Fuck Off Barry

Don't tell me what to do. [Closed blog for returntorule]

[rivaltrainerwally-blog]

Greetings From Far Away ✷ Wally&Lucas

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

rivaltrainerwally:

@rowansworstassistant

It’s not that Wally doesn’t want to talk to Lucas. He does! Lucas has been fantastic. They haven’t met up again since the conference in Jubilife City, but they’ve talked often enough. They’re… friends. Or at least, Wally likes to think so. He doesn’t have a lot of experience with friends that aren’t pokemon. He used to but… obviously he wasn’t that good at it.

(Thinking about Brendon makes him sad in a old, achy way.)

He doesn’t think he needs to have a lot of experience to know that you’re not supposed to lie to your friends, though. And he is, lying that is. He’s been lying for months now, ever since he returned home and joined Team Aqua. Now he’s squirreled away in a little hidey hole in Po Town, as private as it gets around Team Skull’s base, putting off his and Lucas’ weekly phone call. The same way he has been for the past two weeks.

So no, it’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to Lucas, he just… doesn’t want to talk to Lucas. Wally sighs in frustration, staring down at the glassy smooth surface of his phone. Whether or not Wally WANTS to talk to Lucas, doesn’t matter, it’s no longer an option not to call him, because now it’s an assignment. Call the pokemon professor’s assistant, find out what, if anything, he knows about how the pokemon are being affected by the odd changes in the weather, and report back.

It’s all kind of sad that he’s waited until he was ordered to call his friend to actually talk to him.

Wally settles himself more comfortably in his chosen hide away, firming up his resolve. He’s an adult, he can call his friend without having a nervous meltdown over it. Without giving himself anymore time to stall he selects Lucas’ number and sets up a camcall. His little portrait in the corner looks sick.

“Hey Lucas! Long… long time no see?”

There aren’t a whole lot of people Lucas considers friends. Dawn and Barry are alright, but they’re busy. And he can’t exactly blame them for that. They’ve got plenty on their plates keeping them bouncing all over the place. He usually has enough to keep himself busy, which hasn’t changed much since heading to Kanto. It just makes everyone else a little further out of reach. 

And then there’s the friends he doesn’t quite know where he is with. Sam is... something. Lucas doesn’t know what’s going on there, he doesn’t want to think about it. That’s complicated and uncomfortable. But then there’s Wally. And he’s pretty sure they’re friends, but lately... well, lately everything feels distant, so maybe it’s not a surprise that he can’t quite figure out what’s going on there either.

It’s not that Lucas likes talking to people. Usually, it’s one of his least favorite things to do, but... even he gets a little tired of the quiet from time to time.

Wally’s supposed to call soon. Lucas half expects a message telling him it’s going to have to wait, or that today doesn’t work. Which is alright. It seems like Wally’s been pretty busy the last few weeks.

So when his phone suddenly rings in his bag, Lucas falls off his chair and thumps onto the floor. Scrambling, he digs through his bag, covering the floor of the guest room with pens and candy bars. He snatches up his phone as soon as he uncovers it and hops up onto his borrowed bed to answer.

“Hi.” He should say more than that. “Yeah, guess it’s been a little while. How’re you going? How are you--how’s it going. Uh. I mean. What’s up with you?”

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greenite:

Immaculate artistry unfortunately wasn’t passed down to the youngest Oak, neither does said Oak find the hobby a fulfilling way to pass time. Green can draw a mean stick figure though, he swears by it.

“Well, shit, kid, you’re in luck. ‘M about to head out to a bar up in Viridian,” He propositions, as if he’s honestly some saving grace for the younger, “Dunno if that tickles you at all but saves you from toughing out an evening with the old man.” Playing board games, watching black and white television, helping gramps up the stairs so he doesn’t throw his back out– whatever the hell elderly people do in their spare time.

Saves Green from coming off pathetic frequenting that damn bar weekly sans a plus-one. Socialization – outside the realm of hazy nights and waking up to an unknown mug – could be good for him too; friends came along scarcely as he aged… though that wasn’t the truth, was it? Green never did have many friends right out of the gate, and the fact still held true after years of repeated failure and picking up the pieces. Ugly attitude (mostly) shed away hadn’t changed a damn thing. Some hold grudges to the last breath, he can’t blame them, he’d been insufferable. 

So, if he made a friend out of tonight, well, that was fine by him.

A bar? Lucas blinks, brow furrowing. He doesn’t really like going places, particularly public places with loud crowds, which is definitely what a bar sounds like. But... it’s really quiet around the lab lately. It’s not that he doesn’t like being around Sam, but things have been awkward ever since--well, the thing they aren’t talking about. Since then, it feels like they don’t talk about much at all. And he hates it.

Maybe... maybe going out wouldn’t be so bad. It’s just one night. What could happen?

Slowly, he nods, putting away his sketchbook. “Sure. Why not?”

And then he hesitates and winces because he can think of a pretty good reason why not. “I’m uh... I don’t think I’m old enough to drink. I have before, but not at an actual bar.”

He decides it’s probably better not to mention that the person he was drinking with was Sam. And even that wasn’t too long ago. It hadn’t been bad though, from what he remembers of it. That night is a little fuzzy around the edges, and he had woken up to a sketchbook filled with some of the strangest drawings he had ever done. So leaving the sketchbook behind tonight is probably a good idea.

But maybe people won’t question him if he’s with Green. That’s something Lucas has noticed more and more lately. People don’t look twice when you’re with someone like a professor or a gym leader. It probably helps that he’s almost entirely unremarkable himself. Most people probably don’t pay him anymore attention than they would if his company was carrying an extra bag.

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

I’m Average

Rules: Mark the ones you’ve done. Use your result as your post title. Please, repost and don’t reblog!

Tagged by: N/A

Tagging: N/A

[ ] smoked [x] consumed alcohol [ ] slept in the same bed with someone of the another gender [x] slept in the same bed with someone of a similar gender [x] kissed someone of the similar gender [x] had sex [x] had someone in your room other than family [ ] watched porn [ ] bought porn [ ] tried drugs

TOTAL: 5

[x] taken painkillers [ ] taken someone else’s prescription medicine [ ] lied to your parents [x] lied to a friend [ ] snuck out of the house [ ] done something illegal [x] felt hurt [x] hurt someone [ ] wished someone to die [ ] seen someone die

TOTAL: 4

[ ] missed curfew [x] stayed out all night [x] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself [ ] been to a therapist [ ] received a ticket [ ] been to rehab [ ] dyed your hair [ ] been in an accident [ ] been to a club [x] been to a bar

TOTAL: 3

[ ] been to a wild party [ ] been to a Mardi Gras parade [x] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night [ ] had a spring break in Florida [ ] sniffed anything [x] wore black nail polish [ ] wore arm bands [ ] wore t-shirts with band names [ ] listened to rap

TOTAL: 2

[ ] dressed gothic [x] dressed girly [ ] dressed punk [ ] dressed grunge [ ] stole something [ ] been too drunk to remember anything [ ] blacked out [ ] fainted [x] had a crush on a neighbor

TOTAL: 2

[x] had a crush on a friend [ ] been to a concert [ ] dry-humped someone; been dry humped [ ] been called a slut [ ] called someone a slut. [ ] installed speakers in a car [ ] broken a mirror [x] showered at someone of a gender your attracted to’s house [ ] brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush

TOTAL: 2

[ ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper? [x] seen an R-rated movie [ ] cruised the mall [ ] skipped school [ ] had surgery [x] had an injury [ ] gone to court [ ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping [x] caught something on fire. [ ] lied about your age

TOTAL: 3

[ ] owned/rented an apartment/house [ ] broke the law in the police’s presence [ ] made out with someone who had a GF/BF [ ] got in trouble with the police [x] talked to a stranger [ ] hugged a stranger [ ] kissed a stranger [ ] rode in the car with a stranger [ ] been harassed [ ] been verbally harassed

TOTAL: 1

[x] met face-to-face with someone you met online [x] stayed online for 5+ hours straight [ ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight [x] watched TV for 5 hours straight [ ] been to a fair [ ] been called a bad influence [ ] drank and drove [ ] prank-called someone [x] laid on a couch with someone of a gender you’re attracted to [ ] cheated on a test

TOTAL: 4

GRAND TOTAL: 25

If you have 00-10 … write [I’m a goody-goody] If you have 11-20 … write [I’m still a goody-goody] If you have 21-30 … write [I’m average] If you have 31-40 … write [I’m a bad kid] If you have 41-50 … write [I’m a very bad influence] If you have 51-60 … write [I’m a horrible person] If you have 61-70 … write [I should be in jail] If you have 71-80 … write [I should be dead] If you have 81-90 … write [I got a ticket to Hell]

[retiredchampion-blog]

porygon problems || sam&lucas

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

retiredchampion:

Hanging around inside all day. That certainly sounds familiar. Sam hums, taps his fingertips lightly across the lab table again, an idle, distracted gesture. “I’ve been a bit of a homebody lately too,” he admits, with a little rueful smile, like it’s embarrassing to admit.

But Sam doesn’t want to talk about himself. “Have you been at least hanging around with your friends much?” He prompts, and then, because some friendly needling is easy and lightens the mood, asks: “Or, the more important question, have you finally asked Barry out yet?”

He’s going to embarrass Lucas. But it’s all in good humor, a throwback to the way Sam used to poke fun at Pryce or Kurt’s love lives when they were all twenty and stupid.

“Hmm.” He pauses in thought, then turns an amused eye back to Lucas. “Maybe not? Don’t tell me your crush on the Professor is getting in the way.” Which he absolutely should not encourage, but. Well. It’s hard not to find it cute, and as Lucas’s friend, he’s obligated to pry every now and then. Besides; Sam isn’t one to talk, having had a relationship with a student himself (no matter how disastrously that ended up).

The smile Sam gives him is cheeky, on the verge of being unable to keep a straight face. He’s still curious as to how Lucas is going to respond, no matter how often he teases him. “Or is there some sort of other secret boyfriend you haven’t told me about?”

Lucas shrugs and doesn’t answer the question. Barry and Dawn are busy off saving the world, or training, or something. They stop by now and then, but they’ve got better things to do than just hang around a lab all day. He keeps in touch, texting daily and sending plenty of pictures. Usually, that’s enough.

Going red, he lightly jabs Sam with his elbow and then looks around the lab, trying to pick a nice spot to shrivel up and die. “I don’t even know why I told you about that,” he says, sighing.

Which is a downright lie. He knows exactly why he told Sam, because he’s just about the only one Lucas could tell. It’s not that he’s trying to hide who he’s interested in, but that’s not the kind of conversation he has with his parents, and it’s sure as hell not something he wants Barry to know, for obvious reasons.

And maybe it’s nice to be able to talk about it with someone. Even if Sam is obnoxious about it.

His blush spreads over his face to his ears as he regrets everything he’s ever done in his life. He looks down at the floor, vaguely wishing it would just open up and swallow him whole. If only. “No boyfriend. No anything. Go away, you’re the worst.”

Sighing, he turns and flops onto one of the lab tables, burying his face in his arms. “I’m not asking anyone out. Ever. I’ve decided I’m gonna find a cave to live in and be a hermit. Pretty sure that’s what all the cool kids are doing now. Dating is very last century, get with the times, Sam.”

[torngalaxy-blog]

event horizon ✦ cyrus&lucas, au

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

torngalaxy:

Cyrus doesn’t recognize the voice, and the voice doesn’t seem to recognize him either. Yet. The old Galactic uniform might change that; Cyrus stays hidden back in the dark of the cave for now.

He’d thought it impossible for anyone else to enter this world. Unless Giratina wished it. Cyrus is here as penitence, as a punishment, a jail sentence, the circumstances of his stay in this world a direct mirror of Giratina’s own. Banished from the other world, doomed to spend eternity here instead. He’s still trying to figure out if this is what he wanted all along, a world without spirit, a world all to himself.

He cocks his head to the side in the darkness, peers out at the opening of the cave where there’s just a hint of light shining in, cornflower blue and over saturated on the orange rocks. For a few long moments, he thinks of not responding at all.

“I live here,” Cyrus says eventually, a tired, quiet whisper echoing off the cave walls. Though he’s not sure what he’s doing can really count as living. He’s barely going through the motions, feels dead anyway, stuck in this world in some lieu of purgatory or the afterlife. His religious studies had led his thoughts to Yomi often, but this isn’t exactly how he pictured the world of the dead.

“I am not hiding. From that shadowy Pokemon, or anything else.” He stops, lets the words sit, wonders if the owner of the voice is going to come closer, or if they’ll stay just outside the cave mouth forever. Cyrus wouldn’t mind. The concept of socialization seems foreign to him now, words clumsy and awkward in his mouth. Still, there’s a strange ache it leaves. He doesn’t want to keep talking, until he does.

“Giratina and I have made our peace.” A pause. “Why? Is it after you?”

It’s too hard to see much past the lip of the cave. That’s probably half the point. Not that understanding that makes standing just outside it anymore comfortable. Lucas shifts on the spot, wishing his eyes would just hurry up and adjust to the darkness so he could see something, maybe just a hint of whoever’s in there.

He lives here? Brow furrowing, Lucas tips his head to one side. How can anyone live here? So far he hasn’t seen much of the place, but it doesn’t exactly look very homey. There doesn’t seem to be any food, though there’s plenty of water. But... maybe they don’t need it here. Now that he thinks about it, Lucas has been here a while and he hasn’t felt hungry. It’s hard to keep track of time though, maybe it hasn’t been that long.

For a long moment, he considers that question, looking away fromt he cave, almost as if expecting Giratina to pop up right behind him. But the creature is nowhere to be found. That’s a relief and it isn’t. If he could at least see where the Pokemon was, he wouldn’t have to constantly be worried about it popping up over his shoulder. It hasn’t seemed particularly aggressive though, so at least there’s that.

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. “It brought me here and then it just left. Dunno why it did... it doesn’t eat people, does it?”

Then again, if it did, Giratina probably would have eaten this stranger a long time ago. Though he did say that they had made piece. Maybe they’re friends, even legendary Pokemon probably get lonely once in a while. Lucas suddenly hopes that’s why it brought him there. That definitely seems like a better option than being eaten.

He squints into the cave again and then sighs. “Hey, uh... could you come out here? It’s kinda weird just talking to a cave, and I can’t see for shit in the dark, so I think if I come in there, I’m just gonna trip over something.”

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

Truth: Is it true you slept with Professor Oak? Dare: Go skinny dipping in Lake Valor.

“... hate.” Lucas groans and presses his face into his hands for several long moments.

“Yeah... yeah I did, okay? Let’s not talk about it. Ever again. Forever.”

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

Truth: Are you going to join Team Galactic? Dare: Make a blog post about how much you love old men

“For the love of... Alright, truth. I don’t know. Didn’t they just pop up again a few weeks ago? Are they looking for recruits or something? Either way, fuck if I know. I’m kinda busy with other shit right now.”

[rpmemesandmusings]

TRUTH OR DARE!

Send my muse a question and something you want them to do. My muse will have to choose between answering the question truthfully or doing whatever action the dare is! Could involve other muses, or not, asker’s choice!

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sixteentxns:

“Deadpan humor, eh? Not my cup of tea, but I can respect it.” Upon finishing up restoring him team, Roark stores his Pokeballs back in his pockets. He considers Lucas’ words. A Fire-Type might work, but if it’s undertrained, then a Shaymin could still whoop its butt ten different ways.

“Puttin’ it to sleep sounds like our best bet. I fear confusing it would just make it even angrier. If it can one-hit KO a team of Rock-Types, imagine what it could do to a couple squishy humans!” He pauses, in thought. “Then again, if the move in question that you want to use is Hypnosis, then that’s pretty unreliable. Do you have a good, defensive tank on you? I might take a couple tries to put it to sleep.”

Roark glances at his phone and sighs. At this point, he’s going to be late for work, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. Fuck it. His boss’ll probably buy the story of his truck breaking down and he’ll just take the pay deduction from his paycheck. He doesn’t need anymore stress on him. 

At least Lucas believes his story, so others likely will, too.

“As much as I’d like your expertise on the matter and have it be a Pokemon, these footprints looked human to me. Ain’t never seen a shoe print quite like it, though.” He scrambles about for a pen and paper, and finding what he needs, uncaps it, tapping the end of the desk a bit until he can gather his thoughts. “Some futuristic-lookin’ astronaut shit like this,” he states, drawing the unusual footprint to the best of his ability. “I don’t suppose you’d recognize this, would you?”

As he’s pretty much incapable of any other kind of humor, Lucas just lets that one go and turns his attention elsewhere. A slight frown crosses his face as he tries to think. It’s not that his Pokemon can’t hold their own in a battle when they have to, but... it’s been a while and he’s not really sure how well they would do against a legendary in any circumstance.

He shakes his head. “No, my Clefable knows Sing, do you think that would work? Most of my Pokemon can at least take a couple hits, but I dunno if I’d call any of them tanks.”

Although that’s mostly because he’s pretty sure all of his Pokemon are too cute to be called tanks. Without battles to worry about, he’s got way more time to just cuddle with them. He understands battling and the basics of training, but he’s never paid much attention to the labels people give or the statistics that some seem to get so hung up on. All he cares about is if they’ll sit still long enough for him to get a decent sketch done.

Slight frown on his face, Lucas moves to Roark’s side, leaning over the table to get a better look at the drawing. His brow furrows. “I don’t know. I can’t remember seeing anything like that, but I mostly look at Pokemon footprints, not human ones. Let me copy it real quick, just so I remember what it looks like.”

He pulls his sketchbook from his bag and quickly draws the footprint himself on a blank page, jotting down a label at the bottom. “If I see anything else like this, I’ll let you know.”

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

rivaltrainerwally:

Look at that. Wally wonders if Lucas knows his face does this little scrunching thing when he stumbles over his words. Just right there between his eyebrows, a little crinkle. And a fair bit distracting if the fact that Wally doesn’t catch Lucas’ response right away is anything to go by.

Which… oh, Lucas said yes. Wally isn’t upset he’s just a little surprised. He knows he asked but he didn’t really expect him to agree to go with him. Wally isn’t really sure he’d do it if some stranger that had used him as a life preserver asked if he wanted to have coffee with them. Maybe Lucas is just the type of person who enjoys helping people? Whatever the reason Wally is currently reaping the benefits of it so he isn’t going to examine it too closely. Instead he tightens his hold on Lucas’s arm in a comfortable squeeze, and urges them forward faster through the last bit of distance between them and the door.

“Really? Great! T-there was a coffee shop close by here I think! I saw it coming in! I wonder if they have tea? Do you prefer tea or coffee? Would Toasty like to drink something? I need to thank him too!” Wally babbles while he ushers all three of them out the door and into the midday sunshine. He can’t help it,filled with giddy nervousness as he is. Lucas has been kind to him despite their unfortunate meeting; he wants to be kind in return. …And leaving him with a better impression of Wally than of a dazed damsel would be nice too.

He folds a hand over his eyes to protect them from the glare of the sun, and looks out at the buildings visible from the doorway trying to recall which one is the coffee shop. He spots it a short ways from where they’re standing, sandwiched between a clothing store and what looks like a bicycle shop. He points eagerly in that direction and starts tugging Lucas forward again by the grip he still has on his arm. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, he should probably let go? They aren’t in a crowd anymore and he might be making Lucas uncomfortable… Hastily Wally lets go of him and somewhat lamely gestures in the direction of the coffee shop again to disguise his abruptness. “Look! T-there it is. W-we should hurry, it’ll probably get crowded!”  

“Uh.” Lucas has never considered himself to be particularly chatty. Usually, he’s just about the farthest thing from it. Talking means more people get to hear his weird, one note voice. More people get to stare and ask if he’s mocking them or trying to be funny. It’s not exactly his favorite thing to deal with. But Wally seems to be content to fill the air for the both of them. Which... is kinda nice.

“I like coffee,” he manages, once they’ve stepped outside. It’s nice out, although he’s always preferred cloudy days. He tugs at his hat a little, trying to angle it to keep the sun out of his face a bit better. Glancing over at Toasty, he considers the question for a moment. “He likes lemonade.”

His Pokemon have probably eaten more food meant for people than they have treats meant for them. Everyone always acts like it’s such a big issue for Pokemon to eat things meant for them, but as far as he can tell, it’s never been much of a problem, except for that one time Munchlax got a hold of a jar of peanut butter twice his size and ate the entire thing in one sitting, but Lucas is pretty sure that would mess up just about anyone.

He barely notices that Wally still has a grip on him until he lets go. Oh yeah, they probably don’t exactly need to hold onto each other anymore. The streets are far less crowded than the cramped hallways behind them, so he’s pretty sure Wally isn’t about to get trampled on their way to the cafe. Hands in his pockets he nods. “Yeah sure, sounds good.”

Falling into step at Wally’s side, Magmortar walking behind them now, he idly glances around them. “Have you seen much of the city?” he asks, feeling like he should probably say something. “Could show you around if you’re bored or something. After coffee, I mean.”

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

greenite:

“It’s not stealing if I’m related to the dude.” It’s absurd, he snickers, sauntering over to where the missing set of specs finally caught the eye. He’s kidding anyway– mostly. If the scenario were ever to arise, Green would insist he was only borrowing his grandfather’s things. “Besides, these are mine.” Lost-now-found, the simple pair of black-rim glasses sit comfortably atop the bridge of the gym leader’s nose.

Green’s so lucky his eyesight isn’t so bad he fell into a ditch on the way to Pallet and the name Green Oak was never spoken of again, making the trip contacts-less and all.

Not minding his own business, the gym leader’s set of hazel peepers fall to where Lucas’s lie, “Hey that’s not half bad.” But Green wonders why grandpa Oak doesn’t have the kid working on something a little more research oriented; the guy must be bored outta his damn mind. He shoots the trainer a look of empathy, Green knows, he’s been there– though Sycamore usually kept him occupied way back when… and… well, distracted. It’s hard to focus on analyzing data when Kalos’s resident Pokemon Professor is a ten and leaned over tables far too often for Green’s sixteen year old hormonal self to deal.

Mind out of the gutter, Green.

“That old coot always have you down here doin’ zilch while he messes around upstairs doing Arceus knows what though?”

Lucas is pretty sure that being related to someone doesn’t make it not stealing, but he doesn’t really care enough to argue the point, so he just shrugs. Glancing over, one eyebrow rises as he gets a good look at what Green is stealing. Oh. He probably needs those. Unless they’re fake. And... he does sort of look like the type of person who would wear fake glasses for the sake of ‘fashion’ or whatever. But Lucas and his scarf in literally any kind of weather probably don’t have room to talk, so he doesn’t.

He blinks a little when Green comments on his drawing. “Thanks. Been trying to practice more lately.”

There’s plenty of new Pokemon to draw here, so really, if he doesn’t spend most of his time working on that, he’s wasting the opportunity. If he and Sam are going to get started on that illustrated Pokedex, he’s really got to get good. Can’t let a bunch of trainers look at his shitty first attempts at drawing Voltorbs.

“No. I work on other stuff sometimes,” he says, shrugging. “Just got everything done today. Figured I should find something to do.”

And if he looks like he’s really bored out of his mind, Sam’s going to make him go on another bike ride. The thought almost makes him shudder. He’s pretty sure his legs still haven’t quite recovered from the last one. It had sounded like they were just going on a little ride to the next town, and the next thing he knew, he was following Sam up a fucking mountain. Lucas isn’t sure how he didn’t die.

[retiredchampion-blog]

porygon problems || sam&lucas

[rowansworstassistant-blog]

retiredchampion:

“Try saying that after data inputting for a week or two,” Sam offers cheekily, with a little chuckle. “I dredge through because I do find it all interesting, but it does get… boring after long enough.”

He wants to say something else, looks like he wants to say something else, but then Lucas is off looking for a sketchbook, and Sam watches him with mild interest. It’s a familiar scene, he has several blank books tucked away in the corners of his own lab, should someone bring a particularly interesting Pokemon in and Sam’s hands are itching for a pencil.

Lucas’s drawings are good, precise, appealing to the eye. Sam sees a lot of himself in that, though there’s a vague curiosity as to whether Lucas has branched out to subjects other than Pokemon, like Sam had. Objects, people, the local flora. It might do Lucas some good; but Sam tucks the question away for later.

“I’m sure my Sinnoh collection is missing some pieces,” he agrees easily, peering across at the page, where the pair of Porygon-Zs are slowly appearing. It almost makes him want to pull out some paper, create his own rendition of the scene, but it hasn’t exactly been art and creativity that Sam’s been craving.

“You know, now that I think about it, some of my old Kanto and Johto Pokemon sketches could use updating. Perhaps we ought to make some field work out of it. I did say Pokedex entry has been getting boring, and I admit I’ve been going a little stir-crazy in the lab. Why don’t we have a bit of an adventure while we’re at it?”

There’s dozens of sketches of Lucas’s own Porygon-Z in his sketchbooks, but he’s only had the chance to draw Sam’s once before, and that was ages ago. The differences between them are subtle, but still there. His is a little smaller, the dial up noises a bit more enthusiastic as it chirps back at Sam’s, though he can’t exactly capture that bit with just a pencil. They’re quite similar though... which makes sense given where the egg came from.

He blinks wen Sam starts speaking again, forcing his eyes away from the paper as his pencil comes to a halt. Though he always insists just the opposite, it’s difficult for him to listen to someone and draw at the same time. Most people don’t notice when he phones in his half of the conversation, but he shouldn’t do that to Sam.

Head tipped to one side, he considers that for a moment. Field work is usually nice. As much as he likes avoiding people and hiding out in the lab for days at the time, he doesn’t mind getting out now and then, particularly if he’s meant to spend that time with Pokemon instead of people. Hopefully that’s what Sam has in mind, just some nice peaceful observations... that won’t end with being chased by an angry Skuntank or getting lost on another stupid mountain.

Maybe he doesn’t like field work as much as he thinks.

“Sure, we could do that. Just don’t make me go chasing down legendary Pokemon. Professor Rowan keeps sending me to the lakes to try to spot the ones there.” It hasn’t gone well so far. Once, he thought he saw what might have been Uxie for a split second, but then it turned out to just be an irritable Vespiquen that had probably gotten lost in the cave and was less than pleased to have him anywhere nearby.

“Exploring Kanto could be fun though,” he says, letting himself think about it a bit more. “Should probably do that instead of just hanging around inside all day anyway.”

[memeroundups]

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“Is there someone you hold dear?”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

“There must be something you fear.”

“Do you have a home?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“Who do you despise?” 

“How do you sleep at night?”

“What do you think of kindness?”

“What do you think of hatred?”

“Why do you fight?”

“Why do you live?”

“How much blood have you spilled?”

“How much death have you seen?”

“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”

“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”

“You’re not tainted.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You’re awful.”

“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”

“You’re an emotionless robot.”

“You’re just a lap dog.”

“It’s not over.”

“He/she needs you.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop fighting.”

“Stop pushing others away.”

“You’re cruel.”

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

“You depend on him/her too often.”

“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”

“He/she is bringing you down.”

“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”

“You need to listen.”

“You need to speak up more often.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re too proud.”

“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”

“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”

“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”

“You can’t cheat death.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”

“That person is only holding you back.”

“They’re too good for you.”

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

“It will get better.”

“You look lonely.”

“You look bitter.”

“You look tired.”

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You will always be worthless.”

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”

“You’ll rise above them all.” 

“You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”

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greenite:

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With the gym being shut down (due to lack of access to the storage system… he’s sure Bill will get around to it.. eventually), Green’s spent most of his well-deserved downtime lounging around his flat, munching on Rage Candy Bars (his sweet tooth is acting up), doing jack.

Is this the kind of adult he is? The type who works nearly seven days a week, doesn’t know what to do with themselves when they’ve got a bit of downtime? See, this wasn’t a problem when he was in his teens, he’d skip town so often he’d get complaints from hopeful trainers with the Elite Four in their sight, an empty gym with no Green Oak was very much a nuisance. Daisy thought she’d be cute and start giving out his number at one point, occupying his Sunday nights for years following up until he up and bounced to Kalos for a year. Still, he hadn’t had it in him to confront his sister about it, the woman would be all kicked puppy faces and Green would’ve caved.

He’s twenty-one and the early breaches of twilight were threatening to paint the sky. He’s twenty-one and he’s holed up in his apartment going to town on tooth-rotting sweets. What kind of sad little existence? He’s already taken his weekly trip down to the bar… screw it, he’ll go again. A little socialization will do him some good. What real choice does he have? Red, nor anyone else he considers a friend are around to sate the attention Green craves.

If only he could find his glasses, in which, he hasn’t seen in ages. Contacts seem the likely choice for the particular outing but he’s had this same pair thrown in as long as his glasses went M.I.A. It was starting to bug, his eyes needed a break.

Coat hugging his frame, the gym leader makes it down to Pallet, probably just left ‘em with Daisy. She hasn’t seen them. With the promise of stopping by for tea soon, and she was persistent, glasses-less, he sets off for the lab, and maybe it sounds bad, but he’d sorta hoped the resident professor wasn’t around. Quick in, quick out, no awkwardness in between.

No Samuel Oak in sight, though someone else was. Green gives him a quick lookover, “Lucas, right?” Before turning away, rummaging through his grandfather’s things, “I’m Green, but I’m sure you already know that.”

Kanto is nice. It’s quiet here, though not in the ‘quiet before the storm’ way that Sinnoh is. The place is peaceful, the people are content. Lucas could get used to this. True, he hasn’t seen much outside of Pallet just yet. He hasn’t had much reason to. So far he’s just been following along after Sam since they arrived a few weeks before. Rowan had allowed him to go off without complaint (though with the promise that he would study any fully evolved Kanto Pokemon he came across). It’s not quite a vacation, there’s still plenty of work to be done, but it almost feels like one.

He hasn’t gotten out much. There’s apparently plenty to see and do in Kanto according to Sam, but Lucas would rather... not. The lab is nice and familiar. Why should he have to go outside? Fresh air is overrated. He much prefers staying somewhere stuffy. Alright, maybe he’s been cooped up a little too long even for him, but he doesn’t know where anything is. His sense of direction is fairly good, but only once he has a decent idea of where he is to begin with.

At least there’s been plenty of time to draw. Sam’s got plenty of Pokemon in the lab, so he’s got plenty of subjects to sketch. He’s working on what has to be his twelfth Charmander sketch when the door to the lab opens. Lucas barely glances up. People stop by fairly frequently, although Sam’s busy working on... something at the moment. He probably said what it was, but Lucas had only half been paying attention.

Hearing his name, he looks up again. Oh, right, Sam’s grandson. Green’s name has come up a few times, although Lucas has resisted the urge to ask why he’s called that of all things. Especially since he’s fairly sure Sam has another grandkid with a normal name. Oh well. Maybe it’s a family name. Those are weird sometimes.

“Yeah, Sam mentioned you,” he says, eyes already going back to his sketchpad. “If you’re stealing stuff, he’s upstairs so try to keep it down.”

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Gilmore Girls AU

It’s not exactly the most typical of situations. Having a parent not much older than him is a little unusual, Lucas can understand that, but it’s all he’s known since he was eight years old. In some ways, he’s pretty sure it makes it easier when he’s having a crisis to come home to tell his best friend about it.

“Cyrus,” he calls as he opens the front door. He doesn’t wait for a response before trudging inside and wandering to the kitchen table. Cyrus is working on something. He’s been trying to get his own business off the ground for as long as Lucas can remember. Lucas plops down in the chair next to him and rests his head on the table.

The hand that lands on his shoulder is familiar and comforting. He still makes a grumbling noise into the table before sitting up to talk. They go back and forth quickly, they always do. In public, they get a lot of weird looks when they rattle off conversations like auctioneers going at it.

But it’s nice. Cyrus isn’t like the parents he tries not to remember. He’s not perfect, but he’s easy to talk to. And they make it work. Sandgem is a small town, they know everyone and everyone knows them and it all fits together. Lucas can say (fairly confidently) that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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ignius:

Flint followed Lucas out the door, steps eager with excitement at the prospect of both skipping work and exploring a new place. Luckily for him, Lucas was prepared and brought along several flying Pokemon that got them to Wayward Cave in no time. From outside it looked fairly unassuming. A quiet part off the route, its entrance marked only by a small and weather-worn sign. It looked normal. Even so, something about it made him uneasy. There was an acrid burning smell, faint but nevertheless noticeable. He watched Lucas survey the ground and examine a patch of grass. It was blackened, soft wisps of smoke rising from it. 

        He shook his head. “ None of my team know Flash. Hold on a minute. ” Flint paused to rummage through one of his pants pockets, producing two small flashlights. They must’ve been there from the last time he and Phoebe went exploring Hoenn, he deduced, before tossing one to Lucas. “ Not much, but it’s something. ” Fingers pressed the button on the torch to check it still cast a beam. He shrugged. “ At least they work. ”

        There was an air of hesitation around Lucas and he half-expected him to turn back. Surprisingly, he was the first to enter. Flint followed. The harsh burning scent was more noticeable here and along with it was a low rhythmic sound of movement. Flint left his flashlight off, squinting into the darkness. He caught a momentary glow and still in darkness, took a step forward. He switched his flashlight on and pointed it down to inspect the cave floor. It was gravelly, scattered with a multitude of differently sized stones.

        “ Definitely something weird here, ” he murmured, glancing up to look at Lucas. “ Should we look around? ” 

Having left a few Pokemon behind so he could borrow a few flying types to get around more easily, Lucas too was without anything that knew flash, so he took one of the flashlights from Flint with a quiet word of thanks. It wasn’t his first trip through Wayward Cave, but it had been some time since his last exploration of the place. He had a map tucked somewhere in his backpack, although he wasn’t sure whether or not it would actually help.

He glanced over at Flint through the darkness and nodded, turning on the borrowed flashlight. There wasn’t much around but rocks and dirt. Brow furrowing, he stepped deeper into the cave, rounding a small boulder to peer at the wall of the cave. His fingers moved to the rough stone, scorch marks dark against the light gray. “Whatever did this... I think it went this way.”

Generally, going toward whatever had enough firepower to scorch solid rock seemed like about the worst idea possible, but there was a slight nagging curiosity now. The smell of burning... something was more noticeable now too, a strangely warm wind coming from deeper inside the cave. “I don’t remember it being warm in here,” he said, glancing dubiously over at Flint.

Slowly, he moved toward it, motioning for Flint to come along. The cave twisted and turned, winding this way and that. He slowed to a stop as he came to a spot where several paths branched off. Hesitating, he held up a hand, trying to feel for the wind as he looked around. It was then that his flashlight caught something. At the mouth of one of the paths was a large rock, although... it looked as though it had once been much larger, part of it looked melted away completely.

“So... you know a lot about fire types, right? What kind of Pokemon can just melt rock like that?” His brow furrowed as he reached for the rock and then instantly jerked his hand back, feeling the heat lingering there. Biting at the inside of his lip, he clicked off his flashlight and then swore under his breath. “Whatever it was... it definitely came this way.”

Because those glowing hot footprints on the floor of the cave didn’t make themselves.