crystal-mimerator started following you

the-evil-puzzler:

crystal-mimerator:

Seeing that… toy aimed at him, he tenses, forcing his breathing to remain normal. Displays like that, the power it took… “There are ways to protect those you love without becoming one of them,” Mimerator bites out, glaring at the younger man. “What you are allowed to call M’lady is up to her, but not where he can hear. You are far too familiar, for a hero.”

Regardless - fighting against the boy he had watched grow up, seeing him actually pulling a weapon in order to defend himself, well, having it happen like this… “He will back down. But don’t think he will leave the city. He will still be here.” He smirks. “Perhaps one day he shall visit properly. That, you can consider a promise.” Let Puzzler think of that what he would.

“I’ll make sure to be ready,” flatly said as his eyes narrowed down to become thin lines of glowing yellow upon his visage, gun still poised just in case it was all a ruse. Old trainer and former DS member didn’t matter especially when they were both on opposite sides of the spectrum.

Still when Mime called him a hero it sparked a thread of pleasure that ran through his veins but he tried not to let it show. He didn’t want to show any form of weakness right now against the older man. “No matter where you all go or hide, my friends and I will find you all and you’ll be in prison or dead before you know it.”

That proclamation actually earns Puzzler a smirk, and a laugh. “You make the mistake of assuming you can actually win against him. Remember who trained you, child, who was able to best you.”

Regardless, Mimerator steps away, letting Puzzler see the glow this time as the thin layer of green crystal dissolves under the man’s feet. “Though he could say the same to you. No matter where you go, he will eventually find you. As to what happens then, well… that is up to you, child.”

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

“Yes, of course.” Pushing the button for the ninth floor, he steps back to stand next to her, finally catching sight of her hand and frowning before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some of the crumpled napkins he’d snagged from one of the dispensers before they left. “Here.”

Pandora looked down, glancing at the napkin that he was offering. Her eyes narrowed tenderly  as she tilted her body  at him very close. “Thank you isaiah¡” Pandora took the napkin with her eyes still focused on his. she approached and kissed his forehead to say thank, then she stood up and began to clean her hands.

“Ah, y-you’re welcome, miss.” When she leans down to kiss his forehead, he can’t control the blush in reaction, staring at his ice cream as if it’s suddenly become fascinating.

The elevator took them to the ninth floor, when the doors opened Pandora went first, to open the apartament’s door, frowning, cuz’ she knew that she had to fight with the keys again. After some exhaustive minutes, the door was open. “Finally!!” She let out a groan of relief. ” Home sweet home!!” She stepped aside to let isaiah pass first. “You can come in!”

Following after, he looks up at her before passing through the open door. “Thank you miss.” Still working on the nearly-to-the-cone second scoop, he looks around the apartment silently. So this was where she lived, and where he’d be staying. It was… oddly enough, it almost felt like home.

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

Turning back to her from where he’s standing in the entryway at the sound of her outcry, his eyebrows knit together in concern. “What is it, miss?” What had happened while he wasn’t looking?

Pandora tried to organize the things in her hands, while the melted ice-cream was dripping down to her fingers. It was disgusting, If  mimerator had been here, he certainly would help her….

“Nothing!! Please! Can you push the botton to call the elevator, please!…”

“Ah, yes, of course, miss.” Holding onto his cone tightly in one hand, he reaches up before his hand pauses, hovering over the buttons. “Ah… which floor?”

Finally she was defeated by an ice-cream, staring at her hand covered with the sticky sustance. “You know!” she sighed, she was catched with the guard down “…The…The ninth!!!!” She reply quickly with eyes widened, glancing at him.Even as a child he had the hability to confuse her.

“Yes, of course.” Pushing the button for the ninth floor, he steps back to stand next to her, finally catching sight of her hand and frowning before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some of the crumpled napkins he’d snagged from one of the dispensers before they left. “Here.”

Pandora looked down, glancing at the napkin that he was offering. Her eyes narrowed tenderly  as she tilted her body  at him very close. “Thank you isaiah¡” Pandora took the napkin with her eyes still focused on his. she approached and kissed his forehead to say thank, then she stood up and began to clean her hands.

“Ah, y-you’re welcome, miss.” When she leans down to kiss his forehead, he can’t control the blush in reaction, staring at his ice cream as if it’s suddenly become fascinating.

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

Turning back to her from where he’s standing in the entryway at the sound of her outcry, his eyebrows knit together in concern. “What is it, miss?” What had happened while he wasn’t looking?

Pandora tried to organize the things in her hands, while the melted ice-cream was dripping down to her fingers. It was disgusting, If  mimerator had been here, he certainly would help her….

“Nothing!! Please! Can you push the botton to call the elevator, please!…”

“Ah, yes, of course, miss.” Holding onto his cone tightly in one hand, he reaches up before his hand pauses, hovering over the buttons. “Ah… which floor?”

Finally she was defeated by an ice-cream, staring at her hand covered with the sticky sustance. “You know!” she sighed, she was catched with the guard down “…The…The ninth!!!!” She reply quickly with eyes widened, glancing at him.Even as a child he had the hability to confuse her.

“Yes, of course.” Pushing the button for the ninth floor, he steps back to stand next to her, finally catching sight of her hand and frowning before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some of the crumpled napkins he’d snagged from one of the dispensers before they left. “Here.”

crystal-mimerator started following you

the-evil-puzzler:

Whatever Mime had been prepared to do, no matter how much he had tried to pay attention to the other man, Puzzler hadn’t expected this and the friction of the moldavite with the material of his suit had him slipping, hands gripping the fire escape as tightly as possibly.

“Whoa!” he cried out as he feet flew out from under him, his back hitting a bar with force. He hissed in slight pain as it hit his funny bone and he arched to try to relieve some of the tension. Damn that had hurt but at least he hadn’t thrown any shards at him.

Letting go of the bar he maneuvered his body back into a somersault to land stone’s throw away as he crouched on the floor. “I can call her whatever I want! She’s my friend!” Or at least he thought so but he worried about her association with Psycho Delic. “And I see I should just stop saying anything because it won’t get through your thick skull. Weakness; that’s what you think but really I have seen myself getting stronger. I’ve done well when it came with dealing with my other half and I will continue with all my friggin might to fight and protect what I love.”

Still, just in case he pointed his puzzle gun toward Mime, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. “So you can either leave me alone or become a jigsaw puzzle game for some kid.”

Seeing that… toy aimed at him, he tenses, forcing his breathing to remain normal. Displays like that, the power it took… “There are ways to protect those you love without becoming one of them,” Mimerator bites out, glaring at the younger man. “What you are allowed to call M’lady is up to her, but not where he can hear. You are far too familiar, for a hero.”

Regardless - fighting against the boy he had watched grow up, seeing him actually pulling a weapon in order to defend himself, well, having it happen like this… “He will back down. But don’t think he will leave the city. He will still be here.” He smirks. “Perhaps one day he shall visit properly. That, you can consider a promise.” Let Puzzler think of that what he would.

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

Turning back to her from where he’s standing in the entryway at the sound of her outcry, his eyebrows knit together in concern. “What is it, miss?” What had happened while he wasn’t looking?

Pandora tried to organize the things in her hands, while the melted ice-cream was dripping down to her fingers. It was disgusting, If  mimerator had been here, he certainly would help her….

“Nothing!! Please! Can you push the botton to call the elevator, please!…”

“Ah, yes, of course, miss.” Holding onto his cone tightly in one hand, he reaches up before his hand pauses, hovering over the buttons. “Ah… which floor?”

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

She opened the building’s door with her free hand and held the door with her back, to save the keys into her pocket “No..I didn’t!!, I should ask him, but,  I feel  embarrassing when I’m with him…” She couldn’t believe that she was expressing her feelings about him…to him.

He looks up at her and takes a single lick of the ice cream before replying. “You should ask him, miss.” was Isaiah’s simple answer before smiling and looking into the apartment. “Am I able to go in… ?”

She tilted her head at him,eyes still focused in her keys, “Yes, yes! you can come in! I’m holding the door for it¡¡ Come in Isaiah¡” her hands were occupied with all the stuff, the keys, the bag with the board games and the ice-cream, who unfortunately was melting  by through her fingers. “Ughh………!” 

Turning back to her from where he’s standing in the entryway at the sound of her outcry, his eyebrows knit together in concern. “What is it, miss?” What had happened while he wasn’t looking?

crystal-mimerator started following you

the-evil-puzzler:

crystal-mimerator:

the-evil-puzzler:

“Shut it, mime face,” Puzzler commanded with as much authority as he could muster in that moment - born from the anger coursing through his veins and really hating the two of them at the moment; Psycho Delic and Mime. One had caused him to have his other personality, Enigma, while the other had trained him to high hell and even inflicted the earrings he didn’t wish to wear with pride. They were just hard to get rid of.

Glowing yellow eyes tried to follow every movement Mime made and somehow he did feel the smallest prickle of fear not only at what Mime could do but also at what Pandora would think of the two of them fighting. Old ties were hard to get rid of when you cared about the person. “I haven’t turned my back. I simply use it for better purposes; protecting my family and joining in killing both Psycho Delic’s.”

Ignoring the attempt at goading him, Mimerator smirks and passes the majority of the needles to his other hand, toying with the lone remaining one in his free hand. “It is still a waste of his training and you know it. All those years, all that work, into making you what you are, and you take his work and turn it into a waste. It truly is a shame.”

Heroes. He had never understood them. You could full well protect those that mattered to you without taking on that burden. Far easier the path he had chosen for himself. ‘Killing both Psycho Delics’. Head coming up from looking at his hands, his eyes are narrowed. “What was that?” he asks quietly, already in stance to fight if he needed to.

Sensing the imminent battle, Puzzler’s muscles tensed even more, ready to spring. “You heard me, I know you did, Pasty face. Unless your hearing is being affected by your age. What are you now, pushing 80?” he taunted as he bit back a smirk. The man had been old back during training, at least to a young one like himself that even now when he was an adult he still considered Mime to be quite the fossil.

“I won’t rest until every Psycho Delic is dead. But what do you care? Your job is protect Shortie, is it not?” His hand held onto his gun with the tightest grip as his eyes roamed over Mime’s form, waiting for the signal to move.

Growling quietly under his breath, his eyes narrow further and Mimerator doesn’t even bother kneeling down before moving the remaining needle to his opposite hand and letting the now-empty one hover just barely off the wall. “Rude child. It is not your place to give M’lady a nickname, nor yours to refer to her so familiarly. Not any longer.”

The faint blue glow around his hands intensifies, spreading down the wall and under his feet, building up layer after layer of crystal and raising him to Puzzler’s eye level. “Did you forget what he was capable of, in your months of growing soft, weak?”

While he’s talking, hissing out the words and holding Puzzler’s attention, the glow snakes across the wall and underneath the younger man’s feet. With him distracted, it’s a simple matter to cover the landing he’s standing on with a thin layer of moldavite.

crystal-mimerator started following you

the-evil-puzzler:

crystal-mimerator:

the-evil-puzzler:

“As if Psycho Delic didn’t have a play in that - don’t forget I was his servant.” His adopted son but Puzzler never wanted to really consider himself that. Psycho Delic would call him ‘son’ and it angered the black and red clothed man to no end.

His free hand gripped the bars of a fire escape tightly, thumb cocking his puzzle gun and he could almost feel the tension rolling off of the two of them, meeting in the middle in an invisible explosion.

“As disappointing as it is to recall, yes, he does remember.” Glancing upward at the man still perched up on the fire escape, Mimerator can’t help but smirk and taunt. “Did you keep his gift, child? It was some of his best work.”

The one thing Puzzler had gotten as a reward for his training finally paying off. “Why would you turn your back on all he has taught you?”

“Shut it, mime face,” Puzzler commanded with as much authority as he could muster in that moment - born from the anger coursing through his veins and really hating the two of them at the moment; Psycho Delic and Mime. One had caused him to have his other personality, Enigma, while the other had trained him to high hell and even inflicted the earrings he didn’t wish to wear with pride. They were just hard to get rid of.

Glowing yellow eyes tried to follow every movement Mime made and somehow he did feel the smallest prickle of fear not only at what Mime could do but also at what Pandora would think of the two of them fighting. Old ties were hard to get rid of when you cared about the person. “I haven’t turned my back. I simply use it for better purposes; protecting my family and joining in killing both Psycho Delic’s.”

Ignoring the attempt at goading him, Mimerator smirks and passes the majority of the needles to his other hand, toying with the lone remaining one in his free hand. “It is still a waste of his training and you know it. All those years, all that work, into making you what you are, and you take his work and turn it into a waste. It truly is a shame.”

Heroes. He had never understood them. You could full well protect those that mattered to you without taking on that burden. Far easier the path he had chosen for himself. ‘Killing both Psycho Delics’. Head coming up from looking at his hands, his eyes are narrowed. “What was that?” he asks quietly, already in stance to fight if he needed to.

Not again!!

mylittlepandora:

crystal-mimerator:

mylittlepandora:

She almost choked with her ice cream, when hear the word *beau* Mimerator was a beau with all letters, but, they didn’t left clear their sentimental situation. He loves her, and she loves him….but he never call her girldfriend or something like that. Pandora doubted for a second, feeling a knot in her chest. “Maybe….I’m not sure¡” Why did she was doubting? she felt so stupid now…

Fortunately, they arrived to their building.She stopped in the entrance and tried to find the keys

“Not sure? Have you asked him, miss?” he asks innocently, unaware that the two of them are talking about him, at least, when he was back to normal. “If you haven’t, you should.”

He’s still working on the ice cream when they stop, looking around the entryway quietly. So he’d be staying here while his parents were away.

She opened the building’s door with her free hand and held the door with her back, to save the keys into her pocket “No..I didn’t!!, I should ask him, but,  I feel  embarrassing when I’m with him…” She couldn’t believe that she was expressing her feelings about him…to him.

He looks up at her and takes a single lick of the ice cream before replying. “You should ask him, miss.” was Isaiah’s simple answer before smiling and looking into the apartment. “Am I able to go in… ?”