Just Another Pipe Dream

Don't know where I'm going or how to get there, but at least the company is nice. ▼ {Indie Touya rp blog, post BW, mid BW2.} {I won't mince words, I don't post a lot. Life gets in the way and my muse is picky.}

[mybestfriendiswhite]

It’s dark. Really dark. Like, your eyes are closed dark. 

White blinks a few times to make sure her eyes are open. “Black…” She murmurs. Her other senses do their best to send her information about her new environment.  

Her bare feet are telling her that the floor is squishy and moist. It feels like stepping on raw meat. The liquid that covers the floor nibbles a bit at her feet and if it since she has calluses it doesn’t hurt too bad. The floor does seem to be on an incline, her feet conclude. 

Her nose says that it smells like rotting food. Rotting food that is being mixed with animal shit and who knows what else.

Her ears (outside of hearing Black’s nervous breathing) announces that the surrounding area is rather cavernous in size with an underlying low groan that seems to have no source. 

"You might have been right this time. Please don’t let it go to your already swelling hea- OUCH!"

The liquid has eaten its way through her calluses and it sends a lot of sharp pain to her brain. She grabs Black’s hand and sprints up the incline to an area where it’s drier. Immediately she drops into a sitting position and pull her feet towards her face to inspect the damage. 

[dreaminginsolidblack]

Footsteps are met with a wet squish as they pile up the slope, Black's features twisting into those of disgust. The spray of-- whatever, the hell they were stepping is less of a problem as the floor inclines.

"My head isn't swelling as much as your feet." The words are mocking, but the visual is off putting. Black now pinpoints the rotten smell as decomposing meat and bile, seeing as how White's feet are already pink with irritation. "But I was definitely right. About everything."

Black's decision to keep his shoes on lest he need to make a run for it was a good one, it seems, the rubber keeping the acidic agent away from his feet.

Given their new vantage point, Black takes a look at the dimply lit... room? cave?

Doesn't matter.

What does matter is the sick, cloudy looking substance on the lower level of the area that seems to be creeping it's way up to their level. The minimal lighting refracts just enough for Black to judge the depth, which he determines is about chest deep on him, with some sort of a threshold on the other side.

"White-- what is that shit doing to your feet?" He asks nervously, chewing the inside of his lip. "And what the fuck is going on."

[mybestfriendiswhite]

"You said the same thing about using an Electrode as a power generator during that one storm back when we were kids." White’s mom’s house ended up having its laundry room destroyed instead of everything in a block radius that Black had suggested would happen. "It turned out alright in the end." White was grounded for a month and had to get a summer job to pay for repairs. 

"You need to stop worrying so much. You’re gonna give yourself anal prolapse from holding that stick in so hard."

White ignores the little voice in her head that sounds much like Black. “It’s Halloween. It’s the perfect time for spooky shit to happen. Plus, this little guy probably needs to stretch her legs a bit.”

So, mentally punching the voice to the side, White releases the Hypno she caught forever ago. 

She smiles at the Hypno (forgetting to not make eye contact) and says “Why, hi there! How are-“

Because White forgot to not make eye contact and because she does makes eye contact, the Hypno’s hypnosis is super effective at putting her to sleep. 

[dreaminginsolidblack]

Black can't get a word in edgewise after that anal prolapse jab, simultaneously amused and disgusted. He wrinkles his nose just remembering the smell of the burnt fuses in that laundry room.

There's a flash of red light that takes the form of the...admittedly creepy biped, and Black instinctively moves to White's side. Mouth already open to remind her of the eye contact rule, her speech stops dead and her knees buckle. He only barely manages to break her fall, keeping her upright by her underarms.

Momentary panic blinds him as he turns accusingly to the pokemon, the briefest flash of eye contact immediately shrouding his vision in a swirl of black.

---

The haze is brief, and he comes to in a muggy room that smells faintly of sour, rotting food.

Cracking his eyes open reveal the floor as moist and fleshy in appearance, much to his displeasure. A horror dream, he concludes.

Typical.

And the ground beats and pulses underneath him, shaking him to his core but not able to get away from it, just now seeing the tiny pocks and veins in the details of the floor. His stomach churns, turning away to see if his friend was anywhere in sight.

"White--" He begins, before the air warps in front of him and they're met face to face.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

Unease settles into the pit of Black's stomach as White presents the pokeball.

A week prior, he had received a call about a Halloween rendezvous. Having grown up next door to each other, Halloween was always a day they spent in each other's company, along with Cheren and Bianca. The other two were sadly preoccupied with their own jobs, leaving this year and odd one out for the group.

That being said, the duo had agreed it would be better to meet up just the two of them than do nothing at all, bringing them to one of the more affordable inns in town.

Back to that pokeball.

“White, I'm really not sure this is a good idea.” He warns, picking idly at the skin of his fingers.

[proteamomegas]

A shame those most capable of handling the organization are those who are rarely present to stop them. {They’d been just in Pewter and Silver had missed them, something that still makes him angry and sets his teeth on edge. Giovanni didn’t seem to be in charge of things any longer, one of his Executives having stepped up to run things now, but Silver wanted to make sure.

If he were to catch a mildly well informed grunt he’d learn what he wanted to know.

At the mention of the word stake Houndoom’s head whips around so she’s staring hungrily at Black.} I’m sure she’d love to share one, given she’d be having none at all otherwise. Are you offering to buy it?

[dreaminginsolidblack]

-Houndoom's enthusiastic perk of the ears draws a laugh out of Black, eyes crinkling at the corners. Reaching out to scratch behind her ears and the scruff of her neck, he notices a bit of a sunburn on his forearms.-

Yeah, of course.- He assumed Houndoom is fine being left outside on her own, so he moves to hold the door open for Silver as he moves inside.- Hopefully there's not squabbling over the t-bone.

-The minute tightness around Silver's eyes is enough of a giveaway for Black to drop Team Rocket at a subject, not wanting to test his patience. Silver was nice enough, but it was in his experience that the quiet flame was better left un-stoked.-

I'll head to the deli, meet back in front?

[rogueinblue]

Only if he’s been good, but I’m not about to let food go to waste. *Blue takes the remaining chicken and breaks a piece off for eevee, popping the rest of the chicken into her mouth.

She’d never seen a pokemon look more offended in her entire life.*

Don’t give me that look. You’re lucky you got any at all.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

-And he can't help but laugh at that-- the corners of his eyes crinkling sunnily in good humour as Eevee's dejected pout grows decidedly more bitter. He rises from his chair to scratch gently behind one of his ears, grabbing his wallet to tuck it neatly into his front pocket.-

Yeah, I could have eaten all of it before you came and sniffed my shoe.- And while the words themselves are joking, his tone is soft. Knocking lightly on the edge of the table, he aims to rouse his own pokemon from her nap. When there's no shifting, no noise, he inspects underneath to find the space empty.

He groans in frustration. This isn't the first time she's walked off.-

Did you happen to see a Scrafty on your way here?

[proteamomegas]

Valiant of you. {There’s not a trace of sarcasm to be found in Silver’s tone, even if there’s a definite lack of admiration or warmth of any kind to go along with the shallow praise. Cowardice didn’t sit well with him, so a part of him is relieved Black (even being quite the stranger) would swallow an obvious uneasy fear for the sake of a friend.

Silver doesn’t associate with people who fall below his high standards, after all.

He doesn’t particularly like associating with nosy people, either, but Silver was the one who lead them into this topic. Divulging basic and simple information was no skin off his back and served to the pass the time on their way to the store.} Their movements and activities are well within my radar of interest. But no, I was very young and not within the Kanto region when Team Rocket flourished here. My accent comes from Johto, if you’re still trying to place it.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

-For someone to have such a keen interest in the gang is a little odd, as far as Black is concerned. The boy's comment about the gang's numbers still echoes in the back of his head, leading him to wonder just how much Silver knew that he wasn't letting on. It wasn't something that he was particularly interested in hearing. There was such thing as too much information, especially when the topic was criminal activity. 

And Silver wasn't exactly law enforcement.

He nods to acknowledge Silver's clarification, proud of himself that he at least had an inkling. The region's accents weren't radically different, after all.-

I thought so. The law doesn't want the general public to freak out, so at least there's some people who are feeling rightfully cautious.

Fresh cut flowers began to line the side walk, wrapped in colourful adorned papers with prices set aside in bold lettering. The blackboard signs for specials bordered the entrance to the grocer's, and he pauses to acknowledge Houndoom before gesturing to the sky where Braviary now scouts the neighbourhood.-

Would Houndoom share a steak with the bird?

[proteamomegas]

{Houndoom whines mournfully when her friend goes out of reach. She chases his shadow across the sidewalk in as reserved a way as she can, mindful not to bump into anyone or accidentally scare their Pokemon. A short, curious glance is spared for what Black is holding, but upon finding out what it is Silver’s interest is snuffed.}

I haven’t found a trace of them here or in Pewter since they first appeared. At your mention of them in Celadon I should have made my way there immediately. {But he hadn’t. Not when he was finally presented with an opportunity to spend time with Green, or with Blue’s birthday coming up and the weather that was perfect for training along with the phone calls for rematches that have been coming in as of late.

A disgusting disregard for what was more important in the larger scheme.

Coming to a crosswalk Silver waits with little patience for the light to turn so they can get to where they need to go.} I noticed the lack of reporting in that respect. Were anyone to ask why the Rocket’s presence lasted so long I’m sure there would be plentiful excuses delivered on paid off tongues.

They don’t have the numbers to come back. For the moment that’s the only solace to take. I’m surprised you came back here at all, I can’t imagine much that could have caused such a draw.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

-The cobblestone street turns to cracked pavement, and Black examines the short tufts of grass sprouting from in between the sidewalk slabs. The skin on the inside of his cheek is rough from nervous biting and chewing, something he catches himself doing as Silver speaks of the gang.-

It took a little bit of coaxing to come back here so quickly, I'll admit. But I have a close friend here who's got a contract with KantoGeo as a photographer, and I just want to make sure she's okay.

-It's a bit silly, he supposes. White can definitely take care of herself, and has proven it on multiple occasions-- some of which doesn't like to think about. Though the other day had the worst possible situations milling about in his head, and the paranoia was enough to keep him in the region.

Or maybe he was just lonely.-

You've been keeping yourself updated. Were you around Kanto when they first got bad? Your accent is a little different, so I guess I assumed you weren't a native.

[theincrediblyprettygirl]

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[adriandragonus-deactivated20150]

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[rogueinblue]

Oh trust me, eevee’s a special case. *He was too young and dumb to be afraid of people anyways. After spending two seconds in her arms eevee was already trying to wriggle towards the boy’s leftover chicken.*

It’s been years since I’ve handled a baby pokemon so the concept of motherhood is a little lost on me. *looking the boy up and down he seemed a little lost himself.* I’m Blue, by the way.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

-In Black's experience, someone as pretty as Blue doesn't usually give him the time of day. So when her feet stay planted to the concrete and her eyes give off what he might even mistake as vague curiosity, he can't help but return the interest.-

Touya-- or, Black. Most people call me Black.

-Tiny paws wriggle under the fluffy mane of fur around Eevee's neck, and an smile pulls at his lips and squints his eyes in amusement. The grilled chicken had been set aside from the rest of the dish, untouched by any dressing, and it was apparent that he had zeroed in on it. He hand goes once again to the strips, before pausing.-

Is he allowed treats?

[goldencue]

If that’s th’ case, you’ve got a major problem with directions, man. I think so! Gold’s my name.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

Gold, Gold--

Were you the one that made fun of my pants.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

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Eevee! *She huffs and puffs down the street, scooping eevee away from his latest victim.* Sorry about that, he likes people, and disobeying me.

-The clacking on pavement makes him freeze awkwardly, as he was already halfway there to offering the runaway a small piece of chicken breast left over from his salad. He's almost concerned she'll hit her head on the underside of the table with how fast she picks up the bundle of fur.-

Nah, that's fine. I was just surprised to see one of these little guys unattended.

-He blindly gestures to the...empty space underneath the table.- That and those that I've met can be pokemon shy, too.

[dreaminginsolidblack]

*A little brown eevee scurries up to you and starts sniffing your shoe*

-He feels a small nudge at his shoe just before he gets up to pay for his meal, turning his gaze towards the ground. You don't see many Eevee just wandering around town, their adaptable nature has made them pretty famous, especially around the southern regions. Or so he hears.-

Hey buddy-- where's your trainer?

[adriandragonus-deactivated20150]

[dreaminginsolidblack]

// I did mean to come on here earlier though since I got a muse, but being sick has really kept me from writing much.

I'm starting to feel better though, so if anyone wants to start a thread that's not too heavy hmu

[dreaminginsolidblack]

// updated my sidebar to warn everyone about how inactive I am lmao