devour, devour ● hiker anthony

YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? WELL, HERE IT IS! EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, IT'S JUST SO PRIMITIVE. TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT ALL. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO FEEL LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO LIVE LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS A WAR LIKE THIS. DEVOUR, DEVOUR.

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■ 693 WORDS ■ Hiker Anthony ■ I wasn't sure if you were still up for this, but it's two forty-five in the morning, I'm pulling an all-nighter, and heck if I don't want to post everything everywhere. So I started this thread. I'm still kind of rusty on this whole thing you call "writing", especially Lorelei's character since I haven're written as her in a while, so I'm sorry if it's bad. But... Here ya' go!

She went by the name Marlene and hid in plain sight, and not a soul ever suspected that she was humanity's greatest fear personified.

Someday soon, “Marlene” would rise with her most trusted followers, the ones who shared her title as admins of Besser and did not have to mask their former identities, and Imum would be born from within a group sworn to fight against that very thing. Someday soon, she would rise above all others, stepping on those who did not bow before her might and glory like the pathetic insects that they truly were, and this region would be wound so tight around her finger, no feeble little rebellion they could try to spring upon her would ever be successful. Someday soon, she could be called Lorelei Beate Ackermann once more, and people would tremble at nothing more then the sound of those sounds strung together. Someday soon, she would achieve what her scum-for-a-father never could:

Utter domination.

But for now, she would settle with picking out the weeds that so threatened her flower garden of future dictatorship. One such weed was a strange, hairy man – particularly fond of pastries, apparently – who went by the name of Hiker Anthony. Under normal circumstances, she would never even give his existance a second thought, and if he had proven to be worth giving some more attention, she'd send out either Hataro or Felix to take care of the problem for her. However, seeing as Felix was busy with orders from the head honcho herself and Hataro seemed a bit... preoccupied with other matters, himself, the raven-haired menace decided it was time she stopped falling back on her partners and proved once again why she was to the one who would reign supreme. The hiker, himself, had been scaring away civilians and Besser members alike – being large, hairy, and overwhelming sometimes had the effect on people – and, despite the lack of a specific order to get him off the populace's back, she came to the conclusion that she'd have to take matters into her own hands to get this moron off her streets.

“I'm looking for a Mr. Anthony Rotini, a self-proclaimed “hiker” who's been bothering the locals,” Lorelei barked at the civilian she'd been briefly chatting to for the past few moments. “It's imperative I find him swiftly.” The man she was speaking to denied ever seeing or hearing anything about any sort of hiker around town, and something dark started to boil deep down. It took great effort to not unleash her anger and disappointment on the blameless young fellow. Hope was not all lost, however, seeing as he followed up by explaining that a friend of his had been forcibly given donuts by a tall, wide-set man just that morning. It was impossible to keep the smirk from taking over her expression. Perfect. The day was still relatively young, and if this mystery man had been encounter just that morning, there was no way he could have gotten too far out of town – if he ever left in the first place. “Many thanks,” she said, giving a slight bow, before starting down the street in pursuit of her target.

It proved to be much more difficult than she had initially anticipated.

This is no big man offering donuts that she can see, no human lugging around a backpack filled with supplies for camping and hiking. It was entirely possible that he simply wasn't in town, but if he was still there and she departed, she'd miss him. That would lead to a failed mission, something which she would try her darnedest to make sure didn't happen. Of course, if he was already gone, staying in town would lead to similar results. With a defeated sigh, embarrassment already creeping up her being, she fell back on her last idea: draw him out, instead.

“Good Arceus, I'm hungry! It's as though I haven't had so much as a crumb to eat for the past five days! I could surely go for a confectionery treat right about now! Perhaps a nice donut would satisfy this terrible hunger?”

Hiker Anthony was strolling around the streets of Inferia town, doing good deeds as always. He even helped an old lady cross the street! She was so thankful too, telling him "Who are you? Why did you carry me across the street! Pervert! Get away from me!"

Ah, the elderly are always so bashful, so unwilling to accept help. But Anthony could see in her eyes that she appreciated his good deed. Just like boy scouts as a kid. Yes, he'd been in Inferia town for one or two days now, and he'd spread so much good fortune, so many kind words, so many doughnuts. He felt good, he felt warm on the inside, knowing how much this town appreciated having him here. Children would come up to him and ask him for doughnuts, when their parents weren't to scared of their children being close to him. It was cute. Sometimes Anthony wondered why parents didn't like having their kids around him, but he was pretty sure it was the beard. The beard throws a lot of people off. 

He went to the main street of town to spread some business to the local markets, knowing his generosity with the pastries must have had some small effect on the industry here. He decided he would make up for that little fault by spreading some money around. Entering a small clothing shop, he smelt the smell of leathers and fabrics and dust. A quaint smell, and a happy one. He bought a new one of those weird adventuring/fishing type hats. You know the kind, with the little holes at the top that kinda look like a cloth bowl.

But then, in the middle of shopping, Anthony heard something he couldn't ignore. Like the mother bird tends to the call of her babies, Hiker Anthony tended to the call of a stomach in need. But unlike the poor, innocent, ignorant mother bird, Anthony knew the call of a mockingbird was all but sincere. And this mockingbird was lying about her hunger. Something was fishy here. Very fishy. 

Hiker Anthony couldn't blame the girl though. Were he in her shoes, he might lie to get a taste of his magnificent delectables as well. And so he was off to do another good deed, but not before paying for his new (super stylin') hat. 

He spotted the girl, and had to stop. She was beautiful. Not necessarily in a way that he'd fancy, and besides, his heart was already taken. But in a way that he had to respect. The way she carried herself, Anthony could see the strength in her stature. The confidence in which she held herself. Her strong, strong eyebrows. Eyebrows that reminded Anthony of his mother. He approached this woman. 

"Why hello! If I'm not mistaken, you've already heard of me. Anyway, would you like a doughnut?" 

















... Those eyebrows, doe. 

YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? WELL, HERE IT IS! EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, IT'S JUST SO PRIMITIVE. TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT ALL. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO FEEL LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO LIVE LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS A WAR LIKE THIS. DEVOUR, DEVOUR.

DIVING DOWN

■ 445 WORDS ■ Hiker Anthony ■ I rambled a lot. Bad post. Sorry. XP

To be quite honest, the menace had not been entirely sure that her plan to draw him out and into the open would work. Actually, her mind had been trained on quite the opposite. However, her last ditch effort for finding him in the city proved quite successful – such as a mother flocks to her weeping infant, the strange young man arrived with impeccable timing in response to her feigned plea for help. Or, at least, this was what she could only hope to assume as he exited a clothing shop down the road, ridiculous hat perched atop his head. That was him. It had to be. Large. Hairy. Terrible taste in fashion. Little Frieda, cold, sick, and starving could have been more fashionable than him back. Well, back when she was still alive. Eye contact was made, blue eyes meeting brown, and she knew – just knew – it was about to go down.

He crossed the distance in long strides, as much as you would expect from a man with a build such as himself, and spoke. “Why, hello! If I'm not mistaken, you've already heard of me. Anyway, would you like a donut?” Though his words were kind, his offer even moreso, and his reaction just as anticipated, it was a little difficult to concentrate over the smell that wafted off of him. She'd grown so used to pristine buildings that never went without the aroma of harsh cleaning promise to hold onto their hands, and the scent of a man who lived for nature was a bit too much for her nostrils. Processing the information laid out before her and resisting the urge to plug her nose, she started on what she could only assume would be a long, long conversation.

“Well, Mr. Rotini, your reputation most certainly precedes you. Sadly, that undying hunger that had gripped me just moments before seems to have dissipated upon making your acquaintance; how odd, don't you think?” High heel clicking on the ground, foot tapping in a gesture that would have otherwise been taking as an expression of impatience – impatience, however, was lost on her; the job would be done when the job was done – she struggled to come up with a follow up for that.

Words were a strong suit for her, but they were still failing her now.

With a snort, Lorelei asked, “Do you know who I am, Mr. Rotini? Such as I know you, you, in turn, should be familiar with my position on the social ladder.” Casting him a dark look, she added, “You haven't been causing trouble for the locals around here, have you?”

Hmm. Her "appetite" sure did fade quickly. This is an interesting development, don't you think, person who is reading what I am writing to describe the thoughts of Hiker Anthony? This must mean that this woman wanted to meet with Anthony for some other reason, however unlikely that seems. Though, her woes weren't sincere from the beginning, so maybe she was just feigning disinterest now that she'd been caught. He'd have to push more pastries on her later, just to be sure. For now, he'd have to worry about these questions he'd just been asked. 

And speaking of the questions, boy did this lady use big words! What's up with that? Who's she trying to impress? Where Anthony's from, wise people only used enough words to make sure they were understood, and only people who wanted to look smarter than they really were trying to throw around the fancy words. But in her eyes Anthony could see there was more than that. Those eyes had power behind them, and they were dark and cold. She must really be wanting those doughnuts, to make her seem so on-edge. 

"I don't know about any loss of 'appetite,' but really, take a doughnut. I insist." He held out his hand, ready to give to this person the same gift that had fixed many of life's problems before and would now. "And, Um..." Hiker Anthony had absolutely no idea who this woman was, unfortunately. This was actually kind of awkward for him, and it's not often that our Hiker friend feels that particular emotion. "Did we go to school together? Oh, that must be it! You must be Trisha! It's been so long!" At this point, Anthony gave Trisha the biggest hug he'd given in years. It really had been so long, and this was quite a reunion. "So how's being a social worker? Is it as boring as everyone says?" 

He completely disregarded her last question, both because of the excitement of meeting up with an old friend, and because of the outright ridiculousness of the question itself. 

YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? WELL, HERE IT IS! EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, IT'S JUST SO PRIMITIVE. TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT ALL. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO FEEL LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO LIVE LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS A WAR LIKE THIS. DEVOUR, DEVOUR.

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■ 565 WORDS ■ Hiker Anthony ■ If Hiker Anthony is the one to blow her cover, I may cry. XD

Lorelei had come in contact with a lot of people over the years. Some smart, some foolish. Some cheerful, some gloomy. Some with determination, others with apathy. Most were worth stepping on, others who would worth manipulating to reach an end. However, she'd yet to meet someone as insufferable as the man before her. He had a terrible case of selective hearing, no doubt, taking words and phrases only to strip them of their meaning and use their hollow husks to form completely different sentences. When a woman says she is not hungry, one does not simply force a donut onto her. When a woman claims that someone should know her position on the social ladder – not who she is on a personal level – one does not simply enclose her in a bone crushing hug. When a woman says – Oh, to the Distortion World with it, she was going to have this man dead by the end of the day.

“I don't know about any loss of 'appetite', but really, take a donut. I insist.” He held out the aforementioned donut, the white glaze twinkling in Inferia's mid day sun. Glaring down at him like the scum he truly was, she extended a hand and effortlessly slapped it out of his grasp. “I claimed that I lacked hunger; respect my wishes and keep the confectioneries away,” she barked in a tone that fit the dictator she so wanted to be. However, there wasn't much time to dwell on the pastry that lay on the ground, covered in dirt, and the foolish pig who'd offered it to her. Not when he clearly mistook her question of knowing her or now. “And, um... Did we go to school together? Oh, that must be it! You must be Trisha! It's been so long!”

Casting him an incredulous look, the raven-haired woman began, “No, you buffoon, we did not partake in school at the same time. Even if we had, I'd be quick to erase any memories of such a worthless classmate as you -” Suddenly, her words were cut off as Anthony enveloped her in a massive bear hug, massive arms nearly crushing her lithe frame and making it difficult to breathe. She flailed wildly, stone-cold demeanor lost as the need to get away bested the need to look proper; to make matters worse, almost as though sensing her distress, her massive Tyranitar let itself loose from its Pokeball and roared threateningly at the man who looked as though he were doing harm to it's beloved trainer. The road cracked under the mountain-eating beast's form, and the Besser admin groaned internally: That's coming out of my pocket, isn't it?

Broken roads and potential broken bones caused by an unnecessary hug weren't the worst of her fears, however; if the hiker kept up this ridiculous act, Freude would take the opportunity to make the large male into a snack. The fact that Lorelei's iconic Tyranitar was out in the open was already borderline a problem – no one could point a finger at her, but it could spark some suspicions – but the moment it proved to be the man-eating Tyranitar so many people had feared during the Imum wars, her cover would be blown to smithereens.

“Please, unhand me! I need to deal with my Pokemon, he's going to start causing terrible problems-”