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@goldencompetition
Aww guys are you serious what is this sappy stuff out of nowhere, bwwhhh. And there are people AGREEING with it.
I think I know who sent this and I'm going to kick your ass but I gotta give thanks anyway 'cause it makes me feel pretty cool! But you're all still nuts.
vs. frontier know-it-all
Why was Thorton hereâŠ? In Johto? The male really had no clue. He was bored, he was annoyed, he was told he had to fix even more computers, he had to scout for new talent for the Frontier.Â
Heâd found some amusement in the boy that seemed to kick at the dirt in sheer frustration. âIs something the matter?â the factory head droned in a bored voice.
It wasnât that he actually cared that the male was so upset, Arcues no! He was just very bored, it may prove great fun to push a few buttons and really annoy this kid, send him over the edge.
--?
[He stops his feet pretty quick - actually catching on the pavement, so he fumbles - as he glances over to check out who the heck was talking to him. Honestly, he figured no one would've heard him. But then again, maybe they didn't? Ethan knows he's not exactly dainty (definitely not as muscular as he'd like to be, but he's no fruitcup, especially with his voice!) but it's probably more likely that his posture tipped this guy off?]
[Or maybe not. He looks like he can't see two feet in front of his face with those Looney Tune eyes.]
You. . . mean me? [Can't hurt to check, anyway.]
[The kid reaches back to readjust his hat, not liking the look this kid's giving him. And the voice doesn't help either! It's like Silver, but way more concerning for some reason.]
[Probably because he knows Silver's a jerk and can counter it. This guy, though. . . It's a different ballpark, and he doesn't like it.]
open post
Aww! Are you kidding?!
[He's kind of mad Ok, kind of is a nice understatement. He's extremely mad.]
[Earlier in the week, Ethan had put down a down payment on a new bike, since his was getting so banged up the front tire was wobbling all sorts of ways and it was starting to look like a health risk. Today was the day he had been told it'd be in it, but.]
[It's not. And that sucks. Worse yet, according to the shop owner? It'd be another month before it actually got here because the company ran into some trouble or something like that. He honestly wasn't sure, but he had been told that 'something went wrong' and to 'please be patient.']
Ugh. Fine. . . Can't do anything about it, I guess.
[Bitter, he scuffs his shoe along the ground and turns his shoulder to get out of here and back into the city. This is so crap. Can't get nothing done, can't go nowhere. . .]
[Boo to today. It's bull. He just wants to get pizza and go home.]
[Unlike the last open, Ethan's not actually angry. Just a little miserable. He was really excited for that new bike, ok. . .]
â ·.·Ž¯`·.·â MYSTERY GIFT â ·.·Ž¯`·.·â An oddly coloured Vulpix has arrived! Take care of it!
[Definitely can't confuse this little bugger for anything, can you?]
Uh-- I'm grateful and all, but just a second, Mr. Postman--
Who're the people sending me these? It's gotta say somewhere, right?!
[Shinies are super rare. . . WHY DOES HE HAVE TWO OF THEM. HE'S NOT EVEN THE ONE FINDING THEM. This feels wrong somehow.]
[But Vulpix is so cute. . . M- maybe he's just got fans? Yeahhh, that's totally it.]
soursportsmanship
Bronze was never one for competing in contests of any sort really. Years of losing them as a kid didnât exactly imprint a good impression of them twenty year-old and he generally avoided having to enter them. Even if he won, which was still a seldom event mind you, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Still that didnât mean he couldnât watch and enjoy seeing people competing now did it? Well, regardless of whether it did or didnât, he had shown up anyway for whatever reason he did. Now, in retrospect, he was regretting it.
If there was a line to be had for anything there was, the food tasted terrible, and half of the events held little interest to Bronze, the male having circled the area at least twice with his Camerupt out of sheer boredum. That was until he had spotted the trainer whoâs pokemon were utterly crushing any other competition. And of course said trainerâs pokemon won, the boy pretty much tackling his pokemon out of happiness.
Bronze had watched the other male and his pokemon making a scene, finding the entire thing oddly funny. He he had to actually stifle back a bought of laughter at the bitter expression the other competitors had, more so since most of them were obviously several years older then the boy who had won. Overall he had found it amusing but had decided to end it, walking up to the boy had won and tapping him on the shoulder.
âNot to interrupt you hilarious victory but your competitors are starting to get pissed with your display. Iâd advice you to stop before they gang up on you or something.â
He flashed whoever the kid was a smile before starting to walk away.
?
[Ethan glances up to this-- dude, whoever he is and ends up looking over to the other competitors since they were brought up.]
[Oh. Turns out he wasn't joking.]
Aw, big deal. [Kind of sour about it, he straightens and calls back his party, leaving Typhlosion out to walk behind him.] Not my problem they didn't know what they were doing.
[Arms behind his head, he ends up tailing after this guy -- Mister High-and-Mighty, Mister Hey, You, Quit With Your Party - and giving him something of a sour look.]
'Sides! What'd you mean by 'hilarious,' anyway? Were we doing something funny? [Oh, he knows he wasn't invited along. But the guy seems so backwards - who insults you and then smiles like he just signed you an autograph? - that Ethan wants answers. Like really.]
[That's just weird.]
Gold & Silver
Silver furrowed his brows as the boy reached over the table, practically fishing for various condiments and cutlery. âWhat theâŠâ he managed to spit out, moving his hand over the items that Gold quickly stole from beneath his hovering hand. Tissues were snatched away, the silver cutlery that rested on them cluttering against the table.Â
Well, shit. Perhaps he should have seen this coming, but this was really too much. People were beginning to stare, and the redhead just about smacked his own head onto the table top at the embarrassment the raven-haired boy had landed him in.
âWhat the hell, GoldâŠâ he murmured, grabbing a remaining soup spoon from the table.
âYou forgot your wand, you idiot..â he huffs, stuffing the cutlery into Goldâs hand. â.. And a crown for the king of fools.â Silver adds, throwing the now empty cutlery basket onto the boyâs head.
If he had the chance to humiliate Gold, he would take it, after all.Â
[Aww. That wasn't how he wanted this to go, man. Well- to a point, at least. It definitely messed the redhead up a little, but he played along!]
[Not what Ethan was aiming for!]
[He snorts at the additions to his costume, bopping at Silver's forehead with that spoon, adding a grand flourish to make use of the 'wand.' But the stares are definitely too much after a bit, so he huffs and discards the 'ensemble.']
Alright, alright. I'm done.
But the look on your face was preeeetty great. Might've been worth it.
[He thinks it was, anyway. He's so used to embarrassing himself that this is par the course.]
against the grains
[Red went with the push and almost fell over from it. He just grabbed onto Goldâs hand and pulled him back into an embrace no matter how much the small boy would struggle this time.]
Sure it doesnât seem like much, but it really does mean a lot.Â
[He plopped down in the sand and sat Gold in his lap, wrapping his arms around his stomach and snuggling him close as he looked out towards the ocean. He was being extra affectionate towards his new adopted son.]
Hm⊠You can call me that if I can call you âEthanâ?
[He grinned. Oh yes, he did remember that name too. He removed his hat for a moment to ruffle his hair.]
[He struggles pretty damn good. The sand gets these odd little trails in them that look an awful lot like the kind left by dragging fingers. But Red's honestly stronger than he is - Ethan's going to blame the mountain for that one, yes sir - so despite his very valid complaints, he's dragged into a snuggle ball that accents the height difference here.]
[He don't like that much.]
[His face scrunches immensely as he hunches down here, growling his discontent. That gets worse when he realizes that this guy actually remembers his nerdy name.]
--!? You--
[His hair's fussed. Really? Red, come on-- he's going to not like you!! His eyes squint shut against the affectionate gobbledegook, but he's given up on any chance of escape. Primarily because he's losing feeling in his legs.]
[Chances are he won't be running so fast with that one.]
Aww man. You can't even be serious. Why d'you wanna call me that? It's-- a dumb name. All fruity and religious and stuff. . .
cross-country champions
 Cynthia could recall the thousands of tales that were told about the strange pokemon.  âKabutoâŠâ She mumbled, letting herself continue to touch the strange stone that was the shape of the legendary pokemon. âThatâs a name I certainly havenât heard in quite some time.â
The Sinnoh champion looked down, seeing the door that was under her feet. âwell..â She took some steps back, clearing out of the way and joined over to where Ethan was. âIf I did fall, I bet you it wouldnât be that creepy.â
Hanging out with Steven Stone in his outrageous caves were most likely enough to do that. Pitch dark, no one else but just you, and the cave. Yeah. Easily, and if not more, scarier than dropping into a dark pit.Â
Cynthiaâs Garchomp looked over at Ethan, almost mesmerized as he was working his  way through the puzzle. Clueless? I think not. Though, it made Cynthia wonder who this Ethan person really was.Â
[He only glances up for a moment, hesitating to read her face. Is she seriously being all that confident?]
[Well maybe it's not a surprise. He's. . . much worse than that, actually. Maybe he's a hypocrite.]
If~ you say so.
[Don't say he didn't warn you. Instead of pushing the issue, he instead places the second-to-last piece here. Typhlosion notes Garchomp's curiosity and gives a short huff, similarly curious about what the shark finds fascinating. The badger-like Pokemon's already been through this before and wasn't so fussed on it in the first place. The fact that another Pokemon's actually probably as curious a monkey as Ethan is. . . new territory.]
[Either those two beasties are going to be good friends or heavy rivals. Just a hunch.]
[Ethan, meanwhile, twiddles the last piece to the puzzle between his fingers.]
And the fun part. starts. now.
[That's when the piece gets stuffed into place, and the joyful shaking commences. A few jolts of the whole cavern later - during which Ethan does a very masculine job of latching onto the first solidly-intact thing in sight - and there's a hefty-sized hole right about where he predicted.]
[Good thing the place is typical.]
[Grinning rather triumphantly, he straightens up like he hadn't just been a weenie and indicates the hole. Ladies' first.]
Next stop! Creepy Station, please keep track of all your valuables when entering.
Gold & Silver
Silver watches as the boy taps at his mouth, pulling his finger away from the stain to observe with curiosity.
âŠ. what the hell, did he still not get it? The redhead sighs, reclining back into his seat. It might take the genius a while to comprehend the thought anyway. And besides, he had all day to watch his⊠(friend? Rival?) be a complete air-head. It was almost beginning to seem like the raven-haired boy was the baby instead of Togetic.
Red eyes hover over the other patrons of the shop whilst his companion cleaned himself up, the muffled thud of action replaced by an annoying voice that made his skin crawl. That stupid sing-song voice that reminded him so much of Lyra that it tempted him greatly to reach across and check for pigtails under Goldâs hat. He fisted and unfisted his hands, fingers drumming loudly and hastily against the tabletop in annoyance.Â
ââŠâŠ.. Imbecile. Shut up.â
[Yep, that grin gets bigger. Silver's funny.]
[Or at least, he is now that Ethan's got the upper hand and driving him nuts. Five minutes earlier? Not so funny.]
Taking that as a 'yes, you're embarrassing, oh my god stop.'
Perfect!
[He really wants to keep bugging the hell out of the redhead as payback for the earlier few burns, but his material's running low. Thinking about it, he always was really bad when it came to one-upping Silver. Whether he won the battles or not, it didn't really change much.]
[Silver's just a brat like that.]
[Ethan's quiet, enjoying his current upper hand while it lasts until an idea strikes him.]
You know what. I should make this worse. [Talking mostly to himself here, he reaches over toward the other condiments and fishes up a few things. Straws and napkins, primarily. Yep, he's doin' this.]
[Napkins get stuffed under his hat to look like some weird cloth-hair, the straw goes under his nose like a moustache with help from silly pursed lips, and those pink sugar packets can just rest over his eyes.]
[He's looking mightily intelligently right about now. Yessir, this is epitome of maturity. And class.]
Things are rather buggy
âOh boy thanks!â Bugsy exclaimed. but then quickly dropped it. âWell uh..I only have one Pokemon on me right now. So would you mind if I go to the gym to get my other Pokemon?â He asked. âYou can come with me if you wanted to.â Bugsy slowly turned away and started walking towards Azalea town, leaving Ilex forest.Â
Bugsy walked through his gym, obviously knowing the twists and turns tricks of his gym. He finally reached the place where his Pokeballs were. He quickly dashed outside where there was an open space.Â
âGold! I hope your ready to battle! Because I surely am!â He called out excitedly.Â
[He recalls Typhlosion so the mouse can remain on his head and starts to follow the buggy one with arms behind his head. Pichu ends up getting excited over something in the bushes over there - over by the shrine or something? He's not sure - and it takes a bit of fussing to catch the little mouse and keep him from trying to suicide-drop off his hat.]
Dooon't you even. I'll lose you in this place like that crazy Farfetch'd! Not doing that twice. We'll check it out later or something!
[That said, he scuttles to hurry after Bugsy and the rest of the walk is in relative peace, all things considered. Once in the gym and all set up in the challenger's box - it's been crazy-long since he's been here, man, wow - he crouches to let his Pichu hop to the floor beside him.]
Always ready! Gotta tell you, though. You're in for a hard time~ Hope you've got some ice on hand!
[He can't resist the urge to trash talk a little bit. He's a bit of a punk at heart, honestly. Though, once he straightens up, Ethan looks pretty serious, Poke Ball in hand.]
I'll start with Ampharos.
[So saying, he calls the Pokemon out, letting the electric sheep stretch and itch and do whatever its silly self has to. Basic protag logic would've said to throw out Crobat or Typhlosion, but then it'd probably be a sweep. And that's not cool, so he'll fight fair.]
Who's up on your side?
soursportsmanship
Phoo! Man, you were guys were awesome! You kicked all sorts of butt out there!
[Ethan hops up to dog pile the three Pokemon he has out, pulling them into a big sort of bear hug, laughing himself breathless. He chose to enter his guys in the Pokeathlon today, specifically the Power course.]
[And they swept house. It was perfect.]
[Raising the golden medal high up in the air, he grins and bounces back down onto the ground, taking his moment to crow with his boys. They're making a scene and not even giving two squats about it, which is. . . actually very common.]
[Spectators are probably super judging right now, no joke.]
Hands together, boys! Team spirit, hup!
[His hand's followed by Poliwrath's, Ampharos', and Typhlosion's paw is last, leading to a celebratory count off and this obnoxious hoot of victory between the four.]
[Is he annoying enough yet? Is he? Huh? Huh? Is he?]
pranks in the night
Janine managed to maneuver herself so that her body could hang outside his window. Venomoth blinking as  Gold stared at her, before she moved so Janine could greet him face to face. She knew this probably wouldnât end well, but thatâs Janine for you.
âGold-PUT CLOTHES ON YOU DORK!â It was daylight, what was he doing still sleeping in his âsleepwearâ. The fact he wore no hat just made it stranger, since she wasnât used to seeing him without the thing on his head. He managed to turn herself around and flipped back onto his roof. Then with a more unneeded acrobatics, she managed to land on the ground outside his house.
âYou said you wanted to do something requiring my skills and that it would be fun! â Geez man, if you were gonna sleep all day, you should have called it off! Janine then held her arm out so her Venomoth could land on it. The moth staring at Gold, while Janine glared at him.
[He's immensely quick to twitch away from the window once there's a person staring at him - upside-down no less, what is that - and he's actually shot for words for once as she starts yodeling at him.]
[On the upside, he's awake now. That's definitely something.]
. . .
I think I just saw that. [Rubbing at his eyes, like this's a weird dream, he pokes the top of his face up over the windowsill, definitely seeing a ninja there.]
[Wait. What day is it.]
--!?
Aww man, I forgot all about it! Sorry, Janine! Here-- gimme a minute and I'll be downstairs! If you can get in, all the power to you.
[She'll be met with the same fate as the planned victim, probably. Unless she's smarter and can get to high ground, which apparently isn't a problem. Staring in his window like that-- creepy ninja voyeur!!]
[Well, in any case, there's banging and crashing as he gets his stuff together and grabs Red's hat instead of his own, jamming it over unbrushed hair - it'll be scruffy either way, who cares - and scuttling down the stairs with all the grace of a small hurricane.]
Gotta get the door-- Wait. Is she already in here?
[Ninja logic is too highbrow for his head.]
[Cue Ethan looking around in a great impression of a meerkat.]
@goldencompetition
Janine looked round Newbark Town, looking for Ethan. Apparently he had a fun little idea that required her skills and services. So that was the reason she was currently looking around on top of Ethanâs roof, looking for the teen. Since doing the normal and common sense thing, knocking on his door to see if anyone was home, was boring.  Her Venomoth shook her head at her trainer, deciding to fly around Ethanâs window. If he was in, hopefully heâd be able to talk sense into Janine.Â
Thatâs assuming that Ethan has enough sense to do that.Â
[Oh, he's in. But he's asleep.]
[Baby Pokemon take a lot of work, and that one little pink one is a crybaby, let me tell you what. It doesn't sleep like normal people. It sleeps like-- well. A baby. With the unfortunate hunger breaks and everything.]
[Venomoth's fluttering is thus met with the really disgruntled face of one that's trying to fall back into his comfortable coma, and it stays that way for a few more seconds.]
[Then he's sitting up in soft-boiled fury.]
What is that tapping?! Quit it!!
[Instead of being met with a mischievous Aipom, he's instead being greeted by. . . a bug. Outside his window. For some reason.]
[Ok.]
. . . I'm missing something, here.
[Mumbling, he shuffles out of bed - forget the hat, forget everything, who cares - and gets over to the window, pushing it up over his head to stare the bug straight in the face with squinty, sleep-deprived eyes.]
Who're you.
ooc
Oh my god guys this sucks. My pages are so outdated, my muses are half-dead, and I have no idea what I am supposed to do about this.
I DON'T LIKE FEELING LIKE I'M STUCK IN A TETRIS GAME, MAN. IT'S NOT COOL.
Ugh. Ok, so I'm gonna gradually clean up the pages for my boys, and I definitely want to get some roleplays going. Juan especially needs them, or he's gonna go inactive. Literally half his tags are dropped/hiatused and his muse is rusting up on me. NOT COOL EITHER.
Anyway, note me on this account somewhere if you're interested. I've got Ethan, Juan, and Riley. All of them are taggable, just talk to me about it. Otherwise I gotta throw out opens. And no one ever grabs those, so come here and let me love on you.
open post - leafgreen version
[She shot him a weird lookâ he seemed to have drifted off there for a moment. Heâs a bit of a weird kid. Though now he couldnât blame her for constantly drifting off as well.]
Iâm not mean.. And you are kinda short!
[Leaf might as well just keep going with this. It was fun. He wasnât that much shorter than her, but he seemed to be getting flustered again. That was always funny to see.]
16, huh? [There. That age seemed much more likely for him.]
Gotta say, Iâve seen taller 16 year-olds.. [Leaf grinned; she was having to much fun teasing him. Hmm.. It probably wasnât the best idea to get someone who you want as a friend angry, but she obviously couldnât help herself.]
..Wait, Lance? [She stared at him curiously. Just who was this boy? ..Dammit. She knew it was a bad idea to not have a clue of what went on around her. She had also battled Lance at some point⊠Although she should probably keep this herself, at least for now.]
Thatâs pretty cool..Â
Doesnât stop you from being short, though. [She reached over and flicked his nose. Well, making fun of him was still entertaining to her.]
[He was literally in the midst of puffing himself up in pride at her compliment - thaaat's right, he went up against Lance. Praise him! - before she throws in that right hook of a zinger and gets a critical hit in on him.]
[!#@^(&%!?]
[Did that just happen twice?!]
[It just happened twice.]
C-- come on! [His voice genuinely breaks at the torment, an arm flying up to rub at his poor abused nosie. Somehow he thought she was cute! Apparently his judgement needs work-- he's not doing a very good job with picking companions lately!]
So I'm a little small! I can beat your butt in a battle no problem! So go ahead, keep rubbin' it in! I don't care!
[Yes he does. Huff puff, huff puff.]
[Stupid girls with their stupid charms and their stupid smirky faces. . .]
Things are rather buggy
âOhh..yeah! I remember you now!â Bugsy said, smiling. âYou were a tough trainer. I can see your starter evolved.â He said, stating the obvious. âSorry about that, I battle alot of people, and itâs been awhile.â
Bugsy looked down at the ground. âSorry for asking this..but Iâm wondering just how strong youâve gotten. Would you like to battle?â Bugsy asked quietly. âIâm sorry, againâŠâ He smiled, hoping the answer was a yes.
[Better. Muuuch much better. He has been appeased.]
[Ethan puts on a grin, raising a hand to wave it off like it didn't actually bother him. . . .Which we all know is a million percent false. Tell himself what he will, he does like to think he's an impressive specimen.]
[Being a gym leader must be ridiculously packed, not like it's a surprising revelation. People going after you left and right. . . Kinda makes sense he wouldn't keep track. It still seems like a cool job, though. Only problem is picking a type specialty. . . Green was a special case or something, right? He was all freelance.]
[Eh! Oh well. Maybe he can replace the Almighty Tufty One some day. It's a thought.]
What're you apologizing for? Asking for a battle's par the course! I'm totally up for one! [Though between him and his brain, he's pretty sure he's got this wrapped up. A fire type and a flying type in his party. . . Them bugs goin' down.] You probably changed up your whole roster and stuff by now, huh? I'm pretty curious. . . !
[Don't mind him as he shows no understanding at all for personal space.]
Gold & Silver
The redhead watched in silence as the baby pokemon fussed about Gold witholding the treat from it, eventually trilling gleefully when the trainer gave in. He sighed, his lips a thin line in frustrated amusement on how anyone could bother to raise such a âŠ. optimistic baby.
His eyes flit over to the rest of the occupants in a cafe while the togetic interacted with his trainer, trills and laughter melding together with the muffled conversations from each table.Â
Seriously, he canât even drink cocoa properly and heâs champion of the region and backâŠâŠâŠÂ Silver winced, unable to comprehend the thought. Well, it never really settled in that Gold, the /breeder/ was champion. It just seemed⊠unfitting, and the fact remained largely like a scab to Silver. Annoying.
He slides a serviette across the table.
. . .
?
[Give him a moment to process the problem. He won't notice until he scrunches his nose in thought, because it makes his lip feel weird. When that registers, Silver should have fun watching his expression change as the gears start turning.]
[The kid eventually taps against his lip like a learning monkey, blinking at the cocoa.]
[Theeen it makes sense.]
[He snorts at the mark and takes that napkin, wiping it away with a grin.]
Guess you can't take me out anywhere, huh? No big deal, no big deal. At least it wasn't my shirt.
[But don't trust him on that one. Give him like five minutes and he'll muck that up too.]
[Though-- His eyes get a curious little twinkle, and for the hell of it, he's gonna go with the idea in his monkey brain.]
S'matter, Silver? Am I embaaaarrassing youuu? [He chose to be quiet about it instead of saying 'You're a pig' or something like that, right? Ethan's totally got it in his head now that he's pinpointed a weak spot. Critical attack, go go!]
You big dork.
