#I Want To Believe

Indie RIVAL BARRY. Written by ROWEN. Read the RULES and ABOUT pages before interacting.

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xpetens →

     “Hey! Have you seen a floating hat around here? It’s important!”

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platinumverity →

“Yo, friend-o. So... I, uh... might’ve gotten attacked by a Buneary on the way here. But no promises! And this funny li’l thing, it--it means nothin’, okay? I promise! I’m still the same ol’ Barry you know and love, bow or no bow!”

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becola →

     “Heeeey, buddy! What’s with the long face? Don’t’cha know that look only works on Girafarig?” Barry giggles, amused at his own joke. “I’m kiddin’, I’m kiddin’... maybe. A--nyway, what’s up? What’s your name? Why’re you sad? Those are the things I gotta know!”

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     Welp, looked like his role of being The Biggest Loser had been snatched away along with his hat. This Barry character sure was odd, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t a welcome change to the “Gotta go fast, beat all the trainers, gotta follow my rainbow” kids he’d been meeting as of late.

          How could he reject the guy?

      With his hat returned to its rightful place, Kichiro readjusted it before replying, ❝ Yeah, alright. ❞ “Rival”. It sounded… weird. Why was that something people strove to be? ❝ I’m game, ❞ or whatever.

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     Barry cracks his knuckles and grins hugely. This is gonna be good. “Heck yeah!” he says. “I’ll start us off, then. But, wait, hang on...” Getting up in Kichiro’s face, Barry asks, “Are you sure you’re ready for this, rival? I’m no novice punner, you know! I’m the real deal, the whole shebang, and”--he coughs--”...well, you get the point.”

     He steps back. And then he says, “Speaking of shebangs... what do you call a female Buizel that knows Sonic Boom? C’mon, guess!” A smirk swallows his face. “If you get it wrong, I’m fining you ten-million PokeBucks!”

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                                                             [ ❤ art credit ❤ ]                holy shit, so i’ve only had this blog for a week                and i’ve already got 300+ followers! that’s crazy                to me! because i’ve been here for such a short                time, it feels way too soon to do a proper follow                forever, but i wanted to do something to thank                everyone for welcoming me into this community               — i’ve had such a great time with you all this                week, and i hope it lasts a long time! so, thank                you to everyone who’s been kind to me this week!

     && now, special mentions: 

❤ thepetalsdance​ ❤ amethystisms​ ❤ mulierfxrtis​ ❤ x—crimson​ ❤ ❤  believeiin​ ❤ xnpointe​ ❤ evilly-green​ ❤ letyourselfjustbe​ ❤ ❤ dadxuniverse​ ❤ perxdot​ ❤ snugglebiites​ ❤ 7unebug​ ❤ ❤ jxspilite​ ❤ peridxtgem​ ❤ tsavoriite​ ❤ rosegaia​ ❤ technigem​ ❤           && — I’m certain that I forgot people on this list, but if           I did, don’t take it personally! I’m a forgetful person.            again, thanks to everyone who made me feel welcome           since i made this blog; i hope we all continue to have           fun together! x

[bombing]

just ate a bunch of three leaf clovers in honor of saint patricks day

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7unebug

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…Wasn’t this one of those children that chased Cyrus up Spear Pillar? Maybe, but he couldn’t remember anyone there being blond. Palkia couldn’t place a finger on how he seemed a bit familiar, so he’s just going to stare.

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You bet your Butterfree he is! Barry had been there that day and he had helped Dawn whoop Cryus’s sorry behind, too.

Running up to Palkia, Barry says, completely unaware, “Buddy! Guess who I saw hidin’ out in the snow yesterday?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “That’s right--one of your Pokemon! Y’know, you really gotta start keepin’ better track of ‘em. If ya don’t, who knows what kinda messes they could get into! Like, falling off a cliff, or getting mixed up in some sketchy organization, or--”

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Anon said: Dorks in the Big City 

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✧ “Don’t get lost” ✧

[ Please send me Twinleaf prompts. I have a mighty need. ]

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     Rivals?

          A voice distinctly identical to Big Sean’s chimed a melodic, “Oh god,” in the background.

      ❝ Er. Doesn’t that mean we gotta battle and stuff? ‘Cause I’m kinda not into that sorta thing. ❞

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     “Aw, c’mon!” says Barry. “Don’t be such a Debby Downer!” Swiping Kichiro’s hat off his head, he spins it on his finger. “It’ll be fuuuun! I promise! Me and my neighbor--Her name’s Dawn; she’s the coolest, I’m tellin’ ya!--we battle all the time! Or, uh... we used to.” Barry’s shoulders droop. “She doesn’t stick around Twinleaf Town much anymore. But I guess that’s the life of a Champion for you: always busy, never home.”

     Perking back up, Barry slam dunks Kichiro’s hat onto his head. “Bu-u-ut, if battlin’ ain’t your style, we can have joke wars! Those are great! 

     “...So? You game, eh, rival?”

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    “Wrong foot, schmong foot--your puns are still outta this world!” Barry punches Kichiro’s shoulder. There’s a grin on his face and a puff to his chest. “So, how ‘bout it? You wanna be rivals? I could always use another one of them, and I think you’re a perfect one for me!” 

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7unebug

Berry’s just hiding in the snow, stalking her prey and waiting for her chance to strike. Don’t mind her, Barry.

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Barry is also hiding in the snow. He’s squaring off with Berry, waiting for her to make a move. However, since he sucks at waiting, it doesn’t last very long. “Y-Yo, little blue! What’cha d-doin’ out here?” he asks, teeth chattering. “Mr. Slowpoke didn’t f-fall behind again, did he? Not that I’d be surprised--a snail is faster than him!”

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“Alright. I accept your challenge.” Garnet said, doing her best not to smile at the boy’s antics. As fond as she feels seeing Barry and Simba looking so happy together, she has to stay professional and serious right now — she’s acting as a gym leader now. 

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you, though, kid. If I’m giving you a badge today, it will be because you earned it.” Unhooking her first pokéball from her belt, she flashed Barry the hint of a smirk. 

“Are you ready?”

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“You’re not seriously doubting me already, are you? Sheesh...” Barry rubs the back of his neck. And then, he snags PokeBall numero uno off of his belt. “Let’s get this party started!

“Boom, you know what to do!” 

His Luxray appears in a flash of red light. Roaring, she sets her feet and bares her teeth. Lightning crackles across her jaws and thunder drums in her chest.

“I hope you’re ready for a good one,” Barry says, “’cause I won’t be goin’ easy on you, either!”

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Barry’s headphones are in and Eye of the Tiger is blaring. Simba is perched atop his shoulders, and he’s sauntering down the path to the Gym like he owns the place. 

     It's the thrill of the fight,      Risin' up to the challenge--

Once he reaches the doors, he kicks them open and says, “Yo, grandma! Let’s get this show on the road, huh? I’m rip-roarin’ and ready to go!”

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Relief floods through Garnet at Barry’s easy acceptance. Granted, she hadn’t expected Barry to refuse, quite the contrary — it was obvious to her that Barry liked Simba as much as Simba liked Barry. But his enthusiasm eases what little anxiety she still held about the decision, and she lets a soft smile cross her lips. 

“I do trust you,” Garnet says, quiet and serious. “Don’t make me regret that.” It isn’t a threat, and it doesn’t come across that way. If anything, it sounds like a challenge. 

Barry will take good care of Simba. She’s sure of it.

“Tomorrow is fine,” Garnet said, nodding. “It will be good to se what kind of trainer you are.” And it would. As much as she wasn’t letting herself have doubts about giving Simba to Barry, she did want to know what kind of training that Simba would be getting from the young trainer. 

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      How to explain the snag machine without sounding like a petty criminal… there honestly probably wasn’t a way to accomplish that. Maybe leaving out a few details wouldn’t hurt.

      “This equipment.” He emphasizes. “It, uh…. helps me throw pokeballs more accurately, pretty much. It’s also mondo important I don’t break it.”

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     “Well, well. I’ll have you know I’m a certified PokeBall thrower!” Barry rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. It’s all very professional. “So you can ditch this dumb thing”--he kicks the machine--”and take up some lessons with me instead! Eh? Eh eh? How ‘bout it?” He smirks and gets up in Ryuto’s face.. It’s all very professional. “Of course... it’ll cost you somethin’ hefty! Say... five-million pokebucks?”

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“Barry,” Garnet echoes, expression growing thoughtful. 

In truth, it isn’t easy for her to consider letting the Abra go. It was Delphi’s baby, after all, and thusly it represented one of the last remaining pieces of her Alakazam still in the land of the living. But it’s for that same reason that she knows that this is the best choice. Delphi had always been fond of exploring — Sapphire had always told her daughter about how she and Delphi travelled the world, and Garnet wasn’t blind to how wistful the Alakazam was for the years that Garnet, too, had travelled the region as a trainer before settling down as a gym leader. Delphi’s baby deserved an adventure.

Plus, well — Simba likes Barry, obvious in the way he’s purring and squealing with delight at Barry’s every move. That sort of imprinting isn’t something to take lightly. So, really, hard as the decision is, Garnet doesn’t hesitate.

“If I gave Simba to you, you’d take good care of him.” It isn’t a question; she doesn’t have any doubts. 

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Shock shoots like a bullet through Barry’s chest. Of course, he likes the Abra, and the Abra seems to like him, too. But keeping it had never crossed his mind; he’s amazed Garnet would even consider trusting him with something as huge as this.

He looks down at the baby. It grabs at his shirt and rubs its face against the cloth. He smiles fondly and wraps his arms around the tiny thing.

Nodding, he says, “No worries! You can trust me, ma’am! I won’t let anything happen to Simba here...” 

A chill wracks his frame. He remembers what Garnet had said about Simba’s mother. Frowning, he opens his mouth. But he shuts it again when the Abra rubs its head against his hand.

He loses his train of thought, and starts to pet his new Pokemon.

“Yanno,” he says, drumming his fingers on his knee. “You’re pretty cool. For a grandma, I mean.” He snickers. “I’m kiddin’, I’m kiddin’--maybe. But seriously, how about that battle? Are ya free tomorrow? Next week? I’m no good at waiting, and I like livin’ fast; things are smoother sailing that way.”