Basic Study Material

(( This is a RP blog for Cheren, post Black 2/White 2. This blog is multi-fandom and OC friendly. )) m!a: [x]

[princessleiabunsandpigtails]

Compared to a few seconds ago, Rosa found her the air to be less compressed and cramped. She sighed in relief, stretching her arms. “You do have a have point. It was all thanks to you and the other Gym Leaders’ words that I’ve been able to get this far.” But of course, even if they weren’t leaders, she would’ve taken what they say in mind as they’re more experienced in many things than her. 

[personwhoseekstruth]

"That's good to hear. We're here to challenge trainers, but it's also our job to help them improve. Knowing that we've helped is the best we can hope for." Cheren responded with a smile. That was especially true when it came to hearing it from the champion. With a position like that, it's an honor for anyone to hear that they've helped you get to where you are.

[amaratuitor]

Of course Cheren followed. Such was expected considering the older boy’s nature of always wanting to know the truth, no matter what. That probably wasn’t any different to his own childhood friend, huh? Who knew, maybe that was one of those character traits that were the same for any alternate of Cheren. Either way, Touya was pleased with his predication of said ravenette that trailed after him so obediently! Inwardly, the knight wanted to laugh out loud, however such wouldn’t be so smart since the other was already irritated.

Well, what would Cheren’s next course of action be? Obviously, they still had plenty to talk about.

"What, still in denial? I gotta disappoint you, it happens fairly often to me," Touya shrugged, trying to think back to his first encounters with alternates of any kind. Yeah, that hadn’t been a nice experience. Confusing, irritating and more than anything — it used to be so annoying because he always had to think if his mirror image was a new face or still one of those he was familiar with. At least he had gotten used to it. By now he could easily tell his alternates apart! "You’re probably… the third Cheren I’ve met. One of them belongs to Team Plasma as well, he probably comes the closest to my Cheren in terms of personality." Cue a mildly amused scoff as he turned around a corner.

Did this idiot really think he would just speak of his past? Nope, not that easily. Only chosen people were allowed to find out what exactly had happened. And so far, he only considered his Lord as trustworthy enough. “I don’t see why I should act differently, when it’s fun to piss you off. ♫” The brunet hummed cheerfully, regarding the other with a shrug when his steps came to a sudden halt. “And what would you do if I made things clear as you called it? Would you call the police? Looker? And get me arrested, hm? What is it that you would do if you knew more about me, Cheren.”

[personwhoseekstruth]

Well, Cheren did get an answer to one of his questions, although it wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. So, Team Plasma really could potentially be a problem here again. Not only that, but there could be alternate versions of people simply wandering into their lives? And hearing that Touya had seen two other Cherens had certainly been a surprise. Even if he did buy into this 'alternates' story he was hearing, to think that there were other Cherens out there was... really unnerving, actually. Not to mention that one of them, apparently, was with Team Plasma. That was something he'd rather not think about.

"There's a difference between 'being in denial' and being skeptical of something within good reason." He had pointed it out a few times before, and figured it went without saying by this point; everything Touya had told him up until now was completely crazy. And honestly, he was probably one of only people who could convince Cheren as much as he had already. There aren't many people who could get him to buy into this sort of thing, as nutty as it is. If it were anyone else, well, he wouldn't still be speaking to them. 

Just as Touya came to a halt, Cheren stopped where he stood as well, and a pause followed the other's words. What would he do if he found out more about his friend? Well, he had already learned of his association with Team Plasma, but he was still here talking and not alerting the police. Would it be wise to outright say that he wouldn't, though? No. For a number of reasons. "How should I know? How could I answer that without knowing what you would tell me to begin with?" He responded, crossing his arms and keeping that harsh tone from before still in tact. "I don't want to see a friend in trouble, but if you're with Team Plasma, then you already are."

[rigidazuresky-deactivated201311]

Hearing Cheren’s voice angered Hugh. He didn’t know anything about him. There was a reason why he couldn’t breath last time, and it wasn’t because he hid under a blanket. The damn man touched him! There wasn’t anything blocking him from breathing.

He growled and poked his head out of the blanket nonetheless. Yet he didn’t look at Cheren. He stared at the floor. Wow Hugh, you’re just a dog the obeys somebody, good job…. Cheren didn’t know a lot of things apparently. And he was a teacher?

“How do you know what you know?" He gave a hiss. "You don’t know why I couldn’t breath, don’t tell me what to do." He hated how he did what the other told him to do just because he was older, he had that fear that seemed to travel with him with older people. "I panicked because I had skin contact. Why else do you think I cover myself up? Why do you think I hate touching people?” He shifted his body away from Cheren and held the Snivy plush in his hands.

"You don’t know anything about me….." He mumbled softly.

[personwhoseekstruth]

Cheren sighed, placing the pillow that had previously been thrown at him somewhere to the side. There really was nothing he could say here that would fix anything that had happened, and it seemed just about impossible to find anything to say that wouldn't make matter worse. Although, that could probably be blamed on his personality. Bookwork is nothing, but talking to and understanding other people was incredibly difficult.

"You're right." Cheren responded after a second of hesitation, attempting to keep his tone level. "I don't know much about you. How could I? It's not like we spend a lot of time together." Most of their encounters before recently had been short-lived, hadn't they? That was hardly his fault. "There's no way I could have known before, unless I made a wild guess. And if I really had any clue before, I wouldn't have done it."

[rigidazuresky-deactivated201311]

Hugh turned to look at the other and growled. “It’s not a doll….” His eyes tears up and he bit his lip. He was on some sort of emotional roller-coaster today. He picked up and shook the toy and Cheren. It’s head gave a sad nod. 

The other was right though. It was a doll. But… It wasn’t just a doll. Not to Hugh. It would never be a doll to him. Never. Sissy gave him the doll… She gave him the doll. And it went everywhere with him. He could tell. And he might not know what those things were, Snivy and him had the scars to prove it.

But it wasn’t that either, Snivy made him feel better when times were tough. “He’s not a doll… Take that back…. Say sorry…” He growled. “I don’t need rest, I just want to take back everything…. I wish I never came for you for help….” He weakly tossed a pillow at Cheren and hide under the blanket. 

[personwhoseekstruth]

Oh, great. Obviously, Cheren had said the wrong thing, and he really wished he could take it back now just like Hugh was telling him too, but that was impossible. Besides that, telling him that Snivy wasn't a doll wouldn't be good for him no matter what state he was in.

So Cheren caught the pillow that was thrown at him at frowned at the boy from behind it. He had to tread carefully if he wasn't going to make everything worse than it already was, and it had been proven time and time again through out that day that 'worse' was always possible, no matter how awful the situation was already.

"Hugh, please come out from under there." He spoke with a sigh. That blanket would make it difficult for the boy to breathe again, with him being in his current condition. That was the last thing he needed, really. "I'm sorry, okay? Now come on. I know you don't want to have a hard time breathing again, so you don't need to be under your blanket like that."

[k-a-n-s-e-i-deactivated20131030]

Attention Starved

[k-a-n-s-e-i-deactivated20131030]

Cue a pouty face. He didn’t know what to say or do— he was going to be lectured in private by Cheren, and that didn’t sound like fun at all. Plus, he had a program he really wanted to watch. Then again, a small part of him told him that he deserved it.

"But…"

"… I don’t want to stay."

Because you’re going to be upset at me, too.

"… I have a doctor’s appointment."

Scarlet irises flickered to everyone’s faces, before he began to actually do his work. He was a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot.

"Sensei, I’m tired. Can I sleep?"

[personwhoseekstruth]

"If you really have a doctor's appointment, then I'm sure your mother would tell me that if I were to call her after class." Cheren responded. Once it seemed the boy was going to actually do his work, the teacher decided to continue class as before. However, he was quickly interrupted before he could even begin.

"No, Red. That's not allowed in this class."

Cheren sighed, shaking his head slightly. This was really irritating.

"If you're tired, then you should sleep more at home. You come to school to learn, not to take a nap."

[touko-white-fights]

Touko let out a small sigh. She knew there was a lot of wisdom in Cheren’s words. He had always been the smart one in everything. When it came to Pokemon, he had known more than Touko and Bianca combined when they started… and it seemed he was quicker to learn the lessons of life too. "I’d almost prefer having responsibilities forced onto me." Touko admitted quietly as she slipped her hands behind her head and leaned back. Her cerulean eyes glanced up at the sky above and she watched for a moment as a pair of pokemon flew by.

Then, slowly, she continued speaking. “…You’ve got your Gym now. Bianca has her research. This is going to sound pretty selfish, but I’m jealous. I don’t have anything like that to occupy my time. I could go compete in the League or the World Tournament, but that’s all just so fleeting.” She finally looked back to Cheren and smiled sheepishly. “I guess… I just feel a little alone. I always had you and Bianca, and now…”

[personwhoseekstruth]

Cheren's eyes followed Touko's to the sky where he also saw the two Pokemon flying, but his attention turned back to his friend's face again immediately after. Didn't this seem odd? Two years ago, wasn't it him who was jealous? He had always been envious of how much she accomplished and how many people looked up to her. Wasn't it strange to be on the other side of that?

"Now, you still have us." Cheren shook his head, giving a half-hearted smile as he did so. "Jeez, Touko... You don't have to do anything alone. We've always been here for you. Did you think we stopped being your friends when you left Unova? You can't get rid of us that easily."

"You've grown a lot, you know that? You don't need to have others decide what your responsibilities are anymore. Now is the time for you to explore different things and find what makes you the happiest. You don't need to be jealous of us. You'll have the same thing before you know it."

[antheaandconcordia-archiveii-de]

Concordia sighed.  “I wonder if it would be too much to ask for you to inform us if he shows up again?  He’s been all over Unova as far as we know.  We’d like to say hello in person before he decides to move to another Region.”

[personwhoseekstruth]

Cheren shook his head. "That wouldn't be too much to ask at all. I understand wanting to speak to him again. If you'd like, I could ask others I know to keep an eye out for him and let me know if they see him anywhere. Having someone else on the look out may make things easier."

[avenirbon-archive]

Another smile curved along Imogen’s lips when he agreed to having lunch with her. “If it makes you feel better, I’m a vegetarian, so I’m rather picky, too.” She turned in her seat and closed the multitude of books that were haphazardly spread across the table in front of them. “I’ll let you pick the place, since you know what you like.” She stood after having gathered the books in her arms and flashed Cheren a brief smile before walking back to the anatomy section of the library.

"Say," she called from down the aisle, "what do you need that book for, anyways?" If she was being honest, she couldn’t even remember what the book was - just that it wasn’t what she needed and it was certainly in the wrong place. She’d only taken a brief glance at it.

After having put the books back in their proper place, she picked her way around the tables to return to her bookbag and lunch companion. “Shall we go?”

[personwhoseekstruth]

After Imogen walked off to put her books back, Cheren also stood from his seat and walked towards the front counter to quickly check out the book she had given him. It didn't take very long at all, but when he returned to the table, he heard her calling a question out to him. Jeez, he had almost missed that. It would have been a shame if he had taken too long over there and didn't hear what she asked him at all.

"Well, I'm a teacher at the Aspertia Trainer School, and one of my students asked me a question about Skitty that I wasn't able to answer." Cheren answered as he looked down at the book in his hands, flipping through the pages. "This author is known for reliable information, and I heard about this book a few weeks ago. I'm hoping I'll be able to answer my student's question after reading it."

The gym leader smiled when Imogen walked back towards the table, feeling eager to go now that things were taken care of here. He nodded in response to her question. "I'm ready when you are." 

[personwhoseekstruth]

m!a: genderbent for as long as you want - but cheren believes he's always been a girl and that everyone else has always been the opposite gender too

(( aaa This is a neat thing to come online too. Would anyone be interested in RPing this with me? It won't affect any RPs unless the other RPer directly asks for it. ))

[toshio-fukawa]

5 people have entered the library

[toshio-fukawa]

"Well, wh-what if I don’t want people to be with me?" The writer refuted, feeling like their conversation was on the verge of heading into territory they had just covered. He truly had no clue how to hold a normal conversation.

[personwhoseekstruth]

"Then I have no idea why you'd come to a library and initiate a social interaction with several people. As annoying as that initiation was, you still started speaking to a group of strangers who may have just ignored you otherwise." Get a grip on yourself, Cheren. Why won't you just stop trying with this guy?

[thewaterbendinghoneybadger]

Marlon laughed at that, easily picking up on Cheren’s rather hostile air.  It wasn’t like he cared, though, and he started walking off in the direction of his gym, which wasn’t that far off from the beach where he’d spotted his fellow gym leader.

"Ain’t none a’ my business if it ain’t got nothin’ t’ do with me.  Y’ can either follow me over ‘er come back later if ya got anythin’ else ya need."

[personwhoseekstruth]

It seemed that Marlon picked up the hint. It was still very annoying that he couldn't just give the other gym leader the papers right then, but Cheren followed him towards the gym anyway. There was no point in wandering around and just waiting, anyway.

"I think I'll just go with you now. I've already handled the rest of my business, anyway. There's nothing else for me to do."

[touko-white-fights]

"Yeah, I did see a lot of interesting things. And I met so many cool foreign Pokemon!" Touko squeaked excitedly. She wished she had brought some of them along with her, but most of them were stored in the PC at the moment. She had brought her usual team with her for her return home to Nuvema, knowing her mother would liked to see her Pokemon. "You really should travel someday Cheren. There’s all kinds of Pokemon, and I’m sure you’d like to see them. Maybe we could all go… you, me and Bianca, like old times." The brunette let out a small sigh. She knew that that was a longshot. Cheren and Bianca were both so busy these days. “It’s kind of funny… you two have so many responsibilities now… so much to do… but now that I’m back, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

Touko bit down on her bottom lip. She could feel a lot of suppressed emotions fighting to come out. This was a really bad time for it. “… I mean… I don’t have the title anymore, and… things didn’t work out how I’d hoped on my journey… I’m starting to realize I have no idea what to do now.”

[personwhoseekstruth]

Touko seemed so happy to talk about the Pokemon she had seen, and when she mentioned the three best friends going traveling together, Cheren couldn't help but to give a half smile at that. It was unfortunate that he was too busy for something like that, and Bianca likely was too, but the idea of it was so nice. All three of them traveling together. That would really be amazing.

That happiness she had shown before didn't last long, though. It was very clear suddenly how upset she was, and what it was that was bothering her so much. Cheren's smile faded quickly as his friend spoke.

"Touko...." The gym leader sighed, and shook his head before he continued speaking. "Aren't you looking at it wrong? Things didn't go perfectly on your trip, but you can't expect everything to work out. That's unrealistic. It's horrible, but now you have to focus."

"If you're worried about not having anything to do, then that's not really a problem you need to stress yourself about. This is your chance to try out as many new things as you can, and pick your new path from there. You have a lot of options, and this time your responsibilities aren't being forced onto you."

[rigidazuresky-deactivated201311]

Hugh fidgeted in his seat again and was about to ask the toy the same question but, again, he was interrupted. He growled. “What? What do you want?” He grumbled before he got up, grabbed the toy, and went to the door. He opened it with his free hand and looked up to see who it was, Snivy was in the other hand, tail and head head drooping.

Hugh saw Cheren and made a face. He left the door open as he walked back inside. “You keep interrupting me…” He groaned. “I want to know why Snivy smiles….” He set the snake nicely on the table and went on the couch to face it.

After he looked at it, watching how it stood on the side, he looked back at the male. “What do you want… I thought you left. Do you still need something?”

[personwhoseekstruth]

Honestly, Cheren would have preferred if the other had just refused to answer from anger, rather than answer act this oddly. He wouldn't have had to instantly worry even more if Hugh had just ignored him and acted normal in every other respect. No, but instead, the boy was talking to a doll. How was Cheren supposed to react to that?

"Hugh, that's a doll. Snivy smiles because it was manufactured that way." He frowned as he spoke. That was such a weird thing to have to explain. Jeez, Hugh was really sick. "I came to check in on you. You need to get some rest." What was he doing in here anyway, sitting around and staring at a doll when what he needed was to lay down for a little while until he was feeling well again? 

[antheaandconcordia-archiveii-de]

A nod of thanks to Cheren and Anthea was trotting down the rows of shelves.  It didn’t take long for the search to turn up empty and honestly neither sister was surprised.  As an ex-policeman Gorm more than likely knew a few tricks of the criminal trade in getting in and out of places quietly.  Anthea sighed.

"Well, thank you for helping us look anyway.  I am glad he didn’t do any damage though.  But if you find something later you have our apologies and we’ll gladly pay for anything."

[personwhoseekstruth]

Once both of the girls were in the library, Cheren also took a look around. Gorm definitely wasn't there, and by this point, wasting time continuing to look for him really didn't make any sense. If he was still there, someone likely would have said something to him by that point.

"It was no problem. I needed to search the school if there was a possibility someone was here without signing in anyway." There was also the one obvious, yet unspoken reason that he searched. "I haven't seen any signs of damage, but if anything presents itself, I'll let you know."

[waywardtrainernate]

"Okay, I said I’ll clean it up already!" Hopefully Cheren wasn’t one of those people who could get a change of clothes in no time at all. And Zoroark… well, he’d have to talk to him later. Perhaps try and make a deal that if they were going to prank people then the least the fox could do would be to take the consequences with him.

Wandering off and resisting the urge to mimic Cheren’s words just in case the gym leader heard him, he grabbed the bucket and headed back for the cleaner’s cupboard they’d got it from earlier, hunting down a mop instead. He’d better hurry, just in case Cheren was going to keep his word.

[personwhoseekstruth]

After he was sure he had made his point clear, Cheren turned and headed off towards his room. It was unfortunate that he had to walk all the way to the second floor of the building while dripping all over the place, but that was Nate's problem in the end. He was the one who had to clean it all up, right?

It didn't take too long for him to go to his room and change into a more casual outfit that, conveniently, wasn't wet! He hoped it would stay that way, as he returned to the hallway outside of his classroom. He considering giving Nate another chance, but that would change quickly if met another bucket on the way there.

[avenirbon-archive]

To say she was impressed was… certainly an understatement. Unconsciously, she leaned further forward, legs uncrossing and recrossing as she listened intently. She found herself chewing at her lip more intently as he detailed the process of getting a ghost type to take on a tangible form. An item to hold? She hadn’t thought of that… “And this is why I enjoy involving other people in my work. You’re just more and more helpful as this conversation goes on - are you aware of this?” She dropped her hand from her chin, splaying her fingers across the wooden table 

The smile that stretched across her features was akin to a Cheshire cat and she couldn’t help but tilt her head in response to his own curious tilt. She did have several questions, yes. What was it that he needed the book that she had in her possession not too long ago for, what was he doing for lunch, how he knew all of the things he did. Plenty of questions - but none she was particularly keen on voicing. She realised she had been far too silent after he had asked his own question and she found herself flushed with embarrassment. She had spaced out and he probably thought she had something wrong with her.

"Mm, none that necessarily involve the ghost types." She wasn’t keen on asking the male to lunch, if only for the fact that she didn’t know him and he didn’t know her - but what better way to get to know someone? Ah, what the hell. "Do you have plans for lunch? I have a habit of taking people out when they help me." Lame cover-up, but regardless, there it was.

[personwhoseekstruth]

Cheren blinked at the girl as she leaned farther forward. Regardless of this, his smile was rather evident when she told him that he had been helpful. She had been so polite when he asked to use the book before, he really felt like he should do what he could. Thankfully, that seemed to be more than the library books that had been less than useful, apparently. Imogen didn't appear nearly as stressed as she had been before. "That's good. I'm glad I could help."

There was a moment of silence from the girl, and the words that eventually followed that caused Cheren to be quiet for a second or two as well. Wasn't it a bit strange that she was talking about lunch like this, even if he had just helped her? The two hardly knew each other. Although, honestly, he had heard stranger things from people he had just met, and talking over lunch would be a good way to remedy the fact that they didn't know each other. Maybe it was worth it to give the idea a chance.

"No, I don't have any plans." The gym leader replied after considering things, shaking his head slightly. His smile from before returned, and his tone took on a cheerier tone when he spoke again. What was the point in agreeing if he didn't seem very eager about it? "I wouldn't mind joining you for lunch, as long as you're offering, but just so you know, I'm a very picky eater."

[weaknessismeaningless-blog]

“Yes, shock you.” The other’s face expression seemed calm enough for now, but how long would that last? He couldn’t bring himself to quit taunting this guy until his face was flushed red with rage, those blue eyes ablaze in anger, his hands clenched with his knuckles drained of color. The thing he was more excited about more than anything though was silence that only meant he had nothing to say, or him spluttering utter nonsense because he couldn’t figure out what to say. Ah. It would bring him absolute pleasure to bring this guy down to that state.

What Cheren said did manage to surprise him only a bit. He would have to try harder to get the effect he’s hoping for? If only he knew the type of person Silver really was. He was great at getting angered reactions out of people and this guy wouldn’t be an exception. Plus, it wasn’t really a contest – Silver was only doing this as amusement on his own part since he had the gratification of having this body. Who else wouldn’t take advantage of something like this?

"Impossible? And where is the impossible part about this? You see we look and sound alike, correct? That must prove that I am you." His eyes went half-lidded, his mischievous smile only widening. "And wasting everyone’s time with my idiocy? Hah. We’ll see who’s the one showing idiocy soon enough. Aren’t you curious as to what I’ve been doing in this body of yours?”

[personwhoseekstruth]

"If you think similar appearance and sound proves that there can be more than one version of the same person, you're obviously not that intelligent. Haven't you ever heard of William West?" Cheren commented with an obvious air of superiority about him, although honestly, hardly anyone he ever met could be expected to hear about the felon who found his exact lookalike with his very same name when he was sent to prison. It hardly made a point when no one, with the exception of himself, would ever bother to remember such a thing.

This stranger's other comment had much more of an effect on the gym leader than anything he had said prior to that. What he had been doing in that body? Cheren still refused to believe that this boy was 'the same person as him', but that didn't change the fact that they really did have a striking resemblance. That boy's words heavily implied something that he didn't want to consider. To anyone who didn't see him often anymore, it wouldn't be too hard for this guy to convince them that he really was Cheren.

"Why don't you tell me what you've been doing?" He spoke, managing to sound more exasperated than angry. It was best to keep from showing anything like the latter. This boy only wanted to get a rise from Cheren, and he would be damned if he'd let that happen. "You seem eager enough to talk about it, so go ahead. Wouldn't that be a good way to upset me? You should know, right?"