orion
he/him
thirty
august 9th
lilycove
homosexual
ranger
elite
i'll wreck this if i have to; tell me, what good would that do?
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Orion Lykos
ghouls and ghosts [m]
POSTED ON Nov 10, 2019 19:13:09 GMT
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Orion makes a noise somewhat caught between a yelp and a strangled laugh as Mateo unexpectedly slings an arm around him. He's never been much for physical contact, but it's not something he goes around telling everyone, so he can hardly blame the other man for assuming it would be fine. His heart rate picks up more from this simple interaction than it likely will throughout the entire ghost-hunting experience, which says quite a lot about him as a person.
After recovering from the initial surprise, he tilts his head at the comment. Is that weird?
He supposes it's nothing new. He tends to gravitate toward those types often neglected by the more skittish population: ghost, dark, poison, the occasional bugs. All pokemon deserved to be given a chance. He blinks when Mateo essentially hands the reigns of the mission over to him, and he's overcome by a brief panic — what if he screws up, what if he makes a fool of himself, what if they fail? — before he sternly reminds himself that, you are a ranger and this is what you're good at. Suck it up.
So he nods, instead, and takes the lead toward the gloomy building whilst keeping Mateo in his peripheral. "Always, yeah," he agrees, something softer and fonder in his tone. "A lot of people are scared of them, but they crave companionship as much as the next Pokemon." His Litwick hovers close to him as if to punctuate the statement as Orion tries the door to the house. Locked, as expected. He pulls the key that he'd been given from his pocket and inserts it into the lock, raising his brow at the way the door creaks when it opens. "How very stereotypical."
It's clear the building hasn't seen residence in a while by the layer of dust that coats what furniture remains and the cobwebs clinging to corners. He thinks he spies a Spinarak disappearing into a darkened nook. Phantom's flame flickers to life, providing them with enough light to see by, and at Orion's direction the floating candle hovers a short distance away.
"Well, if this place is haunted, chances are the ghosts are up to something. I don't imagine they're going to just up and leave if we ask nicely, otherwise we wouldn't be here." His tone steadies with confidence as he finds himself in a familiar role. Just another job. "I guess we'll start this way," he gestures down a hall he thinks might lead to a kitchen before starting off in that direction, lowering his voice a little so as not to startle any non ghost-types that might be sheltering in the building, "and look for any signs."
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