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@ecliidse
a low activity, 18+ canon divergent nanu from pokémon sun & moon. loved by ghost / harbour, 29 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of ghostories.
this blog will contain triggering content, such as discussion and graphic depiction of violence, discussion of death, survivor's guilt and c-ptsd, and occasional guns mention. reader discretion is adviced.
rules / public vs. non-public infos / interest checker art credits — header and avatar by 灰汁; icons art by shrimposaurus.
gaze occasionally glancing down to see what he was reading, staring through the packaging, then back to nanu. flipping between spectrums as if they would find something new or suspicious on nanu's body or around the room. they didn't really think the meowths were that suspicious, they would do what they did and it was probably fine. pokemon were generally trustworthy; if not utterly indifferent, from what they had observed.
a cross of their arms, fingers fiddling with the thick fabric of their gloves, squeezing it lightly then leaning back to give off the impression of being relaxed even if that empty--almost lifeless--stare may indicate the opposite. they would have been fine in the rain, they were generally fine in any weather condition...it was just that they had no other choice, really. or they had the chance to possibly learn a little more. one or the other, both of equal value to them; mostly.
" i'll leave sooner than later. " a light pause, then uncrossing their arms to settle on the sides of their chair, leaning forward. this guy seemed more lazy than anything. not a care in the world beyond checking the nutrients on that label--but even then they weren't sure if he had even read it or actually paid any mind to it.
" there are a lot of them for them just hanging around. why are they so attracted to being around you? "
Nanu sighs heavily at the kid's words, eyes wondering from the treats in the bag to the Meowths at his feet, and not paying the other any attention in the slightest. His hand lift, full of small delicious biscuits for the Pokémons, all their eyes following with extreme care the slightest movement he makes. When it opens, they start to jump to catch them on the fly, and the smallest ones crawl instead to the ones that are missed and land on the floor. « As I said, » he says to the kid, watching the scene without smiling, but with just a hint of happiness sparkling inside of him for but a moment. « do what you want. »
It takes just a few moments for the cats to return looking at him - or rather, the bag in his hand -, and the process starts all over again, him shaking lightly his head before digging his hand in the treats once more, all while another question comes in his direction.
For the first time in a while, he actually lifts his gaze to meet the other's. He's not confused or baffled when he does so - if anything, his gaze is even emptier than it usually is. He looks at the kid for a moment, actually thinking about the question, and then shrugs as he returns his attention to the cats.
« No clue. » he admits. « Treats, I guess. I spoil them a lot when they're here. »
Cool! We're moving past his vague comments! Colress wouldn't ask for anything better, really. Lying came like second nature to him, but it was still dangerous when it came to authorities. Even washed up ones like Nanu. Keeping the tentacle pieces for himself was hard enough, he didn't want to risk to let that slip because… what? Because he felt like chatting? No thanks.
"Wrong!", Colress chirps then, lifting a finger "The Skulls know about the attack. Maybe a handful of people from Tapu Village. I'd be surprised if even Aether knew about it!
Alola's wounds are still healing. Letting the masses know about another Nihilego invasion would just cause panic, or worse make people blame that weird Team again, don't you think?"
Why does he keep asking him stuff? Ugh. Colress replies obnoxiously, again, because of course he does. Nanu groans under his breath, pinching his nose, thinking that the guy should thank he's still blocked in a hospital bed or he would likely jump to his throat. He talks, all words that are barely listened to Nanu, to be quite fair. It's just the stupid reply he always receives, so he's just waiting for the part of the discourse that will just trigger his umpteenth question or comment, because he can't control himself that much, he guesses.
And it comes, of course, in the form of Colress pretending to care about Alola's wellbeing. He talks about scars healing, masses panicking, Team Skull being blamed again for something that is not their fault - like that guy actually cares... -, and Nanu just... stares at him. Makes him finish. Sighs.
« Yeah. Convenient. » he mutters. « Are you done wasting your breath yet or we have to go on much longer? »
Hau can't help but grin a little at the scene. It's very silly, and homely in a way.
At the question being returned to them, they feel like a Deerling caught in the headlights, though.
"...Been better, been worse?" They repeat the words, rubbing at the nape of their neck briefly. A part of them knows they should just fess up though, so, after a little pause... "I'm... not sure, actually. Lots of things going on. I became a Faller. I had Tapu Fini bless me too. Some dude nabbed me briefly." It was a lot. Hau shrugs, before allowing himself to sit (or rather fall) down on the nearest couch.
"I'm tired." A beat. "But uh-- I'm here to cheer you up! So we can drop it if you prefer."
Hearing how Hau is doesn't exactly come as a surprise. Well, a little bit, perhaps. The list that comes out from their mouth has the power to make Nanu stare at him for a few, speechless moments, which is not something that many people manage to do lately. His hand takes a few more treats from the bag, moves them through the fingers thoughtful, eyes still focused on the other; and then they lower again on the Meowths as he finally lets him drop the sweets to them.
« Ah. ». Not much of a comment, perhaps, but still more than usually comes out of his lips. It's an apathetic sound, like everything that leaves him, but definitely a sign that those words got to him somehow. « ... I swear, I can't leave you guys alone for five minutes. »
He sighs slowly, his eyes still on the cats as Hau lets themselves fall on the couch. Nanu shakes his head as their words, preparing another handful of treats for the pests at his feet. « Nah. » he tells them. « I lost too much time for my tastes, I need updates and this is one. Keep going. »
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@darkestaken she's just going to rest her whoooole weight against him with a long groan. ❝ UUUUUUGHHH when are you gonna stop WORKING. let's get out of here already ! ❞
He barely reacts to her entire weight being pushed on him, his gaze barely rising for a moment for a ( very annoyed ) glance at her before simply lowering again on the papers in front of him. And return writing on them, as if he was never interrupted to begin with.
« You get out of here, if that's what you want. » he replies monotone. « Some of us work. Unlike you, apparently. »
examine! / @skullkxd examine: guzma.
It's that absolute buffoon of Guzma. How does he make himself called again…? Ah, right. Big Bad Wolf. Alright. Since you arrived in Alola you headbutted with him. Technically, you didn't have to - you had your job with Interpol, being a policeman of Alola was mostly a cover story -, but you were never good at just doing your work. He kept going against you, you kept being the adult he hated, and that was life.
You can’t really recall when that mutual hate became the most absurd of… you don't know what it is. Friendship? Can you two be considered friends?... bah, regardless. When you two stopped hating each other. Maybe it was when you stopped feeling anything.
You sip your coffee while you look at him about to jump down his roof right into the pool. You can try to stop him, tell him that with the rain he might slip and crash his head on the tiles. But you won’t. You know he wouldn't listen, and if he wants to die, who are you to stop him?
… still, you have the number for emergencies ready at hand. You'd rather have him around a little longer. Even if he'll make you regret saving his life.
examine! / @infernalpursuit WAIT EVEN MORE EVIL examine: your gun.
It's… not something you want to do. But you're doing it anyway. Because you heard a sound from outside, one that reminded you too much of a Guzzlord chewing with satisfaction on its latest prey, and your hand reached for it instinctually. It's after… you can't understand how long, that your muscles start to relax, the sound slowly starting to become the wind of an incoming storm through the trees near your house. Your senses wearily realising that you're holding your gun like it's your only defence against the world.
But what good would it do, really? What good did it ever do? You stare at it for what feels like an eternity, the metal uncared for, barely reflecting your exhausted eyes. Would it stop a Guzzlord? Of course not. It can't stop even Nihilegos. It can't stop anything in your hand.
You shiver as you attempt with all of yourself to not formulate the thought that comes regardless. It did stop Guzma though, didn't it?
You force your hand to lower, to put the gun back in the drawer, then to close it. As soon as you do, you sigh with relief. It doesn't matter that since the invasion, the magazine is in another drawer, and your gun is empty of bullets. You still took it out. And you hate having that instinct.
examine! / @infernalpursuit examine: your scars.
You look at yourself in the mirror, a fleeting moment before the shower. Your scars? Which ones, exactly? Your entire body is full of scars, at this point, all of them telling a different story you’d rather forget. Were you younger, less experienced, still emotional, you think you would have cried at some of them.
Now, you just look at them. And you don't feel a thing.
Not even at the Guzzlord's one, not at the new ones on your arms and their memory so fresh in your mind. Nothing awakens anything, if not the will to just do something else. You look away, and stare at the shower. Might as well do something useful, than staring at your useless reflection.
examine! / @tapuhauko examine: hau.
It's Hau. He's preparing the lunch for your Meowths, letting you rest on your couch for a few minutes. You look at him through barely hatched eyes, lines so thin that one might think that you're sleeping. He's so careful in his movements - in taking the right amount of every ingredient, in cutting them in pieces small enough to not risk the Meowths choking on a bite, in doing everything silently so to not disturb you.
You like having him around. But you can't understand how he likes being around you.
You remember him a few years prior, during his Trial, always cheery and happy, a ray of sunshine. How can he be so comfortable around you? An old, apathetic, self-isolating man who's not even particularly fun to deal with? Bah. Kids, you suppose. Always lacking a better judgement. You're pretty glad Hau is one of them, though.
@vitrumbra " your cats are nice. that doesn't mean you are. " they were staring at him with beady eyes, emotionless and robotic behind the almost black irises. they didn't like this. it wasn't correct. it might end with them back in a box. " i'm not going to stop watching you. " ( >:))) )
He lets them talk, their eyes glued on him, Nanu's wearily reading the nutrients of the new treats for Meowths he bought randomly and now wondering if he actually did a good thing. He's not ignoring them - but he's way too used to stray Meowths and kids alike's mistrust to really give a damn about it. He's not the foster parent who will really try to get their trust and tranquillity. He has other things to do. Like sleeping, for once.
Eventually, the last phrase makes him sigh. « Do what you want. » he mutters, still more interested in reading the ingredients than to look at them. « I brought you here just because there was a downpour out there. I'm not forcing you to stay here, you know? The door's there. » He vaguely points at it, then both hands open the sachet. Oh, who cares. They seem good treats. Trying new things never killed anyone. … well, almost never.
« They're not mine, by the way. They just stay here when they want. » he adds after a moment, as all the Meowths crowd at his feet and stare with wide eyes at his hand sinking into the sachet. « But I'm glad you find them nice. They are. »
@ecliidse / sc.
a slender finger lazily scratches the chin of one of the many alolan meowths who have turned nanu's police station into their new home. " how could anyone ever bring themselves to harm such an innocent creature... ? " lusamine muses, her affectionate gesture does not go unnoticed as a few more pokémon seem to drawn to her with both curiosity and the promise of attention, a low chuckle escaping her lips at the adorable sight.
" i see two more joined the ranks since my last visit to ula'ula. "
Nanu stares at the scene from the couch, arms crossed on the chest. His body appears wearily relaxed, but where Lusamine has a gentle gaze and the Meowths an adoring one, the policeman's is attentive, tense. A contrast to the scene. He'd rather have the cats everywhere else than there, but he knows that you can't force a Meowth to act differently than they desire. At least, he also knows that they are perfectly able to defend themselves, if the need rises. And with her? The need might very well be always there.
« How could anyone harm any creature. I wonder. ». A dry tone, a clear accusation without really saying anything. Kids aren't included in her definition of innocent creatures, he supposes. Especially her own. « Three, actually. The third one is always sleeping. Now, pleasantries done, what do you want? »
Ah, he took a bait, after all. This is where he's wrong: work or not, Colress is still not the type to randomly talk about much more important matters, especially if those little tests turned out to be interesting for his own, personal, little secret own test...
But, well. Who was he, to say no to an explaination when for once it's met with (aggressive) curiosity, and not with an annoyed groan and the drop of the subject, for once? Smiling widely, Colress went through the pages of his personal notebook, talking almost absent-mindedly.
"And here I thought you were used to this!"
...of course, always making sure to sound as obnoxious as always, first.
"Ultra Radiations, mostly. And small pieces of the Nihilego's tentacles that remained stuck on your skin. I assume they were ripped off with force, this time, and that's why some piece of skin was still there when you were brought here. I can only assume that's the reason why you got out of it that badly." a delighted giggle "Well, one of the few. The doctors suggest a bit more Vitamin D and medicines for your Iron level.
And to slow down with the coffee."
...he's changing the subject.
"Still. Got the necessary to study why, exactly, so many appeared - and, of course, I can tell you, but I also can't! I don't think you'd be very interested in that, anyway-- and found an excuse. If anyone ask, you were attacked by a school of particularly angry Mareanies. I'll leave the reason why to you."
Pieces of Nihilego's tentacles stuck on his skin. Ultra Radiations he expected to hear, but that… it makes him shiver unwillingly. He barely remembers anything that happened during the attack, and especially after - the beginning is a blur, and then just pitch black. He recalls a lot of pain - strongly -, a lot of voices - vaguely -... Nihilego's tentacles being ripped off of him by force? Did that really happen…? Considering Guzma was there, he wouldn't be surprised he was the one tearing him free of the Ultrabeast's grip, but… it’s just a blur. A worse blur than usual.
Colress continues being obnoxious, says with a smile that he can tell him things but also can’t, but Nanu is surprisingly grateful for that, for once. He's not sure he really wants to know this time. Not for now. At least, this means he can focus on the last part of the discourse - on the excuse, making him rise an eyebrow in a ‘really?’ expression.
« Everyone knows about the attack, and you want me to lie? » he shrugs dismissively. « Interpol decided that what happens in Po Town stays in Po Town? »
Guzma blows a raspberry at that, shrugging.
"Tell me somethin' I don't know! I'm quite sure I've seen your Meowth collect your bills at one point. Dunno how ya taught 'em that, but that's kinda impressive."
The silence lingers, and it's heavy. He should ask... more, right? Wonder how he's doing, if everything is alright now, if every wound has been dealt with to begin with, if if if if if. He doesn't. He won't. They're exactly the same, no matter how much the thought could make them gag: two men full of thoughts and guilt, way too used to hide them behind aggressivity, be it passive or direct.
"...wwwwwwwwwwwelp."
Welp.
"Y'know where to find mr. irresponsable and his baby gang in case ya need anything, eh?"
« Taught? Those pests have learnt it by themselves. One day they'll lock me out of the house and all I will be able to do will be to thank the gods they'd let me live. »
Honestly? Half a joke. His Meowths are absurdly smart, worryingly so sometimes. They could take on Team Skull and defeat the Ultrabeasts by barely lifting a finger, and if they don't it's just because laziness is their way of life. It’s much easier to be served food and scratched behind the ears by some old fool like Nanu, than do those things by themselves.
Everything falls into a quiet pause, filled by him with slow sips of his coffee and not even trying to break it. He's too old to start small talk just to let some words out of his mouth. Eventually, it's Guzma to talk, with the most simple and expected words. Because as much as they might always insult each other - and react too much from the Skull's leader side, and too little from the Kahuna’s -, they always know they can count on each other. Apart from a small period of time, but. It's in the past.
« Mh-mh. » he nods, finding unnecessary to look at him. « Same for you kids. »
"Maybe not, but... I want you to feel better soon." A beat. "That, and mom made some homemade cookies for you. They always cheer me up, so I figured I'd bring them to you."
Hau enters the home, taking a seat on the nearby couch after placing the gift basket (there were a ton of homegrown berries in there, along with the cookies, and some treats for the meowth) on the table.
"How are you feeling?"
Ah, damn. Homemade cookies are not something you can really say no to, even when your sense of taste is very unlikely to return from the war. Nanu glances at the basket as it is placed on the table, and then sighs as the Meowths immediately climb it to surround the gifts.
« Alright, alright, move those butts away - you too, Whiskers. I saw the treats for you. Be patient. » he admonishes the cats, waving them away to take one of the sachets for them. He opens it with a slow gesture, internally smiling at the sight of the Meowths completely hypnotized by his movements - externally showing not much.
« Mhh. » he replies at first, an answer that doesn't mean much. He sighs, taking out a few treats and throwing them at the Meowths at his feet. « Been better. Been worse. » He shrugs, unwilling to really say more unprompted. « You? »
your faaaaavorite one.
... shhh. Tell no one.
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@ecliidse / canon divergent nanu from pokémon sun&moon @tapumana / canon divergent tapus from pokémon sun&moon @lovingbeast / canon divergent lusamine from pokémon sun&moon @heldcosmos / canon divergent rose from pokémon sword&shield @codedparaiso / canon divergent turo from pokémon violet @backstatiion / canon divergent ingo from pokémon legends: arceus @truebeginnings / canon divergent battle legend red
