#midorilegend

[cruentu-s]

closed with @midorilegend​

「 ❄  It’d been just over a year since the championship. 

To Red’s unbridled horror, as he browsed the metal rack newsstands at the front of the Poké Mart, publications in Kanto still had his face plastered all over them- the same few photos over and over as a younger self buried his face in the collar of his coat in glossy full colour. Red dared not spare a glance at any of the headlines lest his last crumbles of self esteem perish into the night, but missing was blazoned over and over in dark, bold letters. In response, he pulled his knitted black toque further down his head, letting it rest just barely above his eyebrows while his unseasonably heavy jacket remained zipped above his chin.

There’s gotta be something else to talk about.

Whether Red liked it or not, trips to the Poke Mart were still essential. Ice heals had become something he basically couldn’t live without- the tips of his third and fourth finger on his left hand irreparably nail-less and dark from naïve frostbite, and he decided he would never have less than five on hand ever again. Berries, too, to keep his Pikachu chubby and fed in such difficult conditions. If battling in gyms was a challenge- the new and unexpected arena of the summit of Mount Silver had not been kind to he or his team.

Frustrated by the thought, he bundled a few ice heals and a bag of chips into his arms, plopping them on the front counter with an unceremonious tumble. He’d be able to go back- go home soon- just one last quick stop–

“Did you find everything you need okay?” The cashier asked, obliviously cheerful.

… Red was quick to shake no, averting his eyes. Anything to keep discreet. Thankfully, that was easy with strangers- His hair was long now, cheekbones high and tight and stripped of any recognizable boyish softness. Reaching behind him, Red grabbed his small weather-beaten wallet from his back pocket, fishing through some change to dump on the counter. The coins clanged loudly, and he winced as the six or seven other individuals in the store turned to find the source.

The multiple pairs of eyes burned hard into the back of his neck and he cringed. Hard. And continued to carefully count, even after he heard the soft ding of the front door opening. Just pay and go.

[iruludavare]

"Listen, I'm not saying I worried about the idiot... I-It's just one of those fleeting thoughts, y'know? I know Red's alright and all, but look, I just..." Completely unaware that he's RAMBLING by this point. ( midorilegend uvu )

@midorilegend

     Oh, the smile that has crept onto pale lips as seconds of talking about a certain trainer turned into a few minutes of venting frustration, and then into a lengthy rant-- complete with so much denial, Serena would wager someone tumbling down a hill would not fall over themselves half as much as he has. It is a gentle sort, but undeniably knowing. And the gaze she directs into her mug-- at her second tea throughout the ordeal-- is just as kind and understanding. If only Green could hear himself. Or maybe he does, but is so deep in his own rejection of a certain idea that he feels the need to make an amendment his words. And then another on top of that.      And a third, just for good measure.

          “You just want to make sure he is not doing ‘something stupid’, right?”

     ‘Fleeting thought’. Ha-- she wonders how long a lasting thought persists in his mind, then. Her attention moves to temporarily rest on Green’s features. Just to see if her words have hit the right mark, without need to point out the obvious. That, despite his insistence, he does worry about Red. His wellbeing is a pressing thought that occasionally weighs upon his shoulders. But their friendship-- their whole history-- is a complicated one, or so Serena wagers, having heard fragments from both sides of the story.      What a tragic clash of pride and stubbornness.

           “...I have a radio I use to check up on him, sometimes. I could let you know what he tells me. That way, you know he is okay... but no-one will suspect that you’re ‘worried’ about him.”

[227th]

@midorilegend​​ liked for a STARTER —— !

❝ your eevee’s real well taken CARE of, huh? i can tell! ❞ the words all but left him in a rush —— a touch of genuine enthusiasm lighting up chestnut gaze. ❝ do you feed her a special diet, by chance? or have a particular grooming routine? ❞ victor seemed to catch himself a moment later, color flooding his face. he looked away      ( too quickly for the gesture to be natural ) and faked a COUGH. what a wonderful way to greet someone —— totally didn’t make him seem like a weirdo with no concept of boundaries.

❝ uh, sorry! ❞ a nervous laugh. ❝ got a little ahead of myself there. makes me HAPPY to see pokemon being looked after well, that’s all. ❞

[rebornbythunder]

||Snow Warning|| [CLOSED]

@midorilegend

How long had it been? Years, it thinks, humming low static through the young man’s skull, pressure just behind the eyes. Years alone on this mountain, with no contact whatsoever with the world below. Years in isolation, in training. A promise to better himself, to purify himself of his sins, for how he harmed others. That was the initial goal, wasnt it?

This was right, it thinks, its thick slush warmth making the trainer’s blood heavy in his veins. Keeping him warm. Keeping him alive. In a sense. Right to be alone up here, above everyone else. He was a champion right? Meant to stand above, looking down. Meant to be alone. He was better. He had become better, because of it.

Wind howled at his ears, long numb in both sense and sound, too cold with nothing to hear but the ever present wind. The wind always blew at the summit, only silent inside his little hideaway, an ice cave where he first set up camp, all those years ago. A foothold in the hostile environment, a promise of comfort, and warmth He had been avoiding the cavern for a few hours since he woke, rising with the sun like he always had. Like he always would.

That morning, the sky had been clear, a rarity for the area. Sun had come down, warmed he and his team’s bodies with its welcomed rays. His head was clear, unburdened just momentarily by the static that fogged his mind and clouded his vision. But that was before the storm rolled in. Now, snow had begun to fall, thick and heavy, sticking on the path and burying grasses that grew tall around him. It was so cold.

As it should be, it insisted. Red couldn’t find it in him to protest. Protest what? After all, this was right. This is where he belonged. This was right. He could never go back down.

Not after this. It’s too late.

Red conserved energy by staying mostly still when he sat out in the blizzards, staring straight ahead down to where he came from. To where he didn’t belong. But when he moved, as he did now, slowly trudging his way towards a rock upon which his dearest partner sat, it was a paridoxical sight. His movements, while slow, seemed effortless, like a puppet on a string, too fluid for the young man clearly so emaciated that movement of any sort should be nigh impossible. Except in his hands.

His hands were stiff, and struggled to move, with none of the fluidity that previously allowed him to communicate through signing. The edge of one hand even looking blackened, dying. The other already was down a diget, the marks of a crude tool evident in the twisting flesh at the knuckle of that ring finger.

Red eventually pulled himself up onto the little rock platform, to settle in beside his silent partner. One ear stood tall in greeting, while the other... hung limp, dripping. Gnawed on. The little Pokémon stood, balancing with the help of his ice burnt tail, keeping weight off a mangled right leg. With a hint of softness, the man pet Pikachu’s head, crimson crystals hanging in the fur.

Then came a sound.

Slowly the two turned their heads, facing towards its source. Swallowed by the whipping winds, but barely audible, was the soft crunch, crunch, crunch, of footsteps. And they were coming closer.

Red sat, frozen to the spot, waiting.

[executive-geneticist]

Two Birds, One Stone

// A closed starter for @midorilegend //

-After leaving Kanto, Archer’s business there had largely concluded. He no longer maintained ties with the Game Corner (despite his lip-service to the contrary), he cut off all contact with Silph Co; everything that might have once tied him to the region was no longer applicable. It meant that he rarely showed interest in keeping up with current events there and when he did, he tried to keep it as far from anything that might be associated with Rocket’s former reign there as possible.

-One very exclusive exception to this was the status of the new Viridian City Gym Leader, particularly when it was announced that the grandson of Professor Samuel Oak would take Giovanni’s place. It was an intensely curious turn of events, that the ‘best friend’ of the boy who’d brought Rocket down (not to mention that he was formerly Champion of Kanto) was chosen. Archer couldn’t help but wonder whether nepotism played a role in the selection or if it was more of a ‘consolation prize’ than anything else. He’d followed the news leading up to and following the selection very closely, curious if anyone formerly associated with Rocket would end up taking the man’s place.

-So it was with more than a little surprise when Archer happened upon the brunet in Goldenrod City of all places. At first, he was convinced he was imagining things, but the longer he followed the spiky-haired boy, the more he began to confirm his thoughts that this was in fact the newest Kantonese gym leader. Careful to weave his way through the pedestrians on the sidewalk, Archer made his approach and, without really giving much thought to the action, tapped the boy on the shoulder.-

Excuse me, I don’t mean to pry, but... aren’t you Green, of the Viridian City Gym?

[theotherredeyedmaster]

@midorilegend​: “If you don’t quit it I’m going to go fuck your brother.”

That does it.

Fire does quit threatening. He puts the knife down, which is honestly more than Green deserves, but Fire is nothing if not accommodating of his dear old friends.

He does quit threatening...

He punches Green right in the face instead.

[poppyluck]

Azure sky dotted with fluffy white clouds Poppy had once more glanced at her smartphone to double check the weather. A store was in the forecast, but it was slow moving and there was not a trace of one that could be seen. Slightly hesitant, it took time to convince herself all would be fine on her trek today which made her just a little late in getting to the densely packed Winding Woods of Kalos. Losing a bit of light, she had to make up for the lost time which meant being a bit faster and, in her case, being a little less cautious. This eventually led her to taking note of another person in the forest while fast walking and heading straight into a tree.

     “Guh,” the sound she made as she collided with the thick three. Nose and head taking the brunt of it, both were now red as she pulled herself away, her left hand coming up and rubbing her nose slightly before making her way to her forehead. Internally, she hoped the other person in the forest had not seen her moment and glanced their way only to see them staring back at her. Pride already deteriorating she raised her other hand up, giving a light wave. “H-hello,” almost whispering to them. Maybe, if she ran, they would just forget what they had seen?

@midorilegend​

[cruentu-s]

Closed with @midorilegend​

「 ❄   He’s never been good at entrances. Nor patience. He’s actually pretty awful at both- that’s why this particular arrival is less than surprising. With an unceremonious elbow into the door, Red made a beeline for the back of the Viridian Gym, disregarding any poor trainers that watched after him, incredulously. Is that--

 Moments of inspiration were often fleeting for Red- especially, these days, the need to travel, and with mountain chapped lips and his least dirty pair of jeans, he planted himself in front of Green’s office door.

Knock knock knock.

“Hey. Hey. Heeeey. Wanna go to Galar. Cause I do. Super bad. And we could leave, like. Right now. Or are you working. Regardless. Aren’t you the boss.”