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Hey guys! Just throwing this out there but I'm changing Morty to a strictly Indie blog. naturally this doesn't change any current roleplays (Or future ones for that matter) But I thought it was important to note! I'm not active enough here to really do his character justice in a group setting so I'll be setting up post on indie island!
Here's a M!A List Spread It Like A Fatal Disease
Blood: Your thirst for blood is insatiable. No, you aren't some vampire with convenient sharp teeth. You gotta find blood to eat or you'll starve; all other food and drink make you promptly vomit.
Stuttering: You have an irresistibly cute stutter for the next _____
Little Bird: For ____, you have cute little wings. No, not big enough to fly. Yes, big enough that you might need to cut holes in your shirt.
Lips Like Morphine: You want to kiss everyone who says your name for the next ____.
Super Psycho Love: For the next ___, you're on a quest to make out with one person that the anon specifies.
Use Me: You have to abide to anyone that says your name, followed by a command. Lasts for _____.
Blood, Sex, and Booze: You wake up tied to a chair, your head hurts like fucking hell, and you taste blood on your lips holy shit you're bleeding. Oh yeah, and you're horny as shit. You're stuck for ____ or until someone helps you out.
Nice Guys Finish Last: If you're a nice guy, now you're bad. If you're a bad guy, you're now nice. If you're somewhere in the middle, you're now a fuckin' cat.
The Mirror: You become split into two versions of yourself -- your good and your evil, for ___.
Automatisch: You are now a robot or a cyborg (have metallic parts) for _____.
Anyway You Want It: You have to follow the next 5 commands in your inbox, no matter what. (Can only be refuted by another anon).
So Fierce: You're suddenly some kind of sex kitten, for ______. You smouldering temptress.
Chained to You: Physically, you are chained to (anon decides) for _____ long. Include chain leeway (length).
Brainwashed: You will be brainwashed by the next person to say your name. Lasts for _____.
T-Shirt: You can wear nothing but a t-shirt for ______.
When They Come For Me: Yeah. They're coming. You better run. They'll give up the hunt on _____.
I Don't Like The Drugs: Way to develop a physiological drug dependency for ____. Way to go, Tiger.
Pushing Me Away: You now love everyone you hated. You hate/are scared of the ones closest to you. Relationships that are somewhere in the middle are unaffected. Lasts for _____.
I'm Dying: I'm so...so sorry...
Kryptonite: Well, aren't you a hunk. You've got super strength, speed, x-ray vision, and dazzling hair. There's only one thing that can stop you, and that's (anon decides).
Drunk: Get Home You're drunk for _______. (Anon can specify a KIND of drunk; angry drunk, horny drunk, emotional drunk, etc..)
Killer in You: You want to kill everyone with RP with for ______. The only way to stop it is to kill yourself (you'll come back, obvi. But whether or not you know that...)
Good Life: For _____, you have everything you've ever wanted. When it disappears, though...
Small yellow thief | Thorton/Morty
Easing off from any sense of anxiety that lingered on from before, a friendly smile etched across Thorton’s face at the young man’s words. Thank Arceus he wasn’t upset, truly Thorton didn’t think he could handle another incident like some of the previous ones where much more valuable items had been stolen from much angrier trainers.
“That is true, but it certainly wasn’t necessary.” a nervous chuckle escaped him as he watched Morty approach the Jolteon. She certainly would not bite or cause harm intentionally, but more often than not she was too rough for her own good. However, in this instance, she was docile and reserved—approaching the stranger before her cautiously yet showing no fear. Attention truly was what she was after as he nuzzled into the palm of Morty’s hand affectionately.
Upon hearing the name of the young man, he was much familiar with his title already. Even though he had not met him before the fact he showed his presence around ghost Pokemon could have been a definite give away. It certainly was a far distance for the gym leader to have traveled indeed, especially since Thorton couldn’t imagine the tremendous amount of work it was running a gym.
“It’s nice to meet you Morty, and Atlas.” Thorton chimed with a smile at the sight of the Gengar with its clear indication of jealousy which was quite humorous to him. “I’m Thorton, and this bundle of mischief is Thisbe.” he glanced down at the Eeveelution with a smirk as she let out a proud bark, as if completely oblivious to her previous mishap.
“I’m the Factory Head in the Sinnoh Battle Frontier, and Thisbe of course is my loyal assistant,”
“Thisbe..” Morty smiled a light glinting in his eyes. “Does darling Thisbe have her Pyramus?”Shockingly enough the blonde seemed aware of the old myth. He crossed his arms seeming more impressed with the short male. “Though maybe there’s a sort of poetic justice if you only have a Thisbe, the path of Star-crossed lovers is never an easy one.”
Atlas began to cling to Morty again as if feeling the need to remind Morty of his presence. With a knowing smile Morty stroked the ghost type’s head tenderly. “Battle frontier hm? I don’t think we have one of those in Johto.. He tapped his cheek.. “Na, can’t say that we do.. But Sinnoh, that’s pretty far from here, are you around for the Pokemon world tournament or what?”
Hearing his stomach growl Morty made a face. He looked up at the cloudy night sky, hm would I rain soon? Just how long had he spent in the castle? The young man fumbled around in the bag he carried before taking out an actual map – wait where did he even get a map of this area? Nearly everything was done electronically. He squinted moving to stand under a streetlight sighing lightly. “I think my biggest issue with this region is how I can’t find a thing without the use of this map.” After a few moments he frowned. “Even then there’s so many little tiny places.. I can’t even find where I am.” His voice trailed off and Gengar floated up to his shoulder as if looking at the map could help. Finally giving up the violet eyed man looked back to Thorton. “Hey, you wouldn’t know a good place to eat around here would you?” He lowered the map, his usual smile still in place.
Visiting the Seer :: Sabrina/Morty
Being engulfed in darkness didn’t scare the psychic. It put her on edge but it didn’t frighten her. Awkwardly sitting on the (closed) toilet seat, she stared into pure darkness at what seemed to be the mirror. Of course she couldn’t see herself but was slightly intrigued at the frame of the the mirror, although she couldn’t see the details of it.
She heard footsteps approaching and stood up, securing the towel around her tightly. She heard his voice outside the door and smiled, amused. Opening it just a crack she could make out his face. His eyes were closed. This made Sabrina laugh lightly.
“Thanks Morty, you can’t really see me much, anyway.” she said a bit teasingly and received the clothes. Shutting the door, she dropped the towel, and started dressing in the dark. It really wasn’t difficult…she just hoped everything was on the right way. The shirt was very large on her. The sleeves were much longer and the shirt ended just about to her thighs. The pants were going to be a constant effort to keep up, but the drawstring at least made it a bit easier. Then it came to her. She was wearing his clothes…Morty’s clothes…She flushed embarrassingly, but pushed this immature thought aside. She had never worn anyone else’s clothes but in times like this, it was appropiate. Grabbing her wet backpack, she walked out the bathroom and into the dark hallway.
Once the woman had taken the clothes Morty set off towards the kitchen. Lampent followed him, providing light as he moved from place to place collecting what he needed for tea.. she had to like tea right? Didn’t everyone? With a shrug he had Lampent heat up the kettle of water. He had plucked out two identical cups and had busied himself with making some fresh Green tea. His mind traveled to the young woman in his home. Since they had first met she had become quite famous hadn’t she? It wasn’t particularly Morty’s forte to follow pop culture but he had hear Whitney going on and on about some movie series by the Pokemon trainer turned actress that Morty just had to watch.
In truth is surprised him greatly, Sabrina always seemed reserved and on the quiet side, how would she deal with the constant bombardment of paparazzi? Ah, well whatever floated her boat was fine with him. As the tea brewed Morty wandered around his kitchen. Would she be hungry? Probably. But what in the world did A-list actresses eat anyway? Rolling his eyes he sighed. He couldn’t think of her as an actress, he knew she’d rather be viewed as a person than a figurehead anyway. But still? What would she eat? Furthermore what did Morty even have? The blonde was notoriously bad at cooking and often ate his dinners with the Kimono girls. The group was very close in that way, they were more of a family to him then his actual folks.
Rummaging through his cabinets he sighed there was a package of cookies at least. Shrugging he handed them to Atlas who pranced back into the living room, he followed steadily with the two cups of tea, setting them down on the coffee table.
“Sorry it’s not much but I really wasn’t expecting the storm to last this long.” His deep purple eyes looked up and he grinned. “I made some tea though, the sugar pot’s right there..I didn’t know how much you take so I didn’t wanna mess it up.” With a sheepish laugh he sat on one edge of the couch. Morty was definitely strange, he completely broke from the usual stigma of ‘creepy’ Ghost type gym leader and was always incredibly cordial. “What brings you all the way out here?
Small yellow thief | Thorton/Morty
“Uhhh—” watching the Gengar float about frantically, speaking only in the tongue that another Pokemon may understand, he wasn’t quite sure what the meaning of this invasion was. He looked down at the ground to see Thisbe sitting patiently, staring up at the Gengar as is nothing had ever happened.
The first thing the boy noticed was she was far too calm for this visit from the ghost Pokemon to be just random—normally she would be bouncing off the walls looking to play, so this indeed was not normal behavior. The second thing he noticed was the black book hanging from her mouth and instantly he knew exactly the cause of the strange Pokemon’s frustration.
“Eughhh.” expelling a grunt, Thorton bent down beside the electric eeveelution, focusing his gaze into a scowl upon the mischievous Pokemon. Caught in the act, Thisbe glanced back at her trainer through sorry eyes, dropping the book to the ground before her. With a whimper, she nuzzled against him affectionately in her sorry attempts at an apology.
“Oh no, don’t try that on me. It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” not acknowledging her sympathetic affection towards herself, he grabbed the book and stood up again angrily. Turning to the Gengar again, he wasn’t sure how to explain the situation to the Pokemon in a manner to which it may understand.
Holding out the book to the ghost, Thorton glanced apprehensively at the abnormally rare Pokemon to be seen simply floating around alone. It then became apparent to him that this creature must have a trainer somewhere, and to whom indeed this book must have originally belonged to. Only then did he feel even more anxious, hoping the Gengar did not belong to someone who might indeed be angry about the situation.
Although Thisbe meant no harm, she simply could not control her urge to steal from others. Thorton could not trace her fixation with this habit, and therefore had a difficult time breaking her of it. His theory was she was trying to make friends rather than the intention of truly stealing something from another—figuring the initiation would truly bring another to chase after her.
A brief glance behind the Gengar would reveal a young man pacing leisurely down the path. He appeared to pose no threat, and was seemingly unphased by what had just happened, and this eased Thorton’s stress slightly. As the man approached closer, the boy began to run the situation through his mind about how he was going to explain the actions of the rambunctious Jolteon.
“I’m really sorry about this,” Thorton apologized frantically, handing the book back to its original owner. This was clearly an invasion of privacy, and he only hoped that this stranger would be understanding, although it would be expected in the case he did not.
“I hope you can forgive her, she really means no harm…and to be honest you’re not the first person this has happened too.”
As Thorton apologized the Gengar merely kept its eyes on Thisbe. It was evident that despite the usual composed persona that Ghost Pokemon had this creature seemed more emotional, prone to little temper tantrums. Atlas crossed his stubby arms like a child out of defiance watching as the other Pokemon was scolded. The Ghost-type’s red optics flickered back to the book as Thorton took it, automatically he reached out, alas he was too short to actually reach it and proceeded to try and jump for it. It was at this point that Morty approached, noticing his beloved trainer the Pokemon immediately lost interest in the book and pranced over pointing repeatedly towards the book before clinging to the lanky gym-leader’s leg.
Morty patted Atlas’s head as the creature clinged to him, his deep purple eyes meeting those of the much shorter male. “Really don’t worry.” His voice seemed to fit his mellow appearance, soft and low. He even smiled as he took the book back, slipping it into his back pocket. “It’s not like there was any harm done.” The Gengar looked up at his trainer exasperatedly but Morty ignored the slight protest. “Besides she probably just wanted some attention.” Morty squatted down stroking the Jolteon’s head. Gengar stood beside Morty, a clearly jealous expression on his face. “Huh-girl?” He cooed continuing to pet the Eeveevolution for a moment longer before standing to his full height once more.
The blonde held out a hand, still wearing that contagious smile. “The name’s Morty, I’m a Gym-leader from Kanto, this little devil is Atlas.” At the mention of his name the Gengar seemed to puff up in pride. “But who are you?” It was rare for Morty to watch the news or keep up on the going-ons of other regions so he really had no idea just who he was speaking to.
Visiting the Seer :: Sabrina/Morty
A smile graced her lips as his demeanor immediately turned friendly and he invited her inside. She walked in, her arms still tight around her chest, and nodded her head quietly at his Gengar. She was never afraid or intimidated by ghost-type Pokemon. She actually…liked them, and didn’t mind being around them. Her Pokemon thought differently, however.
Shutting the door behind her, she noticed it was dark inside, only his Lampent was giving off enough light to see the dark shapes of objects in the room, but not their color. She even noticed a few books laying around, too and figured he was a reader; just like her. “Thank you.” the psychic said, already beginning to shiver.
As the Lampent lead her to the bathroom, she looked around, closely observing and admiring his home. The colors and decor really suited him. Nodding and thanking the floating ghost, she shut the door behind her and almost immediately started stripping off her clothes. Luckily, Sabrina had brought along her travel bag, which only contained basic items like her remaining Pokeballs, potions, a book, a change of clothing and a snack or two. The clothes and paper items were drenching wet, so they were basically useless now.
She sighed heavily to herself and stuffed her other wet garment in the bag, zipping it shut. Realizing how she was only in her undergarments, she quickly grabbed a towel, and wrapped herself in it, finally starting to get warm.
Atlas naturally followed Morty upstairs, prancing as its weightless body scaled the stairs behind his friend. Knowing his home quite well it was easy for Morty to make I to his room without the assistance of Lampent. Despite this his fingers skimmed along the wall until he hit the first door on the left, he quickly opened his door and moved into his room. The far off flickering lights of the Pokecenter were visible through his window and he smiled contently- Well at least they had power. Moving over to his wardrobe he laughed a bit. Well at least matching the garments wouldn’t be an issue, everything was shades of Gray and white. Squinting in the dim light he plucked a sweater from a hanger eyes scanning the row of clothes longer for some sort of bottoms she could wear. She was certainly too short for most of his clothing but there had to be something that at least wouldn’t fall right off of her. Eventually the man found a pair of drawstring sweatpants and shrugged taking them with him. Sure it was by no means fashionable but it was warm and would hopefully be small enough for the other psychic.
It didn’t occur to the blonde that the woman would most likely also have her undergarments soaked- not that he could do much for her in that department anyway. As he made his way back down the stairs he folded the clothes neatly. Once actually near the bathroom he frowned.
Morty is by no means a pervert in fact being raised around the Kimono girls instilled a strong sense of respect for woman. Morty bites his lip a bit trying to think of a way to give her the clothes in the least awkward way possible. “Uh- Sabrina?” He walks over to the closed door not daring to actually touch it. The blonde turns his head away, shutting his eyes tightly. “If you wanna open the door I’ve got clothes here.. I’m not- uh looking or anything.” It’s clear from his voice that he’s embarrassed, a slightly amusing aspect to his usual calm demeanor.
Small yellow thief | Thorton/Morty
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You’re the unsuspecting victim that sat on a bench quietly, probably enjoying the peacefulness of the calm afternoon. Around you, nothing more can be heard but the sound of croaking Croagunk, and cawing Spearow. The wind rustles through the trees, creating a welcoming coolness upon your face. Whatever endeavors your day has brought is drowned out by the serenity you’re surrounded by.
Nearby, a Jolteon stalks you from afar. She’s patient, and she’s silent. Her presence cannot be known, as she is hidden out of sight, and droned out of sound. Her light paws carry her closer to something that’s caught her interest, something of your belonging. Her overwhelming urge to steal other’s belongings is unbearable, and no matter how many times she’s been scolded for it, she cannot help herself.
Quick as a flash, she rose from behind from the protection of a thick bush just off the path to which you sat. Bounding silently still she leaps from the shadows, quickly snatching the item of value from you. She’s noticed she’s slipped from her usually silent thievery, and you’ve caught a glance of the bright yellow creature as she dashes off in search of her trainer who wandered looking for her perhaps for the hundredth time this week.
Unova really is a lovely region, a bit too contemporary for Morty’s taste but beautiful all the same. He was around for none other than the Pokemon World tournament but for now? He was a bit south of Driftveil, only recently having emerged from the Relic path. The blonde was writing in a small notebook, detailing his findings in the cave in surprisingly neat cursive. He was by no means an archeologist, instead just a lover of the antiquity and mystery surrounding the famed Relic castle. Much earlier in his travels In Morty had entered the castle, inspecting the first top floors accessible through the Desert resort, to his exasperation he found that much of the castle was inaccessible due to massive walls of sand. Naturally once he learned that the bottom floors were partially reachable through the Relic passage he had set of with zest more content to spend his days before the tournament scavenging through the ruins rather than waiting in his hotel room.
Atlas sat beside him on the wooden bench, deep red eyes scanning the dark night, stubby legs kicking back and forth playfully while listening to the scribbling of his trainers pencil. Despite his watchful gaze the Gengar hadn’t noticed the Jolteon until it had snatched Morty’s notebook and took off down the road. Violet eyes flickered up and he turned his head slowly only briefly catching a glance at the creature. Atlas was quicker to act and took off after the yellow flash, the purple furred creature loosing tangibility as it chased after its target.
With an amused grin Morty stood, leisurely standing to follow after the two. From his brief glimpse at the Pokemon he had recognized it as a Jolteon, a Pokemon never seen in the wild.. there had to be a trainer somewhere nearby that would stop it and if not? Atlas was undoubtedly going to catch up. The lanky male tucked his pencil behind his ear setting off with a typical subdued expression.
The Gengar skidded around a corner, quickly charging after the Jolteon again, following it down a street towards a short trainer with a particularly strange haircut. The electric type’s speed only seemed to aggravate the ghost type who launched itself directly at the duo, only to phase right through them like a ominous wind. He regained tangibility just in time to hit the ground and scramble back up, pointing at the Jolteon in an accusatory way, looking at the dual hair colored man expectantly. ‘Gen-Gen ar!’ His chubby arm waved in the direction of the Jolteon as it continued to voice its apparent frustrations.
To Thorton this would most likely seem like pointless babble but Gengar was used to communicating with Morty who was actually able to understand him, this train of action continued to all humans in Atlas’s mind and he seemed to believe that the Factory head could indeed comprehend his speech.
Visiting the Seer :: Sabrina/Morty
Sabrina knew before hand that a storm was coming. But she didn’t know it would be this bad. Wind blew her hair wildly and rained pelted down on her, soaking herself (and clothes) thoroughly. She had been shopping at a store for incense and candles in Ecruteak City when the storm had started. She attempted to loiter in the store until the storm passed but the store-owner was giving her a stink-eye so that wasn’t going to be an option.
As she stood outside the store, the psychic recalled for a moment that an old acquaintance of her’s rested in this city. It was Morty…but she hadn’t spoken to him in year’s. This meeting was going to be a bit awkward. At a time like this most likely he wouldn’t be at the gym but at his residence instead.
She started walking to the decided destination, looking at signs on windows and mailboxes to verify who lived there and her location. It took no time arrive at the other gym leader’s doorstep. She rapped on the door loudly, as a small knock would be almost inaudible in the wind. She waited for an answer, folding her arms across her chest in an effort to stay warm and to conceal the undergarments that were under her wet clothes.
It took a moment or two before she heard the ghost-type gym leader unlock and open the door. She stared at him for a second. He had surely changed. Not surprised that he asked her why she was here and his Pokemon stared at curiously, she answered, “I know this is the wrong time to be visiting…but I was in town and I got caught up in this storm.” her eyes wondered down to the ground as she explained. “I’m hoping you could offer some shelter for just a little bit—until the storm passes.”
It took Morty only a few moments to recognize the petite woman that stood before him. Even soaked to the bone and windswept the purple haired female was instantly recognizable. A warm smile twitched onto his face as the young woman began to speak. He had met her when she was still widely known only as the cold Gym leader of Saffron city, even then Morty had liked the woman, it was rare to find another legitimate psychic, especially one as interesting as Sabrina. He clasped a hand on top of her head and ruffled her soaked hair. “’Course, c’mon Bree, let me get you something to wear.” Leaving the door ajar for the woman he turned into the house, Atlas floating in his place staring at the young woman interestedly.
The blonde hadn’t seen Sabrina in years and both had changed considerably since then. He had long since abandoned his baggy clothes and shaggy hair, opting for a more trim and fashionable outfit. (As per influence of Eusine and Whitney) His hair was also much shorter now, his features now visible. Most notably he seemed to have hit a growth spurt since their meeting when he first became a gym-leader. He had grown considerably taller and had leaned out slightly. Despite this he seemed to have the same general attitude, a unperturbed man who took life as it came at him, naturally amiable and easy to befriend.
His Lampent floated aimlessly around the room, inner light giving off a slight warmth. “To be honest I knew it was only a matter of time until someone came to my door, I’m glad it’s an old friend at least.” He set the large tome he had been reading earlier down on the table and moved towards the stairs. “Feel free to take a seat-“ He glanced back remembering how soaked she was. “Actually, the bathroom is right down the hall..Lampent will bring you, there’s towels in there. I’ll bring you some clothes.” As usual he was strangely practical even when faced with an odd situation. At the mention of it’s name the Lampent glided over towards Natsume circling her once before drifting off in the direction of the aforementioned bathroom as Morty scaled the stairs.
1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel? 2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way? 3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them? 4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid? 5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust. 6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not? 7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most? 8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say? 9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not? 10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend? 11. Does love = sex? 12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not? 13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person? 14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite/same sex, you love them or that you do not love them back? 15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose? 16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you? 17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why? 18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not? 19.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision? 20. Are you old fashioned? 21. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it? 22.Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why? 23.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
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Hey! If anyone wants a personal starter I'd be happy to write one!Just let me know through an ask and we can talk about it. c:
Visiting the Seer :: Open!
Morty dislikes very few things on this earth; one of them just so happens to be severe weather. Moreover for your information it happens to be storming quite badly in little Ecruteak city. The blonde has always been very wary about weather, snow,drought,flood you name it he dislikes it. Not out of actual hatred of nature but simply out of a slight primal fear. So naturally as soon as the weatherman predicted hurricane force winds and rain, Morty prepared for Armageddon.
He had stayed cooped up in his little home since morning, having lost power nearly two hours prior to where he is now, curled up on his couch reading from a large tome. Lampent floats beside him illuminating the small area with its inner light. Morty leans forward squinting to see the small handwritten accounts. He was studying the myth of the legendary dogs again, one of his personal favorites. There were handwritten notes in the margins of the book suggesting that he had read it many times prior yet he was still captivated by the tale.
Due to his interest in the material he hadn’t heard the frantic wrapping at his door until Gengar pranced back and forth waving his arms to get his trainer’s attention. Morty looked up. “Atlas I know the weather is bad but you’ve got to relax.” The Gengar gave Morty an exasperated look and gestured to the door still continuing in its prancing motion. Morty raised a brow and stood finally hearing the knocking. In no hurry to subject himself to the horrors of the disaster zone outside he shuffled over to his door, tucking the book under his arm.
Morty often received visits from strangers in need. As the gym leader of such a small place he often took in trainers in need for the night who had been directed to Morty from the nurse at the Pokecenter he knew it was only a matter of time before someone showed up with the weather the way it was, the Pokecenter could only hold so many.. and it was his duty to help. He brushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes, the signature bandanna not in place for once as he looked out the peephole of his door. He was unable to see due to the dark and grimaced. Slowly he undid the deadbolt and opened the door, violet eyes traveling vacantly to the soaked visitor. “What do you want.”
The musky scent of incense wafts out the door as the tall man peers down at the soaked individual before him, Gengar bounces floating at the level of Morty’s shoulder clearly more interested in the visitor than his trainer was. In the darkness of the room Atlas appears only as a set of ruby red optics floating ominously beside the blonde.
Well, no one ever called him the most welcoming man in the world.
