How well do we know each other?: We’re both Gym Leaders so it is inevitable that we would meet in League related settings. Overtime, we got to know each other outside of our official duties and… feelings bloomed I guess.
Do you have a pet name for me?: I prefer not to be called using pet names and Morty knows it too. The way he speaks my name in that tender tone of his is enough for me.
Do I have a pet name for you?: As I do not like to be called using pet names, it is logical to assume that I do not have one for him.
Are you attracted to me?: … That is a foolish question. I would not have even considered to fill this out if I wasn’t.
Why do you want to marry me?: Morty… puts up with me. We… complemented each other in a that ‘opposites attract’ sort of way. Based on an old traditional belief, I would say that he is the Blue Oni to my Red Oni. Our attractions are mutual. We both… love each other as opposed of simply being infatuated. He accepts me for who I am and I will learn to accept the true him.
Big wedding or Small wedding?: Due to our traditional upbringings, we both prefer to have a small wedding, surrounded by our community, family and friends.
Do you see children in our future?: … That is a private matter that I do not wish to indulge.
Morty definitely respects Clair, both as an individual and as a Gym Leader. He is always impressed that she chose to train the mighty Dragon types and the fact she’s one of Johto’s strongest Leaders. He secretly harbors a crush on her not just by her looks but by her unexpected soft side (people usually see her tough appearance, him included) that she displayed once. He also secretly hopes that he could manage to win her heart amongst the throng of other possible suitors.
Another morning, another day to find something to keep himself occupied until the next morning, then he could look for something else to do until that day ended. With a long sigh Volkner couldn't urge himself out of his bed, he wasn't lazy or anything it was just... all the luster life had held for him had simply vanished.
It didn't happen overnight, he felt it slowly overtaking him once he had become too strong for his own good. The gym challenges were all too easy and they never switched up their strategies, and every time he asked Cynthia to replace Bertha with him she denied him. With this in mind he took a hiatus from his job as Gym Leader and decided to persue his hobbies in order to see if he could find something that would keep him occupied.
With another yawn Volkner pushed his blankets off his chest in an attempt to make himself get up, it didn't work. He pressed a button on his watch and his face was bathed in a calm red light that read "6:00a", the engineer grunted and sat up, he might as well eat go down and get something to eat...
The dining room was close to empty, only some old people and business men with red eyes. Volkner rubbed his eyes and walked over to the food carts, there was an assortment of food to choose from. However, even food had lost it's taste, he collected some rolls, a banana and pancakes. As he set his plate down he noticed something out of the ordinary, a woman, about his age sat in one of the corners of the room, her hair was beseeched by blue and held in a pony tail. He squinted his eyes and scanned her face, that's when it hit him: she was at the club he DJ'd about a week ago...
...
The music was pumping, it was hot in the room but the beats were hotter. Clusters of body meshed with each other and the lights provided a medley of multicolored people all stomping and swaying with the music. With one hand clasped against his headset and the other scratching some vinyls he was at at his third home, the former being an engineer and the first being an electrician. He loved this, people getting together and dancing to the music he mixed and produced, yes, this is something he loved to do. Life's apathy hadn't taken this away from him.. yet. He spoke into the mic, informing the legion of people that he was going to take a break and some other prominent artist would take over.
He stepped off the stage and slung his headset on a hook, it was time to scope out some of the cuties. Volkner shook his hips left and right and joked around with some of the normies, he encouraged the newbies to dance as well. It had become second nature to know who was new and who had come before, that's why when he saw a cerulean-haired girl standing alone, seemingly confused by all that was going on he would go over and help her make sense of things. They danced together, when he had to do another set he couldn't stop thinking about her. When his last set was over, he tried to look for her in the throngs of people but he couldn't find his ocean-haired beauty. Normally he'd just laugh it off or look forward to the next batch of cuties at his next show but something about this girl had an effect on him...
He felt himself jolt away from his recollections as he realized he had been staring at her. The blonde's cheeks become a little flushed as he realized the girl had seen him staring at her. Did she recognize him? He sighed to himself, he might as well go over and ask, it's not like he'd be in town for long anyways. Volkner picked up his breakfast and labeled toward the woman's table, he set down his food and looked at her.
"Hey there, you're that girl I danced with last week. That was great, what are you doing in a little Podunk like this?"
Oh Arceus, could he be anymore awkward?
He allowed a friendly smile to seep through his lips as he introduced himself.
"I'm Volkner, or rather, maybe you'd recognize me as Electrike Dreams?"
—She isn't afraid to give up her whole life to dedicate her efforts solely on one thing and one thing only.
White: 3 facts about my personality
—He tends to shut people out because of trust issues.—He unintentionally offends people because he speaks without thought most of the time.—Though he may not seem the type to have a warm heart, he can be extremely sweet and romantic once he opens up to someone.
"My parents? Well, they met under certain circumstances that I’m not allowed to tell, I inherited my looks from my mother, they tend to get into petty arguments every now and then and my abilities came from my father’s side of the family. Above all else, I really love them."
Black: 1 fact about the person I like
"Um… s-she handles Dragon-types really well and I r-respect her for that."
[He's shipped with just about every female that looks to be rather close to him].
"Did you hear? Someone glued all the erasers in all the classes on the second floor!"
"Is it the same person who put those fake rubber mice in the girl's changing rooms?"
"Maybe. Who do you think it is though? My money is on that troublemaker in Class 2-A. The one with yellow hair, blue eyes and annoyingly loud. From what I heard..."
Like an unspoken rule, whispers started to fly the moment the bell indicated every student's favorite time of the day; lunch hour. Harried steps left their individual classrooms, eager to fulfill their owner's respective needs. Some wanted to reach the cafeteria before the brunt of the lunch rush hits. Others simply wished to meet up with their friends to woe about overdue projects, the mounds of homework the teacher gave or gossip, like they were doing now.
With a look of utter boredom on his face, Morty quietly closed his locker door, heaving a mute sigh. Silently shuffling through the throngs of students, it was easy being unnoticeable like always. No one really gave a second thought to the quiet blonde kid, which was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, if they initiated the first contact, his more talkative side would come out since there was actually someone that'd listen.
But more often than not, his classmates would only gave him polite smiles, friendly waves and the usual small talk. They never really wanted to spend more time with him, opting to hang out with their own friends. Morty often toyed with the idea of approaching them himself before his own apprehensive nature took over. The blonde often cursed his inability to become more social, though it was expected given his past.
Still, that was the reason why he moved here in the first place. What better way to forget the bad memories of before than creating cherished memories of the present? Despite his best efforts, Morty didn't really have someone he could call a friend. Acquaintances, yes. A true companion, no. The pent up frustration and energy that collected with every failure needed an outlet and that came in the form of pranks.
He always had a mischievous side, something he mostly kept buried. Until now, that is. Given his quiet, polite persona, the student was never within the circle of suspects. He used it to his advantage, planning out more elaborate pranks as time went on. Morty understood that he needed a healthier option of releasing all the negativeness and yet, there was no one that could lend a willing ear without blabbing his exploits to the teacher.
The blonde really wished he could make a friend.
Ten minutes later, Morty arrived at his destination; the school roof. Not a lot of students came up here since they thought it was off limits to them. The teachers simply discouraged them in fear of their safety but in truth, anyone could be up there. The male had found this spot in his second week here and since then, he had been having lunch up here in silence and solitude. No one else ever bothered to make the trip up here.
Well, except for that lone female that sat quietly in the same spot every single time.
