Wes raised a brow at the Charizardâs literal nose flaring but maintained his deadpan, quickly looking between it and his Trainer. âMan, Iâm that terrible to you, huh?â He mused with a snort as he summoned Mesa, casually leaning on the Tyranitar while it sized up the Charizard with a hungry smile. It was only visible on its face for a moment though; Sand Stream quickly enveloped the small room in a fierce sandstorm, much to the other patronsâ surprise and displeasure.
Though twice his size, Charizard growled at the fellow reptilian pokemon. Wipe that smug little grin off your face, he appeared to say, but Red wasnât too focused on the rising, one-sided tension between their pokemon. In fact, he was more concerned with what this pokemonâs trainer had to say.
A real bad guy? What did he mean by that? He looked around the room -- something he found difficulty in due to the sand blowing in every direction -- trying to look for another âbad guyâ. Was that guy working for Team Rocket? No, he couldnât be. Red was positive that he wasnât wearing that white and black uniform -- and Red would know that striking crimson âRâ from a mile away. And, as idiotic as Giovanni was, there was no way Team Rocket would hire someone who was disloyal to them. (Plus, Red swore he could identify every grunt of the organization.) While Red was frantically searching for the ârealâ villain, Charizard was too busy being coaxed by another pokemon. By the time he had noticed his pokemonâs averted attention, the sandstorm had subsided, the floor was split, and that guy nowhere to be found.Â
Red kicked at the piece of metal and instantly regretted the action as he held onto his foot. He learned that his thin shoes were not made for kicking hard surfaces.
If only he still had Pidgeot or Espeon, Red would easily blow away that annoying sandstorm by the flying-type or had the psychic Eveelution sense the location of the man, but he doesnât. And boy is he a fool. He hoisted up his foot once more, with the intention of stomping his foot on the ground -- not on the metal ledges, mind you -- until Pikachu pointed at the droplets of blood.
The trainer shook his head. âThereâs no way thatâs his.â Pikachu, however, jumped down from his shoulder, landing on the jagged floor with a graceful âthudâ and followed the fresh trail. His trainer sighed, not quite amused by his starterâs stubbornness, and Charizard only gave Red a shrug. The only choice was to follow Pikachu.
He noticed the stains of red have stopped, but Pikachuâs tail still upright and focusing on which way to go. The mouse pokemon began sniffing the ground and all Red can see are sand, sand, and more sand, but pokemon have much better senses than people.Â
Redâs thoughts, on the other hand, quickly go back to what that guy had said earlier, âWhy donâtcha waste your time goinâ after a real bad guy?â He pressed a finger under his chin as he came to a conclusion -- he still wasnât sure what he had meant by that. Could he have been hired by Team Rocket? Could Team Rocket be planning a revival or something? Or was he from another villainous organization? Wasnât Rocket the only one? If not, just how many organizations were out there?
Just as Red could shake his head away from the thought, Charizard hoisted Red onto his neck and began to take off into the sky. He looked down at his pokemon and noticed that his nostrils were flaring again. Pikachu was stuffed comfortably into Redâs shirt, pika-ing Charizard on which turns to take.
{mother} How do you feel about Red being out adventuring all the time? Does it get lonely at home?
âItâŠIt can get lonely, but Red always makes sure to come home on my birthday and Christmas. He also leaves some of his pokemon with me to keep me company,â she explains, smoothing out Espeonâs fur.
She smiles to herself when she remembers that one Christmas a little more than five years ago when Red came home a little later than usual to catch an Espeon just for her. âThey calm you down when you get nervousâŠapparently,â she remembers Red saying, and she commented on how he was the one who needed Espeon the most at the moment and she giggles when she recalls his bashfulness.Â
âI think it would be even more lonely if I tell him not to leaveâŠâ She places her hands on her hips and confidently says, âBesides, I have quite a lot of friends in the neighborhood!â
Mother: when was the last time you saw Red's father?
âThe last time we saw each other face-to-face was when Red was three.â
âWe actually used to talk on the phone during Redâs journey, but he stopped after Red became the Champion.â She rests a hand on her cheek and sighs. âI wonder whyâŠâ
ey lil mama did you know your kid was fighting the mob at like age 10 or something didn't you tell him not to talk to strangers
She taps a finger on her chin. âWell, I did hear some of the neighbors talking about it, but I thought it was just gossip. I didnât really ask him about it until his journey endedâŠâ
âBut, more importantly, who are you to criticize my parenting?â
hi! what are your ships and notps for Red? :3 juuust curious
// ooh deaaar. well....my ultimate otp is red x personal growth
but all jokes aside: i really like green x red, red x leaf, red x ethan, red x kris, red x lyra, red x silver, red x misty, red x hilda, red x n, red x pikachu bc bros4lyfe. my notps (aka absolutely no not even in a million years will i even consider that a thing) are any parental figure or people he considers to be âparentalâ x red and team rocket x red (which includes giovanni btw).
đŒ Overjoyed by the sight of her friend and his Pikachu, she does not quite notice the fact that he had most likely not heard her due to the fact that a certain Pikachu took her immediate attentionâ being just as happy to see her as she was to see them. A soft giggle emerged from her lips as she reached down to pet the excited electric rodent gently, before her attention soon flitted back to where exactly it was that the journey of said Pikachu was. No more than a few moments later had she found the bottle of water she had offered taken away and her gaze lifted only to witness the truly surprising act of Red dousing himself with water.
Granted, it ought not to be surprising seeing that his abode was in the vicinity of Mt Silver, and the weather in Hoenn was significantly more humid in comparison to Kantoâs but the thought that he would have done that had not crossed her mind in the slightest. The word of gratitude was barely heard by the deep in thought composer, though her eyes were very much focused onto the now wrinkled bottle he waved around. âŠAh, rightâ she ought to answer him! â N-not at all, Red! I hope I havenât kept you waiting for too long.. â
Taking a brief moment to take in his appearance, it definitely appeared as though he had anything but enjoyed the warm weather, albeit seeming relieved after dousing the water on himself. Thankfully enough, had she thought that they might be needing more water during whatever travels they would be making and fished one out of her bag before placing it in Redâs hands. â I brought plenty of water in case the weather was too much for you, so have as much as you need. â Following her words was the light tugging of her bag, accompanied by the sounds of plastic bottles filled to the brim with water as to affirm her statement.
â â When youâre done, you can let me know where youâd like to go. Thereâs a pokemon center nearby if you need to dry your clothes first; I wouldnât want you to fall sick while youâre here.. â Mentioning the reason of his visit here ( or so she thinks it is, at the very least ) was tempting, seeing that they were rather nearby where wild Plusle and Minun lived, but her concern for his well being overrode the thought as she restates her previous statement with yet another reason. â Itâs almost lunch time as well, and we could have lunch there, while we wait for your clothes to dry. â
..What if he didnât want to wait? What if he simply wanted to go and see the Minun and leave the region immediately?! No, no.. that certainly did not make sense, then again with the discomfort that he had experience being under the sun might make it enough for him to..! â U-unless youâd like to just see the Minun and leave, I can understand that entirely, haha.. ha.. â Curse herself for being such a bundle of nerves!      âȘ
And three cheers for Leah and her bottles of water! Red thought, gasping sharply as if he had discovered the beauty of life. (Which, was in fact, her Milotic. He wondered if he could see one in their natural habitats.) His lips quirked upwards both at the sight of bottled water and Milotic. He unfolded Hoennâs map and placed a finger under his chin, wondering just where the heck Mt. Pyre was. Not that he was interested in that pit of heat and lava -- his mother, on the other hand, was. So interested that she wanted him to take a picture of it. He stuffed the map into his sandy pocket and prepared to put his arm through his shirt until--
âI wouldnât want you to fall sick while youâre here.. â
Thatâs when dear Motherâs farewell words struck his mind. It wasnât the predicted: âTake care of yourself, Sweetheart,â but âPlease donât worry your friend too much!â (And heâs not sure how to feel about that...) He doesnât see the point of drying his clothes if this blazing sun was going to keep at it until the evening, but âPLEASE DONâT WORRY YOUR FRIEND TOO MUCHâ rang again.
Despite his obvious fondness to cold weather (and anything that feels cool to the touch), he supposed -- though, he hated to admit it -- he wasnât invincible. He supposed there was a chance of him getting sick, and getting sick meant worrying his friend, and worrying his friend meant disappointing his mother. â...Well--â
Piiiikaaaaaaaaaaa...
Thatâs when Pikachu rubbed his cheeks on Redâs leg, gently pound his forehead on Redâs leg, rolled around on wet sand in front of Red to get his attention. He stared at the mouse through the gaps of his fingers and he noticed him patting his stomach, and Red concluded that he too was starting to get hungry. âActually, I--â
â U-unless youâd like to just see the Minun and leave, I can understand that entirely, haha.. ha.. â
Thatâs right, the reason why he wanted to come to Hoenn in the first place was Minun. How could he forget of the smaller, cuter, blue version of Pikachu? The blazing heat must have distracted him from the goal of catching the little critter. But maybe it affected Leah as well, since her calm demeanor seemed to be nonexistent and she seemed to be jumping into conclusions.
"W-Wait.â He thought he was over-heating himself, but she seemed to be even more flustered than he was. âWe could get lunch. Pikachuâs begging for food anyways,â Red said, pointing at his pokemon who continued his drum solo on his growling stomach.
That's a nice in character twist to the FMK memes. I mean, Red is my shipping bicycle but even then I don't think he'd be that aware (for a lack of better terms) of that stuff
same thoooo. but like, letâs be real: redâs dense and clueless af so things like that is just going to go over his head. unless you really, very obviously spell it out to him
â„Legal Name: Satoshi [REDACTED]
â„Nickname/Alias: Red ; Twerp ; Brat
â„Birthday: January 23
â„Birthplace: Pallet Town, Kanto
â„Sex | Gender | Species: Cis-male ; human
â„Preferred Pronouns: he/him/his
â„Sexual Orientation: ???
â„Spoken Languages: Kantonese (standard Japanese)
âšA History LessonâŹ
â„Education: Preschool ; Pokemon Academy
â„Who were they in school? The shy, quiet kid, who was picked on a lot.
â„Occupation: Pokemon Trainer ; ex-Champion
â„Occupation they wanted as a child: Champion ; Hero of Justice ; Power Ranger
â„Socioeconomic level growing up: Working Class
â„Socioeconomic level now: Working Class
â„Living conditions growing up: Very nice.
â„Living conditions now:Â âPeople say itâs cold.â He shrugs.
â„Criminal Record: None.
âšLetâs Get PhysicalâŹ
â„Characterâs Build: Very slender ; bad posture
â„Height: 179.5 cm
â„Hair Colour: Black
â„Eye Colour: Red
â„Body Modifications: None.
â„Scars/Birthmarks: Scratches from Pikachu on his upper arms and back.
â„Physical or Mental Illnesses: He doesnât think there are any.
â„Addictions: None.
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