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the king of games rises from his leather throne, under the makeshift spotlight — a chandelier that swings idly overhead. and when he takes the last step to center stage, the chamber doors shut and the flickering wicks of the candles dance. excitement builds like an earthquake.
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With a snap of the shark’s fingers the atmosphere in the room sharpened, each candle flickered for a moment as Liepard’s back legs kicked the whole stadium shaking. It darted from position to place, a shadowy blur trailing with each rush. Kyouhei closed his eyes for just a moment.
Fake out
Kyouhei anticipated what was coming, shifty eyes focusing down onto his Whimsicott. She panicked, unable to keep track of the dancing feline, but she should feel no fear. Deep breaths. One. Two. “Stand ground!” Kyouhei shouted, tugging at the fluffy rear of his head, each strand getting tangled and twisted in between his soft pale fingers.
Whoosh-
There it blinked, like a thief in the night Liepard shot out of the dark and clapped through Whimsicott’s dandy white seeds, her body recoiling and shuddering at the attack. Focus. She winced.
Kyouhei’s grip on his fountain of fur loosened, anxiety rolling out of his everlasting confidence. Fake out was nothing more than a friendly welcome to the ensuing fight, after all, and now that was out of the way...
Whimsicott hopped up from its two stubby dark legs, she could feel Kyouhei’s voice rumble, his index finger sharply raised to the dark night’s sky. “Moonblast!” he called, his eyes tracking the cunning kitty as it tiptoed about the battle field.
There wasn’t a chance Whimsicott and her frail light body would move faster than Grimsely’s Liepard, yet he completely doubted the strength behind all the dexterity in his Pokémon. After all, it was clear Grimsley was a man of style over subtance.
There she floated, bubbles of rose tinted light shimmering into her body; her ears vibrating only slightly as the power coursed through her tiny body. Not for a second could Kyouhei waver against such a spectacularly speedy foe. Whimsicott was wide open for Liepard’s next strike, Kyouhei spread his feet across the ground in readying stance. Anything she was feeling he was feeling too, but he was willing to take this risk... because..
“If that Moonblast lands there’s almost no chance Liepard will live to see another move..” Kyouhei muttered softly in his brisk breath.
One single drop of sweat beaded down the side of his cheek, the blurry background of the battle coming into focus as the shimmer of light quickly drew in his attention:
A.. coin?
Grimsley was tall and commanding, the golden glimmer landed back into the palm of his ghastly hand: that confident toothy smirk exposing itself again. Kyouhei snapped his eyes shut.
Focus! Don’t fall for his traps! I can’t lose!
...Lose?
Lose!
Once more Kyouhei dragged himself back to the realm of the living, hopping backwards. He roared, as Liepard leaped in for its next strike.
Kyouhei’s smile etched to the side of his face in a mix of confusion and interest as to how a stranger could be so loudly angry at being offered an umbrella, seems as though he was a little on edge.
“Shouldn’t you have better things to do than stand in the rain with complete strangers?”
Kyouhei cocked his head slightly, feigning ignorance, he touched his index finger to his lower lip and let it hang as he replied, “It looks like I don’t!” he giggled, slipping the umbrella back into his bag. Kyouhei’s thought naturally rose up to the man standing in front of him, who was doing his best to ignore his existence.
He glossed over the enigma, his stature akin to that of something you’d find made of stone perched on the edge of a tall building; his eyes were cold like stone, yet they glowed a sickly red. His leathery skin stitched with a frown that sunk deep into his jaw. You could tell he was quite young, yet when he scowled like that he looked like something straight out of a horror movie.
The cover of cloud showed absolutely no signs of receding, and Kyouhei didn’t feel like leaving this clearly miserable man all by himself, so he tried to weave his way back in the conversation. Maybe he could make him smile? A routine popped into Kyouhei’s head, suddenly.
Kyou slithered around to the other side of the man while he wasn’t paying attention, tapping him on the shoulder to catch him by surprise. He leaned against the air, sporting a fake deep voice. “So... what’s yer name stranger..?” he bellowed, tipping the brim of his hat in front of his eyes. “Don’t get many ‘a y’all round these parts too often.” a classic unovan cowboy, he’d picked up some dialect spending time with Clay, people always found his absurd impressions at least the slightest bit funny.
Anchoring himself to the floor, Kyouhei clutched onto his invisible belt and pretended to spit at the ground. “Dont’cha wanna tell me what ye be forgettin’ pardner?” he asked, flicking the tip of his visor back up, giving the man a wink. It was getting difficult to hold in his laughter at this point, but half of his amusement came from the fact that the stranger clearly did not appreciate the song and dance.
He froze in place, a large smug grin on his face as if he was waiting for applause from an audience that was not there, yet the stranger didn’t look like he’d be clapping his hands anytime soon. Awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before the stranger finally acknowledged his existence, again.
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Morty stared down at the stranger with sharp eyes. He assessed everything that he saw at the moment. Young male, scruffy hair, expression dazed and confused. He too was staring at him but the look that he sported… it was like he wasn’t completely here. Morty made another once over, this time noticing his reddened cheeks and overall haggard expression. The sun was hot, amazingly so in this environment. Reversal Mountain was already a harsh place to be in. Perhaps this youth was lost?
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Shifty eyes searching, Kyouhei ran the specter’s body up and down with icy glare. “You think a little dismissal is enough to trick me bu-”
Grumble
Kyou quickly froze in place, a deep rumbling echoing behind him. This must be another of the ghouls tricks, and he wouldn’t be phased; he continued his pushy sentence: “I know what you’re trying to do, you’re tryna’ get me to go in your spooky house so you can eat me!” he huffed, triumphant in his analysis. “Well, let me tell you now!” he posed, wagging his finger between each word. “It ain’t, gonna, work!”
CRASH
Kyou snapped his neck back urgently, he saw a dark force rise; it whipped his leg up swiftly sending him flailing onto his face.
The immediate force of sand crushing into his face felt like coarse death as he was ripped deep into the door; the following recoil lifting him into the air. He crashed, one sharp crunch exploded as his spine shattered into the old wooden planks of the floor, the wood splintering under the impact. His ears rang, nothing could be heard, the soft faze of his vision watched as the light whispered away behind the closing door.
Click
“Kid, are you alright?”
“Y-yeah” Kyouhei stuttered, despite the tossing around he’d just been mercilessly handed by what can only be described as “darkness”, he felt oddly limber. The spectre from before was knelt beside him, a hand on his shoulder as if he was feasting upon his energy. He seemed oddly helpful, perhaps this wasn’t his work after all.
“Did you feel anything strange? Like a chill seeping into your body or anything of the like?”
Kyouhei pondered for a moment, was he possessed? “Well I’m feeling pretty strange right now, doc. My whole body has been cold since I laid my pretty brown eyes on you, creepy ghost man.” he rose to his feet, wiping the thick layer of dust off of his butt. If there was anything that kicked him into high gear, it was that; thus Kyouhei started to explore his new surroundings.
Immediately to his right was an old lamp, the shade a dirty brown from years of neglect. He knew it didn’t work, but it would probably flicker on and off at some point just to screw with him, he’d seen the movies. He knew what to expect, his only trouble was if he could outrun the stranger behind him if they were getting chased..
Laid about the foyer rather haphazardly were many a terracotta pot, seeped with moist mud, the place was much larger inside than the outside would lead one to believe. Then again, he was dealing with tricky ghosts. It was unnaturally light inside, each twisted corner somehow bright. No matter how small and tangled the cobweb, it was visible, this wasn’t your ordinary carnival ground spooky house.
Every thought he had brought him back to the same question: Who was the “man” standing behind him and why was he here? His attire told him if he wasn’t a ghost he was at least an expert on them, so he span on his heels back to face his new cadaverous looking comrade and posed a few of his thoughts.
“So, I assume you left all your ghost busting gear in your mystery machine out the front?” his smirk devolved into a crease of frustration. “Well the door’s clearly locked so that’s not an option, how are we gonna catch this ghost now?”
Kyouhei’s mind bubbled with anticipation, his feet luring him towards the nearest dull door. “What about this one?” he inquired, “We’ve got to start somewhere right? What’s the worst that could be behind this door? Ninjas?” Ninja ghosts, what a truly horrifying thought.
“So.. uhh, after you?” he asked, sheepishly. “You seem to be the expert here after all, what was your name again?” he snuck that last question in as the man opened the door with perseverance.
“How tacky” Kyouhei muttered, staring straight up the regally purple carpeted stairs of Grimsley’s chamber. The place was almost pitch black, a soft warm glow radiating from the top of the incline, presumably from some kind of gothic candelabra or similar decor. He’d read about the man in his younger years, cruel looking with a sharp aesthetic, the son of a distinguished family which collapsed into itself. How would one recover from losing everything after being pampered his whole life?
Well it turns out the answer was gambling, and Grimsley carved his name into the lifestyle. The book contained no pictures of the Unovan elite four, so Kyouhei’s mind swam with thoughts of the man behind the legend. Brooding, cloaked up all gloomy with tricks and twists up every sleeve and leg of his outfit, a magician of chaos. The reality was much more appropriate however.
As Kyou reached the top of the stretching staircase, he came face to face with the enigma, sat royally on his leather throne. His final step up onto the platform came with a clang from the chains that suspended it in the air. Each curve of the stadium was lined with green felt, golden strips rippling throughout just like a playing table that shone under the flicker of the enormous chandelier that dangled high above the two. The thought it could fall at any chance gave Kyouhei a chill down his spine.
It was dark, quiet. Kyouhei stared at the man.
His hair was as sharp and dark as slate, small ribbons of silver glistening in the light. A mischievous and cocky smile emerged as he rolled his fingers along the arms of his throne, rising slowly like a shadow creeping up the ground when the sun sets. The man tugged at the golden noose tight around his neck, clearing his throat before introducing himself with a gallant verse, a coin spinning around his pale knuckles.
“I’m Kyouhei” he spoke confidently, raising his Pokéball towards the shifty looking man. “I’ve heard a lot about you! I didn’t think you’d look as evil as they describe.” he taunted, looking for a hint of weakness. Mindgames? Kyouhei wasn’t very good at this, but any advantage would help against such a mysterious man.
“I’m sure you’re not particularly used to losing, but you can bet I’m going to win today.” Kyouhei smirked, he’d spent all morning thinking of that pun. He juggled his Pokéball in the air, letting it float for just long enough to put on his game face.
Thwack, Kyouhei snatched the ball as it landed and rolled it out into a swift pitch forward. He roared.
“Go, Whimsicott!”
The ball shattered open and Whimsicott’s dainty body came floating out, slowly gliding to the ground where she stood bouncing with a mischievous look on her face. Kyouhei kept his eyes tracking the card shark, his elegant body dancing to the tune of battle as he cast his starting Pokémon..
One door closes, another door opens || Morty & Nate
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This looks to be the right place. Just by standing outside of it, a sharp chill prickled up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck at the ominous aura that Morty picked up. He tightened his scarf ever so slightly as if he could minimize the contact between the air and his skin. Morty could confidently say that he was used to the presence of visitors from the spectral world after many years of encounter but even then, this particular aura stood out from the rest.
It was quite unlike anything Kyouhei had felt before, the air was so thin he could feel his lungs lining with ash with each gasping breath. Reversal Mountain was unnaturally warm, the dirt has been painted a crimson red that reminded him of a summers sunset, cracks rippling through the parched earth. Every time he strode forward dust whipped up around his feet, as though nobody had made pilgrimage through this place in years. “It’s tooo hootttt...” he whined, fish out of water.
Harsh sunlight beamed down upon him, his skin choking for water or shade, eyes desperately scanning through the wire bushes and over rough boulders for signs of shelter. Before long, what looked like a mirage in the heat appeared standing tall and crooked, baked burgundy bricks crumbling around the rotten wooden beams weaved between them. “How strange” Kyouhei murmured to himself, quickly pottering onward towards his new destination.
However by some odd twisted turn, every step Kyouhei took brought his skin closer and closer to freezing over. This sudden chill sent goosebumps up his now pale arms, white like sheets of winter’s first snow. Whipped up dust felt like it melted as it buffeted right against his face. Kyouhei’s pupils diluted, his mouth hang for just a moment, drawn towards the enigma in the desert.
A ripple appeared in his vision, a purple haze, the faint smell of sweet incense burning deep into his skull. It hung in the air for just a moment before everything came snapping back.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“Huh? What?” Kyou instinctively paused, legs suddenly rigid to attention. The atmosphere washed back into a dry heat, what just happened? The shadowy figure emerged from the mirage, completing itself. It had a tall commanding posture with a long tongue slithering in the wind, the tip stained with blood. It had a glowing golden aura burning around its peak, body tightly bound in dull lavender rags. It took the form of a human with a soft and haunting voice.
Snap, Kyouhei realized he was still stood defensive staring down the stranger who seemed just as confused to see him. His questions were stern, was Kyouhei not allowed to be here? Was this house important? Did he just walk on this figures property? The last few minutes of weirdness all pointed to one reasonable explanation...
“...You’re not a ghost are you?” Kyouhei inquired prodding his finger into the mans chest, confirming he was indeed made of flesh, but Kyouhei wouldn’t let down his guard that easy. The stranger recoiled slightly at having his personal space ignored. “You’re clearly a Gengar in disguise. You can’t fool me.” he said, inspecting the mans clothing.
Kyouhei stood on his tiptoes to stare past the man’s broad shoulder, his finger shot upwards to point behind him. “Is that your house? Are you a friendly ghost? I didn’t know ghosts were into real estate-” his mouth babbling on and on with questions that only made sense in the fantasy world his mind had just rushed into reality. Kyouhei’s feet carried him around the man, towards the front door.
“Well if the location’s this bad I hope you’re making up for it with the interior..” he giggled, even though he was deadly serious. “So, do I get to see how tacky your carpets are?” he asked the stranger.
Kyouhei could feel the grass tangling in between his fingers as he lay back, eyes fixed gazing towards the brilliant cut diamonds scattered across the pitch sky, hidden by thick dark cover of cloud rolling east. The wind whistled as it picked up around his body, whisking apart each strand of hair peeking out the front of his visor. He lay soft on a hill bank overlooking the city market deep into the night, neon signs still bustling as shops began to wind down their shutters.
With each fidget his body sunk, the damp sticky mud burying itself underneath his bitten nails. He closed his eyes for but a moment, the darkness pierced by one flash of light, his ears following after with the crackling sound of thunder catching up to him. After that the soft silence of the winds was broken by the sound of raindrops sprinkling around him, splashing onto his soft pale face He watched as each drop came tumbling down glowing in the moonlight like something out of a fairy tale.
Despite his prayers for the weather to let up, each droplet managed to hammer down heavier than the last, forcing him to admit defeat to the elements and retreat. Kyouhei could feel the water seep through his shoes, swimming around his feet, a feeling all too familiar to him. The wetsuit that was wrapped around him was damp now; it clung tightly to his soft skin. Each sodden step drew him ever closer to the cold pavement lined streets, still bustling with people struggling to weave their way through each other as fast as they could to escape their wet fates. Kyouhei didn’t mind being wet, he enjoyed it.
He clung tightly to the brim of his visor joining the race in the streets, a dry opportunity presenting itself for just a moment as he ducked into the cover of a shop entrance, busy with others seeking a moments solace. His eyes darted between the people, each one as different as the last. Students giggling together in uniform, edges of their textbooks dripping. One trainer was trying his best to keep his Charmander dry with his coat, soaking himself in the process. Elders leaning against the walls in fatigue. However, there was one person who caught Kyouhei’s longing eye for more than just a second.
The stranger was planted in place defeated, rummaging around in their bag, their frustration was so clear you could almost see the water in their hair evaporate into steam. Kyouhei stepped forwards slowly, standing next to them. His body leaned out a little, the stranger’s gaze flickered to him as he interrupted their view.
Kyouhei’s hand slipped into his bag, revealing a rolled up umbrella with extending handle. It was lined with lint, the velcro strap tying it tightly together looked like it hadn’t been opened in years; Kyouhei turned and extended it to the stranger. “Look’s like you forgot something today!” he giggled, beaming his friendliest smile.
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The hollow ringing across the site of that familiar bell caused joy to spread like a virus through each classroom, infecting the students into an uproar of commotion that their labor was finally rolling to the long awaited end. Nate, chair balanced on two legs, was being invited to Karaoke after school, a Friday tradition in the high. But the train journey was often long to the city, his mind at peace while in the comforting rural setting. He had to pass, slightly apologetic as his friends sighed in unison.
Have a fun weekend! they cheered, skipping out of the classroom with their bags weighted over shoulders; they were off to try their luck with their crushes again. "You too, nerds." Nate mumbled, fumbling about with awkward balance on his throne, pencil tapping against his skull.
"Everyone's falling over their hearts, then there's me." he smirked, victorious yet lonely. "I can concentrate on my studies while everyone's off with the smell of lust plaguing their senses." Nate cackled, raising his arms in the air which triggered one fell swoop of gravity to flatten his back and skull against the tiled floor of the science labs. A brief pause of humility, before his mouth leaked defeat. "Ow."
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Teachers continued their rounds, papers to mark in their grasp and footsteps fluttering around the halls frantically for supplies and aid. It was a strange time, no students to clutter the halls with their talks of video games and other nonsense. Nate was a part of the school swim team, he'd stay behind every other Friday to practice in the pool before sunset, lest he fall victim to a cold. Though, he gave himself about an hour of time to just.. wander. The school was vast, a great land of adventure heavily unexplored despite being in his penultimate year.
Orange glows painted the halls as the sun gleamed through cloud linings and burst the windows of the science building. A beautiful sight, one he made sure to witness every time he came here. It was habit of nature's beauty and the thrill of having the halls to himself that kept Nate clung in it's walls whenever he could.
His legs were carrying him towards the Main Office, they held key to the indoor gym which he intended to visit after a few miles of swimming. Nate liked to keep in shape I guess, his athletic ability always surpassed his intellect. Orange leaves fluttered down, the Autumn term was the longest of the year.
Good to see you again Nate, the front desk lady greeted before sliding the keys along her desk. "You too, how are the cats?" he quizzed, elbow leaned on her office. He was.. comfortable with the staff. A favorite, the unused term in the faculty but they all knew it was true. His conversation with the woman got caught in time, the clock flying past until he was interrupted by a desperate tone behind him.
"E-Excuse me!" it called, startling Nate. Instant reaction, a swivel of his feet and sorry hands shaking at her. "S-sorry! I didn't realize you were there!" he excused, before grabbing the keys and rushing past the girl, documents clutched in her confused hands. How embarrassing... though the quick glance he got of her was familiar he thought naught of it and continued onwards towards the pool.
Then he stopped. Eh, it was probably just a stranger... stop. But.. what if..? Nah.. couldn't be... But.. she sounded.. french? And the hair.. he recognized the hair. But it couldn't be right, she moved away last year didn't she?
Nate's feet refused to deny any longer, instead shifting him around again to face the office. "Serena..?"
He waited for her to walk back out, a distance away from the Office he stood in the chill of the setting sun and gazed desperately, hoping for her to enter his life again, her image now burned into his skull like a bad memory he had stuffed far away.
With Scizor helping him into a seated position, Vince sat against Stantler who was laying behind him. Skitty sat on his lap, happy and relieved that he was okay.
"So, what’s your name stranger? And.. uhh, do you actually know how to swim?"
Vince winced at the question, he wasn’t a good swimmer and he knew that he shouldn’t have gone out as far as he did.
"I can swim, but not very well…" He mumbled out the last part before saying, "My name is Vince, what’s yours?" Vince shifted in his spot, sand rough against his skin. When the stranger mentioned that he looked like he was doing better, Vince nodded and said, "Thanks to you getting me out quickly."
Vince’s Pokémon gave small cries of acknowledgment, thankful to the stranger as well.
Nate's grip tightened around locks of his own hair, wringing the salty water out to prevent damage. He liked to keep his hair healthy despite exposing it to Salt and Chlorine often. The man's Pokémon still hastily helping him to health, Nate's eyes briefly glanced at his visor brim down in the sand a little ways away.
"My name is Vince, what’s yours?"
"Oh, uhh.. Nate." he mumbled, eyes fixated on his clothes untouched by the winds. Peculiar. His Pokémon cried, startling him back to consciousness, though they were only being friendly. Nate forced a smile, confused to the situation.
Vince, a very tough sounding name for such a buttery lookin' dude. "You're welcome I guess, I'm not in the habit of letting people keel over you see." he spoke, rubbing his eyes and springing the wetsuit from his skin, warm waters gliding through the air pockets he was creating. Vince's Stantler approached, sniffing Nate curiously.
"He alright?" Nate chuckled, rubbing it's head smoothly with the palm of his soft hands. How friendly, if not a little forward. Vince was a curious sorts, Nate wanted his visor back.
N sighed and proceeded to apologize profusely at the pokemon who simple tried to jingle its stolen keys at Nate. Nate was just a naive fool that would never understand the poor Klefki. It was going to be a long night if the two of them refused to get along.
"That was some rather strong language, Nate. Just because you cannot understand pokemon, does not mean they don’t understand you. I expect you to apologize later," He patted Nate’s shoulder. A tired sigh escaped his mouth. But at least they were inside so it wasn’t so bad after all.
The key fairy followed them into the villa. N had never been in such an unusually small house. His head circled the room in awe. It was a quaint house at the very least. It was nice as a summer home. It was big enough to house two or so people. It was quite handy Nate had known how to get in.
"Wow, do people actually live here? It feels empty. Oh and Klefki says they went out on an errand. He’s not sure when they’ll be back so he’d like to stay with us for awhile. That is, if you stop being so rude." He frowned with anticipated disappoint. "I was really hoping the two of you could get along peacefully. After all, with you bickering, it defeats the purpose of my goal."
"Person, not people... and she's not here often, she travels a lot." Nate lightly corrected, taking in the cheery atmosphere. It was nice to be inside again. He hated to admit it but perhaps his lust for the ocean was starting to dim, energy returning back to his true love: Pokémon battles.
So, Klefki was a new addition to her team then. She was always off on travels; her champion intellect couldn't stick to one place for too long. "I didn't realise Klefki was her Pokémon, that's a relief." sighing, he approachedthe steel type slowly. "Sorry for the language." he spoke sincerely, offering is hand. Klekfi, tempted, lowered itself into Nate's palm and jingled. He stuck his tongue out at N.
"A friend of the Champion's is a friend of mine!" he laughed, tickling the animate, expressionless key. N seemed confused, as though Nate was forgetting one vital piece of information. "Don't worry N, from now on all my rude behaviour is reserved for you" he snickered, expressing akanbe at the green haired king who placed the stone tablet down on a table.
Curious, Klefki hovered over and hummed lightly to the plate's aura, its colour vibrant.
"What is it Klefki? Timmy fell down a well?!" Nate joked, nudging N's arm for some kind of translation, his hands smoothing over the still somewhat damp stone. The sound of his skin scraping against the rock echoed throughout the empty villa. "Curious." he mumbled, cogs whirring in his mind. "We could try the Nacrene Museum, I'm sure Lenor would know a thing or two about it."
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