[draconicrider]

A date with chaos,                          and you're dressed to the nines

Ignacio Ryuuga - Dragon Tamer - Indie Pokémon OC - Est. 2022 (Art credit. - Sideblog to silveratonement - Public v Private - Written by Arz.)

[unrival]

@draconicrider, continued from here.

A strange creature. One Leon had never seen before, not in book nor even passing conversation. An odd, albeit elegant monstrosity; it looked much like a suicune, except … different? It spoke with the vividness of a dracozolt or dracovish—something that shouldn’t exist but did. His thoughts bounced around like ball flung amidst a confined space, bashing around the sides, each collision blooming thoughts and theories aplenty. One of his first hasty conclusions was, perhaps, it was something artificially created, agonisingly sown together by a machine, but …

… What stood in the near distance did not struggle with its form. Indeed, everything, from colour to stance and bodily movement, seemed fluid. Like it belonged.

He didn’t mean to blurt out that loudly but blurt out he did.

Sarcasm dripped like poison-tipped honey from the man’s—tongue? Mouth? Helmet? Whatever. Leon knew it meant to sear him, to deter him from how sharply that man concealed the absurdity within their pokéball.

Strange, but intrigue blossomed quickly.

“Thankfully,”  Leon did his best to veil the annoyance in his tone and approached,  “I’m not that daft. But—unfortunately for you—I’m very curious by nature, and I want to know what the hell that pokémon was.”

[draconicrider]

Anybody with half the self-awareness of a particularly challenged Slowbro would have understood they were walking in on something and excuse themselves, but of course, he just had to be caught in the act of training Susano'o by either the densest, or the most stubborn asshole to ever set foot in Paldea. Just who did this guy think he-

Wait.

Now he was realizing. He knew that man. He'd never met him in the flesh until now, of course, but any trainer worth their salt would instantly recognize him. Why, this would be nothing but a face he got tired to see on the cover of every publication that covered foreign Pokémon Leagues years ago!

Interesting. Perhaps this meeting too had been in the card, just like his encounter with the occupant of the Lure Ball he was now putting back on his belt.

"You tread on foreign shores, Leon. Is it so surprising that you would see a Pokémon you've never encountered before? Though I imagine I can hardly blame your curiosity."

Despite saying that, though, he had to recognize that feigning ignorance and simply passing the opportunity to stay in the ex-champion's presence for a bit longer would simply be a waste, especially when it presented him with one golden opportunity. Ignacio crossed his arms over his chest, inferring the other would recognize the intensity of his glare through the opaque visor.

"There is a way I might agree to let you see that companion of mine again. What do you say to a battle? From one disgraced champion to another."

[draconicrider]

❛  what the hell was that?!  ❜ ( boy in paldea <3 )

Sentence Starter (Always accepting)

On this afternoon, Ignacio decided to train the most unruly of his Pokémon; the formidable beast with whom he had that fateful encounter in the Crater, the same creature because of which he was forced to hide his face under that helmet.

And maybe everything had been going a little too well. Susano'o was a lot more cooperative when they had powerful opponents to face, mercilessly beating the strong wild Pokémon that dared challenge them, rendering boulders into dust with a stomp, and only occasionally disregarding the orders of the one taming them.

Trainer and Pokémon were starting to understand what they wanted out of this bond they now shared. To realize they both had that yearning for strength. That neither would forgive the other for holding them back. How empowering it was, Ignacio thought, knowing the power that nearly took his life was now his to command.

He was going to love using it to humiliate that witch the way she humiliated him.

His enthusiasm, however, was doused as rapidly as the Walking Wake disposed of a wild Kingambit and the Bisharps of its entourage, when a voice, a human voice, reached his ears.

Susano'o rapidly turned their head, their pupil shrinking to a slit as they looked for the newcomer with that predatory glint in their gaze. With the same swiftness, Ignacio took his Poké Ball out of his pocket and in a flash, the Legendary Imposter disappeared from view.

Knowing the capricious nature of his once reluctant partner, the Dragon Tamer held the ball close to his chest, keeping the lid pressed firmly as it shook once, then twice, before Susano'o gave up and stopped moving. Now, the trainer felt comfortable enough figuring out how best to deal with the jackass interrupting their training...

"That was what we call a 'Pokémon'." He told the clueless onlooker, not trying to hide the sarcasm in his tone. "Never heard of these?"

[girltempest]

————   SEASON   1   EPISODE   2.   AKA   CRUSH SYNDROME.

❛  you seem pretty tense.  ❜

❛  if i knew, i would have stopped her.  ❜

❛  it’s part of the crime scene.  ❜

❛  this is bad for business.  ❜

❛  i don’t need the police up in my shit.  ❜

❛  just let me explain.  ❜

❛  that’s the answer to a different question.  ❜

❛  i don’t do drama.  ❜

❛  get out of here… and stay the hell away from me.  ❜

❛  it’s better, being alone. it’s safer.  ❜

❛  he said i was never as good as you.  ❜

❛  he said you left him there to die.  ❜

❛  he wants to make me suffer.  ❜

❛  i’m the only one who knows you’re innocent.  ❜

❛  massages make me tense.  ❜

❛  god damn it! this is not a joke!  ❜

❛  i’ll owe you a favour.  ❜

❛  talk to your wife… she knows.  ❜

❛  i texted you six times!  ❜

❛  i’m scared for you.  ❜

❛  don’t… have feelings, okay?  ❜

❛  i give you whatever you need and you can’t even give me a minute?  ❜

❛  what happened to your door?  ❜

❛  you’re not trying to be insulting, but you’re succeeding.  ❜

❛  i’ll die before i let that happen.  ❜

❛  you should move in with me.  ❜

❛  you think i’ll be safe there?  ❜

❛  i’m not safe anywhere.  ❜

❛  i’m life threatening. steer clear of me.  ❜

❛  i can’t risk you.  ❜

❛  so we skip the drinking part, go straight upstairs.  ❜

❛  we never talk enough for me to lie to you. too busy taking off our clothes.  ❜

❛  i’m just a booty call for you.  ❜

❛  your business is my business when i have to listen to it.  ❜

❛  people don’t like you.  ❜

❛  people distract me.  ❜

❛  i don’t give a bag of dicks what kinky shit you’re into. just be into it quietly.  ❜

❛  self respect. get some.  ❜

❛  get inside, you’re naked!  ❜

❛  come back here!  ❜

❛  hey uh… if i get hit by a bus, where’s the closest hospital?  ❜

❛  rude girl is lonely girl!  ❜

❛  what the hell were you thinking?  ❜

❛  christ, do you have to control everything?!  ❜

❛  don’t call, don’t visit, and don’t send strange men to my apartment with power tools.  ❜

❛  low blow, ___… even for you.  ❜

❛  maybe god sent you. maybe he didn’t.  ❜

❛  god didn’t do this, the devil did. and i’m going to find him.  ❜

❛  you’re all alone, so you have to pick away at other people’s happiness.  ❜

❛  you’re a very… perceptive asshole.  ❜

❛  you jealous? some kind of stalker?  ❜

❛  look, i’m sorry you screwed up your marriage.  ❜

❛  you ruined my life!  ❜

❛  what the hell was that?!  ❜

❛  you obviously think i’m going to do something to you. i’m not.  ❜

❛  he had pictures of you. he was obsessed.  ❜

❛  he’ll have to maim someone else in a couple years.  ❜

❛  what exactly do you have left to lose?  ❜

❛  there are others? besides you?  ❜

❛  i don’t need your protection anymore.  ❜

❛  you’re cutting me out so you don’t have to worry about me.  ❜

❛  yoga is not exercising, it’s stretching.  ❜

❛  let’s do it again, i didn’t get that right.  ❜

❛  children should be seen and not heard.  ❜

❛  go in the closet, it’ll be fine.  ❜

❛  my greatest weakness? occasionally i give a damn.  ❜

❛  i saw you.  ❜

❛  that’s what happens when you break into someone’s apartment while they’re getting dressed.  ❜

❛  you tossed a man twice your size across the bar with one hand.  ❜

❛  adrenaline kicked in.  ❜

❛  i saw you, and you saw me.  ❜

❛  i don’t know what i saw.  ❜

❛  you know. you’ve known for a while.  ❜

❛  i just went there to fix things.  ❜

❛  you can’t fix me. i’m unbreakable.  ❜

[noitxll]

He's only just arrived to Paldea for the first time, but all Noland needed was that first look to know that it must be home to one HELL of a sport, if it's wide, sun-drenched tracks were of any indication.

He's brimming with energy that can surely be felt in the air by all, forthright and warm, but still engrossed in the diligent care of his bike as he sits on the pavement. As badly as he wants to get out there, he's going to be thorough and do it right, leaving not a single wire or fork unchecked.

Everyone is talking in a place like this, buzzing with excitement and pride for their motorbikes or their champion Cyclizar ( and in even a few cases, both ) and to this, even a newcomer like Noland is no exception.

"Yeah, that's right. Y'got a good eye," Noland responds when he's complimented on his own vehicle, turning with a proud smirk that creeps up on the smudges of grime that slick his face. "Done it up myself."

He takes up a towel to quickly wipe down his face and hands before standing and slinging it over his shoulder and extending a hand to the other in greeting, "The jealous type, huh? So I take it you're one of the Cyclizar riders then, yeah?" And already ready and raring to go by the looks of it, Noland observes through the familiar glint of sunlight that strings from his jet black visor. Gotta respect that! "Maybe one of these days they'll come around and you can. They around here some place?"

[draconicrider]

The handshake was more than welcome, and Ignacio gratefully slipped his glove off before he accepted it. Already he could tell he'd get along fine with this guy.

"You guessed right. Mine's number seven. The handsome Shiny male in the black harness. The one the others are afraid of."

He jerked his head toward the entrance to the repair bay, directing Noland's attention to the outside, a short distance from which most of the Cyclizars participating to the upcoming exhibition race, as well as their trainers, were already gathered.

There was a little more than a dozen of them total, with only three being Shinies. Zephyr was by far one of the tallest among them. He kept an upright posture, contemplating the road, not really bothering with any form of interaction, positive or otherwise, with the other Pokémon, who similarly feigned disinterest. His racing gear, textured with black scales and white fins, perfectly matched his trainer's helmet.

While he left Noland with the time to spot which of the Normal/Dragon-types was his, Ignacio took the liberty of getting a little closer to the bike and admiring the shape of that chassis.

"What a museum piece. It's heartwarming to see folks still care to let these hit the asphalt. Tell you what, how about once I've made all those amateurs bite my dust, and my partner's all tuckered out and taking a rest in his Poké Ball, I borrow this beaut for a few laps? Don't feel forced to indulge me, of course, but I'm sure I will prove myself trustworthy once you've seen how my old friend and I perform."

[draconicrider]

Funny little tidbit I don't think I ever shared here.   Ignacio can recharge Tera orbs by touching them. He of course hasn't shared this ability with anyone, and has refrained from Terastallizing more than one of his Pokémon per battle in front of witnesses.

[draconicrider]

“There’s nothing to be afraid of”

Helmeted and Afraid (Accepting)

He did feel something drop in his guts, when he realized he was surrounded by that particularly aggressive flock of wild Glimmoras. No doubt these fluttered their way all the way up from the Crater after that storm the other day...

What a pain. He was sincerely sick of these Pokémon, and the sooner he got away from them, the better.

However, just his luck, it appeared the ethereal Rock-types found him in particular intriguing enough to stop from taking another step, and he had a faint idea as of why. They were essentially blocking the path of both himself and that bloke he just happened to share the road with. And to throw salt over the wound, the guy in question seemed to have noticed his tiny twitch of disgust.

It was going to be another one of those days, uuurgh.

"Oh shut up and help me get rid of them." He responded, doing no effort to hide how aggravated he felt. "I've had enough of these assholes for a lifetime."

The Dragon Tamer reached for a Great Ball at his belt and threw it in front of him, just as one of the Glimmoras seemed to be gathering energy to unleash a Power Gem in their general direction. But before it could do so, a Tauros of the Combat Breed materialized in front of it.

"Zénon! Raging Bull!"

Not missing a beat, the Tauros charged toward its target the second its hooves met the ground. The attack found its target and sent it hurling backward into a swirl of petals, where it slumped pathetically to the ground over which its brethren was angrily whistling, and laid motionless like a Tentacool washed ashore.

Ignacio punched his own palm, all while giving the other human a smug smirk underneath his visor.

"Nice! Now who's afraid? You do have a Pokémon, don't you?"

[justanotherrpmeme]

Scared

“I’m scared” “You’re not scared, are you?” “Are you frightened?” “You can’t frighten me” “There’s nothing to be afraid of” “Are you scared of me?” “I don’t want you to be afraid of me” “You don’t need to be afraid of this” “Why are you so scared?” “I’m scared to death” “Doesn’t anything scare you?” “I’m not afraid” “I’m not trying to scare you” “Do I frighten you?” “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” “What’s your biggest fear?” “You gotta be afraid of something” “It’s designed to scare you” “There’s no need to be afraid” “I don’t want to scare you away” “Are you scared?” “I don’t scare easily” “There’s nothing wrong with being afraid” “You terrify me” “Don’t be scared”

[draconicrider]

Okay, we're back in business. Come say hi. No guarantee he won't shut the door at your face.

[cheriishball]

◓ (for draconicrider)

random pokemon ; ALWAYS ACCEPTING // @draconicrider

You found him on the beach. It rushed away as soon as you noticed it, hiding under a big pile of sand, yet kept his eyes on you. Maybe you approached him, making him run away once more, but everytime he moves away he still looks at you.

Or, maybe... at your bag? He must've smelled something nice coming from there, and as soon as you dare pulling it out, offering a piece of bread to him, he tentatively moves closer to have a bite.

Guess you found yourself a new friend!

Wimpod ; ♂ ; Lv 10 Calm Nature Struggle Bug | Sand Attack

[draconicrider]

As soon as the entranced little Pokémon began nibbling on the bread it was after, Ignacio very casually grabbed it by its tail and hoisted it above his head. The little thing squirmed for a bit but otherwise did not seem particularly distressed. It was calm. Content. In its lane. Flourishing. Somewhat surprising considering this crustacean species' usual fearful dispositions.

Zephyr, intrigued, stepped forward and gave the intriguing creature a tentative sniff. Ignacio made no effort to push him back, assuming it wouldn't be his place to deny the Cyclizar a prey this complacent, should he decide to bite a chunk out of that shell. Natural selection at work and all that.

Instead, the Dragon-type remained indifferent and stomped away as swiftly as he came. Ignacio was left to exchange some silent glares with the little Pokémon, wondering how it made it to the shore without being turned into empanadas for a herd of Finizens. Impossible to tell if the damn thing was incredibly courageous or incredibly foolish.

... He liked that.

"Fine. I'll keep you."

Very casually, he pulled a Poké Ball out of his jacket.

Machaon joined the team!

[mofledowe]

what if i looked at you like this

[draconicrider]

@planespc liked for a starter

It was late in the evening, in one of the shadier alleys of Levincia. Ignacio was simply looking at his Rotom Phone, his back pressed against the ladder of a fire exit. This was when an angry mob stomped by in the perpendicular street. A few of the terrifying-looking thugs partaking stopped on their tracks and stared at him for a few seconds. He stared right back, they shrugged, and continued pursuing whatever it was they were after.

When he was certain the ferocious sounds of the crowd faded in the distance, Ignacio knocked on the metal ladder.

"They're gone. You can come down."

He nonchalantly threw his Rotom Phone over his shoulder. The Pokémon-powered device was smart enough to know it needed to regain Ignacio's pocket, as he looked up the ladder at the person who now probably owed him a solid.

"Now, do you mind telling me what business Rocket has in this region? These idiots seemed pretty riled up."

[venerates]

“Oh, please,”  a dainty laugh laced thick with Kalosian roots, her chin propped atop her rightside knuckles,  “there’s no need for flattery—but it certainly doesn’t hurt.”

Her smirk, cheeky, became lopsided, unveiling a sliver of teeth. Her gaze roamed her car—or, well, her rental car. She owned no car, here, in Paldea; she couldn’t be bothered paying the money to have her personal vehicle transported between regions and back again, it was far simpler  (and cheaper)  to rent out a car and then return it once its use exhausted. She’d come across a hiccup, a quite severe one at that, and needed assistance. Thankfully, this man happened upon her, willing to assist.

But, as the conversation trotted along as he tried to mend whatever ailed her car, her intentions were, perhaps, a smidge too obvious. A wisp of sharpness pierced her mismatched gaze.

“… You’ve got a good nose on you, though. Do you happen to know anything about the Great Crater of Paldea?”

[draconicrider]

Once the woman's deception was called what it was, Ignacio no longer had any problem fixing the engine as they agreed. For all her obvious dishonesty, he could at least let her have the benefit of the doubt on how purposeful her mechanical troubles were.

He was surprised by how unsurprised he felt about her question. If she didn't meant to be stuck here until they could meet, maybe this encounter too was the work of destiny. And he found this more interesting than worrying.

"They didn't have the Scarlet Book at your local library when you were a child? It may be hard to tell the fictional accounts apart from the factual ones, but all you want to know about this literal hell hole has already been written in there."

While readjusting his helmet, he accidentally smeared some blackened grease over it. He wiped it off with the back of his glove, before he returned to his tinkering.

"All I can tell you is that this area is off limit for a reason. You just have to know it has some crystals at the bottom that are used in the production of Tera Orbs, and leave it at that."

He turned his head to look back at her. He could tell she was smiling through the stain on his visor.

"You're not looking for trouble, are you, miss?"

[draconicrider]

Public/Private knowledge (WIP)

Public:

Ignacio is a Champion-ranked trainer in the Paldea League, a title he acquired on his very first Treasure Hunt. He is also a fairly famous personality in the field of Cyclizar racing, with his signature Gyarados-themed gear leaving quite an impression on the circuits. He is nicknamed "the Night-scaled Speed Demon" in both his career as a racer and as a Pokémon trainer.   

He was a battling instructor at the Academy for a few years.  

He has been "taking a break" from the public eye ever since a humiliating, utterly one-sided, loss against Geeta.   

Ever since his return, he has never been seen without his helmet. Most people believe he is trying to give himself a new style for attention. Or that he simply doesn't want to be in the public eye anymore.  

He's gay.

Semi-public:

His mother's side of the family, the Ryuuga clan, are a relatively unremarkable clan among Blackthorn's many families of Dragon tamers.  

He was part of the teaching staff at the Academy on the year of the bullying incidents. It is rumored that he enabled, if not downright helped, some of the harassers. He called it "weeding out the weak". He was among the last involved teachers to resign.

Private:

Unremarkable as it may appear, the Ryuuga clan has a firm grasp on the underworld of the west of Johto, and have on occasions formed truces and alliances with Team Rocket to secure their position and deal with their rivals.  

Cassiopeia is directly responsible for not only Ignacio's resignation from Naranja, but also his inability to secure another teaching job at Blueberry Academy. She blackmailed him with the knowledge of his family business.  

Why he disappeared. Why he never shows his face. (tl;dr version under cut.)

As Ignacio sunk to his lowest, "destiny", as he would rationalize it, brought him to find a way into the Great Crater. There, he was caught in the middle of a battle between the Guardian of Paradise and Walking Wake. He took the full brunt of Walking Wake's Hydro Steam to his face, and he lost consciousness shortly after.   When he awakened, he had Glimmora petals and Tera shards growing out of his face where the move hit him, and was clutching a Lure Ball containing the very Pokémon that disfigured him.   Needless to say this is something nobody but himself should know. After months of hesitation and fear, he decided to tame Walking Wake, along with everything it represents.

Susano'o - HYDRO STEAM; DRAGON RUSH; NOBLE ROAR; OUTRAGE

[draconicrider]

Pre-established relationships with canon muses are always a bit tricky to navigate but if there's something I really want to write with a Penny, it's Ignacio wanting revenge for her pretty much destroying his teaching career.   Or, in general, I'd just really love interactions with Team Star members, especially those who quit Naranja because of him.

[draconicrider]

@noitxll liked for a starter

It wasn't so rare, for motor racing and Ride Pokémon events to share the same tracks; especially in Paldea, where several native species counted among the most velocious in the world.

Ignacio's proficiency did lie with the latter of those categories, but he was far from being disinterest in the thrills that were to be found with the former. His interest today was piqued by one of the bikes he saw being worked on, passing in front of the repair stations.

He casually approached the man working on it. Silently observing at first, before, under the impression his presence had been noticed, he decided it was as good a time as any to break the ice:

"Impressive. Is it custom-made? I've never quite seen anything like it before."

He took a step closer, taking a better gander at the currently disemboweled beauty, while its owner was putting it back together.

"I always wished I had one of those. I could probably afford it, but my current ride is quite the jealous type."

[haerith-moved]

Small talk // @draconicrider

Kane could easily read the other by his body language alone without having to listen to the drone of his voice to say he didn't care. And that's sad! He wanted more than a dismissive tone and a wave of the hand to say 'go away'. So instead of slinking away with his head down, he instead steps up close to the stranger and stares right up at the visor, head tilted back to be able to do so as their heights were rather different.

"I were gonna say I lost y'number, sir." Comes a rather amused tone and little smirk of the lips as he dares to be so toying and devious. "I can't see yer face and maybe tha's for th'best? I dunno. Thought maybe y'were tall an' handsome an' fun. Guess I were wong."

[draconicrider]

Ignacio remained impassible at the stranger's advances, shrugging his shoulder and biting his tongue to quell his gut instinct of telling the little cretin off. If only for the entertainment he would get out of meticulously rejecting him.

With or without torpedoing his self esteem into oblivion. That would depend on how well the pitiful Caterpie fended for himself.

"I'll give you that, your gaydar's on point. But even as a fellow cocksucker, I'm so far out of your league, little man. I don't know if I should find this cute or pathetic."

Even under his helmet, his amused smirk was obvious. He leaned closer, putting a pleather gloved hand on the shorter man's shoulder as he began his idle musings about his face and his overall demeanor.

"Oh you have no idea how right you are. Even in a world where I was foolish enough to indulge you, it would snow in hell before I even allowed you to take a single glimpse at my face."

And with that said, he pushed the other away. Strongly enough that he should at the very least stumble. It'd be funny if he did.

"Now, are you done wasting my time?"