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The Jolteon hesitated with the small sign hanging from his door, his ears drooping to the side of his face, his digits fidgeting on the smooth surface of the glass. Such an uneventful day, something he had not planned to happen for his first day of business. Perhaps I opened too late. The sun was beginning its descent over the the horizon when he had finally set up shop for the day. Now other tailors were closing up, flipping over their signs to show they were closed, packing their tools to settle in for the rest of the eve. With a sigh, he was beginning to think of doing the same as well, lighting a small candle to illuminate his shop with its soft glow. Then he saw, a light drizzle beginning to come down from the heavens. Rain, he thought bitterly, his fuzzy nose wrinkling at the sight of ominous clouds in the sky.

“I can not risk getting these fabrics wet,” he muttered to himself, shifting away from the door to place a precious cloth in his paws. He could afford to keep shop open for an hour or so. There was no harm in doing so, his ears perking up to their usual position. Maybe a ‘mon would seek shelter in his shop. He could convince them to try his wares or perhaps a small fix may be needed so they can be on their way. He grew giddy at the promise of the idea, bouncing in place. “Any business would be fine. I need to make a name for myself and soon,” he laughed nervously. The place alone cost him the small savings he managed to keep along the journey. “Now I must show to them I have the fine makings of a tailor.” Whispering those words, he cradled the fabric closely as he stared out through the glass with grim determination.

And so his desires would quickly seem to be satiated as a sole Pokemon made their way through the cobblestone streets. A turn away from another shop and they were quickly trodding in his direction. It looked promising, yet the wanderer’s choice of apparel was offsetting. A single crescent shaped horn with a notched end poking out of what looked like… A bed sheet? The stranger was draped in it, a single modest opening in which was presumably their face to provide sight. Nothing more to notice other than their towering height.

The stranger barged through the door, leaning down slightly to fit through the entrance, though they still found themself having to pull back. The horn stuck against the shop’s door frame, a small irritated growl leaving the sheeted pokemon’s throat as they had to back away and enter again with more care.

Once they were finally inside they pulled the makeshift bedsheet hood off, its oddly fashioned owner revealing itself to be a rather rugged looking absol. The weather left his cloth damp, but despite that he seemed careful about keeping it on the upper half of his body.

“I need you to fix something for me. Can you do that?” He gruffly asked, immediately eyeing the hare.

The Jolteon stared, mouth agape, amazed by the Pokémon’s staggering height. Maybe I should have gotten a bigger doorway… Never would he had thought such a tall one would come strolling through his doorstep. He shook himself free of his stupor, studiously attempting to not focus on the scars on the Absol’s face. He was a tad relief for the bang over his eyes; it made his staring a little unnoticeable at least from experience. He focused instead on how the gruff Absol had a bedsheet draped over his body, ensured it stayed over his torso.

A small chortle escaped the Jolteon before he could stop himself. He quickly coughed in his hand, muttering apologies but a wide grin remained on his face. It was ridiculous! Amusing! The Absol had to be soaking wet under the material but he couldn't notice that in the ‘mon expressions.

It was then he heard the Absol’s question, beaming like the sun, he came closer for better inspection. “To fix?! My! Is it a fancy cloak? Or maybe it is a nice pair pants?! Might I add you might be in need of a new one, perhaps?” He muttered, rubbing his chin as he eyed the Absol’s pants with distaste. “I am plenty able of being of assistance in that!” He exclaimed with excitement, clasping his paws together with glee.

The muscles on the dark type’s maw creased, almost bearing a hint of white as he glared at the Jolteon tailor. The more he spoke, the lighter his furs seemed to become despite the dampness, frilling upwards until he was finally given a chance to speak.

“I just need you to fix this for me!” He growled, an arm poking out of the bedsheet cape to bring forth a plain ivory shirt along with a dirt brown vest. Both had long rips on their backsides, the absol pointing at them with his gaze.

“No fancy new additions. Just make sure they don’t rip up again.” He spoke sternly, dropping them into the tailor’s paws before he could get any further say on it.

As soon as he relieved himself of the torn clothes the absol faced away. His maw was still creased with irritation.

“And there’s nothing wrong with my pants!”

The Jolteon eyed the Absol’s pants dubiously. “I am not quite sure about that…” He trailed, his ears drooping with disappointment at the restriction. “N-No new additions?! B-But s-sir! I can m-make this” -he held up the items a good measure away with a pleading look- “more refined than before! Think of the possibilities! I can make sure the ladies are dying to know where you got such a piece from!” He begged with a persuasive tone. It was a good opportunity front, get known more by the public and a new happy satisfied customer as well. However getting a better eyeful of the customer in front of him now… that perhaps would not be in his best interest. The roguish appearance of the fellow would likely scare away potential buyers more so than encouraging them to come to his shop.

“Sir,” he lowered himself into a small bow, “I, Rhodes, will listen to your request,” he muttered begrudgingly, his paws trailing over the damaging tears in the fabric. His brows knitted together as he shuffled closer to the light, turning his backside to the Absol to focus more on the task in front of him. No matter which way he tilted his head, he couldn't get pass the unnatural way of the rips on along the fabric. Especially the vest, his paws carefully drifting over to feel the tougher material against his digits.

“Am I to receive the name of who I am doing this work for?” Rhodes inquired in a more professional tone, shifting gears to get intuned with his craft. “And do you mind telling me how these holes happened? It might be useful for me to know,” he advised with good measure.

“Callias.” The absol curtly replied. Quickly after that a single huff escaped his throat as he tried to poke his paw out of the sheet, only to have the sharp ends of his claws entangled in the slightly worn fabric.

“Being a walking knifemare has its ups and downs.” He grunted, angrily shaking his paw away from the fabric until his claws unhooked from the ripped threads.

He then turned back towards Rhodes, a claw pointing right at him with a single stray thread hanging from its tip. “Just fix my clothes! And do it fast!” He growled, right before his gaze took notice of the thread. “I don’t have anything else to wear!” He added, shaking the thread away with even more irritation.

“Patience my dear sir. You would not want me to slip up and make a mistake now,” Rhodes calmly spoke, plucking a thin needle from a bright red cushion shaped like a tamato berry. He rummaged through his many drawers for the appropriate color to match the attire. “However it may seem easy, it is quite not,” he muttered, his paw landing on a color akin to that of the shirt. The shirt was easy enough to begin with first as he delicately unwound the thread for a lengthy piece of string.

“Surely you must be jesting,” Rhodes chuckled, looping the string through the needle with ease as he placed a digit in a thimble. “This can’t be your only set of shirt and vest. If it is, I may have another set for you to purchase if you would like to. However they may not be to your taste...,” he trailed off with a sheepish grin.

“Just relax, Callias. It will take some time but I will try to get you out of those old rags quickly. Wouldn't want anyone to think there's a ghost walking among us,” he laughed aloud at the idea, beginning the sewing process, slipping the needle and out of fabric to sew with quickness and ease.

The absol hardly seemed to share his lightheartedness, the wrinkles on his face still set in place. “I’m not looking for a dress I just want my clothes fixed.” He grunted, leaning by the door as his gaze took to the drenched streets.

Still drizzling and still no shirt. To go back outside looking like he did, his level of uncaring did not seem to reach that far. Waiting elsewhere was out of the question.

Something about the electric hare had him with another reason to retract the thought of leaving, his frivolous behavior earning him a wary eyeing from the absol. Somehow he felt the hare would not exactly comply to his demand, so kept a watchful eye over the electric type.

His lips twisted with disdain, a small mutter escaping them. “I can’t believe every other tailor in town was closed today…”

The Jolteon bristled at the absol’s unsavory commentary, his paws jerking. He nearly cursed aloud at his recklessness, quickly inspecting the shirt for any damage he could have caused.

Dress?! He had so much more to offer than mere dresses! It was downright insulting to him! He gritted his teeth, giving pause to pinch the bridge of his nose. Remain calm, he chanted to himself, inhaling and exhaling slowly to relax himself. Let it be known such rudeness won't be tolerated.

“Callias,” Rhodes nearly hissed, setting aside his work tools, his feet, his body levitating off the ground to hover over to the absol. Brushing his bang aside, he lifted up to eye level with the other, seriousness written over his expression. “You came to me for business, no? Everyone else is closed for the eve and you are only left with me,” he pointed out with a paw on his chest.

“Your comments are not necessary. If you want me to finish my task, I suggest you keep your rude commentary to yourself. If you can not do as I ask” -he glided towards the door, opening it- “here's the door. You can kindly take your business elsewhere. And I do hope you get yourself out of those sheets. They look as if they would tear at any moment. Wouldn't want that to happen, no?”

A glint of surprise shone in the absol’s eyes, quickly to be replaced by confusion as he watched the hare levitate across the room. “What the hell…?”

Whatever he felt about it however, anything he would have been tempted to spout out about the Jolteon’s disturbing ability to hover was quickly tossed aside as he came closer. The furs in his neck rising slowly. Tension pressuring his claws.

His maw remained shut, ears folding back as he glared at the electric type. It took a moment before his jaw would show any sign of movement.

“You probably need this job as much as I need my clothes fixed.” He growled impatiently, a threat rasping at the back of his throat. “You wouldn’t want bad word spreading about your services either, would you?”

Rhodes’ eyes flared at the threat as he glowered at the absol, his ears pinning back sharply. “Are you… trying to threaten me?” He gave a chortle, finding his words amusing. He gathered his paws behind his back, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. “I do not think you quite understand me or the position you are in. Others… No matter how distasteful you may find me, they find me to be quite charismatic you see. Who are they going to believe when you arrive at their doorstep with such a tall tale? You?” -he raked his gaze over the Absol’s with loathing- “or little old me?”

His feet touched the ground as he feigned a faint, slumping to the floor, his paw resting on his forehead, “A ruffian came to my shop and threatened me to fix his clothes!” The Jolteon cried out dramatically. A bout of laughter followed as he righted himself, giving the absol a small wink. “I am believable, no? You have come after all, covered in sheets to mask your appearance. Do you not get the picture I am trying to paint for you?”

His expression smoothed out into the perfect poker face, serious, unamused as he lightly kicked the door shut behind him. “Do not play this game with me. It will go downhill worse than it already has. You do not have the right to judge when you have yet to witness my full capabilities. Meaningless threats will not get me to work faster. But perhaps your clothes are not the only things that requires fixing,” he gave a small pompous snort, nose high in the air.

“Why you little…!”

Veins bumped on the surface of the absol’s face, fangs pressed tightly against each other. The fine white furs of his mane were but needles pointing upwards as a low rumble resonated in his throat. A few more words wanted to escape though he held them back by clasping his tongue still between his teeth.

Another moment glaring at each other's gazes. White peered through Callias’ lips, unwilling to admit defeat, though no end to this conflict would provide satisfaction. He needed his clothes. The thought of going any longer without them preventing his thoughts from taking any rest.

To Rhode’s ease the absol finally budged. His gaze took disinterest on the electric type as he leaned against the wall. A harsh bump to the wood as he did so, muttering incomprehensibly.


“Stronzo,” Rhodes huffed, sticking his tongue out in a childish fashion, growing mollified by the absol’s retreat. There was no doubt in his mind that the word spew out of that foul mouth was a curse but he knew better to egg the situation on more than necessary, opting to remain silent as he quietly paced back to resume his work. He placed the watchful gaze of his small audience in the back of his mind, wholly focused on the task at hand. He managed to relax, oblivious to the tension in the air, a small smile on his face as he resumed his sewing from where he was.

The hare was always his happiest whenever he got his paws on new work. Even if it wasn't the most fashionable of wares, simply clothing had more of an appeal to him. More than him… He gave a small glance towards the absol, the thought of idle chit chat happening. He quickly soured, pondering much too long on Callias’ rudeness before. The male was as stiff as the wall behind him. He winced as the sharp needle pricked his digit. Don't pay attention to him! Cursing inwardly at his negligence, he brought his eyes back on his work, quickening his pace. The faster he gets finished, the more sooner his rude company would leave.

The sound of ripping cloth came from the absol’s position. His paws pulled on the sheets with greater unease as the Jolteon’s retort echoed in the back of his mind. His glare pointed at the floorboards, the claws on his hind legs pressing against the wood with an even greater scorn wrinkling the gashed features of his face. Something about it clearly irked him, even more than usual.

On its own the huffy tone was the dead giveaway of a verbal offense, but there was something more to it to him. Foreign, yet it almost seem like he understood. More than the tailor could imagine.

Wanting to put a halt to the the thought weighing over him the absol’s nostrils flared. A snort followed suit as he turned his head away even further from Rhode’s sight, but being so close to the wall had its disadvantages for the horned beast.

The wood resonated once again, and more grunting would follow as he turned his head back to its previous position. He took a quick gander at the spot his horn had struck, a hint of sheepishness taking over as he noticed a small cut in its surface. It was hardly noticeable from afar, though he still made an effort to hide the mark behind him.

Rhodes cringed at the sound of fabric tearing. Perturbed by the sound, he whirled at the absol, a small gasp leaving him breathlessly as he paled at the sight of those claws raking into the floorboards. The money running down the drain coursed through his mind at the horrid sight. I just got those placed in!

“Ti ston kósmo káneis?!” He shrilled. “I just bought this building and you’re already damaging it?! Withdraw those claws this instant!” He commanded loudly. “Sit in a chair! Anything to keep you from fidgeting about and ruining my workplace!” He rushed from his workbench to the back of the store. The sounds of objects and metal clattering about could be heard as the Jolteon searched… A small cheer as he came rushing back with said chair. More so a stool for the big absol to sit on.

“If you are to stay and if I am to work with my sanity intact, parakaló. Just please do as I ask.” He waited expectantly, folding his arms across his chest for the absol to move from his location to the stool He was wary slightly but he refused to budge, so much as work unless the male did as he complied.

Unsurprisingly the absol stared down at him with a narrowed gaze, though whatever trace of anger he had before seemed to be replaced with confusion. His ears swiveled back and forth. A silent wariness in his eyes. This continued to go on until he finally made the decision to do as the Jolteon asked of him. Of course, he would do so with manners unrefined as he allowed his weight to fall upon the seat by gravity’s whim, wood creaking slightly under the large pokemon’s pressure.

Soon afterwards it was quickly back to that old huffy look of his. Brows furrowed as he glared straight at the electric type. The air around him was clearly unwelcoming, patience waning as he waited for the Jolteon to leave his side and return to his work.

Rhodes gave a small scowl to the absol, muttering incoherently under his breath as he stroll back to resume his work. It was much too tedious to keep track of dark type’s movement and work at the same time. The man was not a child. Or he hoped he wouldn't need to watch him like one. He finally decided to focus solely on the work at hand. Should Callias break or marred anything else, he could always charge the absol extra to pay for the damages. Nodding to himself at the sound idea, he quietly sewed away at his project with a light smile.

Sweet memories of watching another sew clouded his mind, uplifting him from his soul mood. Just because his customer stooped to such levels, he shouldn't follow suit! Before he knew it, he was done with the shirt, setting it close to the absol to allow him to pass it for better judgement before rummaging for the proper material for the vest.

“Is this it… Ah yes..,” he murmured, comparing the material of fabric he held similar to that of the vest. Pleasant memories of the past kept the hare happy enough has he worked through the process.

“Here you go!” He cheered, holding up the vest for the absol to see. Back to his cheery self, he held it up proudly.

The dark type scrutinized the vest, the back of his claw brushing against the freshly sown cloth before he carefully took it in his paws. He could barely tell it had ever gone through such a ripping. Hopefully none more than that after this.

Guttural noises surged in his throat before he could force out a response. “Thanks.” Despite the attempt at a polite reply, he still held onto the same scowl, same irritated tone. Unappeased.

He stood back up, wood creaking as he removed his weight from the stool. His eyes were still set on his clothes, though it would not be long before his attention was for Jolteon. Oddly enough there was no irritation masking his face this time. His brow bent in an awkward manner, sheepishness stretching his lips to the side.

“Could you, uh… Turn around for a moment…?”

Rhodes gave a small frown, brows knitting together at the small yet strange request. Once the absol didn’t appear annoyed but the expression across his face now was one that added confusion. Honestly he thought the dark type was hardly capable of showing any other emotion than anger but this new one proved him wrong. Almost as if he was shy..? With a shrug, Rhodes let the idea go, turning around to give the privacy he nicely asked.

“Taking in account of your… sharp claws and horns, I used a much durable fabric to sew in where the holes once were,” he explained, almost boasting, taking pride in his work, “Of course I would love to make an entire piece using that material so you do not have to go through this again but that would require some of your time as you insist on monitoring my progress. If you give me a design you would like me to based it on, I will stick to that as instructed but alas that is up to you.”

Nothing much of a response left the Absol’s maw. Quickly taking the chance he had as Rhodes turned away he released the old drape, only the sound of cloths moving about to prove he was still there. Once that was over a short huff left his breath.

His eyes wandered over to his shoulder, the short sleeve failing to cover up a pair of old gashes that reached over it. Fine lines of furless skin, irritating to his view, yet it was slight enough to ignore as he turned his attention back to the Jolteon.

“I’m not interested in your dandy fashion.” He scoffed, swinging the old cloth away towards the tailor.

“To each his own,” Rhodes replied with a slight shrug, a paw scratching underneath his chin. “Everyone has their own taste. This is just one that was popular where I grew up, easy to do when you live around it for so long. This is only the surface I scratch and this is not the only designware I have done. There are others I aim to design and have knowledge of and this is the perfect place.” The hare began to bounce in place, growing giddy with excitement. “Plenty of other cultures I can based my designs on! The knowledge these ‘mons could to teach me. Think of the possibilities!”

A small scoff. “But you might be just a simple man. I aim for the stars and I will be rewarded when I do the proper research.” In that he couldn't wait to do. “Now are you done putting them on? I need to check over my work before you pay. No harm in double checking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” A small huff with a roll of the absol’s eyes as the tailor continued to babble on.

He pulled on his sleeve to cover what he could, a tinge of discomfort in his brow as the cloth scuffled away from the scarring. Worrying about it any more would only be a waste of energy, so he let go of the thought. A long breath then whistled through his fangs.

“I’m done. How much is it?”

Needless to say, the Jolteon bristled at the dismissive words Callias uttered, the thought of even approaching the absol abhorrent to him now. Let's get down to business so he can leave!

Rhodes gave a small pause, a single digit tapping his lips. How to calculate this for this country's currency…  A struggling thoughts as a sheepish smile spread on the hare’s expression as he  turned to face the absol, his ears folding back. “Given I had to use a different sort of fabric than the usual for this service, I would have to say… 10 crescents?” He fidgeted with his paws, unsure about the estimate but looking at the small damages the absol had done his floor and… the wall?! Calming his fury, the hare became more firm as he spoke, “No… 15 crescents.

A brow arose in the absol’s complexion with his answer, though he hardly seemed bothered by the amount. He proceeded to prod his claws into a small bag drooping by the side of his thigh, the thin leather hung by a string to his belt. The bag jingled along to the movement of his paw until he finally took out a small pile of coins, making sure he had the right amount before handing them over.

He hardly waited for any more of a response after that. Wordlessly Callias turned around, taking a pace away from the Jolteon as his eyes set on the exit door. Finally his gateway back to solitude.
From Rag To Fab (RP)
The completed RP I had with Ribbon-Fox for PoA
Both me and Ribbon Fox collaborated on this~
Callias is owned by her while Rhodes is mine.
Welp as the title states, I am looking forward to RPing with you good folk and building relationships with my darling Rhodes here~ I only have a few rules and such before you approach me for a good RP!

- I prefer Google Docs and Notes as a location for RPs! No Skype as I prefer not to share that except for a select few.

-My answers may be slow! I work full time and I am working on a personal project as well so don't expect me to actively reply frequently! And I can only take so many at a time! Sorry but them the breaks! The Status of Relationships and Number of Active Going RPs will be in the description once I get finished with this and get some RPs going!

- I only RP in Paragraph Style. I do not allow Script or anything other form of RP format. I am not sorry but I can only work in Paragraph format. And no short replies please because it does not help me to proceed forward with a decent reply.

-While Rhodes may be friendly, he isn't one to be idly standing around and interactive willingly. He likes to actively keep himself busy while he gathers material for his work. If you come to him dressed in rags however he may be a whole lot willing to work with you, even try to fix you up!

-I will also like to plot with some of these RPs prior hand as this is his first time in the country. Show him around! Present new things to him! 
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Current RPs:

From Rag To Fab: Rhodes + Callias (Ongoing)


“I can not bare to take another step!” The Jolteon complained dramatically, nearly tumbling back on his fuzzy rear, ragged with exhaustion. His ears flopped at the  side of his face, the hare brushing aside the bang from his eyes to glare at the sun rising over the horizon. “You couldn't give me a few more moments of night…” The hare enjoyed the soft glow of the moon more so than the harsh light of sun. He walked for hours without rest, sensing his destination was close. He rummaged through the small sack he kept covetously at his side. His precious supplies, his cherished tools he needed to thrive and make a living for himself.  His ears drooped even further than usual, the thoughts of home lingering in his mind.

Perhaps I left a tad too early. I hadn't the chance to tell Mother goodbye. Only a simple note was left in the wake of his departure.

‘I am going to find my own place in the world. I love you very much and I give my very best wishes to you, my beloved parents.’

He continued on his trek, lost in his thoughts, the ground shifted from earth to cobblestone, his ears perking at the new sensation beneath his paws. He was close, anticipation rising in him. He quickened his pace, nearly running the incline. A new country, a new start! He could smell it!

His excitement waned at the sight of palace. More so at the houses surrounding the grand place, signs of decay and debris around some. He pinched his nose. That wasn't the smell he longed for, his face twisting with disappointment.

“I was expecting something... better,” he breathed, disgust coloring his tone as he cautiously strolled through the street. If not for the decaying houses, he would have thought the country to be suitable for a mon as such as he. Now he was having second thoughts, biting down on his lower lip nervously. With each step, he neared the palace. He immediately noticed the somewhat intimidating guards placed at the entrance giving him a moment's pause.

He inhaled deeply, steeling himself. No use to acting like a Torchic now. Face them! He convinced himself, approaching the gates.

The guards immediately reacted, halting his advancement with a glower. “What are you doing here?” One of them asked roughly.

“I-I’m trying to become a citizen of your fair country,” the Jolteon laughed nervously, attempting to lighten the tension he felt in the air.

“Ah… well I suppose that you should speak to the king then. You may pass through; follow the great corridor and tell the other guards at the end why you are here.”

He heaved a sigh of relief at their words, nodding in thanks, as he proceed forward, following their instructions. As the one mentioned, he saw another pair of guards blocking the way, stepping forward at his approach.

“What brings you here, stranger?” One of them asked.

“To become a model citizen for your country,” he bowed slightly, sensing his goal closing in.

“Very well. Wait here a moment.”

He turned briskly, moving through the door behind him. It was a brief moment before returned with a Kricketune at his side.

“Hello there,” the Kricketune chirped, “I was told you are here seeking citizenship, is that right? With all due respect, may I have your name?”

“My name… is Rhodes,” the Jolteon reluctantly gave up, withholding his surname.

“Ah, what a lovely name that is. My name is Gaius. I am the king’s advisor. The king will want to see you, but I have a few questions before we begin. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Ah yes. To judge my worth? Then please do so. You will not find any reason to not allow me entry, I hope,” he added with a sheepish grin.

“First, please allow me to ask, where exactly are you from?

“I come from Artiphron! The home of the precious trade and other interesting things as well,” he spoke with fervor, his love for his country evident as he puffed out his chest.

“Ah, that is interesting. I hear it is beautiful there in the spring. Is that where your family is from?”

The Jolteon expression faltered at the question, turning completely withdrawn. “Needless to say, I would say t-they b-belong to the same area I hail from. Why a-ask that?”

“Oh, that is fascinating! I trust you don’t think I am pressing for too much information. Sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me. Now, how about we continue with these questions? Tell me about your history. I would love to know some more about your background.”

Rhodes began to glare at the Kricketune for his idle curiosity. They were not friends or anything of the sort to warrant such questions. His gaze quickly darted towards the guard with a small sigh. He understood the need for such, to ensure they do not allow any unsavory strangers.

“I am but a Tailor. No, a glorious tailor!” Rhodes exclaimed with passion. “I aim for my wares and style to worn by the greatest of all! Alas I am only starting a new in this fair country of yours if allowed entrance. I want to build a name for myself, to show I am one of the greats!”

“That is an incredible tale. I hope to hear the full story sometime if you ever would be interested in discussing it with me. Now, my last question is this: do you have any items that you are bringing with you?”

Items? With a small frown, Rhodes swirled in place. “I assume you mean my clothing?” He placed a paw on his chest, displeased. “I only wear the finest of clothing that I crafted myself. My top, these wonderful tights, and the beautiful strap that proudly shows off my lineage,” he boasted.

“Hmmmm… You seem to be well prepared for whatever comes. Let’s both hope that nothing too difficult comes your way. Now, thank you very much for answering my questions. I believe that it is time for you to see the king. If you would follow me.”

Without another word, he followed, cringing at the sight of broken signs and others in rather desperate need of repairs. Even so it was as if they had yet to get to them as well, no doubt busy handling the homes outside. This country is in a more dire state of affairs than I previously had thought… At the sight of the king, the Jolteon gave pause to give give a more graceful bow for him.

“My lord, allow me to introduce to you, Rhodes. He is hoping to be given citizenship into your kingdom.”

The Kricketune moved to stand behind the king as the king’s gaze moved over him, thoughtful. He stared longer than usual before he spoke.

“Good afternoon. I understand that you have spoken with Gaius and he has already asked you a number of questions, but I have a few more to ask. I would first like to know this: how did you come about finding my kingdom?”

“My dear mother told me of your kingdom and I sought it out immediately.”

“Very good. I understand that this is a seemingly odd question, but how old are you exactly?”

“I am only a mere twenty-four, my good king. I am not too old to still be some use to the people.”

“Hmmmm… very good indeed. Now, lastly but most importantly, why exactly do you want to become a citizen in my country?

“Simply to start anew,” he said, speaking the brief version for time’s sake.

“Very well. Well, I see no issues with anything you have told me. In fact, I am quite pleased. I am glad to state that I am prepared to offer you the citizenship that you so desire. Welcome!”


Standing proudly, dignified, at a mere five feet, the Jolteon has a distinct hare like qualities to his features, his ears oval discs coming to a sharp point at the tips. His eyes drapped by a thick yellowish bang, he is occasionally forced to brush them aside to reveal a startling violet hue that stands out from his rather dark yellow pelt; adding a veil of mystery surrounding him however his expressions will surely show you his intentions as he becomes very passionate and revealing in his body language. But surprisingly, he knows his way around despite the bang obscuring his view.

Being the fashionable connoisseur that he is, his clothing matches his love of it. Oozing with pride, he puffs his chest with confidence, to show off his paw tailored creamy cofresi shirt that cuts off abruptly above his abdomen and burgundy tights below the waist. His paw delicately strokes a burgundy strap that spans diagonally across his chest, sporting an unique round golden badge with a Rose insignia embroiled in the piece, glossy under the light.

Name: Rhodes

Job Title: Tailor

Age: 24

Birthday: May 7th

Species: Jolteon

Gender: Male

Height: 2'7 (All fours) 5' (Bipedal)

Race: Artiphron

Characteristic: Somewhat Vain

Nature: Sassy

Move Set: Pin Missile, Discharge, Charm, Magnet Rise

Items: Burgundy Rose Cloth Strap, Creamy Cofresi Crop Top, and Burgundy Tights

Personality: A Jolteon who takes alot of pride in doing his works. He seems to have many faces, that of a gentleman, a smooth talker if you will, carrying himself with dignity. However for all this, he has a problem with females, chasing after them in the hopes of one day becoming married. Of course… this leads him in more trouble than he had bargained for.

History: Currently unwilling to speak of it.

“It's time for you to wake up, son. Feel the sunshine on your skin and face the new day, expecting thrills and excitement!” A woman’s soft excited voice murmured in his ears, in his mind. Too bad her excitement wasn't rubbing off on the young man as his eyes peeled back lazily to reveal a chilling blue. He was to use hearing her voice now, at times he least expected it. Taunting him in the realm of the living instead of the realm of dreams he was so accustomed to experiencing. He twisted a pencil, he scarcely remembered holding, in one hand while the other, on the lap, tightly gripped his thigh.

“I see you are finally awake, mister Vincent,” a voice called from below. His eyes shifted to the man at the center of the room, his wrinkly grey beard the only thing Vincent paid attention to. “I hope you were taking down notes like the rest of your peers,” the professor chided with a glare.

A flare of irritation rose at the sound of his name. He hated it. No. Hate wasn’t enough to describe how much he despised that name. He paused his pencil twirling, sensing his so called peers’ gaze upon him. A nasty remark rose in his throat. If not for the sharp look from his sandy blonde neighbor beside him, he would had sneered at the old professor’s teaching method. He would rather watch paint dry than hear this geezer ramble about some body part. He stopped listening when the old man reached the lower part. That's something he did not want to hear, the thought of it making him sick.

Satisfied that Vincent would no longer sleep in his class, the professor showed his back to the young man to continue the lecture, promptly missing the finger Vincent flicked off in response.

“You’re trying to get class ended early on purpose aren't you, Ven,” a quiet familiar hiss beside him.

He glanced at his neighbor, the young man glaring at him with hint of worry in his sea green eyes. “Relax Carter,” Ven murmured nonchalantly, leaning back in seat. “I know you want to pass this class so your dad can lay off of you.” He knew he wouldn't go so far to jeopardize his neighbor’s grade. No his friend’s. The man stuck by him thick and through. Least he could do was ease up on the professor. Even if he hated the old crone.

“Were you sleeping again?”

“No. I only had my eyes shut for moment,” Ven grimaced slightly, leaning forward in his seat before the professor could turn his brown hawk-like gaze back to him. “I heard her… again,” he trailed off, a small tightening in his eyes before he pretended to have his pencil skim the surface of paper in front of him for the sake of his friend.

Carter’s eyes widened slightly, filled with concern. “She say something different this time?”

“No. It was the same…,” His voice came slightly strangled with emotion, the hand on his thigh moving to rub his forehead at the throbbing pain of a rising headache. “I swear I could see her smile this time.”

“I swear ever since you got that bracelet” -Carter pointed out a golden band on his right wrist with a face of contempt- “you been hearing it more often. Almost everyday. You should take that damn thing off. It's messing you up, man.” The shadows under the man’s eyes was enough to tell him Ven lacked sleep as well.

“I’m not taking it off. It’s only thing I have left.” Reflexively, Ven circled his wrist slowly, twisting the bracelet, the small ruby dangling from it glinting in the small light that lit up the lecture hall.

Carter opened his mouth, no doubt to question his sanity, only to keep it shut as the professor glanced in their general direction once again. He kept silent but he gave Ven a meaningful look. We will be talking about this later.

With a sigh, he gave a small nod, paying attention to the studies once again. The class dragged on for a long time. For a moment he thought about going dozing off in his seat, his chin resting in his palm. Then the lights in the room lit up to his relief. He stretched languidly in his seat, easing his stiff muscles.

“Why the hell is Biology one of my requirements…”

“More like it was one of mine and you just joined along for the ride,” Carter muttered, mimicking Ven with a sigh.

“Don't say I didn't do anything for you.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” A hearty laugh as Carter gathered his things to put in his sack. “Hey man. Whatcha think they got at the cafeteria this time?” He asked eagerly. “That mac and cheese yesterday with pork chops. Oh man…,” he sighed with longingly. “Getting hungry thinking about it.”

Ven groaned, shaking his head. “You can't be serious. That food sounds too good to be true to be sold at this college. You sure you didn't eat that for breakfast or dinner last night?”

“This is Wavisley University” -Carter spread his arms wide in the now empty classroom in a dramatic fashion- “where you can get the best education and food in the area.”

“You mean this is the only college within a 50 mile radius,” Ven uttered sarcastically with an eye roll. “No way in hell was I going to be driving any further than this. Come on though. I hate sticking around this damn lecture hall longer than I need to be,” he complained, getting out of his seat. Without another word, they strolled out the hall together, Ven with a scowl on his face, Carter grinning ear to ear at the thought of getting food.

The sight of vibrant red hair had two pausing as a young woman stood out from the crowd of students in the hallway. She appeared to be nervous, her gray eyes seeking as she pushed her glasses back to prevent them from falling off her face. Carter lit up at the sight of her, leaving Ven’s side to grab her into a tight hug.

Ven’s scowl deepened at the sight of the two sharing a personal moment, a hand tightening into a fist at his side. He thought he set aside this petty feeling, jealousy, but here it was again, rising to fore when they shared a brief kiss. Disgusted with himself, he looked away from the scene reining in emotions.

“Get a room, you guys. Your love is killing me here,” Ven grunted, relieved his tone came out light in a joking fashion he desired.

“I-I’m sorry Ven,” she stammered. With a nervous chuckle, the woman was quickly separate herself from him, her delicate peach face flushing, highlighting the freckles that spread from cheek to cheek, across the bridge of her nose. She didn't get far, Carter’s hand lacing with one of hers to keep from her straying. Her eyes darted toward Ven with embarrassment and worry.

“Don't worry about him, Lydia,” Carter assured her with a laugh. “He's just a big old baby when it comes to this type of thing. I told you when you find your girl, you’ll turn all mushy and soft inside,” he teased.

Ven gagged, rolling his eyes at the teasing. “As if. I'm not turning all soft for no one. Now can we get going already before we lose any good seats?”

“Crap!” Carter exclaimed, starting a hurried pace, bringing along Lydia in tow. It was a wonder she didn't manage to trip up at the sudden start but she was all too use to his spur of the moment moves. “I'm not losing my favorite seat this time!”


Carter gave a small whoop of victory as he claimed the table closest to the windows. Taking a seat, his eyes wandered to the others as they stood in the front of the cafe, deciding what they wanted. Lydia was torn, stuck between choosing a fruit salad or a regular salad; Ven on the other hand wasn't interested in much, bored as he stood by her side as a silent sentry.

Carter purged his lips as he scrutinized his friend with his back to him. The tension in those shoulders, his stance. More and more lately, he was noticing Ven becoming more irritable as of late. It may have been not directed towards him but it was as clear as day to everyone else, students giving the man a wider berth than usual. He could never find the time to sit down with him, to talk about these issues. But it was difficult. Ven would always find a way to dodge the subject or weasel his way out of the conversation. His brows furrowed. Just more and more stress each day. Surprised he hasn't cracked.

When the two of them came back to the table, with food in tow, he relaxed as Lydia quietly slid in beside him with Ven sitting from across. Wordlessly, Ven slid his tray to him, his eyes immediately darted towards the window that led outside. Carter’s mouth watered at the sight of a burger and fries before him.

“Cheeseburger and fries!” His eyes sparkled as he bit into delicious juicy goodness. “Bless this cafeteria…” He murmured between bites with happiness. Munching with delicate, his eyes drifted to the window, curious what drew Ven’s attention. The mountains and the forest in the backdrop was breathtaking to newcomers but to them it was same old thing they were accustomed to seeing each day. But snowflakes danced in the air before landing the dull grass.

“Isn't it only August?” Carter frowned, his eyes drawn to the snow.

“They did say it might be snowing this week…,” Lydia chimed in, captivated by the snow herself.

“Guess they were right for once,” Carter huffed, resuming where he left off.

The sharp sound of the seat scraping against the floor. He looked up in time to see Ven on his feet, his face tense. “What's up?”

“I have somewhere I need to be,” Ven said curtly. Before Carter could ask what, he was already walking away with a brisk gait.

“What the hell…”

“Was it m-me?” Lydia asked.

“No. No,” Carter assured her, his free clean hand lacing with hers. “He's just going through some things. That's all.”

She hesitated, her hair tumbling in front of her eyes as she hung her head low. “...I think I m-might be ruining your relationship with him,” she admitted near silently. “I-I feel it with him. He's just so…”

“Go ahead.”

“L-Lonely. I always g-get that impression. And then when I'm with you and he's h-here, the feeling only g-gets worse…”

Carter purged his lips, his gaze in the direction Ven had departed. Outside. He wasn't going to finish the rest of his classes. His eyes narrowed, his frown deepening. “I tried. You can never say I didn't try to reach you,” he muttered more so to himself before he heaved a sigh. “You know how hard it is trying to get things through that thick skull of his. It's draining…”

A quiet touch on his hand. “But you’re the only one he’s let in, aren't you?”

He snorted. “I don't know if letting me in” -he made quote marks in the air, his voice filled with bitterness- “was part of the bargain. More like he dumped his burdens on me.”

“You're still his friend though. No his best friend… You been with him through high school. I seen your relationship with him.” She stifled a laugh as she recalled one of the silly bets the duo would get themselves into. “It's almost like you’re his brother, you know.”

“I have a little brother and he's less work. Maybe even slightly more fun.”

“Carter,” she said sharply, his lips thinning.

“I get where you’re coming from, Lydia,” he said, gently placing a hand over hers. “I’ll stop by his place when I'm done talking things over with my dad later on.”

“Is there something wrong?” The sudden bleak tone in his voice disturbed her. She found her hand curling over his, giving it a small squeeze of assurance. He returned the gesture, giving her a small smile. It wasn't a happy one and that bothered her even more.

“No. Nothing.”

The small tightening in his eyes told her different. “Why won't you tell me the truth?” The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her eyes widening with alarm.

He stiffened in his seat, mentally cursing himself for slipping up. She was much too observant, too sensitive, so intuned with him that it was difficult to mask his feelings from her.

“My dad is just putting a lot of pressure on me cause, you know, college.” College was just scratching the surface but judging by the the relief in her face, his answer had sufficed, enough for her to relax. He couldn't ignore the small twinge in his heart at his vague answer. You deserve so much more… He thought, filled with shame.

“I hope he eases up on you, Car.” She squeezed his hand once more, this time to comfort, as she leaned close to give him a small peck on his cheek. “I have another class to go. I'll see you after my class ends?” She asked, hopeful.

The sharp pain in his heart was instant at the sight of the hope in her eyes. To dash them away. “I can't. I have to go straight home after class. I know. I'm sorry. You know how my dad can get. I really want to walk you to your dorm at least. This weather could get worse an-” He rambled until a finger pressed to his lips to silence him.

“Carter, it's fine,” she chuckled at the surprise on his face, wrapping her arms around him in a soft hug. “I understand what you’re going through. I'm a big girl now so you don’t have to worry,” she murmured into his shirt, rubbing small soothing circles on his back. How much that calmed him now, the tension ebbing away. “We’re not in high school anymore. Just one day isn't going to kill you or me.”


“Shh. I need to get going now. I'll be fine. Don't get mad at your dad or anything. You know he means well. And Ven… Please try to contact him today. I'm really worried.” She held onto him for a moment longer before releasing him. Waving goodbye, she gathered her things, giving him a wistful look as she rushed off to class to leave him in his lonesome.

Frustration had him clenching his teeth as he rummaged through his pocket to pull out his phone. “First dad. Now Ven? I can't catch a break today,” he nearly growled to himself, his appetite gone as he shoved away the remainder of his food. It didn't look so appealing any longer. He raked a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nostrils. “Just another long day,” he muttered, his fingers easily typing out the message on the touch screen.

'Stay at home. I mean it this time. I'll stop by later on today to talk to you. Don't do anything stupid before I get there.' Do you want to send this message to Ven?
Moonlight Brigade: Chapter 1
This is the first Chapter of my story Moonlight Brigade. After some advice I decided to post it here to give it a shot. Tell me what you think and I hope you can sit back enjoy at least~

All the Characters in this Chapter belongs to me
This status thing is soooo dumb
Just Art of my OCs mostly lol. I'm just simple
Maybe some of my friends as well... 
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