I OF THE STORM.

shake me 'till i wake i know i'm braver than this rival silver. affiliated with return to rule.

[neoae-blog]

need sum more threads for silver so like for a starter! please lmk either here, on skype or discord if you wanna plot but if not, i’m just gonna wing it and see how things go. some may be event related, some might not be. capping at 3 likes!

[retiredchampion-blog]

@neoae

He’s fiddling with the coffee machine in Elm’s otherwise vacant lab when Silver comes in. It won’t work, and anyway doing something with his hands is a good distraction, less from nerves (which seem to be reserved solely for seeing Green), and more because Sam is fairly confident he’s promptly going to put his foot in his mouth and ruin any chance at satisfying his own curiosity.

Maybe the best approach is to be honest? But plain honesty has never come easy to Sam, it’s easier to carry these ulterior motives, even if it’s with something mundane as this–a simple curiosity about Giovanni’s son, disguised as a meeting about Silver’s Pokedex.

He’s only met Silver on one or two other occasions, when the boy had been younger and Giovanni hadn’t been in the picture to connect them. He’s heard plenty from Elm and his stories about the Johto Pokedex kids of course, but despite that and their brief previous meetings, it’s still surreal to turn around and see…

How much Silver looks like his father. He doesn’t have the dark hair and eyes, but the resemblance is there, in the planes of his face and the angle of his jaw and the curve of his mouth and nose. Maybe it wouldn’t be as pronounced nowadays, but Sam had known Giovanni as a teenager and it’s strange, it makes him pause, makes him a little sad. Like the first time he’d seen Amber all grown up and came to the startling realization of how much she looked like Agatha. The heartache is the same.

Sam still gives him a bright smile, tone welcoming, warm.

“Good, you’re here! Thank you for agreeing to a little meeting, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve seen Elm’s infamous Johto kids. I’ve been looking over your Pokedex data and it seems you’ve progressed a lot! Goodness, how old are you now? Sixteen, seventeen?”

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Strangely enough, Silver didn’t find returning to New Bark uncomfortable. While he visited for Elm, this time it was to meet someone different. It was a strange request from Professor Oak to meet HERE of all places, but he supposed it was better than travelling elsewhere. It tended to bore him. 

        As Silver approached the door he raised a hand tentatively, a small falter before tapping his knuckles softly. He let a few moments pass before stepping inside. The lab still looked the same, he noted with amusement - the walls were lined with research and the space remained crammed full of strange machines. Elm told him earlier in the week that he wouldn’t be here to see him today, yet it didn’t help to ease the awkward silence that lingered in the air. Silver wanted to say something to Oak, stooped over the coffee machine he tinkered with and apparently not aware he entered. He had the temptation to step back outside and leave but he left it a moment too late, for when he glanced back Oak already turned around. 

        He could’ve sworn an odd expression moved across the man’s face, if only for a second. It was a familiar look but not one he could name. Oak soon replaced it with a smile, beaming and friendly. He suspected it was somewhat strained. Silver attempted to return a smile himself, though it didn’t stay for long. His tense shoulders refused to drop, the tightness in his chest a seemingly permanent feeling. 

        “ Yeah, sorry if I’m late, ” Silver replied in haste, stealing a glance at his wristwatch. His eyebrows rose in question, repeating Oak’s own words. “ Infamous? ”

        Infamous was one way to describe them. Dysfunctional was another. 

        “ I s’pose I filled up a lot of it by visiting other regions. Haven’t done much else with it, though. ” Attempting to stifle a laugh, Silver cleared his throat with a wry smile. “ I’m eighteen now. ”

[beli-vran]

Friendship? Friendship it is, then.

[neoae-blog]

Beep!

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

2. a sad text

[ ✉ ] do you ever wonder what things might’ve been like if you didn’t leave me then? 

[ ✉ ] i hate that i think about it.

[neoae-blog]

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4. a late night text

[ ✉ ] why is an aerodactyl known as aerodactyl? is it because people in prehistoric times used them as aeroplanes?

[neoae-blog]

BEEP

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19. a bad idea text

[ ✉ ] sometimes i think i should get a mullet. 

[neoae-blog]

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13. a wrong number text

[ ✉ ]  are you really trying to bring team rocket back? be honest. you know i won’t bother snitching to looker about it later.

[ ✉ ] ...... this was never meant for you. delete the message.

[neoae-blog]

Beep

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27. a weird text

[ ✉ ] cynthia, you’re a champion, and i guess you’d know a lot of things because of that.

[ ✉ ] so do you know? is ‘ekans’ spelled backwards really ‘snake’?

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rpmemesandmusings:

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

I’ll randomly generate a number between 1-29 for one of the following:

A funny text

A sad text

A scared text

A late night text

An excited text

A taunting text

An angry text

A frustrated text

A concerned text

A loving text

A confession via text

An accidental text

A wrong number text

A text that wasn’t sent

A text for help

A helpful text

A comforting text

A drunk text

A bad idea text

A rude text

A long text

A one word text

A text asking for advice

A final text

A flirty text

A hyper text

A weird text

A sarcastic text

A heartbreaking text

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crownedchampionn:

        “Gust.”

    N responded with a slight smile as if he was being funny. It probably wasn’t fun for the other one seeing as his nose seemed bright red compared to his pale features. Did he already get a cold from being out in the stormy weather too long? That wasn’t good. 

    He stepped closer, placing a hand on the other’s cheek feeling them burn at his touch. No, that wasn’t good at all. He turned away and looked out into the rain. 

      “Dear friends! Can you come to my aid?” 

   Most looking like a crazy person as he shouted out into the forest hoping to draw the attention of some Pokemon. It wasn’t long before a Chansey had appeared, peeking its head inside. It’s large pink figure stared into the drawbridge, curiously. N couldn’t help but smile as he leaned himself down to his knee to speak with the Chansey.

      “May I ask for some assistance, my friend? This young boy is coming down with something.. be a shame if he got sick on his journey so far away from the next town…”

      “Chan~.”

      The Egg Pokemon cheerfully agreed to help, looking over at Silver cautiously for a moment. It moved itself closer before letting a large pink heart hit him before disappearing. N smiled and lifted himself upward.

       “Usually Heal Pulse is used in aiding Pokemon, but it can be used to aid humans as well… How do you feel…?”

Silver knew exactly what move it was – anyone would. Still, the fact that Gust was used on HIM and not another Pokemon was confounding. To his disbelief the previously sodden shirt sleeve sat dry and stiff when he tugged at it. He could’ve kicked himself for not using such an ingenious trick to solve a problem as mundane as wet clothes. He opened his mouth to thank the stranger but stopped, recoiling at the sudden touch of a hand on his cheek. 

                “ Hold on, ” Silver stepped back, brows furrowed in question. “ What are you doing? ”

        His answer came in the stranger’s next words; he was ill. Silver began to object, but not before a sneezing fit seized him. The man took no notice and turned to call into the woods. What FRIENDS could he possibly have that hid in there?

        Minutes later a Chansey waddled out from the mass of trees, stopping at the stranger who now knelt on the ground to speak to it. This was ODD. He couldn’t recall anyone else capable of the feat. As the Pokemon turned to stare carefully at him, so did Silver. Another move was soon used on him, a bright heart that burst upon contact with his body. It felt strange, a warm sensation that spread across his body. The telltale heat of a fever that had built in his cheeks diminished.

                “ How did you DO that? ” Silver eventually managed to choke out. The words were stuck in his throat. “ I feel better, but ... how can you call wild Pokemon? ”

[neoae-blog]

rocketleader:

Silver follows him, after all – there’s a small pang of relief at the observation, mingled with a creeping notion of nerves. Something that he hasn’t felt in… At least a decade. He chooses not to think about it. Instead, he focuses on his son. His strong, confident gait as he sidesteps the crowd, the angular shape of his jaw that had hardened since they’d last met. A strong expression that he was surprised to feel pride in; it came with the assurance that his son had grown up, was his own man, that he’d become an accomplished trainer and made something of himself. He hadn’t let the world hold him down.

He wonders, thinking back on their last conversation so long ago, if he’s really kept true to his word and done everything alone.

But despite the interesting mix of emotions, Giovanni keeps his expression stoic as they face each other once again, now away from interruption. They’re the same height now, he notes. Not a boy anymore. While his expression might not give himself away, he thinks that any longer of a hesitation certainly would, so he speaks. “… You’ve grown quite a bit. You radiate a strength; I’d heard you took on the League.” That was seven years ago, and it was the most recent update he’d had on the redhead. Maybe there would be time to catch up, if his cards were played correctly. Silver was flighty.

The brunette clears his throat, chooses to get to the point – whatever point he can grasp – before Silver calls him out on the small-talk. “A lot have time has passed; things have changed. For both of us.” Another pause. Giovanni looks his son over again, wonders why he’s struggling to stay afloat. He’d never been a family man. Had never been the father he’d hoped he’d be in hindsight, and he can’t imagine how he’d go about proving himself to be any different now.

“There is a saying about twenty twenty hindsight. I may not be the man you remember, anymore.” He looks his son in the eye. “I only ever wanted the best for you, Silver. Would you indulge an old man and let him know if you’ve been taking care of yourself?” The smallest smile slips out. “At the very least.”

Silver never did expect much from his father. Years alone taught him not to. In truth, he struggled to see anything worthwhile emerging from this. He didn’t like the ever-present secrecy surrounding them, the oppressive weight that came with the hushed talks. He didn’t like its immediacy, either. Above it all, he especially didn’t like having attention focused on him. It was uncomfortable, the sensation prickly on his skin. 

        He knew he’d changed. Grown up, hit the threshold of adulthood. He knew Giovanni would notice those details. Any parent would after such a time. It didn’t mean he wanted them to be seen, though.

        Regardless, two could play at that game.

        Folding his arms, he made silent observations of Giovanni. He no longer looked up to the man. Already, age had begun to take its toll on him. The minute lines that fanned from the corners of his dark eyes weren’t there when Silver was a child. Neither was the ghost of hesitation that lingered on his features. 

                He frowned, offering nothing but a half-hearted shrug. “ I guess so. ” Words flat, Silver quickly became uninterested in the small talk. “ It’s old news. ”

        There were far more significant things he had done than challenge the Indigo League. He’d travelled the world, trained his Pokemon to greater heights, forgotten about Team Rocket and about HIM.

        Silver didn’t want to allow more words. This conversation was the last thing he’d planned to do here. Despite that, it was an almost pleasant change to see Giovanni in such a state, awkwardly clearing his throat and at a loss for words. It was obvious he had no idea what to say, or even how to say it.

        Whatever bitter comment Silver had sitting at the edge of his tongue, ready to escape and let loose, it was all but forgotten when his father spoke again. He wanted only what was BEST for him? The notion was absurd. Rather than return the smile, his face remained expressionless. Genuine care or not, it was too late.

                “ You’re right. I don’t remember you as the same person, ” Silver said plaintively, meeting Giovanni’s eyes. “ Because I tried my best not to think about you. ” He almost felt GUILTY for saying so, but he supposed it was a rare chance to lay the cards on the table. As much as he didn’t want to, Silver had to satisfy the small shred of curiosity that tugged at him. “ But ... have you been well? ”

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viridianrival:

“Rhyhorn, charge forward and use Thunderfang! Arcanine, dodge it and use ExtremeSpeed!”

Early morning training sessions never failed to rouse Green out of his drowsy state, especially after not getting a single wink of sleep whatsoever the night before. After barking another set of instructions at his Pokémon, he yawned loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. The pair paused to glance at him quizzically, wondering if he was in any condition to be training before resuming their attacks.  

The steaming hot coffee he’d made minutes ago lay discarded on one of the seats normally used for any onlookers during a battle. Eeevee curled up next to it, snoozing soundly despite the ruckus occurring around her. However, the sound of fingers tapping against the glass on the front door was oddly enough to wake her. She immediately hopped to her paws and darted down the stairs, making a beeline for Green.

“Bwui!” she cried, nudging his leg with her head.

Green glanced down at her, raising his brow. “What?” he asked flatly. She motioned with a wave of her tail to the entrance of the Gym, nodding her head fervently He pinched the bridge of his nose, silently wishing it wasn’t another snot-nosed Trainer hoping to challenge him with the Squirtle he’d just gotten. Just because Viridian City was close to Pallet Town didn’t mean…

“Eebui!” she urged.

“Alright, alright. Calm down,” he sighed. “I’m going.” Accompanied by Eevee, Green headed to the entrance where, through the rain drops decorating the glass, he saw what appeared to be someone attempting to get inside or at the very least, get his attention. Sighing, Green reached for his keys and unlocked the door, peeking his head outside to get a better look at Silver.

“Can’t you read, kid? The sign clearly says closed,” he scoffed.

“… But whatever, come inside anyway. You’re soaked.”

For a few minutes Silver waited outside the gym’s door. After knocking on it he turned back to survey the dark sky. A steady rhythm of rain drummed on the roof and beneath it, he could hear an irregular beat of thuds and crashes. Thunder, perhaps? It sounded fitting amongst the noise of the storm.

        Bad weather was not in fact the source of the strange sound. He realised it was from inside the gym and glanced back over his shoulder. He jumped at the sight of another person looming at the glass door, hissing a profanity under his breath as the other poked his head out. It wasn’t difficult to read the annoyance written across the stranger’s face.

                Taken aback by the rude greeting, his response was delayed. “ Closed? ” Seeing as he was the only one inside, Silver assumed he must be the gym leader. Someone he couldn’t properly recall. A questioning brow rose. “ I didn’t see a sign. ”

        Silver’s observations of the building weren’t the greatest. A little to his left hung a rectangular white placard, the word CLOSED scrawled across it in angry red lettering. 

                “ Sorry. ”

        Ready to leave and find shelter elsewhere, he went to turn away. To Silver’s surprise the other offered to let him in. Stepping through the door, his shoes squeaked awkwardly on the floor. The sharp tang of coffee in the air met his nose. His stomach rumbled, a cruel reminder that he had missed breakfast today. It was warm inside, much warmer than the biting wind that’d begun with the onset of rain. He glanced at the Pokemon that roamed around, some of them appearing to be far more alert than their trainer.

                “ Are you sure it’s fine to let me in? ” Silver asked, uneasy. Used to awakening first thing in the morning, fatigue left him hours ago. In fact, it even caused him to forget others didn’t run on similar schedules. “ I’m not here for a challenge. It’s a bit early. ”

[wide-window]

wow giovanni being the ultimate mobster AND a good dad? unthinkable

SZCZYGI requested, i blame her for this

[rivaltrainerwally-blog]

Oh, that was a Magneton waving it’s arms- magnets? Arm-magnet things in his face. Where had it come from-? Wally hastily herded Magnezone further away from the other pokemon, lest they end up stuck together. Magnezone threw in it’s two cents by beeping shrilly in reprimand. Wally winced. Magnezone had never been the most friendly of his pokemon. 

“You’re very excited!” He yelped while the Magneton bumped insistently into his side. Where was it’s trainer? The arena was near by, maybe Magneton had come from there? Just as he was starting to wonder what exactly he was going to do, a hassled looking trainer rounded the corner. 

Oh thank goodness. Wally was more than relived to have the responsibility of finding Magneton’s trainer lifted. While the other trainer was busy reigning in his Magneton, Wally took the opportunity to sooth Magnezone who had been shifting around in agitation. He received another shrill cry for his effort. 

“Oh no, that’s okay!” He tried to reassure the redhead. He patted Magnezone’s dome and shush it’s loud protests. “I understand! I’m sorry about this one actually, Magnezone isn’t very friendly unfortunately.” To back up his statement Mangezone screeched and flailed angrily at the other trainer. Wally sighed exasperatedly. “Sorry…” 

[neoae-blog]

Magnezone’s sharp screech was enough to make Silver wince. An intrusive high-pitched sound, he wished his ears were never subject to it in the first place. With a speed that only came in moments of true desperation, he reached out to grab his Magneton with both arms and tug it away. The idea was futile. A split second later he reeled back, arms aching from an electricity shock the Pokemon emitted.

        He swore again, this time much louder. 

        After Silver remembered there was another person witnessing the entirety of this EMBARRASSING scene, his jaw snapped shut and he desperately wished to run away and deny it ever happened. But he was an adult now, and adults took control of the situation in a timely manner – most did, anyway.

                A hand waved dismissively at the other. “ Don’t apologise, really, it’s FINE, ” he assured hastily, eyes averted to search for Mageton’s Poke Ball. After retrieving it he wasted no time in recalling the Pokemon. He prayed it had given up on a second escape. 

                “ Okay. ” Crisis dealt with, he let out a huff. Without the pile of magnets around to cause havoc, Silver inspected the harried trainer and his beeping Magnezone. “ Uh, are you alright? ”

[bendylittledemon-deactivated201]

   N had been warned by Pokemon in the nearby area that this good, warm weather would not last. Luckily, a group of Aipom lets N know of a small drawbridge nearby where N and Zorua could take shelter until the storms end. Within moments of being under the drawbridge, a loud, heavy rain booms across its metal features causing the trainer to look out into the rain.

   Zorua whimpered at the sound of thunder and burrowed itself deep in N’s white shirt. N worriedly brought the Illusion’s Pokemon closer, keeping him warm until space seemed a lot more condensed than before. Lifting his head, N noticed a red headed boy stumble under the bridge to hide from the storm, completely drenched from the rain. Zorua snuggled closer, shifting to hide under N’s shirt before the taller gentleman stood up.

       “Yes, the day so nice turned to something so sour, but as long as we have shelter, we will be safe from the storm.”

   Noticing how drenched the boy was it was probably best to dry him off. Fingers wrapped around his arm, pulling him closer to the bridge before Zorua hopped down from inside N’s shirt. Letting go soon after taking his arm, N reverted his gaze to Zorua.

       “My friend, would you mind helping him?”

   Zorua gave a nod of his head before shifting forms into a large Pidgeot which started to flap its wings quickly to create winds strong enough to dry the trainer down so he wouldn’t get sick. 

[neoae-blog]

While he didn’t appreciate the weather, Silver was glad to know he wasn’t the only one currently stuck in this predicament. Dripping tendrils of hair clung to his forehead awkwardly, the curls of red stark against the pallor of his skin. The only colour in his face was rosy patches on his cheeks and nose from the cold. Having already been aware of the other stranger waiting by the drawbridge, he wasn’t as hesitant to offer a greeting. It was awkward, he knew, but at least he’d spoken.

        He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Much like his hair, the sodden clothes glued to his skin was an annoyance. There was little point in pulling it away; the clothes would simply return to where they say before. At least the stranger’s reply helped to distract him.

                “ It was a good day. ” Until thirty minutes into his trip, Silver noted bitterly. He looked up and scowled at the sky, a clear and bright blue a mere hour ago.

        Silver’s words ceased as he paused to glance at the Zorua in the other man’s arms. It interested him, to say the least; he hadn’t seen one with his very own eyes before. He wanted to ask about it, keep the conversation going, until the Pokemon leaped to the ground. To his disbelief, it changed to a large Pidgeot and hovered at eye level. Before registering the situation he was met with a strong gust of wind.

                “ What ... was that? ”

        At least his clothes were dry.

[rocketleader-blog1]

Giovanni was no fool. When Silver turned to face him again, he could see just a trace of red in those eyes, a just noticable spot of wet still clinging to his jaw. The boy had, for just a moment, been wet-eyed. But he says nothing, does not dwell on it, because now is not the time and he knows well that taking notice will only drive his son away. Instead he feels a spark of surprise cross his face uncharacteristically – he hadn’t expected Silver to grant him the time of day. But, he’s pleased.

He thinks to open his mouth, to try and start somewhere, but someone carelessly brushes his forearm and he’s reminded of exactly where they’re standing.

“Perhaps we should step to the side,” Giovanni suggests, gesturing to a little alcove beyond the flow of foot traffic. “I’d rather we… Weren’t interrupted.“ And rather than wait he takes the initiative to do so regardless, breaking from the crowds and expecting – hoping – Silver will follow rather than take the opportunity to escape.

Although, if the boy did disappear, he mulls dryly to himself, at least he would no longer be at such a loss as to what he should even say.

[neoae-blog]

Nasty it may have been, but Silver couldn’t ignore the surge of satisfaction he felt in seeing Giovanni caught off guard. The disjointed expression, the lack of words and subsequent closing of his mouth – both rarities for the man renowned as a merciless mob boss in several regions of the world.

                But was he still a part of those affairs?

        Silver suspected he was. Old habits were hard to kick, after all. His suspicions rose further when he watched his father move off to the side of the room after a stranger’s arm came into contact with his own. Giovanni waited for him beside the movement of the crowd, free from prying eyes and keen ears. It wasn’t difficult to tell he wished for Silver to follow. He had half a mind to walk out and let his father go, crush whatever weak sense of hope he gave him in thinking he would cooperate and leave with the resolution to cut all communication off for good. It was certainly a temptation he wanted to satisfy.

        Yet he didn’t. Maybe a chance was what needed to be given. Ten years was a long time for a person to change, he knew that perfectly well. But he wouldn’t soften, not now.

                “ Okay. Tell me what you need to. Like I said before, I don’t want this to feel like a waste. ”

[neoae-blog]

☁

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☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them .

The sharp crack of thunder overhead told Silver that it wasn’t the nicest day to be outside. Though he’d slowly made his way between Nimbasa and Driftveil, the time he picked to do so couldn’t have been any more unpleasant. 

       Some few metres before the drawbridge the heavens opened up. A harsh downpour of rain took mere seconds to saturate his clothes. As he ran for the tiny booth at the beginning of it, a flash of bright green was visible. A tree? No, it was far too bright for that. As he neared Silver could see it was a man, hiding underneath the measly roof of the booth until the storm abated.

               “ Picked a good day for walking. ” Silver said dryly as he stopped to wait beside the stranger.