The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
Howling at Nothing [M]
POSTED ON Dec 2, 2023 2:26:39 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","isaac2"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","textbox"] "You son of a bitch. Finally went and did it, didn't you?"[break][break] The Howling at the Moon had, at one time, been Zev Harcourt's lifeline. It had been more than just some asset for Rocket, one of their thousands of sources of funding and hundreds of shady meeting halls. It had been his lifeline, a tether to a world of normalcy that he'd always deemed beneath him. So long as he had the Howling, putting up that front of normalcy had never been easier.[break][break] Now it had been thrown aside, as if it was nothing.[break][break] It wasn't the only asset to suffer such a fate. He'd left the Flying Sword School behind, every bit as abruptly. The Howling was one thing. It was a burden tying Zev down, and a potential link that could cause him harm. But combat lessons? Zev's body was a temple dedicated to the gods of war. He would stop at nothing to fashion himself into the most dangerous man alive. That he would leave before even sniffing mastery in the art . . .[break][break] He'd have to ask Finnegan Yang about it soon. For now, something smelled rotten, and he wasn't going to let the trail drop. After Zev's absences stretched into inexplicable territory, the Howling had been the second place he'd checked. If it was still running like clockwork, he'd have cause for suspicion.[break][break] When he saw it had closed, he had cause for alarm, instead.[break][break] In a perfect world, he'd be alone with the shuttered facade. He'd throw sticks and stones and swears and screams, cursing Zev for ever tricking the world into thinking there was something more to him. He may have left the Howling before its closure, but it was still a place of significance to him, to its employees, to so many of Slateport's residents. How dare Zev simply end its life with the snap of a finger?[break][break] Yet he wasn't alone. Another had come, standing in front of the door as if he was waiting for something. Shit. Isaac felt kinda bad for the guy. With a sigh, he stepped out from the alley he'd hidden himself within. "Sorry, buddy," he said, an undercurrent of bitterness festering beneath his natural charm. "Happy hour's cancelled." [attr="class","oocbox"] TAG — jack wainwright [break] NOTES — notes go here [newclass=".isaac2"] --color:#c4c067; [/newclass] [newclass=".isaac2"] margin: 0px auto; background-color: #111; min-height: 500px; width: 450px; margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom:20px; } .isaac2 .textbox a, .isaac2 .textbox i { color:var(--color); } .isaac2 .textbox b { font:bold 13px/10px 'Poppins'; color:var(--color); } .topimage { background-image: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1058305315642286080/1155427871351906335/image.png); height: 250px; width: 400px; background-size: cover; background-position:50% 20%; margin: 0px auto; } .isaac2 .textbox { line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-size: 12px; font-family: roboto; color: #d6d6d6; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; background:#1E1E1E; padding:30px 50px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; } .isaac2 .oocbox { border-top: 3px solid #333; padding-top: 10px; width: 260px; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align:left; [/newclass]
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