i lost a bet

tacet proditor. from the latin. "silent traitor". once a trainer full of hope. but there is no hope left now. the boy is empty inside, frayed to the edges, wearing a too-thin smile. red. team rocket elite. [ indie red from pokemon special. canon divergent. tracks tacetproditor. please read rules, about, and au info before interacting. ]

[maskedthief-archive]

Letting out a breathy laugh, she tries to pull her pokemon away but she seems too interested in the man before her. “Ah, yes. Since she’s a fairy type, dragon types don’t stand a chance.” After finishing what she had to say, she continues to try and finish the small talk quickly but Jiggly’s acting as if she knows who the guy is.

The pink rabbit reaches for the male’s hand, aware that he’s in pain and aware of who he is. Although Blue’s still unsure why her Wigglytuff is acting like this, there must’ve been something about this guy that is keeping her pokemon’s attention. “Jiggly, c’mon, it’s late,” she says while motioning her along, “and I need my beauty sleep.”

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The Wigglytuff sure was being fussy... Red simply stared it down, not sure what it wanted. Maybe it had smelled something on him--he hadn’t passed through anything that might attract a pokemon, though, so he wasn’t sure what was happening. “Oh, well she’ll certainly have no trouble, then. Fairies are always tough.”

     Red stares as the young lady’s companion reaches for his hand--on instinct, he retracts it, pulling his hand out of reach for a few moments. What is going on here... In any case, he turns his attention back to the Trainer and nods his head to her. “Well, you two have a safe trip back to wherever it is you’re going, and get some rest.” He waves slightly, then turns to start off again--something’s tugging at his brain, saying that something about the pair is familiar, but he’s tired and wants some rest himself, so he brushes it aside for now. He’s sure he can puzzle over it later.

[maskedthief-archive]

Encounters in the middle of the night were never pleasant, so to counter that she would keep her pokemon alongside as she strolled through the city. She noticed someone lurking in the shadows, only appearing when the streetlights hit just right. Her eyes fell on him, keeping a close eye on him without keeping them on him too long. 

Just as their paths were about to cross, Wigglytuff’s ears perked up and suddenly, she hopped from her trainer’s side and towards the one diagonal from her. If she wasn’t such a lady, she would’ve cussed at her actions but instead she just inhaled sharply and tried calling her back before cautiously walking up to the man. “Sorry – She’s not usually like this.”

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He blinks, a bit surprised by the sudden appearance of a Wigglytuff, followed by its owner--he hadn’t seen anyone else on the road, though then again, he honestly hadn’t paid much attention.

      “It’s fine.” He says, shrugging a little--the movement stings, pain in his shoulder searing through his arm. He forgot just how bad a beating he’s taken and the pain flickers across his face for a moment. He probably looks terrible. Whoops. “At least she’s there to protect you.” It seemed like that was the goal of the Pokemon’s presence, anyway.”

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       [ he’s bruised and battered and tired as hell. he’s stalking along silently, not particularly sure where it is he’s headed but hoping that he finds a bed soon because he feels like he got hit by a truck. ]

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[ephr-deactivated20200723]

How does it feel to know you’re becoming the villain of your own story?

(via ephr)

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ooc.

uh, hi. i'm--really really sorry for vanishing! life's been interesting with school starting up again.

i am working on a starter for @cedicitxheros and drafts and a playlist for saffronnights. i'm getting there ;;;;; more stuff will be up tomorrow when i'm not in class.

[arborn]

——— It’s only when he reminds her that she’d fallen does the initial confusion of seeing an apparently unknown stranger (although she could swear otherwise,) wear off, and she realizes that she’s yet to take proper inventory of herself.

         Elbows? Check!

                               Knees? Check.

                                                    Hands..? 

She realizes belatedly that the skin on the heel of her hands is raw and torn up from how she’d landed, and frowns downwards at her upturned palms for a brief moment.

      “I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just—” She blinks upwards at the stranger and grins sheepishly.  The friendly grin shining down on her still strikes the Healer as familiar, startlingly so. 

           She glances at his proffered hand once more, slips only her fingers (non-injured) into his hand and raises herself upwards from the ground. Brushing off any collected dirt, she laughs.

"I must’ve mistaken you for someone I knew long ago. Er, sorry about that. And the whole falling thing.

                                     —I’m Yellow… and yourself?”

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He stays still as she checks over herself, hand still outstretched to her kindly; as he does so, he studies her, putting everything he can to memory. She's gotten older, yes, but Red can still tell that it's her--part of him is relieved that she appears to be doing well, living her life...well, fully, so far as he can tell.

       He nods as he helps her to her feet, his hold on her hands gentle.

   It's alright, I guess I just have a common type of face. He laughed silently, rubbing the back of his neck. And no, no, it's ifne, I'm just glad you're alright.

           Yellow... So he finally had a name. --Brendan. It's very nice to meet you, Yellow.

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  i’m   someone   who’s     thought—-

                    {  ——- why haven’t i   d i e d  yet  }

                                        ———-But  [  keeps on   f i g h t i n g  ]

                                                                            for survival

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AND NOW bedtime. i have one reply in the drafts for arborn that'll be done tomorrow, and i hope to get a thread started with my friend's new maxie blog~ SO YEAH lots of fun

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[leveltrainer]

As soon as he saw the familiar hat and spiky hair, he knew it was Red. He had heard rumors of what had happened to him, but they hadn’t talked in so long. Slowly approaching Red, he made sure he was prepared for anything that would happen between them. Of course he would never admit it, but he missed his rival. He missed his intense battles that he would have with Red (even though Green would lose mostly all of them.) Something he had longed for, a rival, was gone as soon as Red had disappeared. Since Red had left, a lot of things had changed between the Dexholders. Blue and Green never became good friends. Finding her too annoying, he was never forced to spend time with her, with Red around. Green and Yellow never talked, because she would have always been with Red. All this because Red was never around. 

When he stopped to a safe distance, Green straightened his posture, giving a sharp glare directly into Red’s crimson colored eyes. “W-What… Ahem.. What exactly are you doing, Red? I have heard the rumors about you. Are they true? Tell me. Now.” He knew they were, but he wanted to hear the words come from Red himself. He wanted his former friend to tell him face to face that he had joined the evil side. That he was a part of Team Rocket, and a sworn enemy. 

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That piercing tone and intense gaze...he'd missed them sure, but he found himself shrinking in on himself a little, averting his eyes as he was unable to keep the eye contact up for long. God, he'd been afraid of this...sure, the main rumor floating around was that he'd died, or been captured, but some thought he'd actually gone off to his worst enemy...to think that Green was one of them was heartbreaking. He'd assumed Green knew him well enough to know it would never have been willingly...maybe he was wrong about it all. After all, when Red had disappeared, they were just barely friends. Maybe, if this hadn't happened, they'd have wound up being much closer friends.

But it was no use thinking of what could have been now. Red shoved his hands in his pockets, expression clouding over. Eventually, he took a pad of paper from his jacket, jotting something down before moving closer to Green and holding the paper out for him to see.

...I'd hoped you know me well enough to have an answer. But--no, they aren't true.

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hhhhh time to find more fanart for icons i can't find a good one for this reply hhhhHHHHH

[maskedthief-archive]

Expecting him to linger behind slightly, the Brunette kept her back to him and slowly began walking away. She knew he’d leave given the opportunity; he made it apparent earlier today. However, she felt a light tug that pulled her from walking forward, she looked over her shoulder. Azure optics dawdled on his hand around her wrist before lifting them to see him.

Sighing, she rotated her body to face him. “Fine,” she said with an eye roll and soft smile, “but if you actually want to talk you’ll need a disguise. I mean, you obvious can’t come around here because, what, Green and me? We can’t have that little organization that refers to themselves as Team Rocket know you’re here. Lucky for you, I’m a queen of disguise.” Fingering her Ditto over, she scoped the blob up into her hands and poked it playfully. “You ready for something fun now, little guy?”

At first, she ordered the pokemon to transform into a mustache that would be tucked under Red’s nose but the Evolver couldn’t contain her laughter. She bent over, holding her chest to balance. “I just – I just wanted to see what you’d look like if you could grow facial hair. Please never do,” she snickered, “but, actually, it looks great. You should definitely grow it out,” she said in an attempt to sound convincing. “We’ll go just somewhere that they won’t be at, the game corner,” she joked, “and you tell me all about how great being in Team Rocket is.”

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He sighed noticeably when she agreed to speak with him--he'd thought that maybe she really didn't want to, that she'd be alright with just leaving and never seeking him out again. The smile he gave her, the small laugh and nod in agreement to her words, they seemed just so relieved.

Ditto...? He mouthed at first, watching her scoop the Pokemon into her arms and tell it to transform. In moments, he had something hairy attached to his upper lip and it itched like nothing else. The faces Red made as he tried getting used to it were oddly cute--he'd refuse to acknowledge such a thing, but wiggling his nose around was pretty funny.

I doubt I will ever have facial hair considering how itchy this is. He wrote for her, frowning for a long moment. He thought over where best to go, before letting out a breath. They might not even notice at the game corner, but it's still probably safer to go somewhere else. He smiled a little. Another moment of thought, and he shrugged. Just someplace where we wouldn't be overheard would work, I guess.

[arborn]

——— Yellow makes a formal mental note to avoid smearing honey on trees from this point onwards.

She can’t say that the man who’d told her about the method had been wrong, after all. He’d promised the appearance of a rare Pokemon, and that’s what she had gotten— but still. 

 He probably should’ve warned her about Drifblim’s strange penchant for dragging off kids when she looked like one herself. It’s luck that she isn’t the first person in these parts to experience something similar; the nurses had dealt with any injury she’d had efficiently. Easily. She’s almost jealous of their talent.

Now leaving the center, Yellow turns and waves goodbye to the nurses she’d met. (Maybe she’ll come back with berries as a present? She’d already helped them by healing some of the resident Pokemon, but she could always—)

                                                        “—Eep!”

Her thought process cuts off when she bumps head-on into a stranger, and her edge of her vision erupts with blinking lights. Landing abruptly on her bottom, Yellow claps a hand onto her forehead. Her hat, she notes, has fallen off her head and landed somewhere she can’t see. (Nor does she care to look when her butt hurts quite as much as hers does.)

         ”O-ow! Sorry, sorry!” She immediately begins, blinking her eyes in an attempt to stop her vision from swimming. “I wasn’t looking— it’s my fault. I’m really sorry, Mr.—”

       Her vision finally clears (throbbing head aside); she glances upwards and finds herself looking at black hair and red eyes. Somewhere in her gut, she recognizes them. 

She must’ve hit her head too hard, because she swears she just ran into the same kid who caught Ratty for her. The same kid who promised to help her little town when she was little. But—

                                    He was dead, wasn’t he? 

She rubs her eyes and stares up at him, disbelieving.

                       ”Don’t… Don’t I know you?”

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He doesn't notice the girl heading straight for him, no matter how much Pika tugs on his ear to get him to turn his head and see her--by the time he's come back from daydreaming (something he'd never thought he could still do, but he's delighted to find he can because he can simply immerse himself in dreams of what he could do were he free of his duties) it's too late to avoid the blonde on a collision course.

Red stumbles back as she falls to the ground, caught off balance but manages to steady himself before he falls as well. It takes a moment for him to be sure he's got his bearings, before he turns his attention back to the girl who bumped into him.

He can't exactly answer her, of course, given that he's got no way to speak other than writing and sign now, but he does come forward to help her to her feet when he sees something click.

It takes a moment, but then he realizes it, too--it's been, god, years, but suddenly the memory of the little blonde girl back home, back in that forest just before all of this started, shoots to the front of his brain, and it is her. He doesn't even know her name at first, but he remembers her.

And she remembers him. Of course she would. But that is bad, it's bad bad bad and Red has to play it off as politely as he can.

He smiles gently once he's sure any trace of recognition is gone, and in a gesture of friendliness he offers her a hand.

         I don't think so, miss. But are you okay? You took quite the fall.

[shiirakeru]

"Yes, of course. You have to dance."        She giggled, handing him a small box. "Come on, Red. Do you really think this is  some bribe? I’m not like that, you know~”

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He still takes the box from her warily, eyes watching her for any sign of sudden movement. When he sees none, he opens the box and peers down into it.

        Well, excuse me for being cautious. He mouths, glancing back up at her--he's still not convinced, in all honesty.

[johtossecondbest-deactivated201]

"Alright, return."

Another day of training at Mt. Silver was over.

Silver hadn’t abandoned his dreams of becoming the best: even after bonding with his Pokemon. They’d still dethrone Lance once day: but this time, as friends.

That being said though, he failed to notice Red’s presence.

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Find the boy he did, busy training on Mt. Silver as Red had been told he would be. Unsurprising...Red had heard that Silver was becoming quite the accomplished trainer through his travels. Maybe someday he'd battle Red and the Team Rocket executive would be able to see his skills up close.

For now, he stood back and watched as he recalled his Pokemon, leaning to the side and not making any noise.

Eventually, he tossed a bit of rock in Silver's direction to catch his attention--once he had it, he mouthed, Nice job there. You're getting good.

[beginningwaves]

"That I am, that I am~" hey, she wasn’t the type to go all ‘oh, please, I’m not that great…’ a compliment was a compliment! "I lived in that city for nearly ten years: is there anything you know you want to go to in particular? It’ll be my treat~"

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Maybe I'll have to look into watching more contests--I bet I'll see one you've been in, huh? It seemed that compliments went over well with this young lady--he'd be sure to compliment her some, but hopefully not overly so. At her offer, he inclined his head politely. I've just heard some nice things about the city in general--though I've heard great things about the lighthouse?

[oprahofbeldum-blog]

It’s a shame that not many people know how to sign.  I find it pretty fun and interesting! He pauses for Lucas to take his turn to answer his question, and that is when he gets excited all over again.

"Canalave?!" He blushes at his outburst, but quickly resumes using sign.

I always wanted to meet Byron and go to that library when Cynthia mentioned it to me!  And Veilstone… what a beautiful place I have only seen glimpses of. I have to say I am both full of admiration jealously, Lucas! I truly do need to stop procrastinating and visit the region…

He places a hand on his face that became red with childish glee before releasing a dreamy sigh. Steven is a passionate and curious one.

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Sign is...it can be hard to learn for some. I assume that's the biggest road block to it. Is all he says in return, shrugging a little. But he appreciates Steven's enthusiasm.

Red hadn't been expecting such an outburst, but it brings a silent laugh bubbling up from inside him which he hides behind a gloved hand. The man's enthusiasm is infectious, and Red has to admit he hasn't felt so excited in a very long time.

Well, if you find yourself in Canalave someday, feel free to ask around for me! I'd be happy to show you around.

As Steven was blushing and sighing with delight, Red felt his Poke Gear go off--when he opened it, he found a text with an address. A rendezvous point, where he could lead his target to to complete this mission. Good, it was about time.

Red felt bad about it, but he buried it down deep, like he did any such emotions now.

Can you show me where this house is? My aunt just sent me this.