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18+ only // OCs & nonmutuals friendly
[RULES] x [ABOUT] x [TAGS] x [CREDITS] x [other Pokèmon RP blogs by gio ] x
⇄ if you’re interested!! personals & pokemon IRL please don’t interact!!
sorry green blaine said all that so casually..
"yeah, noticed."
it has been a rollercoaster and not a particularly fun one.
"True! Yes they can be classified as Gods! Which is why interacting with them with intent to control is the stupid way to die."
"Don't worry about it. It seems that local champions are also protectors of the peace. So to speak, it ... its a terrible feeling, making all our problems be solved by the young. Maybe I should go back to training."
...ah. The worry is immediately pushed aside, those last words hitting like a bullet train, straight to the stomach, making him drop the exaggerately emotional mask he learned to wear.
Oh. It's a terrible feeling, is it. He feels bad for making children fight the battles adults should have, should be, and probably in the future, too, should be fighting. Of course. Of course.Of course.
Without even noticing, he got tense.
"Yeah. You do that.
...I think I overstayed my welcome."
He's already leaving, huh. He's leaving. He's going.
"We have pokemon that interfere directly with time and you never thought about it?" He questions then remembers he's the only legit pokemon researcher around. Of course, of course. Its not like...
in any case.
"It doesn't matter anymore, the problem is solved."
"What I need to know if that Alola is good place for vacation or is it really hyped."
He stumbles in his words, trying to find them. Failing miserably.
"Don't-- Not like that?! Dialga and Palkia are- they're like gods?!"
Completely unaware of what an Ultra Beast is. Or Hoopa. Give him a break, Blaine, he barely knows anything about Mew and Mewtwo!
"And the problem is solv--
You're going to give me acid reflux, old man.", Green concluded with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel any less tense.
"I-- ...yeah, it's. Cool. It's fun. I guess."
The Gym is open for everyone today, but not for Badges. Everyone seems to be celebrating a very special event, and Green figured he might as well give a warm place for everyone to chat, laugh and battle together.
This is a good day.
"Not in the slightest." He says. "ever heard of team rainbow rocket? Apperantly a Giovanni from another timeline managed to cause some trouble. He's gone now, but... with how often time works, I doubt it would be the last time he'll be here."
"i was thinking of heading to Alola for a good old vacation, check the scenery. Your rather well traveled, do you think i should go?"
...a blink. A surprised- no, dumbfounded look. Give him a second. Or two. Or... five.
"...huh???"
Compared to literally every other child prodigy in the world, all he had to deal with was a terrorist here and there! Some ghosts at best! What's with this science fiction crap?!
"No- no, wait. Back up.
Giovanni from another timeline?! What are we talking about?!"
[ he wears sunglasses indoor bc he Needs to.lift them when he starts a gym fight. btw ]
[ gay ass ]
"You must have heard the rumors. Don't be so coy about it. Lance got me on a tight leash ever since the incident with team rocket."
Blaine prepares coffee, seeing that he won't be going anywhere for some time. But he has time now, after those years of suffering, he wonders if there were worse people that Mewtwo would have gotten...
but he'sin the moment.
"Coffee?"
"Lance has everyone on a short leash.", Green waves a hand dismissively, leaning on a wall. Half a truth, of course. Despite everything, the Dragon tamer had his good reasons to keep an eye on the more... let's say problematic members of the Kanto League. He gets it. But damn.
"...double. Thanks", he nods, waiting for hte coffee to be ready "But I don't know, I just... thought that things settled, by now?"
"Can't complain! Could be better but that life for ya. You never know what your going to get."
"Well, dissect your skin with some unholy genetics and you'll look even better then professor Oak when you get old!" of course the key to immortality had some... very sharp discussions going on. One that the information had to be sealed away, right now.
"Well, get inside. My home is open, but don't close the windows. Mewtwo likes to come in through them."
"I'm sorry, I'm more of a natural solution kind of guy. I'll leave the mad scientist tricks to you, then!" He couldn't keep in a chuckle, followed by a quick wave of his hand. Green heard... rumors. Regarding Blaine. The Indigo League was a mess when he was a child, and while it got slightly better with the years he couldn't not think that there was still plenty of dirt to hide. Enough to make everything wonder wether or not anything he heard about his colleagues is true or not.
For now, he'll stay on the edge. Decide what happens based on what he sees, not what he hears. Including the implication that Mewtwo could go back and forth from Blaine's place. Odd, how that sounded way more realistic to him than much more.
"I owe you one.", the younger Gym Leader nods, making his way in "What did you mean with could be better? Problems with the Trainers?"
"I don't mind waiting one bit!!" His grin only grows, clearly super excited for even the opportunity to spar with Green's Pokémon.
"Should I stay around? If you want I can pick us up some stuff for later, like post-workout snacks and the like!"
"As you wish.
I don't know how interesting the battles could be to watch, considering how many children I had to deal with lately, but ... I don't think there's any rule against watching."
He's acting as aloof as he could... but it didn't change the fact that he didn't mind an audience, nor the idea of dealing with someone who could be a good training partner, as odd of a training as it could turn out to be.
"As for cleaning, the staff usually takes care of that part."
@oakliing
Blaine aint' the youngest guy, even when this young lad started his training at 10. Alas, it seems it looks like he hasn't aged a bit ever since that whole bit adventure, perhaps its his connection to Mewtwo. Or perhaps good genetics [manipulation]
in any case.
"Well! That's a familiar face! How goes life? ready for a quiz or two?"
He laughs , cane shaking in his hand out of glee.
"Its been years!"
"time really flies."
"Hey, gramps!"
Way too familiar, just like any other time. Green was told over and over to treat his co-workers, especially the elders, with respect. Needless to day, the scolding never made him change his attitude.
But, at least back when he was a brat, Blaine seemed to appreciate. If it was a matter of him being polite or genuine appreciation, he didn't know.
"Years, and yet you don't look a day older. You have to send me your skincare routine.", the Viridian Gym Leader laughed, then sighed "No quizzes. I'm trying to hide from Lance. He didn't seem happy with the monthly report."
Someone spent more days travelling than at work, it seems.
"How are you holding up?"
it takes awhile for her to calm herself, following his instructions and slowly counting to ten, those shaky breaths becoming steadier the more the pair work together on keeping her grounded back in reality. eventually, she is able to look back up at green, a bit of shame hidden in her features at her reactions. ❝ thank you… ❞ his kindness is not unnoticed, it is held and cherished just as his hands are in hers now, keeping her within the room she's in, within the chair, feeling that slight weakness presented to her by the rain from earlier. for the first time in awhile, she cracks a small smile. ❝ … hell of a way to see each other, huh ? ❞
finally, she allows herself to let go of his hands, sliding them away to rest on her legs as she looks at him, thankful it was him here with her. they didn't know each other well, barely at all if she was honest, but even that sliver of familiarity was enough to cling onto. ❝ i can… explain. i'm sorry you had to see that. no one really ever sees that. not anymore. ❞ a sigh escapes her, nervous again, but still here. a small sniffle, the aftermath of a crying session showing itself once more. ❝ m-maybe i wouldn't mind those tissues… ❞
He couldn't stop himself from releasing a small scoff. If she could joke about this whole situation, that meant that years and years of experiences with dealing with those damned panic attacks worked.
Small victories.
With a flick of his wrist Pidgeot is released to grab the requested tissues, with Green preferring to sit down by her side to be sure she wouldn't have gotten worse while alone with her thoughts. Not to mention the fact that the Pokèmon was, of course, much faster: by the time he rested by her side, the Flying-Type was already back, the box held in his beak.
"You don't have to explain if you don't want to, you know? I'm okay with staying out of the loop.
...even if I wouldn't mind knowing what, exactly, caused that reaction."
Was it... Arcanine? The presence of a Fire-Type in general? Being touched in a specific way? At least he'd know better than repeat the same mistake again.
"Grand kid, actually. Hala's my grandfather."
Hau perks up in turn at the other's offer, not sure if they're hearing it right at first. Still, Green didn't seem to be pulling their leg here, and with big, shiny eyes they reply.
"Train together? Really? You'd be down for that? 'Cause I for sure am!!" A new team to fight against would be ideal, and he could hold up his own in a battle quite steadily by now. "Might need to establish some ground rules, like with sparring, but I'd love to!! I don't mind waiting till after closing time, either. Can we use the court here? Or should we relocate somewhere else after?"
"I wouldn't mind giving it a try, yeah."
Best case scenario, they have some fun... and in case they aren't really suited to give Blastoise and the others a proper training montage, Hau will have fun, at least. That shouldn't be half bad either way.
It would be different, if anything.
"My last round is at 9pm, so if you want I'll be free around tuhat time."
"Hmm..." Hau tilts his head, frowning. It might be prideful maybe, but...
"I... I get exactly what you mean, actually."
Yeah. Yeah, this was extremely familiar to him too. Not just on a Pokémon trainer level. Actually, he wasn't a Gym Leader, nor a Champion, of course. Still, he was a strong trainer. But no, this was about something else.
"Maybe not with Pokémon battles all the time, but with physical fights? It's hard to find people that even want to spar with me nowadays. Even when I promise not to use my blessing." A sigh. "There's one that spars with me on a proper level, and some that let me fight their Pokémon, but... I'm getting a little bored, you know? When they're not around, I don't know what to do."
His ears perked up immediately. Now, that's interesting. They clearly weren't talking about the same kind of problems, and yet they were the same. Frowning lightly, Green took a second to think about his options. He isn't exactly sparring material ( if his boney physique didn't make it obvious! ), but if this guy was saying the truth and actually fought Pokèmon himself…
"…you said you're Hala's nephew, right?"
That reminder made it much more easily to believe that, actually.
"…tell you what. I don't fistfight myself, but my Team had to deal with actual people rather than other Pokèmon, in the past.
If you don't mind for the Battle Tree's closing time, we could try to train together. What do you think?"
the barks of the canine send a few more chills up her spine – so different, yet so familiar. not his, but a reminder all the same of the past that she held onto so quietly. the past she shoved away, yet clinged onto like a lost puppy. the past that would rear it's ugly head whenever she was reminded of it. it's hard to remember where she is, to remember she's not in that bright white room in the center, petting him and calming him and telling him it's gonna be okay. there's a voice that breaks through the memories, barely. the sound swirls through her mind as though it were in a fishbowl. and then her shaking hand is taken, it's moved and held within something. it's touch is gentle and soft, it's caring and kind and it starts to pull her back to reality.
fingers curl around his palm, and that other shivering hand grasps at it as well, a desperate attempt to hold something. to be pulled back to the present and escape her past. after a moment, her shallow, quivering breaths start to slow and normalize themselves before she finally looks up at green, running her eyes very slowly across his features. ❝ i-i… ❞ the voice is crackly and broken, like the dying embers of a once bright and burning flame. the heat of her hands feels similar, like the flame of a candle flickering in the wind, the temperature of it coming and going. ❝ i'm…. sorry…. ❞ heterochromic hues begin to glisten and glitter in the light of the gym, and a few small tears form in the corners of her eyes. ❝ ‘m… so s-sorry… ❞ every part of her wants to explain, wants to make him understand why, and yet she wants to forget it happened all together. ❝ i didn't… m-mean… to… ❞ and her voice trails off, the embers of the fire inside her finally dying out in a sad and shaky breath as she breaks the eye contact with him, letting one of those tears finally roll down her cheek.
"There's no need to apologize. I'm sorry."
He doesn't know the reason of her reaction. It could be Arcanine's presence. A bad memory, fire itself, an attack from a wild Pokèmon or the loss of one she held dear to her heart - that didn't matter. He's sorry. He should've asked intead of acting first.
Those words still occasionally feel so... alien. Despite having repeated them for most of his life, even if he was quick to retcon his mistakes, to make sure she was safe, just like he made sure to calm down Red, or any challenger who were defeated in a matter of minutes, or any Trainer who worked for him who had to deal with him during a particularly bad day, Green still felt as if those words weren't genuine at all, no matter how honest he is, no matter how much he was trying to help her focus on her surroundings.
"Keep focusing on your breath. If you can, try to count up to 10, out loud. Slowly."
Six's hands join his, and he just holds a little tighter. Her hands are warm, then cold, then warm again- and he makes sure to try and capture that warmth with his own.
"I have tissues and... a really crappy coffee machine in the back.", he keeps on going, every word coming out slow yet firm "I'll go get them and make you something warm when you're feeling better, okay?"
