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@gxldenstreak
That's right.
The both of them are judging you. How dare you wanna parade a Jace blog during these 2020s!
Welcome aboard. You've found yourself a PokeSPE (Manga) Gold blog at'cha service! Lets go and cook up some fresh memories and have a lil fun no less.
RULES.
BIO.
By Jace. (32 yr mun, He/Him.)
"Really. I'm starting to get the active idea that the bar doesn't exist with you, just improvement! Y'know we all ain't rocking the world shattering legs like yours!"
So droll. Full of potential, but always wanting to spend that ingenuity on the luxury of 'adventure-esuqe richness' instead of the improvement of technique!
... ......
She's just going to whap the back of his knees, causing the said trainer to immediately trip--
Yet!
There's a moment his hands brace the ground, embrace the world, Lalatina will watch as her trainer flips back onto his feet!
Only to crumble a lil bit.
"HAVEN'T WE DONE ENOUGH ~EMERGENCY DRILLS~ FOR THE REST OF THE DAMN YEAR!?"
Sadly, there'd be no answer 'if ever' from Lalatina. Seeing this 'prankster' here be attuned to the many windows of abruptness satisfied her whims for now.
She won't be having weakness in her ranks!
by 0ring - do not remove credit!
"Nice advice, but I live in Unova. I know for a fact I'm not going to travel all the way to Johto just for hot springs."
...Okay. Maybe that sounds a little mean, but he is mentally storing that information in his brain because it'd be useful if he ever went to Johto and had time. Somewhere...Though he doesn't believe the ladder half though, it'd be nice to falsely believe it for the sake of it. He could use a blessing or two right now...
"I'm very good in the stretching department though. Every morning after I stretch, I even do ten push ups, a minute long wall sit before doing ten more push ups. Though to answer your question, it got bad when I was ten and it kept getting worse. I'll be fine though. I'm still here, right?"
Oh, the bite!
Unexpected? Absolutely. There was unexpected relief to find that the fire of the soul wasn't quelled with their wishes. The initial snap to that comment found itself met with a grin instead. Gold always held a measure of approval for the decisive.
"Even people traveled cross country for less? Hah! Not that you need to be part of the crowd yourself, but people paint their own value on experiences."
He finds himself attentive while they explain the magic of their regimen. There's a foundation to take note of, and just from their appearance alone does the presence of a traveler comes to light. Gold assumes it pretty much has to be the case. His nose wriggled at the mention of a very key age. "Same age I found myself flying out the door and never looking back."
Even if solidarity wasn't what he tried to glean, all the same, finding people in this potential ballpark explained some things.
"You're here, but you're having wishes of turning back aches into miracles. Clearly things can be better, ain't no shame in that! A guy like me loves a good R&R trip as the next person. ...So. What work out there keeps yer time that backlogged?" He inevitably asks Lack-Two.
After being this nosy, time to commit.
“Hello neighbor.” They are reading off of a clipboard. “Do you enjoy helping out your community? If so, I have a deal for you. Introducing, skull scouts.” They hold up a box of cookies in their other hand. “We are a nonprofit community using the money you donate to enrichen the lives of those less fortunate. Would you like to buy a box of Skull Roulette cookies for the mere price of ten dollars?”
Half of the cookies are filled with caramel. The other half are filled with takis honey hot sauce. There is no physical indication of the difference between the two. That’s what makes them roulette cookies.
"........."
For a fleeting moment, Gold had to peer around, giving a double-triple check if this wasn't an act just lined with cameras. They were practically treating that clipboard as gospel in order to bring enticement to this pitch!
Frankly? He found it hilarious, he gets it, but on the other hand, there's something novel where the potential customer got to see a live recital. "Skull scouts. Thiiiiink I've heard a thing or two on that." He follows up, clearly lying in the name of just making a smoother transition. The field of cookie warzones are well beyond him. Even for the non-profiteers in his book!
Though hustling the funds together is exactly that. Being the proud holder of an adventurous note in his heart answered the monetary question before it was asked. From his red jacket would his Politoed wallet be plucked, the appropriate funds drawn seamlessly.
"Two boxes! But, as a wallet slinging customer, I'd like to see the product for freshness. I wanna know that crunch is a promise. We can consider this building a good rep wit'cha customer base."
@skullkxd
"I kinda wish I could go to a Chiropractor because it seems so relaxing. I just don't have time so I opt for Lucario to walk on my back..."
"If relaxin is the ticket you want, nothing beats the ol' fashioned hot springs in Johto. Some of Ho-Oh's blessings upon mountain ranges could possibly get'cha bones back into shape with how good they mend ya up."
It was clear there was a share of different taste carried. So! Why not get a better idea on their current wish?
"..But uh, dude how bad is it getting anyways? You've been forgetting the morning stretches?"
My man Ethan how you holding up!
"Horrible..!"
Takes a DEEP BREATH.
"The world to this day is still confused on my fair name!" GOLD announces, dramatically turning himself away from being viewed. Hair like his does wonder in adding the dramatic hiding of his face. A shadow of judgement being showcased as this weird ass encounter happened anew.
Honestly? Learning about that Alolan deal of Ultra Wormholes, alternate continuities, not to mention how parallel replacements have been really popular in movies now days, the Dex holder here couldn't be remotely surprised! Yet, there's another thought that finds itself stirred deep within, cast by a wild flame, tempered by the constant encounters that made him as enduring as the best of steel types.
See, dragon would've been put here, but he'd rather die than have the attitude of a dragon trainer.
"Names Gold, remember, staple it to your mind, hire some occult host of psychic times to burn the memory onto your soul. I've been called Ethan and Jimmy too many goddamn times!"
"I DUNNO WHO THE HELL THOSE PEOPLE ARE!!"
HC; The Modern Day.
So where can you spot this man? it's a wholly fair question. Gold isn't the type to really settle give his line of work. Being part of some secret org known as the Dex Holders often attunes to discovery, worldly protection, and a realm of adventure that can literally have him all across the planet. (Or some planes beyond. Pokemon never stops coming up with their unique circumstances and abilities.)
The lack of grounds however ensures a sense of ease that can spark meetings unexpected places. Keeping a steady and improving hands with companions, colleagues and conspirators, indulging on a personal quest for his own partner Pokemon or some new faces to help make ends meet, there's no shortage to how he'll operate.
That said there's a fair amount of in and out times you'll catch him in his home nation of Johto throughout a year's timespan. Visiting his ma and Pokemon family, prodding fun at those oddball Bellsprout monks, down to familiarizing himself with some tunes DJ Mary decks on the radio while visiting the game center, he holds a quieter pride in familiarizing himself within his old stomping grounds. Back during his days as a shrimp, things were so hectic there wasn't time to enjoy as much.
Things that haunt him, struggles that weighed heavy weren't really aligned with locations much as it was a measure of self reflection and looking within. Gold has been someone who has been his own big enemy compared to any criminal-esque foes his whims and goals drew him across. Turning that charisma factor from a deflective measure of shielding (keeping others out), to having it truly be an enjoyed aspect of him took time, knocks on the head, and the right people getting him on the straight and narrow.
Best part? The authenticity bleeds into his actions. There's a measure of 'Gold-ism' to how he operates, and despite how people come to explain it, it's more seamlessly felt when you spend some time with him.
His Pokemon will always be an avid reflection of that. You get the impression they're more of a team joined together, rather than a trainer leading his group.
Siiiiiiiiiiip.
Ah! Nothing beats some fresh squeezed lum berry punch. Its the kind of clarity a guy like him can thank for days on end.
For example, during times like this where he proceeds to kick that 'No Gold Zone' sign off to the way. Just hearing the way it fell helplessly to the ground charged a serene feeling through him.
"They know full damn well that guys like me never listen to those.."
Takes a completely unnecessary and dramatic pause upon the table, a single rose between his lips, golden eyes shining with mischief as he made sure to bring this extra table over so it didn't make an issue at her drink table. Proceeds to bat his eye lashes for that extra bit of 'oomph.' "You know. Out of all the hella deep talks we shared n' stuff, I don't think I ever popped the proper question that needed poppin' here! So, Serena." "Can I have your nummmmmber~?"
He cannot be serious. This is, by far, the most ridiculous display her eyes have ever been cursed to look upon. The bringing over of the table was akin to nails on a chalkboard, the rose enough to make the champion uneasy. The eyelash batting. Surely, this is the result of some dare. Surely no-one is so detached from reality, she thinks, that they believe this set-up could possibly work.
"No."
Her reply is short, to the point. A little harsher than Serena intended, but somehow part of her believes anything lacking such a tone might not be taken as an absolute answer. She is quick to stand, mortification barely hiding behind composed features. Eyes dart around the room, looking for someone— anyone— she recognises enough to excuse herself and hurried walk over to.
"People are watching. Keep it professional. Please."
Crystal:
“Of course you’d treat this like a trip down Route 29.”
Those unfamiliar with the ways of the Catcher might only hear the scold in the words, a haughty insistence that such new and unstable research be taken seriously. She was, after all, that Super Serious Gal that only a few years prior could be caught wagging her finger after a pair of troublemaking boys in the midst of any kind of danger that might surround them.
But for him, the sun of their celestial pair, only warmth and excitement could be found glittering in steel blue eyes as they whirled to meet his.
Crys was hardly able to contain herself ever since Professors Elm and Oak had approached them with the information from Interpol, and the stack of papers she all but dropped with a thunk! on the table between them was a testament to all the preparation she’d been possessed to get done as soon as they confirmed their new adventure.
“Then we’re in good hands!”
Briefly her gaze drifted to the psychics they’d gathered for this important task. Porrima rested nearby, the dutiful Xatu gazing unblinking towards the sky in that manner Crys knew the motherly avian to be scanning in her own way with her psychic power, but never drifting far from the other two, almost like a mother bird ready to send off her nestlings. For little Gothi, this was going to be a big step for her. Crys paused, just long enough to run an encouraging hand over the top of the violet creature’s head, before swiping up the top page from her uniquely organized pile.
“I heard that someone local managed to get ahold of one of the creatures that can open the wormholes, so when we’re ready, we’ll meet up from there as our start point.”
It was obvious that the Catcher was all but physically restraining herself from expressing the envy in how she pursed her lips, staring hard at the line of text that listed the names “Solgaleo” and “Lunala” under classification numbers that the directory had listed for these strange Ultra Beasts. But it was a consolation that they’d be supplied with special “ultra balls” to aid them in their quest, and a balm on her pride as a catcher.
“There’s a thousand and one questions left to answer though, with how new this development as been, and we have to take care to document our findings even – or maybe even especially – while we explore. You read the files on Ultra Beasts, right? Incredible stuff, I still can’t believe they declassified all of that for us. Do you think there’s much by way of control we’ll be able to do once we’ve entered the wormhole? Is it restricted to dimensions or is there an element of time distortion? Oh, if only Silver were able to come! His history with theoretical physics would have offered so much extra insight. We’ll have to bring him something back.”
She was off.
“Granted, Interpol doesn’t typically work with civilians in this way, so there’s the mystery of how deep this could also run if it’s monitored so heavily by the global authorities. They deliberately may not have wanted him to look through all this classified information. Which is a shame considering everything he could offer to an expedition like this, there’s no doubt something troubling could be working in the background. I wouldn’t put it above anyone we’ve encountered before to have been enraptured by the notion of cross-dimensional travel. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? On the other hand, I doubt that the technology to maintain it without the special circumstances we’ve been offered have even had a chance to be studied outside of the means of Interpol, so perhaps-”
Any such continuation would find itself stunned into haphazard and mushy silence (well, not so much silent) as his eager lips immediately seized her cheek in an abrupt kiss. Doled with pokepuff-fulls of affection and contentment. Eager as he was to see her excited, the encyclopedia wide explanation could find itself using a slight break. So why now throw his dash of impulse into the mix to be such a stopgap? It also just feels good as all hell to let this superstar know that she’s gonna be finding appreciation in all facets.
As a matter of fact, that pride also went to him, as a disbelieving stare of one of the security branches spotted them amidst such a move. While he certainly plays the predictable suit and minds his business, once behind the duo, a small locket with their own specific sweetheart would be sought and doled over while giving a lonesome sight.
Long term jobs just sucked like this sometimes.
Not for Gold however! He edges back, beaming towards her as a boyish smirk settles on his features. “Whooooa there tiger, we’re gonna be needing every lil pinch of that processing power for what’s ahead!”
Gold most certainly was treating this as trip down a journey to once reviewed domains. The tropical atmosphere manages to beat out the sterile atmosphere any official building would usually keep. It was a trait of Alola that never failed in just bringing forth this sense of belonging, as if he could make a whole damn get away home here. A quick moment is taken to mull over her constant wonders as they remain comfortably stationed within the preparation decks. Explotaro as the primary vanguard found himself stationed by the entryway, contently vibing, finding a sense of serenity as the extended family of Pokemon and people before him.
Luckily, home always succeeded to follow him wherever he goes. This lifestyle of constantly being on the road was a welcomed adjustment.
Timpani on the other hand.. This whole spiel about time distortions and alternate realities managed to kick an anxious nerve. If their latest adventures involving global megalomaniacs had anything to say in terms of involvement, to be literal planets and planes away from their Earth, the very earth that she managed to get a lifelong synch with when it comes multiple energies that offered a content mood and potentially run into worse? Well, she has every damn reason not to be happy!
Togetaro, who remained by Xatu couldn’t resist outwardly snickering at her plight. She was so much fun to spook for a reason!
Gold briefly busies himself looking at the beautifully drawn out files that lay before his eyes. He was giving it partial attention at best, her words being a bigger primary to roll around in his mind.
“Hell, if anything, how deep can it go at this point? The guy would’ve been ready to have nothing but friction to these suits anyways. Shoot, I’m a good moments away from wanting to sling their ties a lil tighter on ‘em. That perpetual sensation of feeling watched is why I hate these damn places.”
“But yeah, I gave things a good run over. Best info out there to get our partners all set. ..All the paperwork though is just too formal, makes ‘em sound way overblown then they actually may be, a good feel of spirit on the other hand as we encounter ‘em? I’m sure that’ll be a proper concrete judge.”
...Hm. Not a half bad question.
“Ahhh, maybe. Given that briefing they offered up earlier, they’ve lost over five years of sleep tryin’ to get the fine details covered. S”might be why the psychics are pivotal, a less wild and taxing way to move in that space..” That was the best conjecture Gold could draw up in the current moment anyways. Easing up his arm from Crystal’s shoulders, he takes that moment to go through the offered lockers of supplies, plucking out the required rations, health items and a fine variety of Beast Balls to stash up into his stock.
“Ah! And a gift for that stick in the mud? If all that alternate junk is true, maybe a remix of his fav show is out there. We’ll snag him that and a couple-a snacks.” Crystal was absolutely right, he was treating this like they were heading to a different town!
He forwardly does the same for Crystal’s locker, getting the necessary materials before bringing them back to table, in particular, gathering these internet-y looking pokeballs, holding up the pack to her.
“If anything Crys.” A knowing smile-smirk blooms. “I think they have to get ready for the #1 fan here, you. I always knew you were a starry gal, and hell, I love my shock n’ share of adventures too. It’s a first that I’ve seen you go to snooze so automatically..”
“Made it hard for me to even sleep a wink, that hype of yours is pretty infectious when ya get in the zone there.”
Their situation was about as clear cut as it could be managed. In this ever gracious and wondrous world of Pokemon, a new case arises, new power dawns, and ultimately the process where everything assimilates is the most vivaciously chaotic part of the whole process.
Gold simultaneously revels and outright hates it. Truly depends on the time and situation.
Right now? Given his precious partners tucked by his side tied with the every so studious and renown lady in his company, there was a clear vigor that was exercised in each step, exemplifying that go-getting nature as they found themselves marching clear through the one amiably hidden bases of Interpol. Dex Holders privilege, but by all damn means does he fully intend to exercise it.
"Heheh. Surprised ya managed to even get a wink of sleep with that familiar itch in your hand," It was a gentle tease, fondness carried over the depth of the one known as Crystal Lynne's accomplishments.
"Even with all this world flip-floppin' business, gotta love it when some baseline rules be out here keepin' the same."
The structure of the base found itself tucked like a sore thumb within nature. If it hadn't been for the modest growing surge of these buildings, particularly developed to be within the vicinity of Ultra Wormholes, there wasn't a doubt in Gold's mind that Interpol would be five miles deep in magma baths formed for fire types. Even now, brisk, gentle winds would breeze by the gated fixtures outside, allowing the palm trees to sway to an invisible tune.
Stress the ear well enough and distant melodies of local Primarina could be heard bringing a natural jubilance to the seasides.
Gold found himself shameless in how close he kept to Crystal, practically by the hip, basking in that natural satisfaction of their shared time leading to a new adventure. While the premise in itself was good enough, the idea of this being a new experience for them and their partner Pokemon, it draws a prideful feeling within his chest. It even made his more exploratory nature simmer as he checks at his Pokegear.
"New update too. Said they'll have all the equipment we need for some safe travel. Just need our ever dependable psyhics here in the name of good transport." Naturally he refers to Timpani and their 'Not so little' Gothi. Fondly looking back on how they raised that little troublemaker makes it impossible to resist the temptation to sling an arm around her shoulders, professionalism be damned. This is how professionals like them get set up.
"Still got the old deets for the purpose of this travel? Buncha intergalactic hot mess, findin' in sealing up points of distortion.."
There goes that tempting waggle of his brow once again.
"Explooooorin' some new worlds?"
@starmarkcd
I think it's absolutely new to no one that Gold has his share of insecurities. Where his primarily lie are in the field comparisons as the idea of how he reflects off of others serves as pretty important. (And stunted growth in terms of his personality.) In turn however, his companions ironically wound up being individuals that he focused on too hard compared to him, despite the many gifts he does bring to the metaphorical table.
To touch briefly on that idea of Dex Holder titles, there was a real chip involved when it comes to proving who he was exactly at the tender, knuckleheaded age of 10. Being drawn into situations where he often felt like 'second choice' or the 'option if someone idk broke their arm or some shit' never failed making him feel some type of way. Even when he took the approach to adventuring the world at large, that... never quite escaped him.
The sad thing was that he found himself adamantly blind to it. He could get pep talks, rare moments of clarity, or just a proper kick in the ass.
However those same deals really flipped back up as soon as the un-remedied situation situation crops back up. A lack of the professors or their organized group needing him. At this point, it was a festering throne.
That is, until he realized that his insecurities wound up giving one of his toughest lil Pokes their own share, just like his.
All because he ignored that eagerness to be realized, just as he perceived others do to him.
Literally need this whole damn page for this.
Gold's love for Pokemon partners (and just Pokemon in general) is one of those few prime things that gets a hard head like his seeing right. Where his pettiness, selfishness and more stubborn tendencies easily get swept to the side. This is what truly opened him up to not only accepting that he needs broader perspective, but to always try to keep a view out for the angles of other people, even while being unapologetically himself.
Beyond that? Watching Togetaro come to adamantly fight so damn hard, seeing that frustration in someone he raised, it was the perfect wake up call to truly start appreciating himself a lot damn better. Turns that confidence from a facade that was sprinkled with ingenuity to a proper stance of just being happier with himself. To actually take a damn look in the mirror and not just be fussing over his hair, but to get a glimpse of all the badass things he's added to the table.
Not to mention, learning this his own personal approval on his own merit is pretty empowering.
What do things like being Gold means? What does being the esteemed 'Hatcher' entails? A part of his journey is more selfishly inclined to discovering himself.
arcane starters
❝ i’m going. are you coming with me or not? ❞ ❝ you see this look on my face? this will always mean it’s time to shut up. ❞ ❝ you gonna get that door open any time soon? ❞ ❝ yeah, well, can’t escape the past. right? ❞ ❝ nothing feels impossible when i’m with you. ❞ ❝ if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both a fox and a wolf. ❞ ❝ despite it all…i can tell you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞ ❝ what matters is that we’re together. ❞ ❝ i will give you the world, if you prove you can take it. ❞ ❝ you don’t seem to grasp how serious this is. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen this power in the wrong hands. it corrupts, consumes, lays waste to civilizations. ❞ ❝ when did you get so comfortable living in someone else’s shadow? ❞ ❝ my back is to the world that was smiling when i turned. ❞ ❝ real power doesn’t come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. it comes to those who will do anything to achieve it. ❞ ❝ we can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone. ❞ ❝ we’ve all had bad days. but we learn. and we stick together. ❞ ❝ you carry your chin so high, you fail to see the opportunity below. ❞ ❝ oh, the misery. everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ listen, i’m sorry for disappearing last night. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see you again. ❞ ❝ you weren’t always the peacekeeper, were you? ❞ ❝ when people look up to you, you don’t get to be selfish. ❞ ❝ we are definitely not supposed to be here. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t have done it without you. ❞ ❝ you mistake arrogance for bravery. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand? ❞ ❝ what was that? what the hell happened back there? ❞ ❝ we’re almost there. ❞ ❝ i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other. ❞ ❝ i expect better from you than excuses. ❞ ❝ go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of. ❞ ❝ there’s this thing…in your head, and it’s raging. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, right? what’s important is that we don’t repeat them. ❞ ❝ there’s a monster inside all of us. ❞ ❝ you have to believe me. i didn’t do this. ❞ ❝ a little danger is worth the risk, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ tell me your nightmares and fantasies. ❞ ❝ all i see is a boy meddling with things he doesn’t understand. ❞ ❝ one day…this city’s gonna respect us. ❞ ❝ i ruined everything. i always do. ❞ ❝ i feel like you and i get off on the wrong arm. ❞ ❝ i can hear the sound of our hearts beat. ❞ ❝ take a breath. you can do this. ❞ ❝ you don’t know war. i do. ❞ ❝ there must be something else we can do. some other way. we’ll make a new plan. ❞ ❝ you got a good heart. don’t ever lose it, no matter how the world tries to break you. ❞ ❝ nobody wins in war. ❞ ❝ i think it’s time to say goodbye. ❞ ❝ what makes you different makes you strong. always remember that. ❞ ❝ is that why you came? to insult me? ❞ ❝ this question lingers before you: have you had enough? ❞ ❝ magic is far too dangerous in the wrong hands. ❞ ❝ i pray our love will always stay. ❞ ❝ how did you get in? there’s guards everywhere. ❞ ❝ i’m just…not that man anymore. ❞ ❝ the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing. to become what they fear. ❞ ❝ i trusted you. and you betrayed me. ❞ ❝ i want to fight. i can help. ❞ ❝ you did what you had to do to survive. ❞ ❝ i need to know that i can rely on you. ❞ ❝ you’ll get people killed. for what? pride? ❞ ❝ i’m proud of you. always have been. ❞ ❝ your problem is never knowing when to shut up. ❞ ❝ you’re the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world. ❞ ❝ did you even stop to think about what could have happened to you? ❞ ❝ i suppose that concludes our business, then. ❞ ❝ when you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. ❞ ❝ we’re not gonna be caught. we’ll be in and out before anyone notices. ❞ ❝ if you’re done beating yourself up, let’s go home. ❞ ❝ listen, i don’t want any trouble, okay? ❞ ❝ stop talking to me like i’m a child. ❞ ❝ i thought we could walk together. ❞ ❝ in what mad world would i trust someone like you? ❞ ❝ you’re all i have left. i can’t lose you. ❞ ❝ fear haunts us all. ❞ ❝ you know what your problem is? you expect everyone to give you what you want. ❞ ❝ i just…i just want her to be safe. ❞ ❝ we’ve accomplished a lot together. and there is more yet to achieve. ❞ ❝ you never did know when to walk away. ❞ ❝ that pain that makes it feel like it’ll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater. ❞ ❝ it’s a sad truth that those who burn brightest often burn fastest. ❞ ❝ we’re almost there. ❞ ❝ sometimes death is a mercy. ❞ ❝ do you ever say ‘thank you’? ❞ ❝ loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind. ❞ ❝ you’re praying for my fall. ❞ ❝ every time i think you can’t get dumber, you dig a new low. ❞ ❝ i don’t even know your name. ❞ ❝ no monster’s gonna get you when i’m here. ❞ ❝ that place looks like it has bodies in the basement. ❞ ❝ you failed. don’t disappoint me again. ❞ ❝ i know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us? ❞ ❝ why? why would you risk this? ❞ ❝ take your place at my side. it’s where you belong. ❞ ❝ get ahold of yourself. i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ you’re just a little man in a little hole the world forgot to bury. ❞ ❝ if dangerous ideas didn’t excite the imagination, we would never wander astray. ❞ ❝ it’s all right. at least you’re okay. ❞ ❝ i wish i could say it gets easier, but i’d be lying. ❞ ❝ today’s screw-up will set us back weeks. ❞ ❝ don’t be so concerned. i’m about to make your day. ❞ ❝ you’re stronger than you think. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen your face around here. ❞ ❝ in the pursuit of greatness, we failed to do good. ❞ ❝ i would set the world ablaze to protect our family. ❞ ❝ i have to get home. it isn’t safe for me here. ❞
"Howdy~~"
"Quite a day at the ranch in the fine pokewest, no?" Except there was no said ranch anywhere in the middle of town.
Nor any reason to be speaking like a cowboy. Yet, Gold is out here.
@gxldenstreak asked:
Proceeds to hand them a walking cane.
Offers no context outside of a thumbs up. “Figured you’d need this a lot more than me.”
🌸 ███ HAND GRIPS THE WALKING CANE only for them to reach over & bonk gold on the head with it. proper bonk too, full comedic BOINK ! effect & everything. little stars even appeared to emphasize the whole deal. ＂ stuff it you dumb babyhead.＂
THIS FRICKIN'!!
One stumbling step back, followed by another, equally dramatized tears were spilling down his face as the ferocious temptation for a headache pounds wickedly at his skull. So this is the thanks he gets for his well placed kindness!?
A deeeep breath! Be the bigger person Gold! (Quite literally.) Peace can not be established if the both of you are actively donning stank faces at the sight of each other!
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"After winding up getting abused by the elderly?" Again, a weird point to make when he looks like the older one! "And after I came alllllll the way here to bestow you some gifts. Haven't you heard that violence is never the answer?"
Says a hypocrite on this matter.
“Oh no, it’s you.” | aquaffensive. 💙
Now wasn't this sweet, jigglypuff levels of music to his ears.
Without, y'know, the spontaneous falls into a food level brand of coma. Misty's clear distaste fashioned in fine sarcasm serves to be a compliment of sorts. It allows a particular warmth to burgeon and bloom within this heart filled with grit.
Yet even now, he couldn't resist in allowing himself to swoon~ as he could practically feel her eyes driving the force of a thousand suns into his very being. "It is I, the one n' only, the best brand of trouble along the Pokemountains n' not to mention the pokeseas~" Gold resumes, doing a particular good job in not letting a bastardish grin bloom upon his face.
Mostly. It could only last for so long.
"The life of the party, at'cha service." He pridefully notes while allowing for his arm to find purchase upon her shoulder, leaning upon it while daring in a oh so contently fashion as he peers deep into Misty's bright eyes.
"It's okay, you can feel free to sparkle at muchhh as ya like, I ain't gonna mind!"
It'll only inflate his ego, a lil bit.
@wishmcker
