Indie, low-activity RP blog for Pokemon OC Alric Winters. Sideblog to Mirroredranger. Contains mentions of PTSD. FC: Oscar Webster from Violet Evergarden.
@mindovermechanics asked: [text] Someone uploaded your performance online. You did a really amazing job.
[text] Please tell Nova that as well.
While she had been down at the thought of Alric missing her performance, it hadn't occurred to her that someone was bound to record and stream it somewhere. Three cheers for the social media era.
[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Dad ] thank you <3 i'm glad you were able to see it
[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Dad ] Nova outdid herself
[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Dad ] she was apprehensive about performing at first so i need to make it up to her
The whole apartment smells of aromatherapy, but it's not helping. Alric is shaking, gripping the arms of his wheelchair as the channel reveals scene after scene of the fallen Silph Co. Tower. The tugging on his arms feels distant until his eye contact with the television is broken by Cici crawling onto him. Didi turns off the television and helps turn Alric away. Eventually, his phone is shoved into his hands so he can text someone. Didi helps him type what he wants to say to Blake.
An earthquake? So soon after the fires too. The city surely can't stand it after something like this. He pulls off his gloves and calls out his Umbreon. They're going to need help with search and rescue.
An Umbreon approaches with life ring in his mouth like it is a frisbee. The item is clearly stolen, and has been missing since the night before. Seems someone didn’t have enough time to turn the item into the scavenger hunt.
Blake gets up, ready to stop another scavenger, but stops short when he sees the Umbreon. No, it's not his, his would have rolled over and displayed his belly the moment Blake was in sight. But this guy was plodding on the boat, returning the life ring.
He can't be mad. At least it was smart enough to return it. Blake gently tugs it out of the eon's mouth. "Hey, good boy. Be careful about taking things that don't belong to you, alright?" He offers a hand to let the Umbreon sniff it before petting it.
Something was bothering Meowstic. She kept climbing up Alric before jumping down. She ran ahead to his mailbox before getting down on all fours to run and pounce back onto her trainer's lap. "Mao! Meow!"
Unlike the last three times she made this loop while Alric was talking to his neighbor, he caught the psychic cat in his hands. "What's gotten into you?"
The woman Alric was talking to chuckled. "Maybe she foresaw something good in the post. You know how sensitive they are."
Meowstic was squirming. "She's just never acted like this before." The psychic type tried to catch her trainer's lap with her back legs, just barely missing with each swipe.
"Maybe she thinks your boyfriend sent something in the post," the neighbor laughed as Alric's face turned red. His shock was enough for Meowstic to wiggle free. With a wink and a wave, Alric's neighbor walked away. "I'll have you be to collect your post."
It took him a minute before Alric realized he wasn't breathing. He finally exhaled. "Aha, no." A deep breath Alric fixing his posture. "Alright, let's see what I got."
Meowstic was practically wiggling as the door to Alric's mailbox swung open. The sole item was in a wide envelope. Meowstic's eyes followed Alric's hand a he pulled it out. The edges of it had a metallic violet trim. Alric's breath hitched.
The last time he saw this envelope, he couldn't forget it. It came with Feu's pokeball. Carefully, Alric wiggled his finger under the seal, ripping the top open.
The card inside was just like the one sent with the pokeball.
'Dear Alric Winters,
You are formally invited to a a rematch with gym leader Olympia at the Anistar Gym-'
Alric's heart was racing, he couldn't finish reading it. Was this real? He held it up to the light. Meowstic tried to swipe at the card. "No, no no," he petted his Pokemon. She headbutted his cheek. "I get it, you saw this coming. We'll have to accept, don't we?"
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“Yes, they were,” Ayueg said, as he continued to walk along. “Humans like you…and me. There's four of us humans in total who have been summoned to save the world. ...well, now five, including you.”
He paused. “I’m sure you have some questions. Feel free to ask away.”
Well, that was a relief. He wasn't alone. But yet, there were still concerns. Why were there so many crises that required a human?
Sorting through the questions in his mind, Alric came to the first. "I don't suppose you know what influences what Pokemon a human becomes. I never thought that a ralts would fit me. I'd have thought more like my starter, a Fennekin." He chuckled, it sounded like a silly question to pose now that he said it.
The earnest affection in Alric's greeting take her by surprise and she falters. Pressing her balled-up hand against her lips is all she can do to keep herself from gasping or even letting out a sob. No one besides her aunt has ever called her anything remotely affectionate.
She sees this man as the father she never had the opportunity to have and she's slowly coming to realize that he might return the sentiment... but that's perhaps a conversation for another day.
Tears sting at the corners of her eyes and she takes a moment to regain her composure. For Green to have said such harsh things about her so easily, so... publicly. She sorta always figured it was just playful banter between them, obvious remnants of a childhood rivalry, but maybe she'd been wrong about that. He practically screamed to the rest of the world how annoying and undesirable he thinks she is. She hadn't exactly been planning to tell him how much she cares about him and now she knows she'll take that to the grave. Clearly, her growing fondness for him is misplaced.
This is exactly why she shouldn't let herself grow close to anyone, let alone develop anything as ridiculous as feelings. In the end, everyone hurts her.
Blue sighs, her voice shaky when she finally replies. "I guess I no longer have to wonder what he truly thinks about me. He's made his feelings quite clear."
And now the entire world knows too. People who didn't know her will think that she's this annoying busybody who's just too much to handle, all thanks to him. And maybe he's right, but she knows for a fact that too many people will simply take Professor Green Oak's word as law instead of forming their own opinions of her.
Rekindling their friendship had obviously been a mistake.
"It's my fault. I never should have greeted him at the finish line. I was careless and all but threw myself to the sharks."
She fiddled with the hem of her kimono, trying not to think of the headlines she'd seen on social media so far. 'Aozaki heiress snubbed by Professor Oak's grandson' had by far been the most sensationalized. The sigh that follows conveys utter defeat.
"I've never felt this way before and I don't know what to do. So many years of my life endeavoring to be noticed, to be recognized for something... and now, I sort of just want to... disappear."
At the sigh, Alric felt himself shake. For a moment, he entertained the thought of watching his Girafarig and Slowbro wipe out the professor's smug grin. Have him feel the humiliation on a global scale that the poor woman was feeling.
But that revenge fantasy isn't what Blue needed. He should know that. Shaking his head, Alric tried to get a grip of himself. There was a picture in his mind of squeezing Blue's hands in his own. Blast teleport limitations. If he had gone to Sinnoh in the past, or even to this festival, he could have his Pokemon take him there. Augh, it made his heart hurt.
Metang once again grabbed Alric's free hand, this time, his clenched fist ringing off of the Pokemon's metal hide. The redhead gritted his teeth as he acquiesced in petting the steel type. "Shy", his butt.
"No, no, you didn't. You thought you were celebrating a high point with a friend. You don't deserve someone who would throw you to the mightyena to make himself look taller." With those words, Alric made a resolution that he'd only give the professor a disappointed look the next time he delivered apricorn balls.
"I wish I could be there to give you a hug."
Turning his chair around, Alric looked at his apartment. The thought of disappearing for a time made him think of his quiet corner in Goldenrod, where his friend also goes "to disappear". No, no, that's weird. It's not like she's actually his daughter who can come over to hide while he's still here.
Again, Alric turned around, resuming the petting of his Metang despite the pleading looks of his service Pokemon. There was a thought. "Do you need someone there with you?"
It's not long after Alric gets the first text that his phone dings again with the second. Then it rings. He swiped away the text to answer his phone, putting it to his ear. He'll check what was said later. He's already sure what Blue had said.
"Hello dear."
Metang reached for Alric's hand. The man turned his chair so he could focus on the call. Not dissuaded, Metang again grabbed Alric's free hand with its claws, putting it on its head.
For a moment, Alric struggled with words. Poor Blue must feel so exposed. No doubt she'd hear from her family about what happened soon enough. "I wish he didn't say all of that about you. All of it was just wrong."
"So yeah, Marnie isn't a bad leader. If you ever decide to get off your boat, we'll throw you a party! Team Yell are big fans not only of Marnie, but any gym leader who don't use megas or dynamax or-"
Blake cut the caller off with a chuckle. "Yeah, I get it, Susan. They like duking it Indigo style." The man stopped walking to look at some flowers on the ground.
"Yeah. Pretty much." There was a scream in the background. "Sorry, sounds like the opening act is about to begin!"
"You better go then," Blake stated. He crouched down. "Go live."
"Yes sir!" The line cut off before the man could tell Susan not to call him "sir".
Blake held out his phone to make sure it indeed did hang up, before powering off his phone. That should be the last of the New Year's calls he expected from his former gym trainers and students. Any stragglers stuck in Unova or Alola would have to go to voicemail. Finally, he ripped up the flowers from their stalks. After shoving them into his coat pocket, Blake started walking again.
Despite its name, the Silence Bridge creaked under Blake's steps. A fisherman on the side nodded to Blake. He returned the motion, continuing northward.
Even in the daylight, Lavender Town always was dark. The presence of the town was like walking into a wall of odor. Only the brave, unaware, or desensitized would continue repeated trips in a year.
Looking up, Blake scowled at the radio tower. With both hands, he flipped it off. The thing was too sleek, too "spikey". It would have fit in better in Celadon.
With a satisfied huff, the man shoved his hands into his pockets. His left hand pulled out the bouquet of wildflowers and grass. Looking that way, Blake saw the Fuji house, the windows lit up but blocked by a closed sign. Blake knocked with the back of his hand. He needed new gloves, the leather in these were finally starting to give, he realized.
What little he could see behind the sign indicated two people talking. One was confirmed to be a woman when she peeked over the sign. She ducked back down and the door opened a little.
"Umm, Mister..." The brunette paused, making a face. "Taaaan" she looked at Blake, drawing out his name. He nodded. "Na? Ka?"
"Yep."
The single word was enough to get the woman to relax. "Are you here to drop those off? You could come in and leave them at the mausoleum yourself, I'm sure Mr Fuji-"
"Nope," Blake cut her off. "Just give them to Ivy Kato." They're was an awkward moment of silence as Blake put his hands back into his pockets. "Thanks.
With that, he turned away. The door quickly shut as he walked away. Blake pulled his right hand out of his pocket to look at the glove. He kept these in good condition for a long while. His brow furrowed. Very rarely did he ever get so sensitive that these weren't enough. If the gloves weren't thinning, then there were two reasons for them failing.
Blake froze. Shock overcame his face when he felt something cold on his neck. All he could do was whisper.
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