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[champreddo]

Fast Times in Jubilife City II Touya & Red

The PokeGear had promised to revolutionize the way trainers could communicate, It paved the way for the technology that would come in the following years. It had done well as a base model and fulfilled all the goals  it had been programmed for. It would be a ludicrous assumption however that any trainer would prefer the comparatively ancient PokeGear rather than an Xtransreciever. They didn’t even offer repairs on original Pokegear anymore so who in their right mind would still have one?

  Ah, right.

There were many things that Red had known would change once he finally returned to the ‘civilized’ population – Technology hadn’t been one of them.  His own Pokegear had stopped functioning properly (See: as a telephone) for years. The handheld system just wasn’t built for such rugged conditions and the faltering signal strength was even worse on the peak of his mountain. Delia had pushed for him to get a suitable phone ever since he had returned home. (Undoubtedly in case he decided to disappear again.) Despite his mother’s worrying the final straw came when the most important function of his Pokegear stopped working; The radio.

Sure even in Kanto the reception was awful but once he realized that there was no service whatsoever in any of the other regions… well that was just unthinkable!

Those fuzzy radio shows and muffled songs had gotten him through a huge chunk of the loneliness that came hand in hand with living atop Mt. Silver and Red would be lying if he said he didn’t still enjoy them.

So  he had made his way to Jubilife city, a place that he had been assured was a “Hub” of technology.  It had taken the receptionist at the old Pokétch Company nearly half an hour to convince the man that unfortunately his Pokegear was not able to be “fixed” by any means.

"But hey look, you can get a shiny new one for only 30,000 Poke dollars!"

The first unforgivable change was that now he had a utterly inconvenient watch – Wait could this even tell time?

Red hadn’t bothered to read the instruction pamphlets that had been given to him by the clerk. How hard could it really be?

The second, was that the screen was so small that he could hardly make out what options he was shuffling through.  Trainer Pass- Feelings check – Friend codes? What was this crap?

He had eventually plopped down on a bench, His fingers clumsily switching through the apps as his brow set into a firm line- determined to figure out this hunk of junk. The moment of absorption was over quickly and Red slammed his hand down on the device with a discouraged groan. Cha picked up on Red’s mood and slumped against his thigh theatrically, body spread out on the wooden bench emulating Red’s sigh.

Both parties were conveniently unaware of the faint buzzing indicative of an outward call. A bewildered voice on the other end of the line catches Cha’s attention. The Pikachu’s ears perk up and he rolls over, nudging at Red’s wrist, prompting him to examine the device.

Outgoing call – Trainer Pass

Elapsed time – 0:04

Recipient – Unkown ID

He had turned his own volume down drastically while fidgeting with the device before, and from Red’s end only ineligible murmuring could be heard. Raising the Xtransreciever to his ear he cranes his neck as if that might help the situation– There was someone on the other line. He bumps his wrist away– How did this even happen?

“Hello?” He calls out  apprehensively, volume far too low to hear any response at a normal speaking level. He waits a moment.. clearing his throat. “Hello?!” Red shares a look with Cha, both the Pokemon and its trainer are equally flabbergasted.

"This never would have happened with the Pokegear." Red grumbles to himself, unaware that the person on the other end could hear him perfectly. He quickly looses his patience for the unheard stranger on the other end and makes the assumption that it is HE who is not being loud enough.

“PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME” 

He takes a deep breath.

“THIS IS A PRIVATE LINE”

It’d be wonder if his shouting didn’t blow a speaker on Touya’s end. Wait was that an echo of his own voice that he heard so close by? He moves the Pokegear away from his mouth, squinting at it. Did his message go through? Did he have to be louder?

[andflames-blog]

For The Ladies;

Ah, the busy, bustling streets of Unova's Castelia City. Perhaps the only place that Fire could be surrounded on all sides by people... and yet feel so utterly, completely alone.

He liked that a lot.

For contrary to popular belief, Fire was not a socialite. He did not enjoy the company of loud, boisterous people. Probably the only person he'd enjoy the company of would be an exact clone of himself. He liked being alone and passed by and ignored. In fact, after a while all of the noises of the city blended together to make an unexpectedly soothing track of white noise. People talking and laughing and yelling became little more than a hum. A hum that Fire didn't have to pay attention to.

And in turn, he himself became part of that hum. No one paid him any mind. No one recognized him (save for one particularly tall fellow with hair and attire straight out of the seventies, who had him mistaken for someone else). And most importantly of all, no one tried to talk to him.

Indeed, Fire never thought he would find solace in one of the world's biggest cities. And yet, here he was.

It wasn't all that different from having a pokemon journey, in fact. There were kids trying to challenge him to a pokemon battle. There were shops and a pokemon center and towers that just begged an evil organization to come and take over. And there was adventure to be had at every turn!

For the first time, his wandering heart had led him to exactly where he wanted to go.

And since wandering is what Fire seems to do best, he decided to continue to do so. He wandered into buildings and down side streets and all over the city. And when he got bored, he simply hailed a taxi and went somewhere else. Fire didn't know where he was, or where he was going, and he loved it.

The second time that the taxi dropped him off, he stepped out into a rather well-organized mob of people, by the city's standards. In fact... upon closer inspection, it turned out to be not a mob, but a line. A line for what, Fire wondered. And so he followed the line to the front (accompanied by a very angry "hey jackass! Wait your turn like the rest of us!" and a not-as-angry "no cuts no buts no coconuts, mister!"). And at the end of the line, he found an ice cream stand.

Well, Fire liked ice cream. So he followed the line back to where it ended. The no cuts, no buts, no coconuts rule was one that he always prided himself in following.

The line moved quickly enough, and before Fire knew it people were lining up behind him. He was, once again, no more than a face in the crowd.

And then he was up to order. As much as he wanted to try the CasteliaCone that the place was named after, they were out of coconut ice cream. So he had to settle for the not-as-renowned CasteliaPop. Oh well, he shrugged, as he exchanged a handful of poke for his frozen treat.

He stepped away from the line and leaned against the side of the nearby building, still close enough to the ice cream stand to take in its pleasant hum.

He had only just started eating his treat when he realized that the pleasant hum was being slowly tainted with escalated yelling. Fire's jaw set. A coconut CasteliaPop was not meant to be eaten in the presence of people yelling.

How rude, he scoffed. He really wanted to enjoy this treat ignored, passed by, and alone.

[thekristalstar]

Life's a Beach ☼

Kris was much more than just a street rat. She was also a beach rat, and she had been ever since she was a little girl. She hadn't gotten a chance to see a real live beach until she had started her journey, mind you, but she still proudly proclaimed her love for the beach years before that.

Still damp and pruny from her extended stay in the salty water, she had moved higher up the beach, about halfway between the dunes and the seaweed-marked water's edge. The beaches of Hoenn were much different than the ones she grew up around: while Johto's beaches were rocky and rough, this one was decidedly sandy and tropical. The waves were large, but not dangerous. And the water was crystal clear. (Heh.)

Sand clung to her calves and her sunbaked skin radiated a golden glow. She had tanlines from her usual attire, her tummy being the closest to her usual skin tone, but the vast difference had mellowed out after several days on the shore.

Letting out an audible 'whew!' she sat back on her haunches, wiping the sweat from her brow. Her pigtails had sprung back to their original form, despite still being damp from the water. She admired her handiwork with a proud, lopsided grin-- this was, without a doubt, the best hole on the entire beach.

At precisely two and a half by five feet, with a three and a half foot depth, was a hole. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she rose to her feet and snapped the elastic of her swimsuit, shaking the sand away. The star-spangled bikini she wore was an uncomfortable reminder to some that she was indeed a girl, and she was indeed human-- most of the time, she could pass as a pokemon.

Excitedly scampering on all fours, she made for her towel which lay in a crumpled heap not too far away. With little to no regard for the beachgoers on either side of her she shook the towel out, pelting them all with a fine mist of sand. And with the precision and care of a mother tucking her child into bed, she covered every bit of that hole with her towel.

The towel in question was a to-scale design of ~Red~, his famous pikachu on his shoulder and his arm out to the side. Kris'd gotten it at a garage sale for two pokedollars. She liked to lie on top of it and imagine that he had his arm around her.

And that was her plan. Clearly, anyone who knew about Red would flock to that truly irresistible towel. Then they would fall into her friend-making trap, and Kris would swoop down upon them. She would incite conversation about Red and after winning their trust, she would casually mention that she beat Red a few years ago. And bam! Instant friendship and instant admiration.

Man, she really was a genius.

She gave herself a pat on the back. Literally.

Good job, Kris.

But for now, she had to make herself scarce. She was fully aware of her tragic burden-- she simply oozed such raw likability and awesomeness that many people were too intimidated to approach her. So she stood up, grabbed her shovel and pail, and darted back to the water, kicking up sand as she went.

And there she waited in the shallows, submerged so that just her nose upwards was above the surface. It was perfect-- there was no way for someone to be able to walk by without noticing the towel. And with how she laid it out, it was nigh-on impossible for someone to miss it. They'd have to actively navigate around it to not notice it.

If Kris had a tail (which she did not, as she is a human girl in a swim suit just look at that body), it would be swishing back and forth in anticipation for the pounce. And she would wait as long as she needed to.

[d-esper-ado]

The Show Must Go On! || Will & Touya

Will smiled as he looked up at the poster that had been taped upon the outside of the Nimbasa City Pokemon Center. It had been quite a long time since he'd done such a large show, and he fully intended to get back into things with a bang. Walking inside of the Center, a rose-y blush developed on his pale cheeks as he was recognized from the advertisements that had been placed all around the city, and he greeted his fans with as much confidence as he could muster as the nurse at the counter tended to Thea, his pride and joy. Will wanted to be absolutely positive that she was in her best shape for the performance, and he even quietly passed along a pair of free tickets to the nurse as an extra incentive to make sure the flying-type pokemon's feathers were extra bright and shiny. 

Once he had left, providing a few autographs to some shy young girls who had been waiting at the door to see him out, Will began to walk in the direction of Nimbasa's Musical Theater, where he had rehearsed his performance the night before. It was Will's first time being outside of the Johto region, and he was shocked at how things in Unova were so much more technologically advanced, so much brighter, so much more colorful, especially in Nimbasa City! It was definitely his kind of place, and the sight of the enormous, blinding Musical Theater produced on him a wide, shimmering grin.

"Man oh man!" he said aloud to Thea. "It's been such a long time since we've done somethin' like this, huh girl? Aren't you glad Lance let go of the leash for once?" The large flying-type let out a loud cry in response, attracting looks from the many people outside of the theater, and causing a multitude of them to approach Will nervously, gawking at him as though he was a creature from another planet. Most of them were kind, simply requesting a photograph or an autograph. Others seemed anxious and apprehensive, unknowing of his abilities or what lay behind the black fabric that concealed half of his face. In an effort to ease the worries that were displayed as plain as day within their minds, Will spoke to them in as friendly a manner as he could muster, thanking them graciously for coming to see the show. 

When the Psychic had finally made as much time as he could for the crowd around him, Thea made a path through the people with her wide wingspan, allotting space for her trainer to traverse towards the huge building. When they had made their way through the heavy glass doors, Will looked around at the interior with the same wonder he'd had the night before. The pink flooring, the large columns, the red carpet leading up magnificent staircases - it was definitely the nicest venue at which Will had ever performed. How far he had come from his days of conning people out of their money on the streets of Goldenrod, wearing his tattered clothing and never feeling a trace of guilt about what he was doing. Things today were going to be much different, as he would don his sparkling stage costume and earn a sense of satisfaction from making the crowd happy rather than angry, the way he had once done with vile deceit.

Making his way backstage, Will passed through the large, open auditorium, a chill going through his small body. Supposedly, the hall had been completely sold out - an outcome that Thea herself had never seen coming - and the Elite couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit nervous. If someone had told him as a child that when he had "grown up" he'd be as famous as he was, he would have laughed at them, but now that "Elite Four Will" had become a household name across all of Johto, and now that it was stretching into other regions as well, he couldn't help but feel his pride growing larger and larger. 

He entered the backstage dressing room, where all of his things had previously been set up for him, and took a huge sigh of relief, thankful to have a moment to himself. Before him was the costume he'd be donning, and after resting on the luxurious couch at the side of the room for a few minutes, he set to changing into it. He undressed quickly, feeling cold air rush over him, and placed his clothing in one of the suitcases sitting near the couch. It was then that he decked himself out in the fantastically gaudy items that had been hanging up near the large mirror typically meant for those preparing for musicals. He looked into it at himself, the bright magenta tailcoat sparkling wildly, and chuckled. 

"Lookin' good, right?" he asked his pokemon a bit too excitedly. The noise she made was could be left up to interpretation on his question, and he chose to simply ignore the fact that it could have been taken negatively. 

The only thing remaining that needed to be changed was the item that lay stretched over his face, and slowly, carefully, he removed it, leaving his eyes shut. Thea brought the new mask over to him, carrying it in her beak and dropping it into his outstretched hands. Only did he reopen his eyes when the mask's ribbon had been tied tightly around his head, violet hair falling over it to conceal the bow he had made. The mask was just as shiny and sparkly as the rest of his outfit, and though up-close it would appear to be way over-the-top, from his position on the stage, it would be a sight of wonder and awe to the audience. 

At that moment, a knock was heard at the door, along with the lilting voice of a woman.

"Five more minutes, Will~" she said sweetly. 

"Right-o!" came his reply, dripping with enthusiasm. "Ready, Thea?"

The xatu called out happily and followed after her trainer as he opened the dressing room door and made his way towards the stage, on which all of his props had been set up the night before. He stood beside the large, red curtain, waiting for the announcer to introduce him to the audience, and at the sudden applause from the audience, Will walked onto the stage, arms outstretched with Thea flying alongside him. 

The Psychic made his way to center stage and looked out before him. Wow. The place had been sold out, and this was the largest crowd he'd ever performed in front of. The magic show was going to have to be flawless, without any bumps or mistakes, that was for sure. He gave his trademark, toothy smile to the audience and took a bow before addressing them. 

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! Allow me to introduce myself and my partner~ My name is Will, and this is my beautiful assistance, Thea! We're so, so excited to be here in Nimbasa City, and we hope you greatly enjoy all of the things that you're about to see~"

The Elite began to walk across the stage, making sure to give attention to each area of the audience before him. 

"Please remember that some of the acts you're going to witness will be incredibly tricky and dangerous, and that silence will be absolutely necessary. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated~!"

Will raised his hand in the air-

"Prepare to be amazed~!!!!"

and brought it down with a loud bang and a huge release of shimmering glitter. 

[bun-head-mei-blog]

Once more with spirit! || Touya + Mei

Mei's face was one of complete shock.  She almost dropped her Oshawott at the news even.  "Only.  One.  More.  Room???"  The nurse's previous apologetic smile was now fully explained.  She could almost feel the color draining from her face.  "H-how-??  You mean I have to stay with HIM??"  She blurted that last part out, not thinking of how it must sound.

Indeed at that, she turned and blushed.  "Um, n-no offense of course!"

This was not the evening she had planned at all.  First she gets accused of being a creeper and a stalker, and now she has to stay in the same room with her accuser?? Who might be the actual creeper?  She turned her head this way and that way trying to think of a way out of this.  Maybe there's somewhere else to stay!  No, this is a small town.  She had time, maybe she could hike back to the last city.

The Nurse managed to take away all of her options in one response.  "I'm afraid so, miss.  The other pokemon centers have filled up as well, it seems."  Her apologetic smile widened.

Mei was frantic as she clutched Oshawott closer to her and fidgeted with her feet a bit.  She was trying her hardest to think, trying to calm down, but it just wouldn't work.

"O-okay.. well, clearly we're going to have to.  I-It's not like we have a choice in the matter, right?  We didn't choose this, right?"  Mei was trying to reassure herself more than confirm the answers to those questions.  "Just.. DON'T do anything creepy, okay!" she blurted out again, blushing as she realized how rude that was to announce in public.

[naturalias]

boyatouya started following you

The hustle of bustle of Nimbasa's amusement parks had always amazed the Unovian king. Whether it was in the early afternoon or at night, the small compacted area was always filled with children and adults alike. And while he might've made the mistake of walking right in the thicket of such a crowd the last time he had been here, N had made sure to stay as far away from the main walkway as possible. Presently, the greenette was seated neatly at one of the empty park benches, partaking on a small dessert that he had missed ever since leaving the region.

He patted his pale lips with a napkin the clerk had given him, sighing contentedly. "To be honest, I have missed these treats quite a bit," he mused aloud, staring down at the creamy mixture. "Wouldn't you say so too, Zorua?" The black fox who was sitting on his lap nodded in agreement. N extended the cone out to him, and the little Pokemon took a lick as well.

And as Zorua took his turn to help finish the small snack, N's eyes wandered over to look at the crowd of people that passed by. Streams of bright colored-clothes and dulled ones passed by in a breeze, and for a minute the greenette was a bit dazed by seeing a flurry of people pass back and forth. Though, within that stream of people, N could've sworn he saw a splotch of red and black from a cap that he knew all too well...

He quickly shook his head. No, it was probably only his imagination. N leaned back on the bench, pulling the cone away for him to bite in. He had only just arrived back to the region, and he hadn't made any plans to meet up with his male friend. To be honest, the thought hadn't hit him yet; the one in which he made the effort to reconnect with his acquaintances. Perhaps he was...scared? No, no, that wasn't it...

And as a bunch of hypothesis popped into the man's mind, he didn't notice that the splotch of red and black was real.