ME NOW[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; border-bottom: solid 2px #622D58; border-left: solid 2px #622D58; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l62/erzule/609-39.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]Every sound, every echo of the street way, every voice that faded with distance, and even every footstep that whisked away the happy souls of those strolling the streets...every sound just annoyed him. Leon Syndicor. A general who had taken a temporary leave from his duties. He had taken up residence back in his old home...what once had other life forms in it ceased to bring forth the sound of a family. Now it was hollow, housing only Leon as it had been for years...or more specifically housing his belongings as even with his return, he was rarely home. Even today, with the light misty rain that deterred other people from taking their usual walks, Leon strolled through the streets, marching at a rather fast rate as he was accustomed to and his uniform swaying in time with his movements. He hadn't really noticed the rain at first until a small chill crept through him. He was becoming cold. Nothing he wasn't accustomed to but none the less unpleasent and could have been avoided with an unbrella or something of the sort. It was a little to late to worry about such things though so instead, Leon pressed forward, letting his eyes travel here and there in curiosity. How long had he been away that so much could have changed? The last village he had seen was in destruction so seeing one stand so tall and proud...it was kind of disgusting. The town held onto its own path for slaves and masters...Leon hated it. He didn't support shifters like most would think he would. No. He wanted shifters to perish. He wanted to see what humans would be brought to with the extinction of Pokemon. Life would be better with nothing to fall back on, nothing to gain by enslaving one another...even if it meant ones own death. Halting for a moment, Leon glanced up to the sky. The rain was no longer a light mist and was slowly becoming stronger with time. He needed to get out of the rain but his house was far from where he stood. Instead, he moved to a small building that had a nice covered area, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to listen to the pitter patter of the droplets that fell from the sky. It had been the same pitter patter as the day his troops seized the town from those rebel shifters. The day much blood shed had tarnished the once peaceful town. It was also the day he had negotiated with a bounty hunter. A shame that those shifters were brought in as slaves instead of being 'taken care of', Still, it had been for the best. Without the help of that man, it wouldn't have been achieved. Opening his eyes, Leon noticed from the corner of his eye someone near by. Pleasant. Perhaps a small chat would pass the time. "Good afternoon." Leon didn't bother to look at the other party who he addressed. It was clear enough who he was addressing and his sight was drawn into the rain. Surely they would understand and not give way to any trouble. Leon hated over reactive people. They were always just getting in the way.[/style]

[laurenti, vissio]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); border-top: 45px solid #666666; border-bottom: 25px solid #666666;][STYLE=border: 3px solid #fff; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Dante/dmcmanga20.png); float: right; margin: -65 -20 10 10; border-radius: 50 50 50 50;][/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -35 -5 5 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 15px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000;]I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]Vissio wasn’t that great a person to give an abundant amount of ‘free time’ to due to the simple fact that he wasn’t wired to be productive with it. There were also his more unsavory pastimes that revolved around making a general nuisance of himself among other less agreeable pursuits around town. So in essence, leaving the narcissistic bounty-hunter to his own devices was a potential hazard that if not remedied quickly could result in various degrees of property damage and emotional duress. And somehow he’d maintain his innocence throughout because he would never directly involve himself and would resort to insinuating and misleading, thus granting himself immunity from the law. Gosh, it was good to be smarter than everyone else. But today was different. The middle-aged bounty hunter was in another of his famously good moods and while not exactly industrious with his allotted time, he wasn’t instigating bar fights with the local drunks or making school children cry. He was alone, cruising the suburban districts, chin up, shoulders back and whistling a jaunty tune to which he had no name for, barely taking into consideration the foul weather soon to break over the township. And while most would see the man’s leisurely stroll to be a sign of laziness – not to say that wasn’t partly true in and of itself – Vissio had already concluded all of his outstanding business arrangements’. And that was something to be happy about. Today was one of those days where he thanked his lucky stars that he’d chosen to go into business by himself. True he wasn’t all too keen on the hours, the late night consultant calls or the occasional compliant about shipping, merchandise or dock fees, but at the end of the day the profit was his and his alone, he didn’t have to share it with nobody. And when he wasn’t swimming in paperwork or knee deep in the wilderness, he could afford to relax in whatever luxury he saw fit to treat himself to. Thankfully though he was a man of simple pleasures, a few drinks, a good smoke and a lady (or the occasional man) to warm his bed and he hadn’t a care in the world. Unfortunately the early afternoon wasn’t a proper time to go prowling for his desires, not to mention he wanted more. Ambling down the boulevard had prompted him to swing by a small eatery and pick up a few slices of pizza while he mulled over the new urge. Usually he knew exactly what he wanted, knew precisely how to get it and who exactly he had to squeeze to find it, but this was a strange feeling that he couldn’t make heads or tails off. It wasn’t a bad feeling, kind of awkward but kind of fun to think about what would satisfy the new itch. He picked up the pace with his head in the clouds, barely registering the cashier calling him about his change after foisting a twenty dollar bill on her and grabbing his purchases. It was as he was exiting and a sleep, vaguely familiar voice echoed to his left that he broke out of his stupor and found himself curiously inspecting the man standing underneath the store awning. What he found made him grin. "Well look what the Meowth dragged in," all friendliness and cheer, he'd know that uniform anyway. "General Syndicor, hadn't thought I'd catch you eating out of a pizza joint. You seem too upscale for that." [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style]

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[SYNDICOR, LEON]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #622D58;]All of my Memories*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #FCFAFB; color: #622D58; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed #622D58; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; padding-right: 3px;]FALLING AWAY FROM ME NOW[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; border-bottom: solid 2px #622D58; border-left: solid 2px #622D58; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l62/erzule/609-39.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]Everything seemed to pause in Leons mind, his thoughts being forced to the back of his mind as an all to familiar voice came out into the open. Leons attention finally pulled him to his left, his mind finally registering just who it was that brought distant memories back to the front of Leons mind. Vissio. A bounty hunter who had been hired by Leon during the war. Well, the memory was like wise remembered and that in itself was enough to make Leon smirk. So this is where the bounty hunter had gone to after their meeting. "I see you're doing well, Vissio." Leon looked back out to the rain filled streets, deserted now by all those who had dared to stroll out on this particular day. Yes, had it not been for Vissio, the war would have been far more destructive...would have lasted longer and caused more trouble. Leons presence in town was, no doubt, thanks to Vissio helping plan the capture of the free shifters. Had he not assisted, the war could have possibly still been going on today. "Upscale? Perhaps. I didn't come here to eat. I am here for shelter from the rain. Though, I'm not so upscale that I wouldn't eat here." He sighed. Vissio was either joking or was serious. He was never to sure with that man. His whole presence was confusing to Leon actually. But even though he was such a confusing man, Leon felt all the more curious about Vissio whenever they talked. Leon was so use to understanding everything, knowing every reason behind a person's actions. Well, Vissios actions themselves weren't exactly what was so confusing. He caught shifters and sold them for profit. Obviously he loved being rich even at the expense of others. That much was obvious but still...something about Vissio was different and it made Leon all the more curious. "I'm quite surprised to see you here as well. I am surprised you even remembered me. Quite the honor isn't it?" Even if he sounded serious, Leon was just poking fun at the bounty hunter...still, he had never thought he would see Vissio again. Was this where he lived? What a strange coincidence...[/style]

[laurenti, vissio]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); border-top: 45px solid #666666; border-bottom: 25px solid #666666;][STYLE=border: 3px solid #fff; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Dante/dmcmanga20.png); float: right; margin: -65 -20 10 10; border-radius: 50 50 50 50;][/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -35 -5 5 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 15px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000;]I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]Ah, so he did remember him. Vissio smiled at that. The expression of implied friendliness was anything but amiable. It was inquisitive, calculating, Leon was a specimen under his knife-like gaze and the bounty hunter was gleefully trying to dissect the man into small chunks of information. The problem was, Leon had never been all that cooperative in such instances as these. If it pertained to the Shifter menace or a strictly professional coexistence then there was hardly a better man to throw your chips in with, however he was decidedly lacking in moments when duty no longer was prevalent. The snowy-haired General operated in the same fashion here as he did in the field apparently, cool, slightly detached and difficult to examine unless one knew what he was looking for. And thankfully, Vissio was one of those people. The hunter could almost see the images flickering behind the other man’s eyes, memories lingering beneath the surface – no doubt of their all too brief time spent together in the trenches outlying a village filled with hostile Shifters. It had been a shame to see so many in one place and having only been allowed to salvage less than a dozen. Still, the profits from the expenditure had left him very well off either way so he supposed that would have to do. He grinned, playful and winsome as ever, as Leon reiterated. “Leon, Leon, Leon…Why must you be so serious. It adds to your sex appeal but does nothing for you conversation-wise.” He murmured, softly chiding the other with a limp shake of his head in mock disappointment. His arms crossed themselves over his chest, cocking a hip to the side and scrutinizing the familiar profile in front of him with his ever-present grin still holding its place. “Your social skills aside, a little rain won’t kill you, General. In fact you’d be very sexy all wet~” This man was fun in his own right! It was always worth it to tease people like Leon Syndicor. Individuals who were not so forthcoming with their emotions made for the best targets because every detail, every twitch, had a meaning. And when something finally gave it was a small victory, but all the sweeter. One day, he’d get the reactions he wanted out of the reticent military man. And oh how he looked forward to seeing what faces he’d make, what reactions he’d have. Vissio casually waved a hand at the man’s surprise. “You give me so little credit Leon; I never forget a handsome face. And yours was by far one of the better ones.” His smile had taken on a more suggestive connotation. If memory served him correctly he’d propositioned the man way back when and had been flatly turned down. The one thing he hadn’t achieved while devising plans for sabotage all those years ago. “I followed you.” It was a lie but there wasn’t a soul to disprove it. “I figured if I hung around enough I’d run into you eventually and look?” Splaying his arms wide as if to emphasize the fact that his so-called plan, had led to this, “here we are and not a moment too soon. I was beginning to get bored.” With a quick once over he deduced that the man might as well have been cryogenically frozen since time had been kind to him. Where Vissio had visibly aged, Leon didn’t seem to have changed at all and frankly he didn’t look like the kind of person to invest in expensive skin moisturizers and anti-aging creams. But he’d been wrong before. “How is it I end up like this and yet you don’t look like you aged a day, Leo?” Dropping the last syllable and assigning the nickname as though it were the most natural thing to do. [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style]

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[SYNDICOR, LEON]

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[/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]There was that look again. Leon had noticed it long ago when Vissio first came to his assistance in the trenches. Most would shrug it off but Leon knew better then to do such a thing. That look in Vissio's eyes...almost like he was doing an experiment and Leon was his test subject. Every move Leon made, small or grand, Vissio wouldn't miss it. But what was he so interested in anyway? There wasn't much to the story of Leon...or at least, Vissio didn't know that anyway. Had Visso found out that Leon himself was a shifter...well the cost would be his own freedom and Leon couldn't afford to let this man find out... And yet he couldn't keep himself from being drawn in by the bounty hunter. "How did your sales go?" Leon hadn't been to satisfied with letting those few shifters go but they had paid the right price for Vissio's much needed help. Not much could be done for them now. They were all slaves now. Tools. Humans play things. Sickening really. They were better off dead then where they stood now. "Sex appeal? I have no time to be worrying about such things. I am serious because it comes naturally. You're lucky to have this much of a conversation with me in the end. I don't particularly like talking." He shrugged a bit, closing his eyes and leaning back, resting his head against the building behind him. So Vissio hadn't changed much at all then...how wonderful. Leon couldn't explain it but some part of him felt almost amused by this whole conversation. He was almost happy to have run into Vissio despite the danger it put himself in. How odd. "Didn't you see me wet enough during the stormy nights of war?" Leon chuckled a bit though. For all of his teasing and flirting, Vissio was still quite amusing to talk to. He passed the time anyway. Most people would consider it friendship perhaps but still, Leon knew it wasn't exactly a friendship they had. It was something more along the lines of business and, for what Leon was sure the other still had, lust. Leon had yet to forget his...proposition back in that village. He had honestly been surprised by such actions but he had quickly brushed it aside, declining the offer. He wasn't one to give in to whomever wanted him. No, if someone wanted him, they would work for it. Work for it hard. Leon's affections were not easily won over...though Vissio was off to a rather interesting start if that is what he still wanted. "Heh. Still a flirt I see." Leon opened his eyes once more, only half way as he stared up at the roof over their heads. He probably appeared tired or bored but simply put, he was more so confused. He couldn't read Vissio and it bothered him. Vissio was far more complex then others he had met. "Well you found me. What was it you wanted?" Leon finally stood straight, turning his attention to Vissio once more. He was growing bored of standing around and chatting idly. Leon was one for action over words and so he was ready to continue his walk. What rain there was wouldn't bother him and if he walked in the rain, he could hang his clothes out to dry later. Whether Vissio followed or not was his own choice but if he intended to continue the conversation he had no choice really. Leon liked having control and even small things like this amused him. As he nodded to Vissio, he began walking, keeping his pace moderate so that Vissio wouldn't have to rush alongside...though being a bit taller then Leon it most likely wouldn't have been a problem for the hunter. "Hm? I don't know what you are talking about. You are still quite attractive for your age, Vissi." He was sure that Vissio had aged a bit but not to much. The man was still attractive and could still get around so what more mattered to him? Leon had never really cared much for his appearance so he hadn't taken notice of any of his own aging. Perhaps he had barely aged what so ever but even then, it still didn't matter. As for Vissi...if Vissio wanted to drop a letter, Leon would drop a letter. Call it childish but all in all, it seemed fair enough. An eye for an eye, an N for an O.[/style]

[laurenti, vissio]

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The drone of rain splattering against the awning, shattering against the pavement, were ignored as was the autumn chill, as both predators sized one another up, trying to gauge the danger this small confrontation might herald. He could almost see it. While Leon’s visage was the equivalent of a stone wall and his eyes little better than flat, violet disks, there was still a trace of emotion skittering across them. The General was still human, undeveloped, under evolved. Some primordial reason detected this invisible thread and howled in triumph. Leon still held fast to his humanity, he was prey, would always be prey, until those final vestiges were discarded. Until then, Vissio was the one in command. A slow, ready grin touched the edges of his lips, tilting them into a lopsided expression of ambiguous origins. “I did alright. One of them died in transport though and that bummed me out but the rest of them sold fairly well for being battered the way they were.” The loss hadn’t been documented; the body discarded into the oceans without so much as having its final rights read so that its soul might be received in whatever utopian realm existed for them. It had merely been stripped and cast overboard and nobody questioned the callousness of the act. Vissio shuffled on his feet, altering his stance to look unguarded while he closed his eyes to hide the laughter that brightened the cerulean hues. “I am honored that the esteemed General would even think to breathe the same air as I. Truly I am blessed.” He sang with distinctive sarcasm. “You might have been wet but you were also covered in mud, hardly attractive as just being fashionably soaked.” Countering quickly as he embraced the memory. The silver-haired man had been a gorgeous sight, mud and all. Watching him had been as much a treat as it had been an unexpected torture to have to be in the presence of something he wanted to touch and was disallowed. It had annoyed him for a week and he’d taken out that frustration on the battlefield like the productive little soldier. But this was no longer an arms race against a rebellion and they weren’t Leader and Mercenary anymore. They could afford to fool around – assuming he could crack that tough exterior. He laughed softly, the sound captured by the rain. “And you are still a prude.” Said with the unmistakable lilt of amusement as the other half of his conversation decided he didn’t want to stand like a model against the wall and headed down the pathway. Vissio couldn’t help but quirk a brow at this. The man was more capricious than a cat and twice as annoying when he so desired. With no real option left – aside from leaving but the company was too good a thing to lose this early – the hunter gave chase. “If you’d stop running off at the drop of a hat I’d tell you.” The amount of snark had lessened as he evened out his gait, gliding after his old employer with the length of his leather jacket billowing out behind him and snapping as it caught the wind. He could be a model or a king with his strut but for the moment he settled on just being surprised at the enunciation of his name – sans a vowel. Vissi? It sounded like he was calling a dog and a part of him wanted to tell him not to say it anymore. The other part couldn’t really find a problem with it, was more amused by the notion that the stoic General would affix him with a pet name. “Vissi, huh? So does this mean if I take off the O in your name you’ll take off my ‘i'?” he questioned with a teasing smile and a shake of his head. “At any rate it makes me feel better that you think I’m still attractive, the stubble was a nice touch I think.” In emphasis he stroked the stylishly thin strands of hair dapped across his chin. “You’ll have to give me a moment to bask. I don’t think I ever got a compliment on my appearance from you and I want to enjoy to the moment.” He was quiet for all of several seconds before he’d started up again, breaching the personal space bubble to swing an arm over the smaller man’s shoulders. “So Leo~ A man of your status in the city? What brought this on?” [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style]

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[SYNDICOR, LEON]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #622D58;]All of my Memories*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #FCFAFB; color: #622D58; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed #622D58; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; padding-right: 3px;]FALLING AWAY FROM ME NOW[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; border-bottom: solid 2px #622D58; border-left: solid 2px #622D58; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l62/erzule/609-39.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]As the rain continued to fall over the town, Leon couldn't help but listen to the pattern it created. A very interesting symphony if one cared to listen close enough. Leon had noticed this quite a while ago. Perhaps he just had a different way of thinking then most normal people. Then again, he was far from normal. He was like the common day slave. He was a shifter. He was a tool to society...and he hated every waking moment of it. But he had a task to uphold. He had to help release the other shifters from their fate. Even if this meant killing them, it was for the best in the end. "I see. One of the rare ones?" Lucky him. He had escaped his fate by giving up his feeble life. No doubt that it had pissed off the bounty hunter but nothing could be done once a life was taken. It was a free soul from that moment on...free to be itself without judgement or punishment. A small smirk crossed Leon's lips as Vissio pressed the issue. So he hadn't been attractive when covered in mud? How interesting. The bounty hunter sure was stubborn...but it amused Leon for some reason. Not much really entertained him now a days so perhaps keeping Vissio around wouldn't be so bad in the long run. A minor ray of sunshine in his otherwise rather bleak day. "Interesting. I'll have to keep that in mind if I ever intend to attract someone." Prude. Perhaps prude did fit him. But Vissio had laughed as he spoke, obviously finding some amusement in their conversation as well. At least the feeling was mutual. But even so, Vissio didn't seem to happy about the sudden walk they had decided to take. He even made mention of Leon's decision to depart so suddenly and yet Leon made no effort to apologize. It was just his nature to leave when he wished. He wouldn't sit around and wait for something to happen. That made life more boring then it already was. "Leo and Vissi is a step enough in the nickname district don't you think?" Still, even with that being said Leon couldn't help but smirk again, even chuckling as the man talked about his 'stubble'. He certainly was very strange to have gotten a chuckle out of Leon...in fact today alone he was sure that he had shown more emotion then the last few weeks. How intriguing. "Is it so easy to please you?" He was of course joking but that was for Vissio to decide. A frown found its way back into Leon's features as Vissio threw an arm over his shoulders, making him wonder how touchy feely Vissio actually was. Not many people dared to touch him for fear they might upset him but Vissio...he just didn't care what kind of reaction he got from Leon. He was different then most people by far and unfortunately, that drew Leon to him all the more. "This is my hometown...Aside from that I wouldn't think my status would affect my choice in living." Leon shrugged, partially to show his indifference to that matter and partially in hopes that Vissio would let go. He wasn't use to people touching him and it felt...weird.[/style]

[laurenti, vissio]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); border-top: 45px solid #666666; border-bottom: 25px solid #666666;][STYLE=border: 3px solid #fff; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Dante/dmcmanga20.png); float: right; margin: -65 -20 10 10; border-radius: 50 50 50 50;][/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -35 -5 5 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 15px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000;]I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]It had not been one of the rarer shifters who had been pitched overboard, finally succumbing to its injuries and sickness – not that any of them had been particularly valuable in the sense that Leon insinuated. The rarest of the group had been a Zangoose and only because of its status as a shiny made it any more significant than its jailed counterparts. “No, the one that died was…” trailing off, presumable in thought, “A Sandslash I think. It would have been a good sell for a construction company but its conditions after capture were more severe than I thought.” Such was the provided explanation which was about as accurate as he could account for since he scarcely dwelled on the specifics of the dead and useless when there was still very much alive merchandise to handle. His business sense had always demanded he place priority on the more lucrative deals then on the ones more likely to flop. It hadn’t steered him wrong yet. The bounty hunter watched in mute fascination as the ghost of a smile surfaced on his pale-skinned companion, feeling a measure of triumph in the simple knowledge that it was his antics that had caused the first of so many cracks in the Generals hardened façade. How long would it be until the next chips fell from what many had interpreted to be an impenetrable fortress? A rush of feral energy coiled hotly in his gut, anticipating those glorious walls crashing down. How would Leon respond to being rendered naked (more figuratively than literally – though that in due time) in front of the man he’d stalwartly refused? Being that he was a man of humor and frivolous pursuits, it often times gleaned a sort of advantage when making the endeavor to worm underneath one’s skin. The gaiety of his actions was the perfect camouflage while simultaneously permitting his none-too-shy advances from being attributed to outright disrespect. “Alright, Leo and Vissi it is. Kind of reminds me of Bonnie and Clyde.” He snickered quietly with the barest inflection of laughter lightening his tone. Vissio made no further mention of dislike of the General’s unexpected movement, flanking him almost automatically and matching his strides with only minor difficulty. Was he easy to please? Vissio trained a cerulean eye on the inquisitor before giving an admitting shrug. “Mama always told me, take joy in the little things because the bigger ones aren’t nearly as frequent or easily obtained.” And as fun as those larger things were, sometimes the road to them was like pulling teeth. He grinned down at the man who was only slightly shorter than himself, arm stretched over shoulders that were surprisingly not as broad as his army-issued uniform made them look. “The way I figure, my personality just doesn’t suit the doom and gloom look, ya know?” And for once it was not a half-truth as he was so accustomed to serving. Being stoic just didn’t suit his character. He enjoyed playing nonsensical games and smiling misleadingly than he appreciated looking like a mob boss or something equally foreboding. If he noticed or even interpreted Leon’s mild shoulder movement as a method to dislodge his arm, Vissio gave no indication of obliging. The heavy limb remained in its stationed spot, looking chummy to anyone who caught sight of the pair. “Alright then Leo, assuming that you’ve been discharged from your post for one reason or another, why not go on vacation somewhere else? I hear Goldenrod is a great place to be right about now and if that isn’t your fancy then there are a few nice resorts on Cinnabar Island that would make even you smile.” [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style]

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