You Never Learn

Indie Semi-Selective Ujiyasu of Pokemon Conquest. - - - Sengoku/Feudal Japan based Pokemon Veteran written by Leche Main game verses available. Please read RULES and ABOUT before interacting!

[spiritedoperetta-moved]

“U-Uji…”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

" C'mere featherbrains. ”

       HE’S GETTIN A SQUEEZE. LIFTED HIM RIGHT OFF THE GROUND -- !!

[samuraisuncle-blog]

ranseiuniter said: "Please leave again."

 “ I could be salty and say you missed the opportunity when you actually were the boss of me--

      -- But I don’ care. And you’re not. Good luck wi’ wha’ever yur doin’. ”  

[samuraisuncle-blog]

magonumberfive asked: "So if you're goin' home, can I keep your house?"

   -- “ On the off seasons I ain’ there, fine. But you gotta keep it in tip top shape.

              Or I’m kickin’ your ass. ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

     -- He might have resting bitch face, but that’s hilarious --

[ranseiuniter-a]

    “There’s no one to stop me from killing Ujiyasu.”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

    -- " Tha' was like a year ago. I'm over it. "

[origcmibird-aa]

   “ くそ! ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

      -- “ YOU BETTER WASH OUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I THROW A SOAP STONE IN THERE FOR YOU. ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

@magonumberfive

" Like I said before, I don’ give charity. So long as you stay here you’re gonna work and follow some simple rules. An’ I mean, so simple that even an idiot like you can follow ‘em. ” Anymore grinding on his pipe and it might snap in between his teeth. People person? No. Thoughtful and considerate? Hell no. Rumors say he has a lump of coal for a heart and they’re absolutely right. The rest of his life in banishment was suppose to be solitary so he can rot in peace. 

But alas -- here he was taking Magoichi in anyways. Magoichi .. and the yapping furball knawing on his cane as he speaks.

“ First n’ foremost ya wake up before sunrise and you better be ‘ere before sundown. Any second before or after an’ I’m kicking your ass. Worse if I have to go out an’ find you to kick your ass. I don’ trust you by yourself. ” Obviously. “ Bein’ dirty an’ doin’ jack shit is over. You got no more excuses especially when you got arms, water source, an’ a Link. There’s plenty of things that needs to get done aroun’ here. Ya get a list everyday an’ a project every week. Fail any an’ I kick your ass. Save your energy though, ‘cause we’re gonna be training every other day. You’re from Ransei for Arceus’ sake an’ like hell are you gonna be lazy around here. Keeps your head busy anyways. ”

“ But do a good ‘nough job an’ I’m thinkin’ ya can get some kind of allowance. I ain’ anythin’ but fair. ” The long sigh from his lips puffs up gray smoke from the pipe mouth. Eyes suddenly squint in suspicion. “ I’m gonna give ya the things ya need for shootin’- jus’ enough- to help ya on any hunting I need you to do. Nothin’ more or less. Ya try anythin’ stupid again though an’ guess wha’? ”

    “ Tha’s right. ”

          “ I’m gonna kick your ass. ”

      “ Got it? ” 

[aspearbarry]

samuraisuncle‌:

@aspearbarry

AIRHORNS

“ Wha’-….??

    WHAT’S UP DOG?? I don’ get it!! ”

He stops his laughter cold (almost unnaturally so) in order to deliver the line- 

“Nothin’ much man, what’s up with you?”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

" ........ "

    “ ................... ”

           “ ....”

      “ ... Start running. ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

@gyobu

The internet is an updog~!

ask Deez

" Ask........Deez?? "

    “ Is there a gas leak somewhere?? No one’s making any damn sense ..! ”

[spiritedoperetta-moved]

My face when all of my favorite Mutuals are coming back–

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TAKES IT OUT OF CONTEXT ANYWAYS.

[samuraisuncle-blog]

@aspearbarry

AIRHORNS

" Wha’-....??

    WHAT’S UP DOG?? I don’ get it!! ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

The internet is an updog~!

" ...??

    What’s ‘updog’ ?? ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

@spiritedoperetta replied to your post:      " What’s an ‘Internet’? Damn new age...

Grey vc : I think it’s some form of communication, Uji.

"I've communicated with dead ancestors, gods, aliens, fucking ROCKS for Arceus sake.

   but this is some kind of hell in a box. ”

[samuraisuncle-blog]

     " What's an 'Internet'? Damn new age contraptions -- "

[fairyfatalle]

    God, it’s hard to find her way out to this stupid little cabin–the old man had really done his best to get as far away from civilization as possible, hadn’t he? But no matter how far out you got, there was always someone who’d seen you last. And last anyone had seen her gun-toting hobo with a penchant for alcohol, it seemed to be in association with a certain old geezer who lived out in the woods. Whether he was hanging around or not was up in the air, but it was something–if anyone knew what he was up to, it would have to be the ex-Warlord.

    “So, rumor has it that there’s an old hermit out in the woods. You hear the funniest stories from people, don’t you?” She shifts her weight and the purse she carries bounces against her hip with a telltale jangle of coins packed inside. “I’m looking for my beau, have you seen him anywhere? A scruffy sort of gunslinger type, by chance?” | @samuraisuncle

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.... Who? How? And especially .........why. WHY was she bothering him? Does cabin in the middle of the Johtonian woods spell a tourist attraction? And if it’s someone from Ransei she definetly wasn’t someone from Dragnor. Coquettish and a little too pink for any dracon color palette. 

Therefor. 

    Not interested.

“ Ol’ hermit? I prefer to call it a lifestyle. ” Ujiyasu picked up the heavy axe from the tree stump used to cut firewood. A few Stakataka bricks at his feet blink to life at the feeling of mistrust between their link threading wariness. “ Did anyone tell ya the story of what I do to annoyin’ fraternizers? This axe don’ just cut firewood. ”

A grunt and he waves her off, picking up planks from the floor. Like hell he’d give away Magoichi.

     “ Scruffy sort? I ain’ on the market. Get lost. ”        

[magonumberfive]

samuraisuncle‌:

No words needed. He’d just give a content rumble at the gratitude vibrating between them and the tingling scritches at his chin. Mago wasn’t dead..! Big rock man helped him out after all and even gave them soft cushion and warm den to sleep in! A big change from the cold outside and the itchy bark of trees. 

As for Ujiyasu himself, the vibrating, steadily quaking ground beneath their feet was answer enough. The brush bent forward and the trees in their view snapped and creaked at the sudden looming theropod. His teeth carefully clutched a stantler kill and maw dripped fresh with crimson. A throaty growl greets new people he hasn’t met yet.

“ Drop it, Ryū. ” The Tyrantrum drops it with a thud on command. Ujiyasu following from behind, a thankful pat at his leg to signal he was done for the day. One more indignant glare at the mangled looking man and the puffed up, growly fox before thumping back his way into the woods. “ Came back with breakfas’. ”

“ Mornin’ princess. Sorry I took so long. I’s a pretty long way where I can meet up with Ryū. ” And then he hands him the blade strapped to his side with a grunt. “ Ya ain’ too fucked to skin this thing righ’? ”

He had all morning to figure something to say about last night … and he still hasn’t come up with anything.       

Well, Ujiyasu could rest easy knowing the man had a rejuvenated sense of self preservation- the second the beast pushed his way through the tree line his gun was up in a panic. Fortunately the Tyrantrum’s jaw was already occupied with something far tastier than a scraggly hobo, and Ujiyasu’s voice behind confirmed that this… thing was a friend. 

A friend with food. A lot of food. 

Was it gross that his mouth watered at the sight of an undressed carcass? Probably, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t had venison since long before leaving Ransei, and one could only eat rodents for so long before they dreamed of bigger and better dinners.

Even if he’d never killed one of those things before, most quadrupedal Pokemon were built pretty much the same way. He took the knife gladly, half hobbling over to the Stantler to get a better look and feel. Skinning was the easiest part, gutting and processing could get a little tricky, but once he–

Actually…the trickiest part for him would be getting it hung up. A quick shift in the weight put it at a hundred pounds minimum, but that was with all the organs. 

His voice was all about lost, but he grit though the hoarseness, “You get a hanging rack? Or we roppin’? Needa bucket ‘r somethin’- three’ve’m.”

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" Aah? Feelin’ chipper today I see. ” ‘Course if he had deer meat delivered to him at his doorstep, he’d be pretty happy too. Luckily when you have an eleven foot ancient beast with the predatory power and instinct of dinosaurs with you, things get done. He gets by with some salted meat he keeps preserved because of laziness or just exhaustion of every type.

But, well, Mago needed something special and something to do to keep him busy. A whole lot easier to prepare a carcass anyways with another person.

“ Roppin’. Got only a bucket. We’ll make it work. ” So far no mention of last night’s events. Just as planned. Ujiyasu tosses him rope and gestures with a nod of his head to an overhanging sturdy branch. He walks over to the side of the cabin to grab a very worn bucket with a grumble. “ Ya sure ya got it? Ya look like shit. ...Shitter then usual that is. ”  

[magonumberfive]

samuraisuncle‌:

There was a lot he should say. Kind and gentle wasn’t exactly his forte and whenever he opened his mouth a grunt or a low growl rumbled in his throat, catching any words. Where to start? Tell him he didn’t need to do it? Why did he do it? That he could’ve come to him if there was a damn gun to his mouth? How about how devasted he would’ve been if he found his lifeless body when he could’ve done something more? Anything –!

“ Listen, Mago- … ” Just spill his guts. Might as well with nothing else to loose …; considering Mago, almost nothing else to loose. But a turn of his head and he realizes … the bastard fell asleep. 

   “ Son of a bitch. ”

Fine. He wanted to avoid it anyways. Maybe by morning he’ll have some words that doesn’t end up with it calling Mago an idiot. A squeaky yawn tells him his furry friend made it through finally with rifle at the foot of his bed.

“ Oh you wan’ a place on my bed too? How about a pillow min’ while we’re at it. ” The Eevee only paid him a flick of his ear before leaping up and settling next to Mago. He was defeated two to one. Not like he can sleep anyways after being waken up. “ Bigges’ loser tonigh’ is me. ”

Ujiyasu was gone the rest of the night into early morning. Instead Buddy was there to greet him when the sun filtered through the window with sloppy tongue to face. He wasn’t dead right ..? He couldn’t die in his sleep like that ..?

If left alone, he probably could have slept through the entire day, but someone wanted him up. There was a soft groan of protest and a very weak attempt to swat away the onslaught of affection, but his raise hand eventually settled for scratching under the Eevee’s chin instead, the deep sense of gratitude for his help radiating through their link. There weren’t any words for what Buddy did for him.

An attempt to say good morning aloud, however, came as a half garbled noise instead. Fuck, his throat. Where’d Uji keep his drinking water?

…Actually….Where was Ujiyasu?

Nowhere to hide in the little cabin, so outside? Sitting up took a minute, as did pulling himself up to standing. Everything either felt like jelly or as stiff as a board, giving his movements an almost puppeted look. The rifle would have to make due for a cane. Not that he was willing to venture much further than a foot or so from the door to look. 

[samuraisuncle-blog]

No words needed. He’d just give a content rumble at the gratitude vibrating between them and the tingling scritches at his chin. Mago wasn’t dead..! Big rock man helped him out after all and even gave them soft cushion and warm den to sleep in! A big change from the cold outside and the itchy bark of trees. 

As for Ujiyasu himself, the vibrating, steadily quaking ground beneath their feet was answer enough. The brush bent forward and the trees in their view snapped and creaked at the sudden looming theropod. His teeth carefully clutched a stantler kill and maw dripped fresh with crimson. A throaty growl greets new people he hasn’t met yet.

“ Drop it, Ryū. ” The Tyrantrum drops it with a thud on command. Ujiyasu following from behind, a thankful pat at his leg to signal he was done for the day. One more indignant glare at the mangled looking man and the puffed up, growly fox before thumping back his way into the woods. “ Came back with breakfas’. ”

“ Mornin’ princess. Sorry I took so long. I’s a pretty long way where I can meet up with Ryū. ” And then he hands him the blade strapped to his side with a grunt. “ Ya ain’ too fucked to skin this thing righ’? ”

He had all morning to figure something to say about last night ... and he still hasn’t come up with anything.