Eva laughs, looking down at her suit and then to Matias’s. Yeah, guess they kind of do. Her green accents were quite similar to the greens that made up the majority of his. Matias steps away to comfort a rather stressed looking Laurence Anderson . It gives Eva the opportunity to greet more members that have finished changing.

Smiling fondly towards Melody Miro , she gives the gym leader a wave in return, “Awww thanks, Melody! I don’t think I have much control over what it looks like though,” That seemed to be an almost magical quality to the suits. She wonders if it will change as she uses various pokemon. Her Comfey comes to mind, and a mental picture of the ivory base of her suit blooming vibrant flowers. Maybe.

“Katherine Fairburne’s suit looks pretty bad ass,” she grins, admiring the scarlet jewels accenting the dark shades of black and grey. She hadn’t seen the Elite Four member sine their battle on the beach. It didn’t go well for Eva, but it was a good learning experience. She’s ready for round two, though now is obviously not the time.

MATIAS SILPH & Katherine Fairburne & Melody Miro

AN AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 2

SOLUTIONS TO SYGNA IN THE SILVER SPIRE

EYES ROLL. hearing a grown ass man moan between pulling up his pant’s leg is off-putting enough. even in jest, the humor is nothing but infantile. the perfect warm-up for kim cole-essam.

the fact fernando knows his wife only add validity to his mews. for najwa cole-essam certainly fits the bill of a woman who would bend kim over and milk him dry. she’s a woman on a mission, not unlike silph.

maybe that’s why they get along so well?

knowing that only paints a more vivid image in fernando’s mind. he can see kim taken amazoness style, more akin to a syringe than a partner. it sickens him greatly, stretched onto his face with a flash of teeth from his grimace.

they already have one kid, and with another on the way? it doesn’t bode well for the golden’s boy’s pull out game.

seeing as how he’s almost fallen for the same trap, with several members present, fernando refrains from rebuking his colleague. he dresses up regardless of the catcalls and admiring stare.

‘zrrzzrzzrzzz’

the hiss of his zipper announces the finishing touch. the plain, black, baggy default state inflates several sizes before the air is compressed. what remains is a skin tight body suit perfect for the occasion.



a few seconds later the area around his right forearm starts to melt. the fabric seems gelatinous, molding into unsightly veins and boils. they bubble with an alien animation that makes them almost alive. as if the suit was cooking something underneath its textiles.

fernando’s pointed glare and enclosed fist is enough to put an end to the odd spasm. strained fingers flex against the inside of his palm, causing runic symbols to coil around his wrist. they spell out the wishes made at the NAVEL TOWER.

these black characters dance across the surface as his suit undertakes a perfect white. eventually, the symbols settle into a single phrase.

never one without the other.

he doesn’t so much as bat an eye.

note(s):
- kim's moans annoy him.
- puts on his suit without a word.
- the protostype suit is bodysuit.
- the fabric around his arm starts being fucky wucky.
- weird inscriptions appear.
- it settles on a phrase and turns white.

AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 2

AN AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 2

Electric-type Bug-Aloo

He was late to the assembly.

The moment he emerged from the lengthly pathways that led into the secret underground labs, he received the same spiel as everyone else, after a slap on the wrist and some admonishment, before proceeding into the anteroom silently, his arrival marked by the sound of dressing shoes clicking against tiled floors.

For his irresponsible behavior, he was treated to the scenic sight that was the half-to-near-to-completely-naked Public Figures of the Hoenn League.

Needless to be said, the 10s out of 10s where numerous.

angelo vestri and MATIAS SILPH were also there however, so the Median was about average.

Under normal circumstances, his adolescent mind would be most curious about literally everything going on around him.

Perhaps blessedly for everyone involved however, his state of mind was somewhere between there and Colorado. As in, it was accurately described as being absent.

He doesn't quite register those present as he goes on to his own little corner of the room and begins undressing, putting on display few, but large scars on his tanned, FARMER'S SON skin.

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Bingo Prompt: "Farmer's tan"
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