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"I am Mikael...the best Ghost-type trainer this miserable world will ever see. Don't get in my way, you'll just end up hurting yourself." [my OC. indie for now, will rp with anyone. Most of my icons are of Izaya Orihara, he's basically like Mikael's FC.]

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  [I really should go about making that OC’s blog. He would be like an apprentice to Mikael]

“Well in your words I have seen the result of these so called ‘Cruel bastards’” N stated, giving him a glare. He was being so Naive. Maybe he needed to show the trainer what he meant. “Most humans do not understand what I mean by that” he said calmly. when the Joltik he had met in Charge stone cave crawled onto his shoulder, he took it in his hands and held it out to the trainer to see.

The pokemon was in fact, missing some of its yellow fur, in place of nasty scars over it’s back, and one across it’s lower set of eyes.

“This is the the only pokemon I have met that is like this. I grew up around them” he stated voice turning slightly cold toward the trainer that seemed to think pokemon could not be harmed no matter what you did to them.

The joltik clawed up his arm and rested again on his shoulder, by his ear, 

“So I feel my actions are entirely justified”

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Mikael flinched slightly at the sight of a Bug pokemon before he even saw the scars on it. Covering it up with a few more coughs, he narrowed his eyes a bit. "You can't stop some people from being ignorant and cruel by blindly throwing yourself in the middle of a battle." The person in front of him talked as if he weren't human himself.

"Most Pokemon enjoy battling. It helps them strengthen their bond with their trainers and grow stronger. Just because a handful of people treat Pokemon like objects instead of living things doesn't mean the rest of us do." Mikael still felt as if he had been hit with a strong gust of icy wind. He wasn't really better than the people he was badmouthing, was he? Even though Mikael treated his own Pokemon as well as he could, he was ruthless to the ones they faced in battle. The tall trainer bit his lip without realizing it. Eenope. He didn't want to deal with that guilt thing, not right now.

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  It was almost alarming how much patience Mikael found himself to have during this conversation; so many questions would usually just receive an irritable, sarcastic response. “I’m specifically a Ghost-type trainer, yes. And…I’m hoping to catch a Sableye.” Which seemed like a fairly ridiculous objective, but Mikael was determined. He wanted to find and catch one on his own, even if he risked getting lost in caves during the process.

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“I hear sableye tend to run away before you even get a chance to throw a pokeball at it. I hope you have a pokemon with the ability arena trap or with the move mean look.” Joey always had pokemon run away from him or bust out of the pokeball and then run away. It was quite embarrassing, really. “But you probably already knew that, huh? You look like a good trainer.” The youngster dug at the ground with his foot. “Man, I’ve never caught a pokemon. I didn’t even catch my rattata. I stole it from Team Rocket.”

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Oh, great. Mikael guessed that this was the type of situation where he was supposed to hash out some sort of wise words that he didn't have. If  "Don't worry, you...um...will eventually? I didn't catch Haunter, either. Took a good few weeks before he would even let me near him, and it took even longer for him to let me throw a pokeball at him." Ah, those days were fun. He had a completely trusting Gastly following him around, yet it took at least a month for it to understand that it would be better if it would just let Mikael catch it in a Pokeball.

"Maybe you should concentrate on training your Rattata more, so that you'll be able to capture wild Pokemon more easily?" Mikael wasn't really interested in most wild Pokemon he saw, mainly because there were a very small amount of Ghost types

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  “If you say so.” This person was strange, even for Mikael. “Why would you throw yourself in front of Pokemon attacks…?” The trainer faintly remembered what had happened when he tried to cast Dusclops, way back when it was only a Duskull; the sneaky little thing had came close to landing him in a hospital.

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“Because it saves pokemon from being hurt” N told Mikael as he stood up, and walked over to the haunter, holding a hand out to the pokemon.

“I have always been close with pokemon, and it is hard for me to see them getting hurt… so I tend to take thier blows for them most the time” was, he was just getting more odd.

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Ah. So he was some weird version of a treehugger. Mikael snorted a bit, unable to hide his amusement. "It isn't as if they ever truly get hurt in battles. Unless the trainer is either an idiot, or a cruel bastard." The man coughed a bit. Oh, right, cruel bastards. Like him. He had lost count of all of the people he had sent crying because their Pokemon had gotten a bit more bruised up than they were accustomed to. It wasn't like he had mortally wounded their Pokemon or anything.

Although Mikael was slightly convinced that the Raticate that Banette had utterly wrecked a few weeks ago didn't make it. He chose to keep the event in the back of head. Oops. Wasn't his fault that a weaker trainer had insisted upon battling him.

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((I made an extra page for Mikael and rambled about his personality until I got tired of it! Basically, it's just some more info on how he acts/his flaws/etc. I might add to it or organize it better later. i totally didn't add anything silly to the end of it haha why would i do that ))

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*hugs you*

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Usually, such a bubbly attitude being geared towards Mikael would’ve overwhelmed him and made him walk away without a word, but he was in a good mood that day. Mikael had recently set his sights on trying to find a Sableye—as much travelling as it would take, seeing as the Pokemon was only found in Hoenn, it was worth it. Tilting his head and pausing for a moment, Mikael listened to the child ramble.

“I’ve just started my journey to Hoenn, actually.” He could probably get there by easier means than hiking; but that would ruin the spirit of it, wouldn’t it? Besides, then he’d miss out on the opportunity to train his Pokemon or challenge any gym leaders. “I am a trainer. Not training my Pokemon right now, since they’re dead tired, but I probably will be soon. Mikael. I…forgot most of what you said after that, but my favourite colour is…” Could he seriously not think of one? “Dark purple, I guess.”

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“Dark purple, huh? That sounds kinda like ghost- or dark-type pokemon. Maybe poison-type?” Joey tilted his head slightly. “And you’re going all the way to Hoenn? That’s pretty far away. What are you going there for?” Ohh, I really should stop asking so many questions.

“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Mikael!”

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It was almost alarming how much patience Mikael found himself to have during this conversation; so many questions would usually just receive an irritable, sarcastic response. "I'm specifically a Ghost-type trainer, yes. And...I'm hoping to catch a Sableye." Which seemed like a fairly ridiculous objective, but Mikael was determined. He wanted to find and catch one on his own, even if he risked getting lost in caves during the process.

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  Stopping for a moment in surprise, Mikael raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the small boy. His height made it seem like he was practically looming over the other trainer. Taking a step back, he offered a paper-thin smile. “It’s quite fine.”

How old was the kid, even? Eleven, twelve? Mikael was slightly stunned by that, with how sheltered his life had been at that age; he had to sneak out of the house at times just to get a breath of fresh air, with how overprotective his parents could be.

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“Wow, sir, you sure are tall!” Joey had to take a step or two back to get a good look at the man. “What brings you out today? You look like a pokemon trainer. Are you doing some training? What’s your name? What kind of pokemon do you have? Favorite move? Favorite pokemon? F-Favorite color?!” A flow of questions spilled out of his mouth all of a sudden. 

Ohhh.

He stuck out his hand. “By the way, I’m Joey. I have a rattata, but not just any rattata. My rattata is in the top percentage of rattata. I like, um, the color green. Emerald green, to be precise.” A person’s favorite color, Joey felt, said something about the person, so he always wanted to know a person’s favorite color.

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Usually, such a bubbly attitude being geared towards Mikael would've overwhelmed him and made him walk away without a word, but he was in a good mood that day. Mikael had recently set his sights on trying to find a Sableye--as much travelling as it would take, seeing as the Pokemon was only found in Hoenn, it was worth it. Tilting his head and pausing for a moment, Mikael listened to the child ramble.

"I've just started my journey to Hoenn, actually." He could probably get there by easier means than hiking; but that would ruin the spirit of it, wouldn't it? Besides, then he'd miss out on the opportunity to train his Pokemon or challenge any gym leaders. "I am a trainer. Not training my Pokemon right now, since they're dead tired, but I probably will be soon. Mikael. I...forgot most of what you said after that, but my favourite colour is..." Could he seriously not think of one? "Dark purple, I guess."

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Was it really possible to be bored to death? The idea seemed reasonable on a day such as this. Everyone seemed to be either sleeping in or busy with some boring work. Quite honestly, the world felt rather lonely today, just like that little cloud floating around all by itself over there.

It was just a little dab of white on a blue canvas, like the artist got bored before she even started. Joey frowned at it. It was just one cloud, one little cloud without anything around it for miles, and it was beginning to get under Joey’s skin. “Man, even the sky is boring today. You can’t even make that little cloud into any kind of fun shape! Today is so bori — !”

While one rants at a cloud, one tends to forget to watch where one is going. Being one of the ones who forgets to watch where one is going, Joey ended up crashing right into a person.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, a little bit of red creeping onto his cheeks. Ranting at clouds is and activity one tends to do while one is alone, so it was a bit embarrassing to walk into someone while one is in the middle of a loud rant.

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Stopping for a moment in surprise, Mikael raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the small boy. His height made it seem like he was practically looming over the other trainer. Taking a step back, he offered a paper-thin smile. "It's quite fine."

How old was the kid, even? Eleven, twelve? Mikael was slightly stunned by that, with how sheltered his life had been at that age; he had to sneak out of the house at times just to get a breath of fresh air, with how overprotective his parents could be.

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Delicate cheek kiss

“That’s enough.”

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You're cute, and so am I, so let's go do stuff cutely yeah!

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I'm not doing this pickup line thing right am i

“No.”

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Did you fall from heaven or did an angel sit on your face wait--- i mean

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Oh. Is that a mirror in your pocket because I can see myself there. Wait, dammit I messed that one up

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Reblog if I can anonymously leave you a sexually uncomfortable message.

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The Rage Within (Open Rp)

“Breaking News! A Red Gyarados has emerged in the Lake of Rage! It is currently laying waste to the surrounding area. Johto officials have closed the lake to all citizens. No word on what officials plan to do about the Red Gyarados. Continuous coverage on this story as soon as more information develops.”

Lance was at a lost for words upon hearing the breaking news. He knew by this time Pokemon collectors in both Johto as well as Kanto would soon try to flock to the scene in hordes in hopes to catch the beast for their very own. And whats worst is he knew the Johto government would kill the Red Gyarados if it proved too much to handle. Lance felt he had an obligation to protect this misunderstood pokemon.

Lance grabbed his cape and was off to The Lake of Rage.

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Oh, this was dangerous. Probably incredibly stupid. Although, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Mikael would be a fool to not try and take advantage of this, when he was so conveniently close to the event. Why not? Usually, Mikael didn't act on his impulses. This was definitely not a usual happening.

Sneaking past the accumulation of officials wasn't difficult. The difficult part was trying to get a glimpse at this so-called Red Gyarados--without getting himself hurt in the process, of course. Mikael, after noticing the wreckage surrounding the lake, decided that it would probably be a good idea to keep his distance. He crossed his arms, watching from a comfortable distance from the brush. Only Arceus knew how many idiots would probably try to catch the beast; Mikael was only curious. He didn't want to try struggling for something too volatile and difficult to get; rather, the trainer would observe.

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  “You don’t look okay.” It was almost comical. Mikael returned Banette to its pokeball, his Haunter drifting up behind him.

“Do you need a tissue or something? Not sure if you want to bleed all over your shirt. Sorry about that. Haunter probably got startled by you and ended up diverting his attention…I should work on that, it’d be disastrous for it to happen in battle.” The trainer cut himself off before he could ramble any further.

Used to it? What was that supposed to mean?

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“No, my hand is a fine tissue” N stated, it would have been sarcastic, if the teen understood the concept of sarcasm. So he just wiped his mouth again. “Used to it, I throw myself in front of pokemon attacks all the time, so I am nothing to worry about” he informed the ghost trainer.

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"If you say so." This person was strange, even for Mikael. "Why would you throw yourself in front of Pokemon attacks...?" The trainer faintly remembered what had happened when he tried to cast Dusclops, way back when it was only a Duskull; the sneaky little thing had came close to landing him in a hospital.