Recent Posts

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Trompe l’oeil [M]
POSTED ON Jan 8, 2023 7:02:27 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]

Though August would never openly admit it, the routine of owning a shop was nice. It spared him the monotony of spending all day in the workshop, waiting for the perfect opportunities to create a beautiful forgery. It was the minute tasks that brought little sparks of joy, like the act of counting the cash in the register and preparing inventory lists. It was important to keep moving- to keep surviving, and in a way, this ritual helped do that.

While in the midst of his nightly ritual, August had failed to hear the man slip inside. The voice of startled him slightly, he’d clearly been absorbed in his task and the sleepy little smeargle was of no help warning him of a guest. “Aah, good evening… I am August Black. I apologize, however, I’m in the process of closing down. Is there… something I can do for you?”

The bespectacled man offered a soft smile, but there was a hint of wariness in his voice. It wasn’t obscenely late, but that didn’t necessarily make August feel any less worried. “I do open again at eight in the morning if you’re looking to shop or wanting to discuss lessons, sir.”



in Rocket Recruitment (ACT 1)
[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Training Wheels [m]
POSTED ON Jan 8, 2023 6:26:27 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]


His plan had worked, Camille had executed it to the best of his ability and it worked. The Painter Pokémon had managed to learn Poison Jab and promptly collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. While the Seviper had clearly just been warming up, Camille had August produced a pokeball and returned the Smeargle to it. “We’ll get stronger together, this will never happen again...” The forger sounded solemn as he placed the pokeball into his coat pocket. August looked harrowed as he gazed up at Zev. If it wasn’t clear before, it would be now, August had never battled like this.



“It’s a good enough move, but I just wanted it to be over… I needed it to be over.” The forger responded, his voice almost hollow. “Camille is the last thing I have left of him…” He trailed off, tilting his head down to look at the floor. “It’s clear that we weren’t ready for even this level of combat, let alone ready for real conflict.” The older man shook his head, clearly still reeling from seeing his pokemon so badly burnt.



“How do you find resolve in moments of fear? How can I make myself stronger so I don’t have to fear loss?” It was an earnest question he’d posed; a concern aired out before the cold-blooded assassin. August hoped that with this question, he might find strength and resolve where he had none- that he might grow into a better man, one able to protect what he cared for.




[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Training Wheels [m]
POSTED ON Dec 7, 2022 7:20:14 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]

No quarter for an organization made up of criminals and terrorists. The mere thought of it made August look askance, he wasn't the same as some thug. He wasn't a some kind of terrorist, he was an artist. He was someone who replicated beautiful things. Was it really a crime to turn a profit off his talents?

His head was flooded with thoughts and feelings that he had no time to unpack. He had to focus on survival for now, and not just for his sake. Zev's Seviper was bearing down on Camille, who stood ready to do as August had commanded earlier. The Painter Pokemon grabbed his tail and readied itself as the reptilian pokemon closed in, turning her lengthy body into a barricade in an attempt to ensnare the Smeargle.

Camille, however, was ready for what was coming. As she swung her tail for a Poison Jab, the Smeargle danced out of the way. Having narrowly avoided a strike from the Seviper's barbed tail, the Painter Pokemon turned to face the Fang Snake Pokemon. The Smeargle panted as his brushlike tail glowing as he attempted to Sketch the Seviper's Poison Jab.

August bit his lip; it was risky for Camille to follow through and use Sketch while so close, but if he managed... then this hellish fight would be over.


[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]
close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
WINTER MASQUERADE [Holiday Event]
POSTED ON Dec 7, 2022 1:07:58 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]

The old man smirked, listening attentively as spoke. "Young lady, though a Galarian thoroughbred I may be... I lived under the auspices of the Lumiose Tower for several decades! I have a certain fondness for Kalos, but this effervescent joy called champagne certainly makes an old man like fond of many things!" August declared, taking a quick nip from his flute glass.

As arrived, August raised his glass and offered her a quiet nod as greeting. The older man watched quietly as those younger than he grabbed drinks and gathered together around the refreshment table. Anonymity and a little liquor can truly bring anyone together, he thought with a chuckle. He was about to speak again when he noticed the approach of , dressed in a suit and wearing a mask that elicited memories of autumns gone by.

The older gentleman inclined his head in greeting to the man in the autumnal mask as he joined them. He turned his head to Elisabeth as she let out a laugh and gestured toward the cordoned off ballroom. "Ah forgive me, dear. Time is fleeting for an old man like me. You must seize every moment less you lose out of a good opportunity!" He quipped, turning his grey eyes on Girard, who offered to dance with the old forger right before the butterfly-masked woman rejected him in favor the museum director.

"Ah, she be beautiful like a Milotic but as harsh like the sea... Treat her with the dignity she deserves, young man" August said, turning toward and feigning a sorrowful sigh. "Though unlucky I may be with the fairer sex, I would be honored to dance AND conversate with you, sir." The man declared, turning back to the pawnbroker with a mischievous smile on his face. "Should we abscond away, good sir?"


[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]



Notes




Outfit & Mask

- Hanging out by the refreshment table, with , , and








close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Trompe l’oeil [M]
POSTED ON Dec 6, 2022 4:12:52 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]


"Alright, that's class folks!" August smiled, clapping his hands together. "Great job everyone! Wonderful work, I'll see you in two weeks!" Tonight was the beginning of the Lazy Smeargle Studio beginner's class; a hellish slog of teaching people who had no skill in the very basics of an artform that years to truly master. It was mildly loathsome work, but it helped pay the bills. August counted his lucky stars as the last few stragglers found their way out of the store.

"Alright, Camille... time to clean up!" The man called, rousing a sleeping Smeargle from his spot behind the counter. The pokemon waddled out from behind the counter with a yawn and shook its head, causing the older man to roll his eyes. "You're truly worthy of being the mascot of the shop..." The man mused as he began to stack the assembled chairs in a supply closet.

August paused momentarily and glanced at his watch. "The night is still young, mh? Perhaps I'll go pick up some takeout for us, wouldn't that be nice?" He asked, glancing over toward the counter for his Smeargle- who'd promptly slipped back into his bed located behind the counter. "You are incorrigible, Camille." He said, ambling over to begin his nightly routine of counting down his register.



[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]



close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
WINTER MASQUERADE [Holiday Event]
POSTED ON Dec 5, 2022 4:01:43 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]

August stood by, sipping his glass of champagne, watching and listening. The older gentleman wasn't usually a wallflower- in fact, he was quite the opposite. However, tonight belonged to those younger than he; so he would watch and listen, maybe get a few dances in if he was moved to. If nothing else, he was going to enjoy the hell out of the fine wine available.

August inclined his head towards and . "Forgive this old man for interrupting you two, but I feel compelled to tell you... You look beautiful miss, a sparkling jewel like the lights of Lumiose City." The man with the horned mask chuckled softly, turning his gaze on the museum director. "I would be remiss to not compliment you, young man. That is a fine suit. You wear it well."

August straightened and finished the remainder of the champagne in his glass; quickly replacing the empty glass with a full flute of the sparkling wine.

The forger raised his glass and offered a smile to the masked man and woman. "Cheers and here's to a wonderful night for all of us!" August nodded his head towards the two. "And young lady, I hope it's not too forward to request a dance when the time comes? It would greatly please this old rogue to dance with you."

[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

[break][break]

Notes


Outfit & Mask
- Hanging out by the refreshment table, drinking some champagne. Oops, second glass already?
- Talking to and




close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Training Wheels [m]
POSTED ON Dec 5, 2022 0:20:28 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]


August heard Zev, his words were clear and devoid any malice, but they left the older man's blood cool. Five minutes, he and Camille had to survive five minutes of a hellish onslaught. It seemed to be happening so fast; Zev calling forth his Seviper and then a whistle punctuated the air, causing the serpent to open her fanged maw and spew a gout of flame right at Camille.

The Smeargle, and his handler, were taken aback... Unprepared for the sudden attack. The Smeargle cried out as flames washed over him, burning away fur and searing the flesh. "Move! Move Camille!" The forger shouted, clenching his fists as so many feelings boiled up inside. Camille heeded the old man's command and jumped out of the way of the flames, his fur smoking and skin burned. "Prepare yourself Camille, when it comes for you... dodge and we'll try to get a sketch off!"

The Smeargle let out a mewl and nodded his head. The sight of his companion already so damaged made August's stomach churn. "This is the reality of battle, isn't it? This is what it would be like if I woke up tomorrow and had to fight the League... No mercy? Just violence?" The older man gave Zev a pointed look. Of course he knew the answer already, this was the reality of what he'd signed up for. No escape now; he just had to make the best of the situation and learn to cope.

[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Training Wheels [m]
POSTED ON Dec 4, 2022 16:15:50 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]


"The right tool for the right job, mmh. Alright, I see your point Mr. Harcourt. Then this amounts to selecting which of my companions I'll turn into a weapon." The forger said, looking at the pokeball in his hand. "It's eat or be eaten though, so no time for sympathies... So let's get to it."

"I the only pokemon I own. A Smeargle, Polteageist, Litwick, and most recent acquisition is a Serperior." August said, releasing his Smeargle, Camille from his pokeball."Admittedly Camille, my Smeargle, is probably the one pokemon whose least suited for battle as he only knows Sketch..." The forger admitted and earned a glower from the Smeargle, who grabbed his tail and attempted to swing it menacingly. "Though, Camille and I have the best relationship; if that counts for anything, I mean."

"If you'd prefer, I can use my Polteageist or Litwick, even the Serperior if you feel they'd be better for learning with." August produced another pokeball and stood rather stiffly, waiting for further instructions from the younger man.

[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
Training Wheels [m]
POSTED ON Dec 4, 2022 0:52:42 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]


The underwater headquarters of Team Rocket had, well, everything. Each time August came aboard, he marveled at the massive structure. It was almost overwhelmingly large and felt impossible to navigate; thankfully August managed to get where he needed to be most of the time. The walk to the training arena was no exception, a little guidance from another member and he had arrived relatively on time.

August knew very little of the man he was to meet, save his name, Zev Harcourt. He'd heard rumors of course, rumors that he was an assassin. An exceptionally efficient assassin, at that. The notion of learning to battle under the auspices of such a man unnerved August slightly. There was no knowing how a man like that could react, no predictability. August inhaled and entered the arena, attempting to bury the anxiety bubbling inside of him.

"You must be Mister Harcourt... Yes, I'm August Black." The forger replied, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "I know some, mostly the basics. Familiar with the idea of types and how they matchup. I know some of the theory behind it, but I've never put that brush to canvas... if that makes sense?"

August produced a pokeball from coat pocket and looked down at it. "If I'm honest, I'm not sure which of my pokeman would be best suited for combat."

[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color:#9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]



close tab

played by

Number9

Mister Black, Grandpa
He/Him/His
55
April 22nd
Circhester
Gay
Shop Owner/Forger
Grunt
Widowed
0 height
0 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
awards
12 posts
August Black DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @augustblack
August Black
WINTER MASQUERADE [Holiday Event]
POSTED ON Dec 3, 2022 21:42:59 GMT
August Black Avatar
[attr="class","samcam"]

The black limousine August had rented for the evening pulled up to the front of museum, and a Mr. Mime opened the door for the older man. "Thank you." He murmured to the pokemon as he exited the vehicle and gazed down the red carpet. He sighed softly; there was certain heaviness about attending events without his better half, but he had to push on and enjoy himself. August strode down the red carpet, pausing only to smile and offer a few words to a broadcasting Rotom. "Remember to live deliciously today, dear viewers. Tomorrow isn't a promise." With that, he continued into the museum and produced his ticket, a snowflake-patterned piece of paper that reminded him of the winters in Kalos, and handed it to the Mr. Mime near the door. The pokemon permitted him through and he made his way into foyer.


August took a moment to bask in the warmth of the museum, admiring the décor. Beautiful arrangement, winter-themed floral arrangements complimented by grand ice sculptures of a Dratini and Milotic. It was a breathtaking feast for the eyes, the organizers had clearly went above and beyond for the event. "I should've donated some art prints..." He muttered, mentally kicking himself for missing out on an opportunity to promote his business. "Well, you live and you learn, I suppose." He took off his coat and quickly shuffled off to turn it into the coat check. August was wearing military-style pinstriped tuxedo jacket complete with golden epaulets and embellishments, that contrasted nicely with his black and gold horned mask. His waistcoat featured blue diamond-shaped buttons and his tie was a striking crimson set against a white dress shirt. He smiled to himself; everything about this outfit had been painfully curated by a stylist, and friend, from Kalos.

August made his way over to the refreshments and took a flute of champagne. He took a sip and smiled, turning from the table of drinks to gaze at the growing crowd. "Everyone's dressed in their finest finery and it's shaping up to be a fine night; hopefully everyone will remember."




@tag
[newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #9925be; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]

[break][break]

Notes


Outfit & Mask
- Prompts Fulfilled: 1, 4, 6, & 8
- Hanging out by the refreshment table, drinking some champagne. Open to interaction!
img
The Shula Region
Hogwarts AU
THE PILLAR KINGDOMS
RPG Unlimited
MR
Marvel
life is strange
The Enroi Region
NEO
N:FB
Vyrehaven
RIDDIKULUS: an au hogwarts rp
Celestial Guardians, AU Sailor Moon RP
Emerius, An Animanga Dragon Age Roleplay