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John just looked confused when he made his joke, but that was something else Red was used to. The monotone and blank expression apparently made it difficult for people to tell when he was joking, even though Pika always understood just fine.

Red knows John is laughing at him, but he isn’t bothered, waving stray wisps of smoke away from his face. “Blowing smoke in my face is just what he does.” He means to explain that the smoke isn’t actually a complaint, but misses a few words.

“I don’t really do it for me; an old friend of mine named Green started it when we were kids, thought it was hilarious.” Red’s favorite color actually was green, but Green the person would always get mad if Red ‘stole his color’ so he’d stopped bothering years ago. And then it was just habit. “I think habitually dressing like a toilet would get tiring quickly. Too much effort to get on and off.”

Looks like John isn’t the only one who can’t see jokes when they’re right in front of his nose.

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“Oh, I get it. It’s like when I’m laying on my Ursaring and she rolls over and squishes me.” It’s all in good fun, but the way you’ve spun it makes it sound more villainous than it truly is.  Waving your hand in the air to dismiss the sidetracked conversation, you let it fall and motion to Rosa.  “What did you have in mind as far as help with her?” Honestly, you’re up to any suggestion. That isn’t to say you would try any suggestion, because that ballpark is just too big, but you would listen to everything Red had to offer.

“Was their name really Green? Or did like... You two both have different names and just went by colors instead?” While you don’t think it’s a hilarious antic, you can appreciate the fact that you probably just don’t get it. 

At least the playing field was fair when it came to jokes! But two people slow to pick up on a punch line would likely end up squabbling before long when the wrong words were said and taken literally. “Haha, oh god. Could you imagine? But I don’t think that would be the worst part of it. More like... Going out in public dressed like a toilet and having everyone see. They would be like... Why are you dressed like that? And I would have to be like, because I’m John.” A small pause on your end. “...I don’t think they would get the joke.”  

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“ i was hoping to explore the rest of the cave in search of the FABLED RUNES… but a-alas, it was not m-meant to be… why, cruel fate…?! hrk– stay, raging blood! “ he says, grabbing his own arm. it’s quite the spectacle. “ the story of my ancestors… it shall wait till another day, once i am strong enough… “

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You continue to behold this theatrical display, somehow both entertained and a little relieved by it. There’s nothing quite like being around someone so enthusiastic about being themselves. “Are you going to be strong enough to break rocks?” That question aside, you’ve decided you’re going to help this awesome guy out. “I think Larkin could get you over it, but something has to be in it for me, like... Say, going with you to see these mystery runes?” 

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[msg:]

hi! have you given some more thought to meeting in person anytime? 

[godheadeds-blog]

   " be honored if you don’t know how to feel. you get to sit with the barbies and the kens, so you have to look somewhat like them. “ classic reasoning, you figure. even despite being the one with the mustard and bun crumbs all over his face, he had to have some aesthetic appearance to be there in the first place. that was how it worked. natural selection with societal norms and what not.

your eyebrow gives a small turn in and you take a moment to process his words. first, you might think he was being ironic but with a more oxymoron way. second, you weren’t sure if you even heard him right. beating a champion would dive deep under the waves of loser sea and he would be drowning in defeat? that made absolutely no sense no matter what way you looked at it. even if people hated him for beating the champion how would that be defeat? fuck it. you didn’t care. there were other matters at hand. 

” yeah, yeah, yeah. tell that to the luck you’re going to have in about an hour. we’ll be doing absolutely nothing and suddenly you’re going to have someone come up to you and hand you a whole box of gushers, then they’ll give you ten dollars because they like your shirt. “ whilst talking, you adjust your sweet, cute ass in the bench, legs parting from one another. ” cool. i’m not sure if we should follow them on this great and wondrous adventure or just hope they don’t get lost or picked up. “

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“I don’t know still. It would mean I’m plastic and fake. ...But at least I would be the life of the party!” You cast your eyes to Dave, wondering if he caught that joke- Barbies and Kens being of the non-living sort. But either way, any negative sentiments inside the image Dave painted have rolled far from your back and no longer worry you in the slightest. Not that he would know that with the way you were talking, but at least you are aware of it. 

However, if you knew your bro 4 lyfe was turmoiling over what you had meant, you would be happy to explain. A small misunderstanding with large consequences in communication, but alas, you have no earthly fricking idea. 

“Wow. That’s a pretty sweet deal! I wish my good luck like that was more common because I could always use more gushers and money. Maybe this mystery person will throw you a bone too.” You glance again towards where Poe and Rosa are headed, dorky buck toothed smile in full shine. “I think it is a pretty safe bet that they can take care of themselves and make it back just fine. ...So long as we don’t wander too far from where they last saw us.”  

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     Good, he’d followed the advice of the birds and decided to join the company under the tree. Henry was pleased, that was his good deed of the day out of the way. It made him feel even better that he received a pun in return– people usually dismissed them. His grin grew and with another laugh, he pat the ground next to him. A couple of the Pokemon flew up within the branches to clear the way. “Nyaha! The least you can do is try, right?”

     The first few drops of rain began, he noticed, just as he spoke. The birds grouped together to avoid getting their feathers wet, that would have been truly awful, and his own Honchkrow hoped closer next to him. “All of them? Nah, they live here in the forest. I guess I’m just popular!! I have six Pokemon, the usual. This Honchkrow is one of them, her name is Umbra.” Looking up at the nervous Bunnelby, he gestured to the tree. “If you want, I can tell ‘em to stay in the tree rather than down here. Lil’ fella there seems a little nervous in a crowd.” The last thing Henry wanted was an upset Pokemon.

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You were more than happy to avoid getting all wet, especially if it meant having some eccentric but interesting company under the canopy’s shelter. Though, you could do without embarrassing yourself with terrible puns. It would be one thing if you were good at them but... Well, now that you thought about it, you weren’t really good at anything in particular. Unless pranking counted... And it often didn’t. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

Settling your rump into the dirt next to your unnamed acquaintance, you turn your gaze around to all the birds, then the Honchkrow as she hops nearer. “Hi Umbra! This little Bunnelby is Nic. And he might be a bit nervous right now because a while ago I tried to give him a nice collar and he had an unfortunate run-in with some Murkrows that really liked shiny things, haha... But he’s okay. They’re all welcome to stay here!”  Getting out of the rain, Nic springs himself a little closer and reaches his fuzzy little paws up to start cleaning one of his ears. “By the way, why are you way out here in the middle of nowhere?”

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Jyushi’s eyes widen with excitement, He hasn’t seen an evolutionary stone in person for a long time, probably since the time he evolved his Growlithe! He safely puts the stone into his bag before giving the old man a very excited thank you.

“Wow! Thank you so much! I’ll put it too great use some day!” He thanked and promised the kind old man. What a kind gesture! 

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Far from the jealous type, you simply stand a foot or so behind Jyushi and watch the scene unfold with a demeanor that suggests patience. A free water stone sounded nice, but part of you wondered if it was a fake. Not that you had any reason to distrust charitable old men waving at strangers... It was something to consider, though. 

“Sure thing, sonny. I trust that you’ll do this old grandpappy proud.” And with that, he’s wandering off along his journey, turning his back on you two and hobbling off down the street. 

“So, that was pretty cool. Do you have stuff like that happen a lot?” 

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          a furret? was that the streak of lightning that had gone past a minute ago?

          ❝ um … actually, i think so. ❞ she turns over her shoulder, looking down the path and into the foliage at her back.

          ❝ i saw a pokémon go running straight this way !! ❞ without even waiting, madoka swivels entirely, retracing her steps at a far quicker pace.

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A pokemon? You aren’t sure if you should trust that, but really what other choice did you have? This was your only lead, after all. Quick to fall in line behind her, you’re doing your best to keep up. “Was he after something or..?” 

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Red watched the boy process the fact that he actually did speak, used to that particular reaction by now. He shrugged when he said they must have been getting ahead of themselves, figuring most trainers probably did. It was a sign of enthusiasm, at least, which wasn’t a fault as long as it was channeled properly. But that was more than he had the breath to say out loud. So, shrugging it was.

“No, Charizard is the name of my Charmander,” Red quipped as he released Charizard, the joke evident by the slightest quirk of his mouth. And by the Charizard suddenly standing next to him.

He looked at Charizard and tilted his head towards Vulpix, indicating that they were going to help. A vague gesture at best, but he and his pokemon were very good at understanding each other at this point. Charizard displayed how he felt about that by snorting smoke in Red’s face. Used to the sass, Red only coughed a few times, waving the smoke out of his face and fixing Charizard with a Look.

“I’m Red.”

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At the mention of Charizard really being a Charmander, you purse your lips in a puzzled manner, brows ever so slightly furrowing in. But as your eyes shift to behold the truth behind the joke, you end up missing out on the faint indicator conveyed in Red’s facial expression. Though, you probably would have missed it even if you’d been looking right at him. Or better yet, even if he’d paused to point it out with one of those giant foam fingers. But your foamy distractible tendencies aside, you’re downright jumping for joy at seeing a Charizard. Albeit, in a very casual fashion. 

“That was a good one! I really went for it there for a second, haha.” Another, more genuine, chuckle follows up your words at the sight of Charizard’s snarky move. “If you’re not both up to it, I wouldn’t want to force either of you into doing anything.” 

Upon hearing his name, you slip your expression up a notch or two. “Wow. That’s so edgy. John is kinda boring compared to the way you’ve matched your ensemble to your name. But I guess it would be hard for me to do the same unless I like... Dressed like a toilet?” Awful! You wish you had shut your mouth two or three sentences ago. 

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“ what? no. i really meant it. ” whether it was ironic or not was something you wouldn’t admit. to explain irony made it unironic, unless you were explaining in an ironic way. which was totally fuckin’ awesome if someone managed to pull that off. you’d have to make that on one of your to-do lists you wrote up in your mind, forgot about and then remembered years later.

“ yeah, i know. that’s what i’m saying. it’d be a one and a thousand percent chance you could win against them at this point, but you would still make it work. it’s kinda like luck is your bitch or something, dude. you manage to pull through whatever at any time. ” your eyes trailing to rosa, you give poe a small nudge as if asking her if she’s bound to follow. when she tugs herself up and leaps off your lap, beautiful pineapple hairstyle waving in the air, you watch after them a moment before looking back to him. “ where do you think they’re heading? “

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“Oh.” Well, nevermind that. Scratch the celebratory dance and all! There it goes, jigging it’s bad self out of your mind and floating into the hell from whence it came. “I guess it’s pretty accurate if you really think about it, but I don’t know how I feel being that guy at a laughing party.” 

“I wouldn’t say that. I have had some pretty unlucky moments in my time. I bet beating a champion would dive deep under the waves of Loser Sea. I would be drowning in defeat!” Despite saying such negative remarks, you continue to keep that dorky smile of yours plastered to your face. That is, until you see Poe venturing off after Rosa. It turns to inquisition as you watch after that pineapple top. “To great and wondrous adventure. I hope they bring back souvenirs. I have been needing some bling or I don’t know... Maybe a keychain or something.” 

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whats up im elliot. i work full time so my replies are scattered as far as response time and ill often do them all at once and spam the diddly darn dash. i havent been rping john for that long but hes a fun little goober to have. if you ever want to plot or set up some pre established relationship just hit me up somewhere because im all for that! my twitter is reppeprd and even though im like a quiet grandpa i would love to have some followers to bug

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She didn’t respect Hinata? Now that he was thinking about it, even though he tried being friends, Hope showed no sign of caring about Hinata at all. Maybe he was right… but how could he even start? During his course at the Pokémon School, they never taught him anything about it. It was like he guessed– he had to get experience firsthand. 

“I see. I’m sorry for asking you this, but could you give me some tips on how to show her that? I… kind of don’t know where to begin.”

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Honestly, you should have expected such a question to arise. When you posed your own advice, you hadn’t thought about it, though. Now that you were faced with considering an answer for such a thing, you brought a finger to your chin. 

“Um...” Oh, come on. You should be able to come up with something. “...You two should do some trust exercises! The more she sees she can depend on you, the more she might bond with you?” 

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Red watched the berry fly up into the air with trepidation, his feelings on the matter confirmed as moments later a flamethrower was headed towards his face. “Pika,” he murmured, barely audible even to his own ears, and made the slightest twitch of his hand. At that, Pikachu used Iron Tail to deflect the flames away, singing the grass next to Red’s shoes instead of his face.

It looked like a badass move, but if we’re being completely fair, Red was used to having fire aimed at him. And he didn’t realize it was going to work until it did, thankfully not embarrassing himself in front of this enthusiastic young trainer (yet).

“I’d recommend starting with a stationary target,” he offered. He didn’t mention the fact that the berry was a little small even as far as moving targets went, for a beginner. He figured one suggestion was useful, two was being a know-it-all. “If you’d like, my Charizard might be up to helping.” Those flames weren’t going to threaten him, after all.

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After watching an inspirational display of the use of Iron Tail, you’re caught a little off guard by the fact that he does indeed talk. You were expecting more silence, maybe a little bit of a disapproving glare, but not much more than that. Of course, that’s perfectly fine by you! You would much rather take the advice, especially from someone willing to lend a hand in the process. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess we were getting ahead of ourselves.” A small shrug indicates that you don’t fully grasp exactly what could have just gone wrong, but you tend to live and learn, leaving the could haves and what ifs in the past where they belong. 

“You have a Charizard? I mean, uh, yeah..! I would really love that!” Side-glancing for Rosa’s opinion on the matter, you discover she’s sniffed out the berry you’d tossed. She’s far too busy eating it to give an opinion one way or the other about whether to enlist Charizard’s help. And by your standards, that settles that! Turning your attention back to your brand spankin’ new semi-silent acquaintance, you give a slight perk to your demeanor. “Oh! By the way, I’m John. Who are you?” 

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Without much thought, Jyushi decided he’d go over and see what the guy wanted. He gave his friend a happy nod as an answer and hurried over to the old man.  “Hi! I kept seeing you wave at me! Do you need something?”  Jyushi asked in his usual energetic tone honestly unsure of what to expect.

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You’re right behind him, curious to see what is in store for the ball of sunshine pal of yours. 

You watch as this elderly man gives a squinty smile and digs in his pocket. “Nothin’ needed from me, sport. It’s not often youngin’s wave back, so to commemorate it, I’m giving you the gift of water. Get it? Wave? Water?” Out of his pocket appears a water stone. Who knows if jyushi can even use it, but wow. Gifts! 

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Jyushi tilted his head in confusion at first. He didn’t recall knowing any old folks personally. Not wanting to seem rude, he simply waved back, whispering to his friend afterwards.

“I have no idea who this guy is!.. But it couldn’t hurt to wave back, I guess!”

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“Yeah, it never hurts to be nice to someone!” You wouldn’t be so sure if he didn’t look so humble, but you guess even appearances could be deceiving. Either way, he’s waving Jyushi over. 

“Are you going to go see what he wants?”    

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Ah, the marketplace. You don’t have a whole lot of money, but vendors normally weren’t that expensive. Approaching someone you thought was running a table full of incense, you eye the merchandise. “What do these do?”

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Red shook his head, not saying a word. Pikachu tilted his head inquisitively, interested to see what the boy and his Vulpix might do.

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For a moment, Rosa regards Pikachu in the same way, one flick of her ear signaling her curiosity of the mouse. But you don’t have time for that! The silent but admitting new acquaintance has permitted you to train nearby, and you’re quick to grab Rosa’s attention so you two can begin. Fishing a berry from your pocket, you toss it into the air and give her the command. With a strong start, she aims her flamethrower at it, however the training needed becomes apparent when a turn of her head reroutes it towards Red. Oops.

[egbertalert-blog]

”Hi, are you from around here? I heard about a spooky house in the area and wanted to check it out.”