THE CHARMER.

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ANTONIO.

“Um,” he croaked, hoping Ruby wouldn’t have asked that last question. 

“I work for one of the local boatyards.” Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. It was the same lie he prescribed to his parents every time they called to check up on him, but what did it matter. It was likely these two wouldn’t every speak to eachother ever again, so Antonio felt very comfortable in lying to him. 

“You know,” he said, preferring to redirect the conversation in a different direction - away from his Aqua-affiliated duties. “I have to continue to search the shore until I find the PokeNav… if you want, you can tag along with me and just take any of the other stuff I keep finding on the shore. There’s a lot more than what I showed you, but Mudkip and I don’t have a lot of pocket space, so we’ve been throwing things back into the ocean as we’ve found them.”

Antonio wasn’t sure of where this hospitality was coming from. A part of him was already slightly annoyed by how pompous this kid was, but as long as Ruby didn’t yap for too long, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? Besides, it might be nice to get some advice from him on how to better train Mudkip…

           ❝ boatyard? ❞ his eyes narrow, brows scrunching together in a moment of trying to imagine working out in the sun all day ( bad for your skin-!! ), wading through water and constantly smelling the saltwater aroma, ❝ well, that’s... interesting, i guess. ❞ he juts out his lower lip─ intentionally avoiding the inclusion of the word ‘boring’ in his assessment. 

all thoughts are lost as he looks up to antonio with a gleam in his eyes at his offer. 

his mindset completely redirects; he completely forgets his train of thoughts regarding antonio’s line of work ( perhaps a bit selfishly since the new direction gears in his favor ). feeling his trainer’s excitement, swampert looks up from where he plays with mudkip and blinks curiously. 

❝ brilliant! we accept your offer! ❞ he grins, showing no hesitation in taking up the opportunity that has been presented. his eyes trail over to the mudkip, lips curling into a gentler, kinder smile, ❝ in return, i’m sure i can come up with something for this little guy! ❞ ruby walks closer, careful to approach the new pokémon slowly, ❝ nothing too flashy, of course! i’ve been fixing up zuzu here ever since he was a mudkip, too. ❞ he reminisces, smiling to himself at the memories. wading a bit closer, he beams down at the mudkip. 

❝ what a beautiful texture! you must take very good care of him. ❞ ruby observes. he straightens out a bit and walks back over to antonio, scoffing a little as his pant legs become the victim of another wave that laps the shoreline.

❝ so, how far out do you usually go for things like this? i assume you’re well versed, given your profession. ❞

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ANTONIO.

Studying the Pokemon with admiration, Antonio watched as the Swampert practically glided across the water, reaching the hidden pearl in a matter of seconds - an effortless showing of it’s strength and agility. 

To think that someday, Mudkip might evolve into that… 

Of course, the hard part was getting Mudkip to train seriously enough in the first place, but before Antonio could think any more on the subject, he was snapped out of his reverie once Ruby began monologuing about his current costume ideas. 

He sure loves to get up and close to people… and talk… a lot…

“Well,” he said, preferring not to answer Ruby’s first question; he wasn’t about to tell this kid that he could care less about Pokemon Contests. While he certainly respected how much training, effort, and discipline went into being a Contest Coordinator, Antonio just wasn’t a romantic… not like Ruby, at least. He didn’t have an eye for spectacle or aesthetic; it just didn’t come naturally to him, and was never something he cared too much about.

“I’m actually out here looking for a PokeNav.” Antonio paused for just a second, weighing his words carefully. “My boss lost it here on the beach, and is making me search for it. So that’s what I’ve been up to for about an hour now,” he said, the dissatisfaction evident in his voice. As someone who aspired to become one of Team Aqua’s oceanographers, performing menial tasks such as searching for lost personal belongings was the last thing Antonio wanted to be doing right now. 

         he feels prideful in the looks his swampert is receiving from the stranger. he’s no stranger to praise─ even the slightest, most discrete glances fill the coordinator with joy. him and his pokémon have worked hard, after all! he follows antonio’s eyes to zuzu and smiles a softer, more genuine smile as he watches his pokémon interact with the adorable, young mudkip. in that moment, he’s not overly prideful or boasting, simply happy to see two of the mudkip line getting along so gleefully. 

he’s drawn out of his thoughts and returns his full attention to antonio once he’s started talking. a quirk of his brow signals mild confusion as his inquires on coordinating are seemingly dismissed. antonio appears to be one of the quieter people he’s met. he’s partly inclined to further the conversation in the direction of coordinating but, before he can, antonio’s answering the latter part of his question ( that he NEARLY forgot he asked. silly ruby-- ).

❝ sounds like some boss you got there, huh? ❞ his eyes narrow at the idea of being made to do someone else’s dirty work, literally, as a result of someone else’s mistake. ❝ an hour, though? that’s crazy. we haven’t been out here that long, and it kinda seems like exhausting work. ❞ he exhales, looking down at his legs, halfway in the water. ❝ we’ve found some cool stuff, at least. i don’t recall seeing a pokénav, though... but we’ll keep our eyes out for one! ❞ he nods, turning to zuzu for a brief moment.

❝ we still need a lot, anyway. enough for my entire team! ❞ ruby’s eyes search the shore while he speaks, ❝ what do you do, anyway? seems like an odd place to just.. lose an item like that. ❞

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red&ruby (fashion standards)

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???.

( starter for @haughtii )

Any place where people settle, there are beliefs. Belief, values, the proper way to be, whether or not everyone decides to conform with them. Similarities between cultures can be found for those curious to investigate, with the most common link between all being to love and care for pokémon, and especially your own.

And in Lumiose City, that also means styling your pokémon to the ninth degree and providing them with their own clothes to wear. Even the four-legged pokémon.

( Especially the four-legged pokémon. )

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          kalos is quickly on ruby. very, very quickly he’s come to adore the region. but, mostly, he’s in love with it’s aesthetic. specifically, most of the coordinators time has been enjoying the brilliance offered by lumiose city. never before has he felt more at-home in a city─ even more-so than goldenrod or lilycove. everywhere, people and pokémon were adorned to the highest degree. there are fashion stores littering the blocks, providing ruby and his team endless amount of opportunity to expand their collections. 

he sees himself spending a lot more time in this city.

most of his days are spent wandering the city. spending money, showing off, talking to people ( other coordinators, for the most part ) that recognize him. he hasn’t been in kalos too long, but ruby already feels he knows the city well. other than the alleyways, of course. but those are easy to avoid if he’s smart about where he treks. he’s spent time at the studios, as well, bathing in the attention he receives from onlookers and creating endless PV videos with each of his pokémon. it doesn’t take him long to adjust to lumiose’s high-end living style. 

the boutiques and restaurants also eat up a lot of his time. how special to be one of the few let in? of course, getting into the exclusive buildings wasn’t hard for ruby once he’d adapted to th city. it already feels like he’s been a citizen for years, learning what people liked and didn’t. at this rate, he could probably make a big name for himself!! 

okay, maybe that’s going overboard.

he tends to avoid battles when he can, though. how barbaric to disturb a meal with a battle. it’s one thing about the city that has ruby questioning their methods. but, hey, one little bump won’t destroy the experience! he’s trying to find a place to eat when he spots a poor sap attempting to get in. casually dressed, ruby notes. he can’t help but feel sorry for the person’s attempts. ever outgoing and charismatic, ruby approaches, more out of curiosity than anything. something’s familiar about the boy, but he’s not sure what.

❝ you’ll never get in looking like that, you know. ❞ amused laughter is directed to his fist as he closes the distance. ❝ a good attempt, though! but do you really think they’ll let you in with a casual t-shirt and jeans? you’d get bonus points if pikachu had accessories, too. i think you’ll find a much better time getting in with little improvements like that, yes? ❞

his intentions are good but, as ruby does, his words are a bit... egotistical. well, at least he’s trying. 

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                                            && ( @boulderabaisse​ )

          ❝ you know, steven, ❞  ruby  grumbles the words and he weaves around yet another stalagmite ( a recently acquired term to add to his vocabulary, thanks to steven ), his expression dropping as he nearly runs into the damned thing, ❝ this isn’t as glorious as i’d imagine. how do you manage this so often? it’s so... dark. and i feel so filthy! ❞ he vocalizes his complaints despite the overly dramatic tone of it all, quickening his stride to keep up with his companion. steven trekked through the cave so naturally that if ruby wasn’t so fed up with unfavorable the state he was in, he might actually be impressed.

he tries to direct his thoughts towards their goal as he stumbles after steven like a baby deerling: precious, beautiful gemstones. who better to seek them out with than steven, the gem master himself?  

steven stone: a name and face all too familiar to the ruby-eyed coordinator. yet, while they had yet to connect on a personal level beyond the formalities of working alongside each other, ruby found himself curious about the champion. he doesn’t quite understand why and he’s not about to admit underlying interest with mr. stone─ after all that’s happened, ruby doesn’t know anything about him other than what he knows about his public figure: a battling and archaeological genius.  

it was for that reason, ruby was almost excited when he had to opportunity to seek a cave for gemstones alongside steven. well, and because he’d get new accessories for his pokémon afterwards. 

❝ you do know where we’re going, right...? ❞ he questions, directing his flashlight at the barren walls of the cave. no sign of gems. a low rumbling halts any further unnecessary complaints. ruby’s eyes narrow as he looks away from steven, pointing his flashlight towards the direction they had come from. the rumble steadily increases, earning another frown from the coordinator. 

❝ hey, what is that─? ❞ before he can acquire an answer, the rumbling turns into a roar of crashing. ruby doesn’t have to be an expert of caves to realize what’s happening. 

the cave was collapsing in on them. 

instinct takes reigns as ruby darts forward, running from the collapsing debris behind them. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t need a command from steven to know to get away in order to avoid being crushed. the dust being thrown up paired with the darkness makes it nearly impossible from ruby to know where he’s running. he can’t hear steven over the cries of the cave, but he trusts the champion can hold his own. 

he’s not quite sure how far they’ve gone─ luckily the path was pretty linear, before the rumbling eases up a bit. ruby doesn’t take any chances, keeping up his quick pace, following the outline of steven’s frame. as the noise fades, ruby slows. he’s panting by the time they come to a stop, now hearing only faint sounds of tiny rubble falling behind them. 

ruby rubs at his eyes─ now watering due to the amount of dust the collapse raised up. he brushes off his coat but to no avail. he turns to look behind him and takes a few steps back to stand beside steven, his heart falling. 

❝ we’re... ❞ he exhales slowly, exasperated, turning to finally look at his companion, ❝ we’re trapped now, aren’t we? ❞

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ANTONIO.

Antonio reeled back just a little, thrown off by the stranger’s sudden interest in his findings. What was he going on about the ocean’s beauty? Adorning something with what?

Uh,” he stammered, feeling rather sheepish at this moment. “I’m Antonio. And well, this is a Dowsing Machine. It helps me find interesting items that wash up on the beach.” Demonstrating it, he returned some of his findings back into his pocket and began to wave the contraption left and right, hoping that it’s antennae might pick up on something. “When I get close to an item, the two rods produce some kind of electrical current and the bulbs on the end start flashing and the screen starts beeping.”

Slowly, Antonio rotated in position, eyes locked onto the Dowsing Machine until finally, after having turned a full 180, a tiny beep was released from the machine. “See? There’s probably something nearby, right on the shore.”

          his eyes simply light up and, having no sense of personal space, ruby leans in close once antonio displays his dowsing machine. why hadn’t he thought of that - !? he has a friend he’s sure would have been happy to lend him their’s, but the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. ruby quickly shakes away the minor regret in favor of focusing his attention on antonio and his fancy machine. he shivers anxiously as he waits for it to pick up a signal, just as explained. 

 ❝ woa- ! ❞ he exclaims, following antonio’s direction. he casts a quick glance towards zuzu to make sure his swampert is still doing ok─ the pokémon is still gently playing with the mudkip─ and then immediately ( without asking permission, one may add, ) treading through the water towards the mystery item. he only grimaces slightly, still not fond of being so wet, but kneels down to search the shore for items.

sure enough, a small washed up pearl makes an appearance. with a wide grin, ruby picks it up from the sand.

❝ now that’s awesome, ❞ he turns back to face antonio, ❝ the natural gleam that reflects the light? simply beautiful! perfect! it’s a marvel how the ocean can preserve such wonders. ❞ he holds the pearl up to the sky, ❝ see, my team and i do contests, and we’re in desperate need of new outfits! i’m envisioning simple outfits with wonders from the ocean as accents to really bring out their features? doesn’t that sound beautiful? ❞ his tone is prideful; very excited to share his ideas, even without being prompted to do so.

❝ and what about you? what’s got you out here? ❞

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ruins of past

                                                                                      → ( @mortalshore )

          johto. ruby’s home region and the place he spent his childhood before heading off to hoenn. but, despite spending his early years of life, ruby never REALLY got to traverse johto like he did hoenn. he had been too young, too focused on training. but now that he’s older with the freedom and strength to go as he pleases, there’s nothing stopping him from visiting the region to discover what he missed out on when he was too young to travel on his own.

but, years later, ruby is still ruby: a coordinator with big dreams and a fussy demeanor. in truth, his visit to johto is to focus on the big cities and expand his reach as a growing star. maybe find some inspiration somewhere? new ideas for outfits? meet some famous johto stars? despite his goals to hit the major cities, there is one area ruby wishes to see before spending time away from the wilderness:

the ruins of alph. 

perhaps if ruby were younger, he wouldn’t care to visit such a place. but after the events unfolded with the legendarily in hoenn, there’s a part of him that is rather curious about such a place rich with legends and lore. time spent on the surface of the ruins is little before he heads into one at random. the little puzzles remind him of the braille in the titan’s lairs of hoenn.

and, just like that, he’s wandering the ruins, observing all of the signs on the walls and mysterious figures. he read a bit about the pokémon of the ruins, unown, but has yet to discover one. he more curious to see if there’s any relation to the legendaries he’s met─

a loud crash draws his attention away from the slab he’d been looking at. frantically, ruby looks around. his eyes barely catch a tall figure, not an unown. oh, how he hopes he doesn’t have to fight anything. 

❝ what in arceus’ name is that!? ❞ he reels, twisting back and forth with his flashlight to see if he can spot the source of the noise. just his luck. 

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???.

“Mudkip, stop! Come back here!”

Helplessly, Antonio ran after Mudkip, it’s tiny little feet somehow managing to outrun him as he dashed across the Lilycove shore. The two of them had been wandering about the water’s edge for the past hour or so; evidently, one of the Aqua admins had lost their PokeNav somewhere just outside the Hideout, and Antonio was the unlucky grunt who was cursed with the task of having to find it. 

With an incredibly crude Dowsing Machine leading the way, the two of them had been searching aimlessly for what felt like hours, seemingly only able to dig up an oddly colorful assortment of seashells, a few heart scales, a fire stone (which was, admittedly, a pretty nice find), and a few other random items.  It was at this moment, however, in the midst of their search that Mudkip spotted a familial curiosity in the distance - a Swampert, floating around the shallow water. 

Immediately starstruck, the little skipper dashed forward, eager to get a closer look at it’s evolutionary superior.

“Hey,” said Antonio, finally catching up, the distance between him and Mudkip now starting to close. “Sorry about that. I’m not looking for a battle. Mudkip just gets really excited when he sees another Mudkip. Er, well… a Swampert, in your case.“ 

          immediately, ruby relaxes with the knowledge that no battle is being sought out. his eyes drift to the mudkip and a smile tugs at his lips. he reminds ruby of zuzu when he was a mudkip, too. swampert, once he senses his trainer’s relaxation, lowers down to get as close to mudkip’s size as he can. swampert playfully blows bubbles into the water in greeting, more than happy to see one of his own kind. 

❝ oh? well if that’s the case, then no problem! ❞ ruby chirps, returning his gaze to the stranger, ❝ and, i mean, zuzu is pretty impressive. and it’s not everyday he gets to see another mudkip. ❞ the boasting of his own pokémon is probably unnecessary, but ruby’s never been one to have a filter. his eyes drift down to the person’s dowsing machine and own loot and, suddenly, there’s an even bigger gleam in ruby’s eyes. 

he leans forward with excitement practically radiating from his core. 

❝ those are BEAUTIFUL! ❞ he exclaims, ❝ how in hoenn did you find so many? see, zuzu and i have been looking for some all morning. i’ve got some crazy new ideas that simply have to be adorned with the ocean’s beauty. and those are all simply wonderful! c’mon, let me in on your secret! ❞ and he’s off, babbling and asking things of a stranger with no control. 

❝ oh! the name’s ruby, by the way. ❞

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???.

Cai looked around the table in the dimly lit dive and saw how each of the middle-aged men had this glint of disdain in their eyes when the youngest blackjack player at the bar confidently raised the stakes. “Ha!! Je gagne!” He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw all the balding, grumpy Kalosian men open their wallets and hand him their cash. That’s what they get for doubting him. Of course this was his home turf, but he thought by now that the rumors about him would have reached most other gamblers.

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          as the figure grows nearer, ruby’s confusion grows. his vision isn’t perfect but it doesn’t have to be for him to realize the person is RUNNING towards him. or, at the very least, swiftly walking. ruby takes a hesitant step to the side, mind ticking with options. should he run, too? is he being mugged? he despises battles but he’s prepared if he’s pushed to it. it’s only his first night in kalos and something crazy is happening. just his luck! 

his thoughts break when he’s being yelled at.

ok, maybe not REALLY yelled at, but ruby was never one to make light of any situation. the words confuse him. he just his lip out as he attempts to comprehend everything. tour guide?

❝ tour? what? who are─ ❞ he’s cut short by a flurry of footsteps following his ““guide’s”“. it’s only then that ruby realizes the stranger is being chased. oh. so that’s what he meant by ‘less than reputable’. ruby connects all the dots and, the moment he does, he bolts right after the stranger. while he’s confident he can properly fend for himself, he doesn’t quite feel like getting dirtied up when he’s supposed to be enjoying the city.

it’s not until they’re a safe distance ( or so ruby assumes. he prays he’s not wrong in trusting this stranger leading him through the city ) that ruby slows, maroon orbs narrow and questioning. 

❝ alright, hold up. who were those guys? why were they chasing you? and who are YOU? ❞ he pours the questions freely, adjusting his hat. manners. he needs to remember manners. ❝ i mean, er, thanks for warning me, i guess. ❞ he honestly is grateful he’s out of those alleyways, but... still in an unfamiliar area. ruby looks around then back to the stranger.

❝ assuming you aren’t ruthless like those hooligans we left behind, were you serious about that tour? ❞ leave it to ruby. 

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sea this-!? 

                                                                                    → ( @aqua-antonio​ )

           ❝ zuzu! look here! ❞ ruby yanks yet another seashell from the sand and waves it through the air until his swampert looks up from his own spot in the water. the pokémon blinks a few times before nodding with approval, earning a grin from ruby. the coordinator wades through the water─ he’s almost knee deep with his pants rolled up─ until he reaches swampert and places the shell gently in a basket that his pokémon carries.

their excursion had started earlier that morning. on the shores of lilycove, ruby and his faithful swampert, zuzu, seek out anything that could be used for accessories for ruby’s latest ideas. he’d been inspired by the sunshine that coated the beach when he began frivolously sketching, leaving him with the task of collecting a generous amount of shells, starfish, pearls... anything he can find to meet the requirement he seeks. 

once ruby’s hands are free once more, he begins searching again. swampert, simply happy to be in the water, resumes floating around in the shallow ends of the water, sticking close to his trainer.

❝ y’kno, zuzu, ❞ ruby begins, ❝ these outfits are all going to be STUNNING. i can’t wait to get them together! we need to find enough for everyone, though... ❞ he muses, carefully treading the shallows, ❝ though, honestly? i could do with less... wet. i feel filthy! no offence, though, buddy. ❞ he scoffs as he brushes some sand off his coat. swampert simply rolls his eyes and wanders deeper into the water. the pokémon doesn’t go far before pulling himself into a standing position and alerting ruby with a curt cry─ someone’s approaching.

ruby straightens out and adjusts his glasses ( he’s only wearing them to aid in finding things in the water─ otherwise he’d opt to ditch them ) to get a better look at the other figure on the beach. he’d chosen a secluded part for a reason─ to avoid others!

❝ hey, you need somethin’? ❞ he questions, ❝ and, no, i’m not looking for a battle if that’s what you want. ❞  

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Ruby is the best trainer I will fight you on this

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♦ take a chance ♦

                                                                                          → ( @gambler-caito​ )

          kalos. he’s finally here! a region full of beautiful, expansive cities unlike any he could find in johto or hoenn. even goldenrod can’t compare to the beautifully lit up streets of lumiose city. he’s only just stepped out of his hotel to explore the city, and ruby’s eyes are already ablaze with curiosity and wonder. he’d only arrived that morning and, as much as he’d wanted to begin his exploration of the city as soon as possible, he needed to locate his hotel to drop off his things. but now, unpacked and checked in, ruby is more than ready to enjoy all kalos has to offer. starting with lumiose. 

where better to start than shopping? kalos specifically is home to high end fashion; ruby has ended the region’s celebrities since he began to learn of the other regions. his mind is already stirring with ideas of new outfits for both himself and his pokémon. perhaps he could draw new strategies inspired by the region, as well. he’s also heard of the region’s own studios, something he could possible partake in, too...

his thoughts are occupied, and lumiose isn’t exactly the easiest to navigate. he’s been doing a bit of window shopping as the sun sets. his time was limited by his later arrival to the city from hoenn─ but he never thought that would impair his exploration of the city. but with the sunlight fading quickly and the streets blending together, it’s not a surprise when ruby stops in an alley. one that he swears he just went down.  

❝ lost already? seriously? ❞ his brows twitch. all the streets look the same, and he can’t remember where he turned prior. ruby walks down a few more alleyways, frustration growing as he faces more turns and dead ends. his irritation is growing as does his impatience. he can only hope no hooligans decide to show up.... 

noise in the alley catches his attention.

❝ hey! who’s there? ❞ his tone is sharp and filled with annoyance as maroon eyes narrow, trying to make out the figure manifesting in the shadows. 

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hey there! i’m lexi (previously hikari buttt her muse wasn’t as strong as i thought.. sorry-!!) & i’m gonna be writing for ruby! it’s about time i get things started, sooo...

in this rendition, i’ll be playing him as norman’s child following the game’s plot, but pretty much everything else about him is manga based! him being a coordinator, his team, personality, and whatnot. hope thats okaay with everyone? c: 

since im notoriously bad at random starter calls, please let me know if you’d like to plot something with hoenn’s bratty coordinator! he’s a lot more mellow than he leads on i promise