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@subwaysboss
𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐎! 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄! I've been waiting for you! Let me introduce myself... ▴ ─ Private, heavily head - canon influenced, & duplicate friendly portrayal of SUBWAY BOSS INGO of PKMN B/W. Established in 2018.
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: low activity, revamp in progress.
Accompanying @dblbattles at the Multi Battle line.
Directory. Promo. Prompts. Permanent SC. Headcanons.
verses I want to work out for Nobori someday......
league of legends. not sure if I want him to dwell from Demacia, Ionia, or Piltover.
honkai star rail. can't decide if I want him to be sustain or support, quantum or physical.
jujutsu kaisen. unsure if I want his cursed technique to have something to do with intellect, manipulating the enemy's or enhancing his own, or if I want it to have something to do with enhancement. don't ask me what that means LOL I have a very vague idea but cannot articulate it yet
self indulgent AU. male idol Nobori who wanted to quit singing / performing long ago now that he's older, but he feels too guilty to leave his fans behind.
Loving the twin never make you sad, except the canon.
@subwaysboss // starter call
"um, did you happen to see a dedenne run past here?"
while working on her pokedex, rei managed to come across a shiny dedenne. a rare sight to behold. she had to catch it. but the small pokemon had something else in mind and decided to run off, leaving rei to chase after it for most of the day. unfortunately, she seemed to have lost sight of it. so she's been asking people whether or not they've seen one.
"it was a different color, if that helps any."
Night draws near, the man was ready to hang up his coat and call it another wonderful day. Nimbasa City definitely lived up to its reputation. Every day was more eventful than the one before, what with the cheers of enthusiastic trainers and their pokémon's roars to match. Albeit every day, it felt as if each time the trains took off, every battle had its own unique sense of excitement. There truly was never a dull moment.
The clicking of Ingo's heels echo down the corridor, growing louder and louder the faster he walked. He could not deny how impatient he was to get to his office, shed his coat, and get what ever amount of alone time as he could.
bzzt, bzzt, bzzt...
A confused pause, the noise stops Ingo in his tracks. There it was again, and again. Sparks fly at the corner of his eye, drawing his attention to a nearby garbage bin. As Ingo approached, the culprit lied behind the bin: a Dedenne, adorning a palette he did not recognize, with its tail caught in an electrical outlet. After an exchange of confused, shocked expressions from Ingo and the pokémon both, he stooped down to calmly and carefully set the little one free. ( Thank goodness he always wore gloves. )
As frightened as it was, the Dedenne seemed grateful for Ingo's rescue, anxiously jumping into his arms as soon as he signaled the notion. As much as he wanted to get back to his office ( which was only a few steps away ), he gently cradled the Dedenne and made his way back to where he came from. If there is a lost, worried pokémon, there had to be a worried trainer not too far behind.
Wondering around the main hall of the station was a young woman, seemingly perplexed as she went from person to person. Making her way toward Ingo, the Dedenne's whiskers began to spark.
"A shiny," he chuckled, "running around the station. A rarity such as this, I had no doubt they belonged to someone." Giving the Dedenne a final pet farewell, Ingo leaned down to signal the rodent it was safe to hop out of his arms.
"Might that someone be you?"
@idiotaggression has boarded ! sc.
"Pardon me, sir." Ingo spoke warily as he approached the man, who had been leaning against the sliding doors for.. ah, he did not want to even think about how long this went unnoticed. He would pinch himself if he knew the exact amount of time, especially while today's route was ( supposed to be ) under his careful watch. Was today the man's first time aboard? Perhaps he has never taken such transportation before, not familiar with the potential dangers that could come about while a locomotive was in motion.
Nevertheless, rules were rules.
Ingo's posture never wavered, seeing it as both important to his image as a conductor as well as how he comes across, carrying himself with as much distinction as possible. What he struggled with, however, was his face. Where he lacked the physical capacity to emote or to verbalize what he truly wanted to say, his expressions made up for it whether he intended them to or not. He could not help but look tense, eyebrows scrunched while his smile ran thin.
"Welcome, and thank you for boarding the Battle Subway today!" Although this was an urgent matter, it was still his duty to deliver a professional atmosphere as calmly as possible. "For your safety, I ask that you please step over this way." His posture shifts to the left with a guiding hand to follow, pointing to the nearest available seat.
2011-03-05
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“Mr. Ingo, what happened to your face?” Rosa notices the dark circles beneath his eyes and the unnaturally pale skin, and she's concerned™. (hello! hope this is okay :>)
Waving down the crowd and welcoming all coming aboard, the conductor could finally close the doors for departure. Summer had begun and the subway was at its peak of the season. One trainer after another filled up the cart, some accidentally ( yet enthusiastically ) bumping into one another on their way in. Was this their first time aboard? While Ingo would typically give a lite scolding to those not abiding by basic boarding rules ( perhaps even a crash course on etiquette ), a sense of leniency came over him.
The laughs, the smiles. This is why a conductor pulls over their coat and wears their cap with pride. The summer time was Ingo's favorite time of the year. If it meant having every chair filled with passionate trainers, he would happily endure the searing heat and the swarming crowds.
A familiar voice beckons from behind and brings Ingo back to reality, now fully aware of just how big the smile on his face was as he lost himself spectating. "Ah, Miss Rosa!" He replied, peering over his shoulder before turning to face her completely. His face? A momentary pause, a confused hic from his throat in the stead of an actual response. The man reached toward his face to softly pat at his eyes and cheeks. This appeared silly, however, as he was still wearing his gloves. He masked his irritation amongst the public very well, halting himself from rolling his eyes at his own frivolity before he could indulge it.
Ingo sighed as he felt one wrinkle, two.. three.. four. The sigh was neither of relief nor vexation, more or less neutrality. He could not determine which was more laughable: a man so 'by the book' eager to get to work that he neglected his usual skincare routine before stepping out, or the possibility that his reputation as the poised and polished boss of the subway was now tarnished, tired eyes and a sickly complexion painting him unprofessional. "Well," he chuckled softly, "this is not a good first impression for new passengers, is it? Nor for a friendly reunion."
Nobori's companion Chandelure, Jomei, has been by his side since he was very young. After his parents passing, Jomei's light was there to guide the twins wherever they went, ensuring it was never a dull moment along the way. Her whimsical, curious nature has helped mold the once stoic and lonely boy into the lively man he is today.
Nobori allows Jomei to roam freely, very rarely sending her into her pokéball unless it is for her own safety. She is very friendly and sociable with fellow trainers and passengers alike, often wondering off as her trainer struggles to keep up with her.
The trade-off for her guiding light: Nobori allows Jomei to absorb as much of his energy / spirit as she needs to survive. He does this not out of mere responsibility as her trainer, but out of his immense love for her. Because of this, Nobori's eye bags are often prominent and his skin mimics porcelain until he is able to rest and regain his energy.
負けたら座るのかわいい
Random Sentence Starters (Part ???)
“You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat for 3 hours now. Are you okay?”
“Why did you lick the blade?! You just poisoned it you moron!”
“/Really?/ I’m eating here!”
“Can I go /one/ family dinner /without/ a fight breaking out?”
“Since when did you dance?”
“What happened to your face?”
“Uh, you got a hole in your butt.”
“No I’m /not/ buying that for you put it back.”
“Puppy eyes stopped working on me years ago.”
“Don’t give me that sass.”
“Do you got eyes on the back of your head or something?”
“I wasn’t doing nothing!”
“Look, you can rip his arms off /after/ we get the info-”
“Why is your browser history nothing but various methods of killing people and how long it takes?”
“You know, when I said I thought you were hiding something, I didn’t think it was… well… this.”
“Hey you! Duck!”
“I can’t believe you got dunked on by a bunch of toddlers.”
“Do I want to know why you’re laying in the middle of the floor?”
“You’re not bleeding! What more do you want- a booboo kiss?!”
“No, we are /not/ getting a pet. Where are we even going to put it?”
“You got to be the ugliest thing I’ve seen, and I’ve seen a lot.”
“If you vomit over my boots, you /will/ be paying for them, and I /know/ you can’t afford them.”
“If I had a nickel for every time that has happened… I would have two nickels.”
“You’d be a terrible pirate you apologize for accidentally taking the last fork and swap it out for a spoon.”
“If you don’t shut up I will /make/ you shut up.”
“How can you get your voice so damn /low/?”
“You good down there?”
“That’s it, break time for you.”
“You’re cranky, ergo, you need a snack.”
“I would die for you.”
“Hello there!”
“I hate sand. It always gets into my boots and then I can never escape it.”
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'' What can I see after 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, and 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠? Where is my destination? I've kept thinking, and I've learned one thing. That is: you cannot know what happens after winning without winning. Therefore, I will exert every possible effort to battle with you. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃!! ''
21+ semi - selective & OC / duplicate friendly portrayal of 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 of 𝐏𝐊𝐌𝐍 𝐁/𝐖. Conducted by Leon est. 2018. ©
'' There is no terminal called 𝐞𝐧𝐝 in your life. ''
I’m the fly shit will attract. ©
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kudarii:
there is a knife in your back, brother.
“ If you keep up with this childish behavior, I might just decide to fall backward, piercing myself and making a mess. That’ll finally give you a reason to do your fair share of chores around here. Wouldn’t it, kyoudai? ” Cat-like eyes glare at his twin, the serious aura in his pupils were practically piercing daggers themselves. How did he let himself allow the station kitchen to have cutlery as sharp and fine as this anyway? Definitely something he should’ve kept a better eye on. Especially when Kudari was up to no good.
