“ It was just a simple request at first, really it should have been no trouble at all. “
The professor had been busy that afternoon so he had given Lucas a job or rather a personal request as he had so eloquently described it which was to deliver a package that needed repairs to his acquaintance in Sunyshore City. The assistant thought nothing of it at that point of time, it was a simple thing to do plus he was free of his own assignments so he agreed to it.
“Take the next left once you see the Pokémon Center.. “
When he turned the corner, Lucas was met with the sight of the Pokémon Gym which confused the young male as he read the directions the professor had given him once more but it was definitely right which meant only one thing and Lucas wasn’t excited about it.
Professor Rowan’s acquaintance was Volkner, the Gym Leader of Sunyshore City.
He could feel a shiver down his spine at the conclusion, perhaps the Professor wouldn’t mind if he just left the package at the front door along with a note..right?
It is barely ten in the morning when the cloudy cover above breaks, filtering rays of sunlight upon Sunyshore’s lighthouse. The air is still cold (a breeze sweeps by and robs him of his warmth), but Colress will manage with his traditional white coat, which he adjusts around his frail, slim body. He holds his breath for a moment, hoping the approaching figure is his partner in his obligated mission, but is discouraged when they pass him by; just another unimportant person, irrelevant to him.
Colress thinks about why he’s here, and then he laughs – it’s hilarious to him, anyway. Not so much to everyone else.
He’d been a visitor in the city. With his newfound time and renegade status, Colress traveled far to reach Sinnoh, a land bombarded by jaded mountains and thick forests. Sunyshore’s progressive solar powered technology was famous around the world, rivaling that of Unova’s Black City. Such advances intrigued Colress and when he had arrived, he signed himself up for a tour of the city.
It had gone south once the tour led into the city’s generator room, which channeled all the collective solar energy and transformed it into more usable energy.
The generator was an impressive sight, even more impressive when known about its capabilities. It stood in the middle of a large tiled antechamber, thousands of wires pouring into its mass, a neat array of flashing buttons and panels (which did Arceus knowns what) before it. The generator alone, the tour guide explained, had the strength to power at least a city twice its size (mentioning this to the small crowd elicited a chorus of oo’s and ah’s). The tour did not remain in the chamber for long. Colress stayed, however.
A mistake.
He only meant to stay around long enough to discover what circuitry it ran on. All it would take was a more up close glance – it would have been harmless. But clumsy Colress, as he approached the generator, he fell forward and from his pocket rolled out a familiar red-and-white colored sphere which triggered the RELEASE mechanism—
In a flash of light, Rotom had been sent out. Colress never did manage to control his partner’s mischievous impulses. And before he could utter a single word, the dual type ghost had slammed itself into the massive machine, thereby possessing it and causing the generator to short-circuit. Colress remembered the cold laugh (or rather the amused noise) that Rotom uttered, having fun in running itself through the wires, the plates of durable mineral. And he laughed too; Colress found it impressive that Rotom was capable of manipulating such a large machine.
The city did not find it so hilarious, however.
The “comical” event had been interrupted within a short few minutes (while Rotom had fled from the intrusion, escaping into the system that spanned the entire city). Colress found himself delivered to Sunyshore’s justices. He got lucky; his offense did not merit a ticket or any imprisonment of any sort, given it was an accident. Instead, Colress was to fix the mess he created; the goal was to track down Rotom, and in turn, the solar powered system would be free.
To make sure Colress completed his mission without any hiccups, he’d been assigned a partner –
A Gym Leader, no less. The doctor was almost certain that the other was not too pleased with him. He straightens his collar and tries to make himself look prim when he thinks he sees him coming up over the steps.
So Colress calls out, managing a small wave.
“ Hello! Are you the Gym Leader the police spoke of? I am Doctor Colress – it is nice to meet you! “
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Mainly positive. Whitney tries not to have a negative outlook on things and firmly believes in karma. Having a good attitude about something usually works well in her favor. There are times when she can be negative if things don’t go her way, but she doesn’t hold this attitude for very long.
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
She doesn’t have any real enemies, but there are quite a few trainers who would avoid battling her if they could. She has made a few enemies as a school kid, but they were nothing more than childish rivalries.
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
She tries not to think about death very often. She wants to live a long life. While she is adventurous, she will not go out of her way to do something so dangerous that she wouldn’t come out alive.
play on the train tracks in anville town at night. it doesn’t seem like it at first–especially considering all of the other stuff she’s done (cough cough, write erotic fiction about two gym leaders right in front of them)–but she considers that to be the definite number one.
☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?
oh, my god, she would be awful.
sure, dear shaunee here is a smart cookie, but she’s not exactly fit or good with any sort of weapon. her survival skills are non-existent–she has no idea how to build a fire, can’t hunt, and doesn’t know which plants are safe to eat. on top of all of that, she is too paranoid to make an alliance that would probably keep her alive. she’d be smart enough to immediately sprint away from the cornucopia on the first day, but she’d be dead in probably less than 48 hours.
She once went on a date with somebody who ended up being a really unpleasant person. She ordered the most expensive item on the menu and only ate half of it, as well as a bottle of wine without so much as taking a sip. Never called again.
five things most people don't know about my muse
She once had a goth phase. It was very short lived and she’s embarrassed by it so she never brings it up to anyone. Although if anyone talks to her sister long enough, she may let it slip up.
She used to have a bit of a crush on Norman as a teenager.
Whitney is really adept when it comes to board games. She’s usually the player that holds the rule book the entire time.
Although she has a sweet tooth, Whitney actually prefers her coffee black. Unless the coffee is crap.
She cannot stand asparagus.
the last five text messages my muse sent
[Clair] *picture of her Clefable wearing a cute yellow bow*
Hey, can I get an extension on my Grant reserve? My personal is pastabreath
Sure, no problem! Sometimes life pops up unexpectedly to say “Hey how’s it goin’ buddy ol’ pal?” and you’re like, “Come on bro I’m trying to work on this blog!” but it just won’t leave you alone. I understand that feeling more than anyone. Please have Grant’s blog ready to go by April 9th!
❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?
When you don’t have a heart, there’s nothing to break! (But as far as love goes for Green, he’s very reserved and tries his best not to get attached for his own sake.)
✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?
Green often draws diagrams and sketches of the flora and fauna he encounters. Absolutely loves to draw pastorals and scenery.
☺- Something that makes your muse happy?
Seeing hotshot trainers who remind him of what he was like during his younger years always brings a smile to his face.
✉- How often does your muse text?
He usually texts Prof. Oak with his personal phone. With his secondary phone he usually contacts trainers who wish to battle for his gym badge. (These texts tend to pile up and most go un-read)
☠ - angry/violent headcanon In 90% of confrontational situations, Barker won’t be the one to throw the first punch. Or the first Pokeball, for that matter. He’s pretty outwardly pacifistic for a member of one of the most heinous teams in the region… but it’s mostly because he doesn’t see the point in using one’s resources unnecessarily, treasured or otherwise.
Of course, being fodder, not flinging yourself at the task you’re given also doesn’t get you promoted, which is why he isn’t a respected member in any society.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon He likes being outside, but he also hates being outside, because tall grass occasionally means grass Pokemon, which causes his allergies to flare up. Still, he goes out anyway, forgets to bring his medication, gets fukt up and is a bitter asshole for the rest of the day. The process could practically be classified as a second circle of life by this point.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon More of a drink headcanon, but Barker’s incredibly partial to black tea with a shot of whiskey. He doesn’t drink very much publicly otherwise, though, so it usually comes as a bit of a surprise when it takes more than a few beers to put him on his ass.
