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Take me to greater heights. ✧ A shining, shocking star, tucked away in the night sky.

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too human for it not to hurt | Volkner & Dawn

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     She stuck out her lower lip and stood on her tip toes to push her face nearer to his. “Gosh, do I need to zap some sense into that brain of yours? I bet your sense of humor is more electrifying than mine is!” She’d play along with this little game of until he would be too stunned to say anything back. Unless, of course, she would be the one to give up first.

     ”That’s… Nice of you to say,” she said quietly, scratching her cheek. “B-but I don’t think anyone would really want to take an interest in my contests. More so you, since you’re a really strong gym leader!” In all honesty, she wasn’t so sure about anything he was saying. As much as she knew her strengths, it was still quite embarrassing for to realize she had actually been on TV.

     Dawn furrowed her eyebrows and stared up at the Lighthouse. “Rumors always end up fading after a while. It would only be a problem if it got in the way of my contests.” But the thought still made her stomach twist into a knot. She tried to think of something else and instead enjoy the moment and think about the consequences later.

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Eyes widening at the sudden proximity of her face to his, Volkner averted his eyes, mind racing. I'll just say something about... uh, sparks, or amps— "Ahem, wire we talking like this? I'm surprised that we can't conduct a serious conversation." That was close. I'm really running out of puns here.

He shot her a look, his expression devoid of lightheartedness. "Dawn," he started, voice low. "You're passionate about your contests right? I can tell from the way you talk about them. Whatever you do, don't let that fire burn out." If he wasn't being dead-serious, Volkner would've laughed at how much his words sounded like one of Flint's cheesy inspirational speeches.

Pushing open the doors to the Lighthouse, he made his way towards the elevator. "It would be terrible if a stupid rumour got in the way of your career. I don't mind if you'd prefer not to be seen with me."

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((congrats, and best of luck to you!! c:))

// thanks so muuuuch~

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too human for it not to hurt | Volkner & Dawn

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"You don’t have to be so stiff," she commented, noticing his refusal to laugh. "Or would you like me to shock a smile onto that face of yours instead?~” Oh Arceus, how she loved making puns, whether they were bad or good.

"E-eh! I haven’t really completed all my Master Rank ribbons so I don’t really see why they would want to record my contests,” she mumbled, flattered. Dawn hadn’t really given much thought on that matter, even though she’s spotted those bulky cameras standing along the sidelines of the Contest Hall.

Wait, he’s bringing me to the Lighthouse?! she thought, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Ah, right, yeah!” She followed him after he already started walking, too engrossed in her own thoughts. Just having him bring her to the Vista Lighthouse made her feel like melting into the ground. Volkner was practically one of her “celebrity crushes” in the region!

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He blinked at her once, then twice. Instead of giving Dawn the satisfaction of a few sincere chuckles, he forced his eyebrows into a rather formidable scowl and leered down at her. "That was absolutely re-volting. I don't know watt made you think that was a good pun."

Volkner would've loved to see the expression on her face, but he had to turn away to hide his smile. Damn my non-existent poker face. "...Ahem. Anyway, don't worry about your contests. Even I've seen glimpses of you on TV, and I practically live under a rock, so you must be doing pretty well."

I'm surprised we haven't run into that group of rabid fangirls yet, Volkner mused as the pair approached the Lighthouse entrance. Still unaware of her bright red cheeks, he snuck a glance at Dawn out of the corner of his eye and muttered, "if my fans saw me walking 'round Sunyshore with a girl, they'd go a little crazy. Just hope you're prepared for any rumours that might spread."

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She decided not to prod at the last comment. Yet.

"If you’re a Gym Leader from Sinnoh, then I guess that explains it," she replied, smiling. "I’ve been there plenty of times for family and work-related reasons, though I don’t think I’ve ever been to Sunyshore yet." She tried pondering the location a moment. "Hmm…Sunyshore is a bit like Olivine, right? Port town with a lighthouse and all that. Do you also have something or someone to act as a guardian of the seas for you?"

On second thought, maybe she shouldn’t have asked- she wasn’t sure how strange the question would seem to him. She had no idea had familiar he was with Johto’s myths, and honestly asking about any similar stories that Sinnoh might have was probably not one of the first things a normal person would ask. Not that she’d ever really considered herself to be that sort of ‘normal’.

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In an haphazard attempt to seem polite, Volkner nodded as she spoke, although he couldn't quite seem to maintain eye contact with the way his gaze kept wandering away from her and back to the food stalls in the street, and then to the happy families out for a stroll, and then to the Lighthouse—

"Oh, you're asking if Sunyshore has a sea guardian?" Volkner blinked, attention snapping back to the conversation he'd (rudely) zoned out of. "Not that I can think of." He'd never paid much heed to Pokémon mythology; that was something he'd given up long before leaving Olivine. "My... mother thought she knew all about the legendary guardian in Johto, though. She used to tell me all these nonsensical stories." He shuffled his feet and muttered, "crazy woman."

With a sigh, Volkner paused to take a closer look at the woman in front of him — glasses-clad, an armful of notes — with narrowed eyes. "Are you some sort of researcher?"

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too human for it not to hurt | Volkner & Dawn

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     Dawn caught a flash of his rosy cheeks and giggled. It made her giddy to know she’d made him, even a little, embarrassed. It was a level up from only having friends and family thank her for her praise.

     Her mouth formed a small “O” while she thought. When was the last time I had a contest…? She shrugged and laughed. “Maybe! There have been a couple of times that people have recorded my contests, I guess.”

     ”Thank you!” she said with enthusiasm. No one’s really said much about her choice of Seals in the past. Nodding, she took mental note of the name. “I saw that earlier. I have yet to go up though but it sounds interesting!”

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He started at the sound of her giggle. Her laughter didn't annoy him, but instead made him want to smile along with her. If he had to describe it, he'd say it was infectious.

So people recorded her contests, huh? "That's a bigger deal than you think it is, you know. No one records contests unless the coordinator's got something special about them." Volkner had to hand it to this girl — she was an interesting one, alright.

Looks like today might not turn out to be the same-old boring routine after all. "Well, let's get going then." Hands stuffed in his pockets, he started off in the direction of the towering Lighthouse. "You're going to love the view at the top."

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capedcoolsader replied to your post “under your hard lens; making too few ends | DRABBLE”

I really like this. : )

outofvoltage; HEY THANKS MAN :)) it turned out hella angsty tho

capedcoolsader replied to your post “dominant or submissive???”

[*grabby hands*]

[*scandalised expression*]

"Let's try and keep our hands to ourselves, Ms Vanguard."

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What do you call a Vulpix that evolves holding an envelope? Ninemails.

"Oh Arceus—"

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What was your first time like? (I mean catching a pokemon you naughty person, you)

"...Hah, my first time—"

"It wasn't hard at all. I befriended a Pikachu when I was around five, and when I was leaving Olivine to move to Sunyshore, the Pikachu hopped on the ship with me. That was the first Pokémon I caught, and it's now a Raichu."

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dominant or submissive???

"Do I have to answer this in such a public forum—"

"Ahem. Half and half, I guess, but I like to change things up. Especially if she's on the, uh, adventurous side."

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"When do you take your Pokemon to the Pokecenter? When it's 'Koffing'!"

"…"

"Lots of wordplay today, huh?"

outofvoltage; these puns have got me WEEZING with laughter

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I see SPARKS fly whenever you're around!

Cough.

"Uh, thanks. I think."

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You're the LIGHT of my life!

"I'm not sure who you are, but..."

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You SHOCK me with your battling skills!

"Oh."

"...That’s quite nice of you to say, actually."

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How do you want to be remembered?

"As someone who was… interesting."

"I’m in love with life the most when I’m out changing it. Routine is boring. Everything’s so fleeting, anyway— right?”

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IT'S TUESDAY (TMI TIME!)

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under your hard lens; making too few ends | DRABBLE

[{— oily hands, slippery slope

pointed fangs without scope —}]

Click. He hangs up the phone. His head won't stop replaying the conversation.

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"Come on, Volk, what are you doing?"

"I can't date her. Too clingy. And nosy."

"Are you shitting me, man? A week ago you were raving about her—"

"That was before the diagnosis, Flint."

"...That's what this is about?"

"..."

A heavy sigh. "Look, I know depression is hard, but you're on meds now, and you've got a great support system. I'm your best friend, Volk. You might not wanna hear this, but I think you made a mistake breaking up with her—"

"I have to go, Flint."

"Volkner—"

"Bye." Click.

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It's been an hour now, and he's still lying on the floor. The ceiling's not the greatest view, but hey, does he look like he gives a fuck?

She's no good for him anyway, he tells himself. She always wants to spend entire weekends together, walking along the beach. She loves to bury her toes in the sand and let the waves hug her ankles, and she giggles whenever a bigger wave comes along and whooshes past her knees, and that's just a waste of time and who has the energy to care anymore—

Not Volkner, that's for sure.

Nope, 'cause he has better things to do now. Like count the calluses on his hands, the wrinkled lines streaked across his palms.

Sigh.

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Maybe he'll find the courage to go back someday.

Maybe.

Someday.