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[Also related is that I have a Pokemon verse (Team Aqua) boy over on my other blog:
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It’s technically a multi-fandom blog (bc I’ll stick my fave boy in all the things coz I friggin’ can lmao), so if you prefer to keep it all one verse on your dash there’s specific tags you can whitelist to only see the poggle stuff (list inc). So yup jic anyone’s interested lmao
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So irl has been crazy, but if you have any rps with me I haven’t replied to, shoot me an ask or reply to this post! I’m going to do this for each of my blogs, but I’m also going through the activity so I can at least save the drafts I have to do when I get back to them, I just don’t want to miss anyone just in case Tumblr is rude and doesn’t tell me I got a reblog from a rp!
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“You have your future to think about, it’s out of the question.”
“But everyone else gets to go! All of my friends are going! How come I can’t travel?” Chibuzo swallowed as his mother gave that disapproving look that reminded him to toe the line carefully.
“Honey, you don’t have a Pokémon, and even if you did, it’s not safe for you out there. You’re going to go to school, and get a steady job. You’ll get to do the same kind of work your dad and I do. Won’t that be fun?” Zo shook his head, feeling tears burning at his eyes, but refusing to let them fall. It was a few moments of staring between them before his mom sighed.
“You’re not leaving. That’s final. After you turn ten, you’re going to go to secondary school. There’s no arguing about this, understand?” Chibuzo’s vision blurred before he dropped his gaze, turning around and leaving the room.
“Chi.” his mother warned, but he didn’t listen. If she wouldn’t listen to him, he wouldn’t listen to her. The front door stuck a little before he shoved his shoulder into it, pushing it open to the outside. He didn’t stop walking until he was sitting at the shore of the river west of Fallarbor, the roar of the waterfall filling his head, eyes trained on the small Pokémon that flitted to the surface of the water on occasion, searching for food.
He hated how it was expected that he’d just drop whatever he thought was important and do as ordered. He hated that his parents never listened to him, how he felt. Not with the school matter, and not with anything else, either. As if being graced with the ‘gift of life’ by them was enough for them to dictate his every move, his every feeling on any matter, a puppet, a damned...doll. Zo’s eyes misted up again, sniffing before he pressed his forehead into the ripped knees of his jeans, hugging his legs.
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Chibuzo has an interest in machinery and engines that he used to enjoy studying before he ran away from home. In his spare time he fiddles with whatever tech he manages to scavenge from items either being lost or left behind from some unfortunate trainer ill-prepared for the desert’s harsh conditions. Sad to say, it’s usually Pokédexes and Pokéballs, not something he’s too knowledgeable about. At least not yet.
teamaquasnagger started following you
teamaquasnagger:
“What the fuck?” The Team Aqua grunt jumped back almost a whole foot when a sudden blur of brown and orange crashed into the sand. The Umbreon at her side began to bark at whatever it was the nearly fell on top of them, leaping to the side and wagging its tail. The Umbreon calmed itself at the snap of its trainers fingers. Not able to identify what it was thanks to the sandstorm, Kitori took a better glimpse.
Huh…
And just who the hell was this guy?
“Oi, jackass.” Kitori crossed her arms, “Just what in th’ hell do ya think yer doin’?”
Before Kitori could get an answer, the dark type next to her began barking up a storm.
“Dammit Umbreon, what the hell did I just s-” Kitori was cut off when she saw a large draconic figure land next to the fallen man. “Fuckin’ Arceus-” the Team Aqua grunt was taken aback. “Th’ hell is that?”
Zo sat up, rubbing the back of his head from where he’d hit it on the soft...ish ground with a groan, both at the discomfort as well as the knowledge that the person would probably demand a battle for money he didn’t have. At least not on him. Flygon let out a low hiss, standing over their partner, tail waving threateningly while their wings flared, eyes mostly focused on the redhead, but occasionally flicking towards the little black Pokémon. Chibuzo waved at the dragon with a huff.
“Calm down, Flygon, s’fine.” Even with pushes against their side, the larger Pokémon wouldn’t budge, muzzle wrinkling to bare sharp teeth. They didn’t like the tone this stranger used. Zo gave up, looking over to the stranger with brief hesitation before smiling.
“Hi. Uh...just passin’ through, no trouble here.” He poked Flygon in the side with a scowl.
“Quit yer growlin’, c’mon an’ lemme up.” The Flygon’s growling slowly quieted, eyes still narrowed, but they didn’t move from their protective position.
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5. Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill?
“Uh…yeah. ‘Coz I was hungry. Flygon usually does the killin’ since they’re the one who catches our food most of the time, though.”
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6. Do you think that killing is ever justified?
“It sucks I guess, but if we didn’ kill somethin’, we wouldn’ be able t’ eat. Unless you’re like…a Pokémon that eats rocks or somethin’.”
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7. Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?
“…n-…no?”
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Zo shivered, with night falling and finally out of the steadily-falling ash and leftover heat from the volcano, he was getting cold. And hungry. And tired. His cheeks were streaked with tears, leaving trails through the dry ash that covered him as he crept down the route. He hid when he spotted someone, the dimming sunlight giving the pokeballs attached at their waist a telltale gleam. He didn’t have money, or Pokémon, but that never stopped some of the trainers near Meteor Falls from harassing him. Zo waited until they passed, leaving the grass to head further down the road.
It was late, pitch-black when he got lost, stumbling around rocks and trees, only by what seemed a miracle did he spot a light, and in heading towards it, found a house. His stomach growled, but he was too scared to knock on the door. What if a trainer lived there? He’d heard of a family that battled people who passed by. He didn’t want to deal with that. It was when he was about to leave that he spotted a trashcan, grimacing a little at the thought of it, but…he didn’t have money. Where else was he going to find food?
The kid snuck up to the trashcan, listening carefully for any sounds inside of the house before opening the lid. It didn’t smell horrible, so maybe there was something still good. He stood on tiptoes, digging around, pulling open a bag to search for something edible. After the first few layers turned up nothing, he shifted to dig deeper…only to find the can was shifting with his weight on the side of it. He bit back a yelp when he fell with the can despite his attempt to jump away from it, scattering garbage on the ground with a crash. His heart pounded a frantic tempo in his head as he tried to free himself from the can, to get away. It was too late when the door opened, an old lady standing there with a broom.
“Hello? Who’s there?” Zo felt frustrated and terrified tears rise up, hand still caught in the tangle of plastic straps that kept the bag closed, slumping a little, giving up. She’d tell his parents where he was, he’d be made to go back, he didn’t…
“O-oh! Oh you poor thing… Are you lost?” The kind tone took him off-guard, looking to find the old lady standing almost right behind him, broom lowered. She put it down before coming forward and gently untangling his wrist from the straps.
“You should know better than to dig around in garbage… Where are your parents?” Zo hiccuped, crying and shaking his head. He didn’t want to go back. The old lady seemed to misunderstand his response, a look of pity crossing her face.
“Now, now, it’s alright… You can come inside. That’s right… You can have a nice bath and cocoa and we can talk, alright?” Zo sniffed, looking up at her before slowly nodding. A bath sounded nice, especially after the tumble with the can. She offered a reassuring smile, gently plucking off bits of garbage from his clothes. Zo froze at the sound of his stomach loudly complaining, the old lady’s smile growing warmer.
“Perhaps some food would be a good idea too, hm?”
“Y…yes please…”
Warm Sands, Strange Faces [Chibuzo/Jamie]
devinctusampharos:
Once done trying to pry the lion cub’s teeth out of his index finger, he rubs it against his shirt and pouts before admiring the way the other male showed affection to his Taillow. The bird continued to tweet and sing as the Trainer pet him, letting out a drawn out brrreep! of satisfaction when his jaw was scritched; his feathers puffed up and his eyes closed, causing Jamie to laugh ever so slightly.
“Y-yeah,” the redhead snorted and tried to contain further laughter as the bird flopped onto the other man’s head. “Jasper tends t-t-to run off all the time. J-Just to annoy me, I-I think…” He stiffened, swearing he could hear the faint bleat of his brother, but sank his shoulders when it didn’t continue; offering a nervous laugh at the comment of not eating anyone unless they know where they’ve been.
Dissatisfied at the sudden lack of affection, the bird hopped back onto his feet and flew down to the man’s arm, tilting his head and getting comfortable on the appendage as the rest of the gang hurried forward to investigate the new human - the Litleo being the least receptive to the invitation and letting out a grumble from her throat and attempting her best at a roar. The Eevee and Snivy seemed excited about the potential new playmate, both taking the opportunity to tug at his clothes in an offer to play.
“I-I-I have another Pokemon, t-too, but he wouldn’t really s-survive out of water,” he explains, a look of realization quickly spreading over his face. “Ah! I-I’m s-s-sorry, um, m-my name is James! B-but, um…I really do prefer Jamie. I-If that’s okay with you. Your name is r-really cool.”
Zo laughed a little at the tugs, giving the green reptilian Pokémon and the fluffier brownish one a few strokes, smiling at the other with the little mohawk.
“Jamie works. An’ thanks. So what are these lil buggers’ names?” he asked, giving the bird a quick peck on the head to placate them until he could give the others some attention too. His fingers were rubbing the short fur on the chin of the fluffier brown Pokémon when a buzzing sound keened on the wind, seemingly unnoticed by Zo until a dark shadow flitting over the sand preceded a solid thump on the ground. Flygon had a squirming Cacnea in their mouth, seeming pleased with themself until they noted the new additions. Zo looked up with a smile.
“How’d it...oh, cool! You caught somethin’ t’eat! Come an’ say hi, c’mon.” The dragon walked over, sniffing suspiciously before looking the bird Pokémon in the eye. They snorted through their nose, puffing a sudden rush of air at them before readjusting their jaws around the spiky meal in their teeth.
Warm Sands, Strange Faces [Chibuzo/Jamie]
devinctusampharos:
The redhead grimaced slightly at the direct response he was given - but a response was better than none at all. He thought they wanted him as food, so this was a better development.
He, too, coughed when the Flygon took off - though he seemed almost relieved that the Pokemon was willing to take up the offer to look. Returning his gaze to the stranger in front of him, he let out a little laugh and smiled in response to his question.
“Ah, n-no, h-heheh. His n-name’s Jasper.” A pause, and a wider smile. “I-I-I think Fluffy w-was m-my first choice when my p-parents first brought him h-home, though.” A look of worry soon washed over his face for a moment, and then the boy fiddled with other things inside of his bag - bringing out a select few Pokeballs and releasing them into the shade, he stared at them intently as he pushed the release mechanisms.
Jamie let out another sigh of relief once the baby Pokemon came out with yawns and disgruntled responses to the desert around them. A particularly grumpy Litleo bites the boy’s finger, as if it were his fault their surroundings were sandy and undesirable, and an Eevee tries its hardest to pull the lion cub away. A Snivy covers its eyes and looks around the area with wonder, and last but not least, a Taillow chirrups at the next gust of wind and flies against it with a determined look on its face before perching on Zo’s head, curiously.
Zo’s eyes widened at the different types of Pokémon that the stranger brought out, unsure why they’d done so, but refraining from asking when the bird gave him a look before landing on him. Zo smiled when he didn’t feel claws or a sharp beak trying to draw blood, reaching up to stroke soft feathers along their trunk. His fingertips barely ghosted over more feathers to find what he was looking for not long after, gently scritching the line of the Pokémon’s jaw.
“So I take it Jasper’s the only missin’ one of the merry band?” he asked, eyes flicked up to try and get a better look at the bird before turning his attention to the redhead. He couldn’t see Flygon yet, squinting in the sunlight to try and catch a dark shape in the skies. It was a little too soon for their return, unless the little sheep was nearby.
“An’ don’ worry ‘bout us eatin’ you or any of your friends. No‘ffense, but we don’ eat anyone unless we know where they’ve been.” he joked with a crooked grin, pausing in the scritches to push his goggles up onto his forehead.
“Name’s Chibuzo. Y’can call me whatever you’d like if that’s a mouthful.” Zo crouched down to investigate the other Pokémon, offering a finger out for them to catch his scent if they wanted.
Warm Sands, Strange Faces [Chibuzo/Jamie]
devinctusampharos:
The various kicks and prods had stirred him, but the sudden puff of air and warm nudge against his jaw brought him around - the sight of a big, green dragon with red eyes staring right into his caused his heart to stop momentarily. The redhead got up, only to fall back down again, and attempted to scurry backwards.
“W-what – I-I’m not food!” He pleaded, eyes wide with fear at the trainer and his Pokemon. “I-I’m s-sorry i-if I-I’m not supposed t-to be here! I-I was…I-I-I was t-trying to find m-my brother,” the redhead swallowed and looked around, eyes watering slightly. “H-he ran off earlier, a-a-and I can’t f-find him now.”
Rubbing his forehead with one hand, Jamie rasped and dug around in his backpack desperately with the other before pulling out a respirator and taking a few puffs of air from it. The redhead exhaled shakily and returned it to his pack, straining to contain tears.
“H-h-he’s a little sheep,” Jamie explained, hoping his words weren’t falling on deaf ears. “Y-You haven’t seen him, have you?”
Zo frowned a little at how jittery this guy seemed, cocking a brow towards his partner at the mention of a brother. Flygon huffed quietly before backing up a bit to give the stranger space, sniffing curiously when they used the odd device. Zo pat the Pokémon on the flank.
“Desert’s not ours, we just live in it. It’s your ass if you decide t’come wandering in. ‘Specially when you decide t’fall asleep out in the open like that.” he grumbled. The dragon next to him growled, eyes narrowed at their partner before Zo sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“Alrigh’, alrigh’... Flygon, y’wanna take a sweep around, see if...” The dragon snapped out their wings, taking off with a whoosh of wind and sand, a whistling sound buzzing through the air while Zo coughed, pulling up his handkerchief a little out of reflex, though it wasn’t much help after the fact.
“Cranky bugger when they’re hungry...” he muttered. “So, this sheep got a name or no? Won’t do much good t’yell ‘Sheepie’, unless that’s what you actually named ‘em.” he asked, blowing some air through his nostrils to clear them of sand, rubbing his nose afterwards with a knuckle.
Chibuzo Headcanons 001 - Scavenger
Zo has some pretty nice clothes and stuff considering he’s been wandering around living in a desert for almost ten years. Sandshrew aren’t secretly running manufacturing plants out in Route 111, though. Fact is, people die a lot in the desert, usually trainers ill-prepared for the trip, or they get hurt, or they get lost. Chibuzo’s run across his fair share of dead bodies, and when his clothes don’t fit, or his water flask is cracked...it’s a good time to pick up replacements. He hoards what he finds in his and Flygon’s cave, so if someone had something he’d want, there isn’t much of a shortage of useful items to trade for it.
Warm Sands, Strange Faces [Chibuzo/Jamie]
His Mareep had run off again. A disgruntled groan left the redhead’s throat as he looked around the entrance to the desert, tentative to enter yet at the same time determined to find his brother - what if he got hurt? Eaten by the various Pokemon that are undoubtedly thriving in the sand?
The anxiety boiled inside of him and, eventually, he took his first step into the desert - and then another, and several more, until Jamie soon realized that he had taken a few too many as he searched for his sheep. He called out Jasper’s name a few times before beginning to feel bile rise up the back of his throat - his fear soon made worse by the whipping up of a sandstorm; particles of ground up rock stinging his eyes and getting into his lungs.
The redhead struggled his way through the sandy wasteland a bit more, wiping off sweat from his forehead and swallowing what little spit he had left in his mouth. He hadn’t anticipated the little Pokemon entering the desert, let alone getting lost while looking for him. He sat for a while in the shade of a rock, hoping to catch a break from the boiling sun and vicious storm - but quickly falling asleep from fatigue in his rest.
“Oi. Wake up.” Zo’s face was twisted in a frown, lips pouting while he poked and prodded the stranger. They’d just been walking, looking for anything that might be food, and ran across a pale redhead. Well...not so much pale anymore, fair skin burned into some shade of pink. Flygon’s wings fanned again with a slight chitter, keeping some shade on and sand off of whoever-this-person-was. Zo huffed, brows furrowing behind his goggles, pulling down his handkerchief enough so that his voice wasn’t quite as muffled.
“Oi! Unless you want t’be fried up in the sun an’ eaten, wake up.” He kicked their foot with his own boot, hoping the tapping would wake them up. Flygon made a low chirp, tail swishing.
“I’m tryin’! Look, ok, you think you’re so smart, you try it then.” The dragon’s eyes narrowed, taking a few steps closer before nudging the stranger’s jaw with their nose, blowing a puff of air in their face, adding a low churr in hopes of bringing them around quicker.
Pokeball and Masterball
Pokeball: How we first met - x
‘It was a…disorienting experience. I came out of the ball after how long inside. Far too long. I flew away, thinking it was the angry one that let me out. It was not.’
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Master ball: A memory they cherish
‘Flying, free. The little one did not seem to like it much, though.’
// Pokeball, Heavy ball, Dream ball
Pokeball: How we first met
‘He freed me. …I scared him. I came back.’
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Heavy ball: Their favorite type of snack
‘I like berries. I do not know what the yellow and orange one was called, but it was good. Better than Cacnea, anyway.’
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Dream ball: A hope they have for the future
‘That I never see the angry one again.’
aquatrey started following you
“Hey! Get back here!” Chibuzo chased after the weird lizard, jumping after it in an attempt to tackle it, only to land facefirst in the sand. He sat up, shaking his head, spitting out grit.
“Flygon, get ‘em!” he yelled, the dragon already overhead, their shadow flicking over the ground before landing in front of the strange Pokémon with a thump, wings fanned and tail arched.
‘Drop the water, no one gets hurt.’ they growled, eyes flicking from the Pokémon to the scuffed up flask in their mouth.
Flygon Headcanons 000 - Lost And Found
As Chibuzo found Flygon trapped inside of a pokeball in the middle of the desert, it’s fairly safe to assume that they belonged to someone. Who exactly remains a mystery. Also, more importantly, why the Pokémon had been left in the sand, potentially lost forever with the shifting sands also remains unanswered. Chibuzo assumes that the person’s belt was crap, rather than ask if there was any reason they would leave them behind, abandoned.
