Taken for Granted

Indie Selective RP blog for a Possessed Trainer OC from Pokemon. Icons used do not belong to me. FC is Killia from Disgaea 5

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They’ve been gone for a couple days now, and in his new collection are three new books he ‘appropriated’ from local libraries. They were somewhat generic encyclopedias and articles, and although he believed that these would show nothing of interest of him, he still gave them a chance.

Unfortunately, after spending hours upon hours of reading, he found nothing of interest.

With a dismissive grunt, he tossed the books aside as though they were garbage, got up, and walked off.

He has to keep looking..

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It wasn’t often that Geralt chose to remain in places like this - specifically, a somewhat inhabited area. He had been traveling to find a tome of some sort, with zero success, and was feeling abnormally tired. While seating himself and resting, he couldn’t help but feel entranced by the odd colors and garb that the lady some distance away from him wore. He stared for the longest time, analyzing, calculating, thinking. Then, she turned to stare right back at him, meeting his gaze, and effectively cutting off his circulation for a brief moment.

It was then that he sat there, still as stone, like a deerling caught in headlights. He couldn’t move, and he felt himself tense up.

Perhaps the tiredness and general awkwardness of the situation was beginning to shine a light on a shadow that normally stays hidden - literally and metaphorically. A rather shrill chill radiated from his form, an odd shadow jiggling across the surface of his skin, briefly, as he sat there, afraid to move, afraid to speak.

His amber eyes seemed to shrink a bit, until he started to notice a cold sweat forming along the sides of his head.

Don’t move.

Maybe if you don’t move, she’ll just go away.

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[[YOU CAN’T DIE IF YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD, DUMMY!]]

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[[This idiot is going to get us all killed.]]

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criminalconnoisseur:

||;         No words were spoken–no, this little chit hardly deserved the breath it would take to say anything. But if he wanted to rile him up, he would face the consequences, as everybody did. A snap of Giovanni’s fingers, and Alina moved on her own. Stealth Rock and Toxic Spikes, settled in a ring around the duo (whether the moves would function as intended or simply to prevent escape remained to be discovered).

Whoever said anything about the Nidoqueen doing his fighting for him? No, no, she was there to make sure the little fucker couldn’t run away. Instead, with his gaze never leaving the other’s face, Giovanni slowly unbuttoned his jacket. Passing it to his Pokemon, along with his hat, both articles held carefully in her claws. Instead… a simple switchblade was swiped out of his pocket, metal glinting in the available lighting as he flicked it open.

“Tell me, boy, would you like to lose a finger? Or perhaps your tongue? Yes, I think I’ll go for that. You can still talk without your little finger, after all.” His footsteps were light, polished shoes not making a sound over the ground as he approached. It was a sort of coldness that seeped into his expression and tone, one that was far from playing–daring the other to keep going. Daring him to keep mouthing off. Daring him to give him any more incentive than Giovanni already had to maul him.

“Or, maybe, you may cry that using a blade is cheating?” It was closed again, stowed away, though now Giovanni was rolling up his shirt sleeves as he approached. “No matter, I can rip it from your mouth with my hands.”

This is a man that tore out a little grey creature’s throat with his teeth alone, after all. A man with combat training of all varieties under his belt, despite his health condition. And disrespect was never taken lightly–especially when there was nobody around to witness any brutality he wanted to dish out.

“Apologize or I will force you to grovel.”

                   It wasn’t a game anymore.

Oh, how absolutely pleasant. NOW it was getting EXCITING! 

The spirits in his form -- all but save maybe two of them - were screaming at the one who had riled them up to this situation. However, the Gengar saw absolutely no loss in partaking in this little shit-show of a fight. After all, if this body was harmed, its not like THEY would feel pain.

The other spirits, however, were more focused on the possibility of losing this BODY as a whole. They can’t survive without it, and this Gengar seemed like it was throwing it away without any care for its own personal safety.

Regardless of that, the excitement and adrenaline rush of the situation before him kept the Gengar STRICTLY under the body’s control. His grin started to grow to what appeared to be unnatural lengths upon his face, and his eyes, previously amber, had began to turn redder like some haunted glow was beginning to surface within him. The air around him grew unnaturally colder, and the toxic spikes and Stealth Rock only added to the pleasure of feeling TRAPPED and CORNERED, with no way to escape, and now, its only method of survival was to FIGHT.

Because FUCK apologies!

Geralt stood there, an almost maniacal giggle escaping through his sharp teeth, his claws flexing and clenching as he readies himself to be ATTACKED.

“Oooooh, a KNIFE!? Now we’re getting KINKY, boss! You think that little TOY will kill me? You think I won’t just EAT IT to SPITE you? I’ll make you wish you SHAT YOUR PANTS and LEFT the first chance you got, you TRASHBAG!~ KEheEHEHEHEHE!”

Now his voice was noticeably different - it wasn’t the voice of a human’s, any more. It was haunting, unnatural. The sound of a ghost-type, a riled one, excited from the very nature of having to battle. Oooooh~!

“THIS is gonna be FUN~!!!”

“STAB ME! GUT ME! MAKE ME CRY UNCLE! MAKE ME BOW TO YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND MAKE ME SUFFER~!! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF DOING TO MAKE ME SUFFER YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF HUMAN GARBAGE~~~!!! KEHEHEHEHEE!”

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He’s eating.

What is he eating, you may ask?

He’s eating what looks like a large slab of meat he may have taken off some random Pokemon. Its freshness is debatable. It doesn’t look cooked, either.

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criminalconnoisseur:

||;         His fingers involuntarily twitched at his side, jaw clenched and a muscle ticking as he stared the other down. It would be so, so easy to reach out and strangle–but he sated himself by letting a hand wander to one of the balls clipped to his hip. Giovanni was silent for a moment longer, onyx eyes narrowing in a glare, before pulling it free. A beam of light and his Nidoqueen was standing at his side, a towering mass of a Pokemon, and outwardly ready to tangle with this… pissant.

“Go on, no, really. What else would you like to say? I’ll make sure your last words are engraved on your tombstone, make it something worth remembering, child.”

Oh this was just RICH. 

He had taken out a Nidoqueen - one that was, easily, much bigger than the two of them. Despite that, however, Geralt felt very, very little fear. It would take more than a Nidoqueen to scare him.

Or rather, the ones that live inside of him.

He just continued to grin at the man, completely unphased by the presence of such an intimidating creature. However, deep within him, several of the spirits were bickering with a certain GENGAR for maybe going a LITTLE too far.

To the Gengar, however, it wasn’t far enough.

“Oh, What’s this? You got a Nidoqueen? Nice compensation, trashbag - I didn’t think you could become any more pathetic, but you somehow manage to beat that presumption by throwing out something nearly three times your size. You ain’t got the muscle to take me down yourself? You just gonna make your stupid Pokemon do it for you? Psh..”

Oh, he’d just ASKING to be pummeled. If anyone could hear the spirits right now, most of them would be facepalming.

“If you want to FIGHT so bad, why don’t you fight me YOURSELF? Or are you just too CHICKEN to do that?”

He knew he could probably take on Giovanni by himself easily - he had the (cheating aspects) strength of the spirits within him, after all... but this Nidoqueen? That would be a different story, should it choose to attack him.

All things considered, if it DOES attack him, the little troublemaker might be forced to leave his home to fight, too.

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He’s absolutely soaking WET. This thunderstorm has not been friendly to him, but he’s sitting in the middle of it nonetheless, allowing the water to pool in his hair and streak down his face and clothes.

“Whoever pissed off the deities this time is going to be in a lot of shit later.”

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diadelabruja:

“Maybe I could ask for you?” She suggested. “Only if you wanted… And maybe the reason you can’t find it is that tomes like those wouldn’t be in a public library. Especially if they’re capable of magic like that. Maybe the reason you can’t find it is that someone has it privately.” 

Now that she thought about it, Kalos had a whole class of Ghost type trainers: Hex Maniacs. If anyone knew anything about rituals involving Ghost type Pokemon, it had to be the Hex Maniacs! 

“I’ll definitely keep an eye out…”

“If you could, that would be appreciated.”

[[ We don’t need HER help. We can find it on our own!! Tch..]]

“I wouldn’t know where to look first, but the spell used to bind us would take a very specific ritual to unbind us. It will take more, considering there is more than one of us. If we approached it in an orthodox manner, we’d risk destroying all of us.”

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She was a bit nervous to approach the abrasive stranger again so soon afterwords, but it didn't take her long to bake a simple, small decorative cake and present it to him, in elegant cursive frosting, 'Sorry' was written. Sarah smiled, pushing past her nerves. "This is for you, for earlier. If you will not accept my help, at least accept this."

What the- she’s back again? And with… cake?

What sort of bizarre, stupid ‘friendship ritual’ was this? Did she expect such a thing to actually appeal to him?! Does she think this makes them friends? He rose his hand, with the intent of slamming the cake down to the floor, when suddenly-

[[I… I like cake..]]

[[You what?]]

[[ I like cake.. c–can I have it?]]

[[You want me to ACCEPT this from this annoying human? Who do you think you a–]]

[[Mismagius. Stop.]]

[[ I don’t have to stop! I’ll smother that cake into the ground mysel–]]

Geralt’s body stiffened up suddenly, the hand previously risen to slap the cake out from her hands brought to his face instead, rubbing his eyes and taking a sudden, heavy breath.

.. Then, Calmly, he reached out, and took the cake from her hands.

Though, he hesitated, visibly, before he could take it, but eventually after some time, he took the confection out of her hand and brought it to his face to sniff it.

Then, shyly, he began to back up, his voice now noticeably softer - yet still gritty- than it was before.

“Th– thank you..”

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diadelabruja:

The child simply stared, a bit slack-jawed. Wow. If only Professor Sycamore were here! To see Ghost Pokemon acting like this would definitely have intrigued him. A small twinge of guilt pricked her chest. Then again, none of these ghosts would have appreciated the burden of another person trying to study them, would they? 

“I’m not mad… I just don’t want them to be scared. I’m only eleven years old. I-I can’t really do much on my own.” 

True, Alex carried Pokemon with her, but she would never use them to hurt a Pokemon that didn’t want to battle. It just wasn’t the trainer way. 

“If I were you, and looking for tomes and stuff, I’d look for the oldest cities. Places like Sootopolis or Opelucid. I did hear stuff about Ecruteak City all the way back in Johto…” 

A hand stretched out to gently touch the shadow that was continuously straying further and further away from Geralt’s body. It winced, whined, and latched onto the hand as though it were a rope on the edge of a cliff. The other ghosts didn’t really treat this one well, so it was no surprise it would latch onto him, specifically, to find some sort of solace.

“After the encounter with the Honedge, they’ve lost the willpower to stay anywhere near you. They’ll gain it back over time, perhaps, but I’ll try to keep them calm.”

“As for those older cities- well. We’ve already searched there. The local libraries do not seem to have what we are searching for, and we are against going towards professors and researchers directly for hints or clues.”

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diadelabruja:

“Neat,” she replied, a bit cheerier than before. “Cofragigus are intriguing Pokemon. Like most Ghost types, really.” 

They just held so much history behind them, and the various stories they represented and kept hidden provided truly fascinating Pokemon that were also rewarding to bond with. She hardly minded adding a few more into her own team, too. Though obviously she wasn’t aiming to do that with Geralt’s case. 

“It’s lovely to meet you, Geralt. Um. Technically, ‘Geralts.’” She offered a small wave. “That sounds like a very long, frustrating, and lonely search. Hm. What region are you guys originally from, by the way?” 

“Something like that goes beyond our knowledge. We can’t really remember our ‘past lives’ - we just focus on the here and now. However... we were all called to this person somewhere in Unova. The specifics are uncertain but that is where we had taken him as a host.”

He winces again, feeling the Mismagius’s displeasure with the prospect of casually chatting with another human. though, another presence was beginning to form around him in the appearance of a shadow. A shadow of a Banette. It was quivering and cowering, slowly drifting further and further from Geralt’s form.

He would turn, briefly, to look at them, only causing them to wince before he turned back to face Alex.

“.. Forgive them. That is one of the spirits lingering within me. They are... very scared of people and crowds.”

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starstiarnas:

She was shocked and even a bit hurt at the violent reaction to her touch, but she brushed it off as best she could, trying not to let him see that it effected her at all. Sarah held her hand to her chest. Her voice was slightly softer as she spoke, still partially shaken by what had just happened.

“I’m sorry I…. suppose that isn’t really proper is it? You are a stranger after all.”

She sighed, giving-in to his stubbornness. Supposing he probably wouldn’t be too keen on having her around after that if he really disliked being touched so much. She felt awful about not even considering the fact that he wouldn’t like physical contact.

It seems as if she would have to think of another way to express her gratitude and apologize for her behaviour.

“I guess I will leave you to it then, but please let me know if you need anything from me in the future- don’t be afraid to ask for my help.”

In the meantime she would have to come up with something on her own.

Silence fell upon him as he glowered over her submissive form. She had given in to his stubbornness, as expected - no one could put up with an attitude like that forever, especially not some stranger of a human. But, she spoke in such a weird way to him, giving the impression that she would continue to try to please him if it meant eventually earning his gratitude to balance out hers.

Feh.

Disgusting, human traits. He had no time for this. It seems she was leaving him to his own elements, now, but he was going to take this opportunity as quickly as possible to avoid getting attached to someone.

“Whatever. go enjoy your newfound wealth,” he would say, as his body turned to face the opposite direction from her and begin moving off. He had to continue his search, elsewhere.

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diadelabruja:

“That would be a shame… I’m not sure which Ghost Pokemon you are, but you’re rather nice and polite. It’s…the nicest conversation I’ve had with an adult that hasn’t taken me in in a long time.” 

Though did it count if it was a Pokemon? Most relationships with other Pokemon tended to be great, after all. 

The girl bit at her lip. Was it really okay to be enjoying this conversation when clearly not everybody here was enjoying existing this way? 

“Is there any way to ensure that you guys exist while also letting you leave? Like…another ritual or something?” 

“If it brings you any solace, I am the spirit of a Confagrigus. However, I, along with the rest of the spirits trapped inside here, all go by the name ‘Geralt.’ “

There was a pause at her last question. That question actually paused the voices inside of his head, before they quickly began to resume, much to his dismay, they were even LOUDER than before.

“That... is something we have been trying to do for a while now. The book used in the ritual to bind us was burned to ash. We have been searching for a similar tone ever since, yet we have never found anything in our dozens upon dozens of years of searching.”

“Technically, we can leave the body, but we can not stray far from it or our spirits begin to deteriorate.”

[[There you go again!! Telling that BRAT even MORE of our secrets! Have you no shame?! You know she’s just going to use this to take advantage of us, right?!]]

[[I-- I don’t want to be taken advantage of... We-- we won’t get hurt, right?]]

[[ OH SHUT UP, IT’S EASY TO FIX THIS ISSUE! WE’LL JUST EAT HER MEMORIES AND THAT’LL BE THAT! ]]

[[ That girl CLEARLY has protection with that damned HONEDGE on her side. It’d be on us before we could even get to her!]]

[[ PFFFT. YOU’RE SCARED OF A HONEDGE?]]

[[ That’s not the ONLY Pokemon she has on her, you dolt!”

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diadelabruja:

“Wow.” Alex stared momentarily. “Right. I mean zero offense with this, but that does seem like a really dumb move.” 

Especially since their host seemed quite young. How long had they been inhabiting his body? And how long was this guy sleeping his own life away while all these other ghosts are hanging around? 

“Kind of amazing you have any semblance of individuality left inside of you, you know?” 

“No offense taken. It was a ridiculous move. Had it been up to me I would have left this vessel ages ago. But I am bound to it, and depend on it. It is my only reasonable way to stay active on this plane of existence.”

“That case goes for the others, as well. They have no option to stay or leave - they can only stay.”

Nostrils flared momentarily, as though he were just told something very distasteful. After a moment, however, he sighed and took his right hand out of his pocket to rub his face.

“Occasionally, we manage to snag control away from each other. Don’t be surprised if I ever lash out at you again. Just know that it is not the voice you are hearing now.”

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starstiarnas:

He…. was this really hard to understand? She had been told kindness came naturally to her as it did anyone else, but perhaps that wasn’t the case with this person. 

“That isn’t necessarily true, I get to know that I helped you. That is enough for me, I feel I’d be satisfied then.”

The trainer paused, carefully moving to pat his shoulder. 

“I care because I choose to, I don’t want to be heartless…”

Unfortunately for her, ghosts were generally not very kind, especially not the one in control of the vessel at this very moment. The moment her hand touched his shoulder, she’d feel a frigid chill almost similar to touching the interior of a freezer. He was so cold, he could very well be dead.

Though, before she could contemplate any of that, his hand swung to shove her hand away from his shoulder, amber eyes glaring sharply at her, as though to warn her away from doing that.

“Don’t you DARE touch me.”

His words snarled out of his lips, clearly hostile.

“I told you that I do not want your help. Accept it.”

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diadelabruja:

“I think I get what you mean, but isn’t Honedge a bit…harder to get possessed by? They’re very tied to the antique swords they currently possess, after all. And in the bright sunlight like that one time, that would ensure a pretty uncomfortable experience for them.” 

Most Ghost Pokemon detested to be out in the sun without some form of protection. Yoko, her Mimikyu, was perhaps the best example. Selene, her Jellicent, on the other hand… Though she supposed it was different when you were constantly underwater. 

“Why are so many of you in one body, though? I mean, wouldn’t it be easier for each of you to find your own vessel, human or not?” 

“It’s not quite that...”

“Let’s put it this way - if you put several ghost-types in the same room, and they all begin to bicker and yell at each other, they tend to get tired of being around other ghost-types. They get very antsy around any kind of Ghost-type. It’s why I was previously so aggressive.”

Out of all of them, however, Banette was probably the most prone to simply running away from a ghost-type rather than fighting them.

“I get tired of it too, so it doesn’t exactly help MY case either.”

“The story of how we all ended up in the same vessel is... a bit of a long one. To put it short, our host thought it wise to try to understand ghosts better by letting them enter his body. He got a bit too enthusiastic with his ritual and hailed too many into his form.”

“That is why I can’t let you talk to him. He is too overwhelmed by our presence.”