You shall feel the despair of poison!

  32, no minors, open to character questions  

[poison-patriarch]

Koga - Master of Poisons and Shrouds from Fuchsia City, Kanto Region

crobat - venomoth - ariados - muk - toxicroak - tentacruel

light pokemon rp, challenge me if you dare!! more about the character and the player below the cut

koga is a cis bisexual man, his pronouns are he/him but he probably wouldn’t bat an eye at whatever you use for him. he is 26 when Janine was born, 40 when he was defeated by Red and gave him the Soul Badge, and 52 when he ran into Giovanni at the PWT. He is 53 at “current time”. of the @redlegend and @tohjofallsexile continuity bubble -- i’m róan, 32, artist and writer, agender trans masc nonbinary (he/they) prefer to interact with writers above the age of 21, nsfw content and interactions are restricted to close friends. zero tolerance for bigotry or pettiness of any kind. i’m mixed race, southwest native and white. i use athabaskan vocabulary and phonetics when I make up terms for fiction, primarily western apache when I can based on available resources. i’m disabled and currently between surgeries, so sometimes I go a long time without replying. patience is always appreciated. i also run @rosemallow-labs​ (OC, Cale), @wave-tossed-poet (OC, Saint), and @battle-zone-beauty (OC, Sorcha)

[poison-patriarch]

Not too long ago, Black Fog had plumbed Koga's mind, dredging his deepest sorrow to the surface. A memory of when he couldn't protect the young life he had helped bring into this world. A time when he could have lost all of what he was beginning to see the world could be. Heart-rending despair. In the weeks and months since, Koga had reflected on that moment, and on the nature of the beast that had sought to immobilize and destroy him with that despair. As a Patriarch, he had counseled many through transmuting the muck of their experiences into the fertile ground needed for new growth. As a Monk and Philosopher, he had challenged himself to come to radical levels of understanding of death, suffering, and despair. As a Ninja, he had endured countless hours of agony, transmuting his own body through rigorous experimentation. As he knelt in contemplation of his family shrine, looking at the faces of all those older than him in his own line who had passed on from this world, one self rose above these others in his internal chorus. The self who was a Father, who had gone through such suffering in the name of his connection to his child, his obligation to her, and his failure. The Father who could find the strength, amidst tatters of bone and sinew, to pull through for himself and the person who depends upon him. Looking across more of his ancestor's faces, seeking wisdom from retracing the thumbprints they had left on the clay of his soul, another memory rises in his mind, a quote shared by his youngest uncle when Koga had sought his counsel as a young man, "Suffering is a hurt child, calling out to us." He sat for some time in reflection. Could he challenge himself to see the very fabric of Black Fog for what it is? Suffering. Suffocating. Trapped. Angry, and afraid. A child taught their suffering means nothing, and that help is not coming. Could he offer the kind of love he gave his own child to a creature like this, an entity who had harmed so many, who had taken the life of the man he intended to marry, among so many others? Could he find some way to split it from itself, to trigger a change which could allow it to grow and experience life? To heal. His hands were steady as he drew out the poisonous vials and began to manipulate their parts to reform them into a chisel-like nail, rippling with corrosive power. --- Falling to his knees amidst the swirling muck and venom of Black Fog, Koga forms a stubborn red smudge, refusing to be drawn deeper into the roiling maw. He draws out the nail, focusing his purified and sharpened intent into the very form of the object. I would do it all again for you, I would be there for you, I would shield you from the radiance and I would light the darkness. I would stand against what frightens you. I would love you, even if you hurt me and didn't know how to stop. I would help you stop. Please, trust me. He drives the spike down. --- As the blinding radiance clears the dreck from around his knees and ankles, Koga lowers his hands from his face to see what remains. There, tiny amidst the rubble and chaos, glows an egg with barely visible chaotic shapes. The shell cracks, falling away from the Togepi within. Eyes, expectant and full of wonder, seek connection, and Kyo offers that open-door gaze, welcoming a connection with this creature. He smiles, watching how it reaches for him with newly fledged appendages, seeking his comfort and stability. He hoists the shelled creature into his arms, allowing them to feel the beat of his heart and the stability of his support.

[japaneseaesthetics]

Incense container with design of plovers

Place of Origin: Japan

Date: 1500-1600

Historical Period: Muromachi period (1392-1573)

Materials: Lacquer and gold on sea shell

Dimensions: H. 1 in x Diam. 4 ¼ in, H. 2.5 cm x Diam. 10.8 cm

Credit Line: Transfer from the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco

[earth-master]

Kiss Meme || Not Accepting / Private

@poison-patriarch

14. A kiss to the stomach.

They're a couple composed of two very strange and intimidating personalities. Each on their own a mystery, and when accompanying each other in public, return home with a swath of new conspiracies overheard on the street.

Rumors surrounding the Master of Poison, and the former Boss of Rocket had become more common a past-time for the people of Viridian City- Fuchsia City had less of an issue, having been more-or-less used to Giovanni's presence already.

It didn't bother them.

Koga had already been used to outsiders exotifying and mystifying the shinobi traditions of his City that were maintained continuously, and was smart enough to know when to clear misconception, and when to capitalize on it.

And Giovanni for his part, was used to the criminal enterprises being sensationalized, and his motives in seeking alliance with Koga being questioned. Before his pardon, most assumed his presence in Fuchsia and close companionship with its Patriarch to be self-serving. After all, Fuchsia City was a sovereign city. None could extradite the ex-Boss from there without Koga's explicit approval.

After his pardon? The general consensus was that his companionship with Koga was self-serving in other ways.

And for once, that consensus was correct.

They return to Fuchsia City after a brief outing to Saffron, meeting with other politicians and parsing performative niceties and protocols, arranging different negotiations and revisiting treaties from ages past.

Land rights, trading rights.

It's a headache and often a bore, but Giovanni goes to support Koga. Retreating back into their shared sanctuary, he muses at the people he'd known and worked with before in more underhanded dealings.

It's always funny to see them squirm.

He listens to Koga complain about the audacity of one to even think of suggesting a partnership of the Safari Zone with outside made pokeballs, and takes off his coat as Koga disrobes his montsuki.

"They're always going to try to get a better deal. Game Corners aren't as profitable in Kanto, but Fuchsia is a good center point between Celadon and Saffron, and so a lot of these people see it as an untapped market-" he explains, before helping Koga get the rest of the ensemble off, "Are you wanting to go out? Or are we staying in for a bit?"

"We'll stay in," Koga says, "It's still hot out. I need some time off my feet."

Giovanni agrees with the sentiment, joining his lover on the seat half-dressed, and watching the sun beams and shadows through blinds. Giovanni lays back to listen to the gripes and complaints, directing and questioning the conversation topics in the space they can talk freely about these things.

And Giovanni in turn, gives Koga the 'dirt' on each of the people met. No longer bound by business obligations, no one's secrets were safe.

They discuss the politics and business a little more, letting ambient air cool their skin until 'too hot' becomes 'too cold' still compounding with 'too tired' to commit to leaving the sanctuary.

So they retreat instead to their shared bed under blankets, seeking renewed warmth in layered sheets and skin. Giovanni curls against the smaller man's chest and traces over the raised skin, scars from Koga's training meticulously placed. Each patch of skin contained a different toxin- part of the traditions passed down his family line.

He remembered Koga in his youth teasing him that only his wife was supposed to see those. It struck him as quite odd that those scars were considered more intimate than fooling around.

So what does that make us now?

He traces over the scars, and the tattoo across Koga's abdomen, and lifts his cheek to careen over to Koga's stomach and kiss along the ink lines. Koga shudders and laughs at the change in expressions of affection.

It's too late to go back out.

[nobrashfestivity]

Manjiro Asuga  Woman Washing Her Hair  1930

[doktorpeace-deactivated20251208]

Koga: welcome to my poison-type ninja gym. it's full of jugglers who use psychic-types. fuck you for thinking you know me.

[japaneseaesthetics]

Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, Delighted (Ureshiso), from the series “Thirty-two Aspects of Women (Fuzoku sanjuniso)”, 1888

[saffronmidnightparade]

Roll Initiative!!

Your investigative skills helped you find the source of the energy, but ghosts kept you from accessing it- and it seemed to be for good reason! With a quick spark, the Dynamax energy that had been gathering finally erupted from the forest, and A Dynamax Gourgeist rises from the forest with a mighty roar!!

(Art from our wonderful friend, @bluesthebest )

Food stands, patrons and pokemon alike are sent toppling from the force of the wind generated from the transformation, and you and your fellow trainers stand ready to stop its inevitable rampage.

A Max Raid battle has begun!

A post with instructions for how the combat will be run will be coming shortly, please hang tight!

[cursedmystic]

Koga swings by just before closing, he had shrugged off the idea of adopting another pokemon at the moment but realized he had very few ghosts among his coterie. He also warmly greets Matsuba, keeping the niceties slim but heartfelt, for the sake of the ghost master's social battery.

"Hi, Koga."

Matsuba waves to him. Koga's a friend, so he lets the walls down a bit. He's exhausted -- it shows clear on his face.

The shop's closed up, but Koga had asked him early in the day to hang onto one for him. (He was busy, as usual, so he didn't mind.)

The Dusk Ball is offered out to him, and a click of the button reveals a swooping tassel and a flick of a steel sword as the Honedge peeks up at Koga, looking ripe for a challenge.

"Figured you'd like a challenge to raise. Giving you a Gastly would be too easy."

YOU GAIN: A HONEDGE. It has an Adamant nature.

[poison-patriarch]

It's a surprising one, but typing aside he's charmed by the demeanor of this young blade. He forms his hand to a blade shape as well and poses, the Honedge quickly swinging up to mirror his posture and clash and sway through the air in time with him. He laughs and reaches out for the ghost to lower its form to his hands and he looks over the sheath and flowing ribbon with admiration, careful not to touch it. "It's a fascinating choice, I've heard some of these can even convey a deadly poison if trained. Thank you for saving them for me!" He looks over Matsuba, gauging his energy levels. "Let me help you get these to the vendor's corral." He won't take no for an answer, hefting up a great deal of Matsuba's baggage to speed him along to bed for rest.

[soul-badge]

FORTUNE for Koga please! The head of the Dratini plush is poking out of his large flat tote bag.

@poison-patriarch

"Hey, dad! Enjoy the fair!"

Koga gets a cookie that is halfway between crunchy and chewy, with a hint of a cinnamon flavor mellowed by the sugary icing.

"You attract some things with honey, others with vinegar. Know what you lure."

[poison-patriarch]

"Janine! How could I not, it's the best fair I've ever been to!" Koga pulls the paper from the cookie and palms it to his pocket to read later, preferring to savor the light cinnamon flavor of the petite pastry to the fullest before the fortune has been seen. He holds himself back from prodding her to have a retainer take up her shift so she can enjoy the festival, knowing that since she was young she has insisted on doing ALL of her part of any task. He waves her on with a smile as the next fortune-seeker approaches the booth and at some point he simply disappears from periphery. He reads the fortune as he walks away and smiles at the aphorism, mulling over its place in his life. He can hear Janine's laughter, keyed into it even from here, and he looks up at the moon, wondering about where her mother is now.

[poison-patriarch]

Looker practically beams when he sees Koga coming up to his booth with tickets in his hand.

"Let's see how many the poison master managed. 8 tickets! A man after my own heart. You got enough for the top prize."

He gives Koga a kiss on the cheek and gestures to the prizes.

"Kiss not included in the prizes. Though if you're up for the challenge I have another riddle up my sleeve. Head to the port. You won't be climbing aboard a ship, but instead a pokemon who surfs. Hidden is a rumored secret. Find it and come back to me for another prize."

"Take your pick and spend your tickets, then you should head to the port, but you won't be climbing aboard a ship but a pokemon who surfs instead. Find the rumored secret there. Then come back and tell me."

Dratini Plushie with a pamphlet - 8 tickets Rare candy - 5 tickets Razz Berry Saffpop- 3 tickets Figurine set of the legendary birds - 7 tickets Ghost-type key chain - 1 ticket Copy of one of Sabrina's movies - 6 tickets Pikachu cotton candy - 2 tickets Poffin treat for Pokemon - 4 tickets

The pamphlet description: This pamphlet is a three fold with a photograph of a dratini across the front, sponsored by ‘The Friends of Fuchsia’. Inside is information on the dratini of the Safari Zone, including their preferred environments, habits, and history. There is a section on proper care and the warning that these creatures are not pets and certainly not to be gifted as prizes at Game Corners. The last section in the pamphlet describes the dangers of poaching these creatures face.

Koga smiles at Looker's enthusiasm for the event, warm-cheeked when kissed and handed the small golden tickets stamped with his paramour's signature inquisitive grin. "You got me with those trick questions! I'll have to mull over that bonus question... Ah, but prizes first, here," He points out the Dratini plushie and pamphlet among the array of prizes. "Just enough to get what I really wanted!" A fresh Dratini is delivered to his awaiting hands from the box of stock hidden below the decorated table, "They're perfect. Of course they are, every project Janine touches shines with estimable polish! FWAHAHA!" He holds the small plush aloft to expound on it's many cute and unique features, before turning to a round of renewed praise for the evening's- no the whole week's!- festivities. "And for the special mention of Fuchsia in the questions, don't think I didn't notice." He leans against the table and gives Looker a sidelong smile. "You're a thoughtful guy." His gaze is direct, eyes deep as wells, disorienting in the imperceptible slide from deep brown iris to black pupils, set below lids lowered with mischief. The angle of his lean coaxes Looker over the display to bask more directly in his gaze. Koga reaches up and adjusts the lapel-less hem of Looker's Giovanni costume. "This get-up is a little weird for me though." He laughs and gives Looker a peck on the cheek regardless. "And the answer to your bonus question is the truck in Vermilion Port."

[poison-patriarch]

if koga had a clone they would keep it secret and divide and conquer his workload to do even more LOL

[saffronmidnightparade]

The Vermillion Harbor is a place famous for its imports, exports, and luxury cruise ships. The seafood is unparalleled here. Tonight, as the midnight hour rolls in? It's something else. A decommissioned aircraft carrier, a relic of a war long gone has pulled into harbor, and docked for the event.

Below deck, incredibly protected quiet rooms stop the noise from reaching overwhelming pitches.

A fully staffed pool, strewn with party lights, is available to attendees.

There's rumor of a battle joint on the ship and nobody can find it!

On deck, the main attraction, the dancefloor is already filled with movement and thumping bass. The repurposed hanger, something that could fit absolutely enormous planes, has been converted to a high tech explosive space for music and movement. The catwalks above are shrouded, and the ghost pokemon cordially invited make up a third of the crowd.

Lording over the space, a Banette with strange sleeves, headphones and cords hanging from its body, opens its mouth and lets out a SCREAM.

DJ- NIGHT SHAAAAADEEEE

THE DANCE WITH THE DEAD HAS BEGUN!

> ATTEND THE RAVE?

> LISTEN TO THE SET?

[specialagent836]

He signs to looker, [Tell them not Lavender. Tell them old Cinnabar Ruins. Nobody there.]

This idea he actually agrees with. "Definitely not Lavender. Red has suggested the old Cinnabar Ruins. Nobody out there to be worried about."

[poison-patriarch]

Kyo quirks a brow at this suggestion, looking towards the warden of Cinnabar, Blaine. "It is remote... I'd defer to Blaine's opinion on the stability of confronting Black Fog in proximity to the volcano, itself." A roundabout way of bringing up a concern of his own. Blaine chomps on his moustaches, deep in thought at the proposal, side conversations spark and fizzle among seatmates awaiting their turn in the forum. He speaks with his clipped and intense cadence, "Moltres has moved residence to Sevii, no risk of upsetting that balance."

[poison-patriarch]

The dreams it has invented have been hell, and yet still this dream stands out, burying you in the wall of a laboratory meant to contain just this. The lights never run out of bulbs here, they're constantly changed, reinforced, and they're augmented by normally invisible laser trips.

The room is gargantuan and empty, and inside of the central piece of it lies the ugly twisting shape of that hundred and more-foot long metal sarcophagus. Contained in front of it, the blackened pride and joy of Team Rocket, the Master Ball, sits in front of you under the countless motion sensors and disruptors.

You are the witness to what happens next. You've seen things hatch before, their shells splitting.

It's like that. A split appears on the purple top. It rocks once, and another crack appears across the button sealing it firmly together.

Twice, and the band starts bubbling.

Three times.

Nothing else happens, but the coldest dread and deepest fear settles in your gut while you watch hundreds of small red dots begin hitting something invisible rising like smoke out of it.

So many nights recently Kyo's awoken with a start, gripping his blankets with sweating fingers. This night outdoes them all, and he's up on his feet before he's fully conscious, wrenching blankets away from himself with such force they drape over the nearby furniture. As he staggers, his foot hits an unexpected texture, sinking a meter into bone-chilling ice water. He's falling into it; spears of ice rise to meet his unguarded stomach, to shred his hands as they rise to brace- -- So many nights recently he's awoken with a start, gripping his blankets with sweating fingers. This night outdoes them all, and he's up on his feet before he's fully conscious, wrenching blankets away from himself with such force they drape over the nearby furniture. Reaching the wall, Kyo clings to the slight gap of the window sill, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. When he opens his eyes, they are met with a blackness much darker than should penetrate this far into the ambient city lights. It pulses wetly against the window pane. Within, he can see twisting tendrils of deeper darkness, writhing and parting. Hideous black pupils bloom and twist against sick grey sclerae. He slams the window shut with an uneasy swallow, and his hands shoot to his throat as he feels a foreign entity crawl into his stomach. -- So many nights recently he's awoken with a start, gripping his blankets with sweating fingers. This night... This night he is trapped. He is dreaming and he cannot wake up, not until a piercing signal blares from his rotomphone at Sabrina's command, freeing him from cycles of nightmares all driving home the fear that still grips him now. Black Fog will be contained no longer.

[poison-patriarch]

i got tagged by @redlegend and others <3 rules: i free you, no rules <3 tagging: i tag you if you haven't done this! **B A S I C S** Name: Koseki Kyouichirou/Kyo/Koga Age: 54 (he would have completely blown past his bday back in March if Janine had not reminded him) Birthdate: 3/17 Species: Human Gender: Firstborn (cis man w nonbinary flavor) Orientation: Queer, romantic, pansexual. Profession: Elite Four Representative, Koseki Patriarch, Poison School Head, Anti-Poaching Intervention for the Fuchsia Wilds **P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S ** Hair: Dark grey with a purple cast throughout, with light grey starting to crop up at the temples. Very little facial hair growth, aside from thick dark eyebrows and eyelashes. Eyes: Small irises, deep neutral brown, near black. Skin: Fair skin tone, with a tendency towards a tan in summers. Height: 5'5.5" **F A M I L Y** Siblings: Two younger brothers (Aijirou, Seizaburou) and one younger sister (Ayana) Parents: Deceased. / Grandparents: Deceased. Other Relatives: Koga is the eldest living member of his main family branch through his father. His extended family is vast, including his niblings, cousins, second cousins, aunts and uncles on his mother's side, and family who have married in. But his pride and joy is ANZU, his daughter. He lives to make the world a better safer place for her and all members of his family. He also has an ex-wife who used to go by Sada, they are not in touch and Janine is not aware she is alive. **S K I L L S** - Infiltration, Stealth, Poison Administration and Healing, Chemical and Biological Warfare, Poison Type Pokemon, Tactical Battling Savant, Long Distance Telepathy with Synced/Primary Partnered Pokemon, Medical and Surgical Training, Anti-Poaching Surveillance and Intervention, Wildlife Preserve Management and Patrol, **T R A I T S** —— Positive —— Disciplined, Tenacious, Inquisitive, Dramatic, Structured, Reasoned, Impassioned, Ambitious, Determined, Physical, and Patient. —— Negative —— Indirect, Devious, Impulsive for an Audience, Nosy, Insistent, Overzealous, Dogmatic, Plays Favorites. **L I K E S** Colors: Red, Purple, Black, Brown, and Emerald Green Smells: Cherry/Almond, Metal Cord, Blood, Herbs Textures: finely woven linen, rushes, needles, the skin over a pulse point. Drinks: Beer or Sake, he has an opinion on any kind and will not turn down kindness. **O T H E R D E T A I L S** Smokes? Cigarettes, only when he's bumming from Giovanni. Otherwise he is aware of a variety of smoke-able herbs and can grow/cure/roll them to smoke. It's not something he flaunts doing, partially because he's very cognizant of being a role model, but also because some of the knowledge is from family studies/secrets. Other Drugs? Part of poison training involves purposeful dosing with substances to experience their effects and become prepared for them, so he has been exposed to a variety of drugs he would not specify further generally LOL Driver License? I... assume he must have one but honestly it's so funny for him not to now i'm considering it. Been Arrested? No, but has been captured/kidnapped before, and survived an assassination attempt on himself and Janine.

[poison-patriarch]

i got tagged by @redlegend and others <3 rules: i free you, no rules <3 tagging: i tag you if you haven't done this! **B A S I C S** Name: Koseki Kyouichirou/Kyo/Koga Age: 54 (he would have completely blown past his bday back in March if Janine had not reminded him) Birthdate: 3/17 Species: Human Gender: Firstborn (cis man w nonbinary flavor) Orientation: Queer, romantic, pansexual. Profession: Elite Four Representative, Koseki Patriarch, Poison School Head, Anti-Poaching Intervention for the Fuchsia Wilds **P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S ** Hair: Dark grey with a purple cast throughout, with light grey starting to crop up at the temples. Very little facial hair growth, aside from thick dark eyebrows and eyelashes. Eyes: Small irises, deep neutral brown, near black. Skin: Fair skin tone, with a tendency towards a tan in summers. Height: 5'5.5" **F A M I L Y** Siblings: Two younger brothers (Aijirou, Seizaburou) and one younger sister (Ayana) Parents: Deceased. / Grandparents: Deceased. Other Relatives: Koga is the eldest living member of his main family branch through his father. His extended family is vast, including his niblings, cousins, second cousins, aunts and uncles on his mother's side, and family who have married in. But his pride and joy is ANZU, his daughter. He lives to make the world a better safer place for her and all members of his family. He also has an ex-wife who used to go by Sada, they are not in touch and Janine is not aware she is alive. **S K I L L S** - Infiltration, Stealth, Poison Administration and Healing, Chemical and Biological Warfare, Poison Type Pokemon, Tactical Battling Savant, Long Distance Telepathy with Synced/Primary Partnered Pokemon, Medical and Surgical Training, Anti-Poaching Surveillance and Intervention, Wildlife Preserve Management and Patrol, **T R A I T S** —— Positive —— Disciplined, Tenacious, Inquisitive, Dramatic, Structured, Reasoned, Impassioned, Ambitious, Determined, Physical, and Patient. —— Negative —— Indirect, Devious, Impulsive for an Audience, Nosy, Insistent, Overzealous, Dogmatic, Plays Favorites. **L I K E S** Colors: Red, Purple, Black, Brown, and Emerald Green Smells: Cherry/Almond, Metal Cord, Blood, Herbs Textures: finely woven linen, rushes, needles, the skin over a pulse point. Drinks: Beer or Sake, he has an opinion on any kind and will not turn down kindness. **O T H E R D E T A I L S** Smokes? Cigarettes, only when he's bumming from Giovanni. Otherwise he is aware of a variety of smoke-able herbs and can grow/cure/roll them to smoke. It's not something he flaunts doing, partially because he's very cognizant of being a role model, but also because some of the knowledge is from family studies/secrets. Other Drugs? Part of poison training involves purposeful dosing with substances to experience their effects and become prepared for them, so he has been exposed to a variety of drugs he would not specify further generally LOL Driver License? I... assume he must have one but honestly it's so funny for him not to now i'm considering it. Been Arrested? No, but has been captured/kidnapped before, and survived an assassination attempt on himself and Janine.