#reckless-reverberations

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[rememberingruins]

This blog ((And avalanchewarning if you'd like, but this one mainly))

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Do I Follow Them?: Yes, obviously!

Why Did I Follow Them?: Uh... Because I am a trash friend who dragged you into roleplaying after me... >.> Also you’re my best friend!

Do We Role Play?: Yes. Frequently. In fact, if anyone is to say that I am biased towards anyone, it had better be towards this one, otherwise you aren’t paying any damn attention!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: NO OBVIOUSLY HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING THEY’RE SOOOOO TERRIBLE!! Heh. But seriously, I already roleplay with them, there’s no stopping it, but I honestly enjoy the interaction. I do roleplay with them because I want to.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Uh... For this blog... Uh... I don’t know... Where with the past blogs I have responded this question to, these two blogs haven’t had to deal with Giovanni being a real jackass, so maybe the verse where Giovanni returns to Team Rocket? It might also be nice to see him interact with them when he was kinder, so maybe when he was a Gym Leader... OH! How about them talking to a teenage Giovanni who wasn’t a criminal! Actually... Maybe just a kid Giovanni before he had to go back home? That would be nice. OH I KNOW! Childhood friends AU! Giovanni growing up with Ia! Also, for some reason, I’m also now imagining an AU where Giovanni died and is now a ghost...

A Song For Our Muses: Uh... Songs that I haven’t already shared with you...? Well... Fuck... I don't have anything... Well... How about for Giovanni and Rosa Dunce by Aurelio Voltaire (I just feel like Gio'll do something dumb by the PWT's end.) and for Ia, maybe This too Shall Pass by Danny Schmidt? Though for Ia, Swing Life Away almost fits the two of them... Though it fits a lot better for Jori and Ia. Just saying... For Jori, I thought of two songs just off the top of my head: How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty and You're Making it Come Alive by My Favorite Highway. Though for Giovanni and Ia I was considering The Flood by Enter the Haggis, since Jori is just too scared to be any part of that song.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: With Giovanni... Er... Sorry, no, not really. They’re both a bit too young for him... You made me ship Cynthia and Giovanni, but yeah... Rosa is waaaaay too young, and Ia... that relationship is very destructive. They should not be shipped. I would be for Ia and Jori though... Maybe.

What I Think About The Mun: YOU’RE THE MOST TERRIBLE HOW DARE YOU! Hah. No not really. Just saying, the mun is my best friend IRL. I wuuuuv you~ There’s no avoiding it. We’re BFFs!

Overall Opinion: Bae. You are a wonderful perfect bae. And now I should go to bed so the both of us can torment the highschool kiddos!

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[rememberingruins]

Foregone conclusions - Rosa and Giovanni

Standing in the antechamber, he listened to the sound of crowds cheering, eager to see the next match. It had been a long time since he had been at an official Pokemon League venue, especially one of this size and scale. Trainers from all across the world were to attend this Tournament, even some from his own home in the Kanto region. He was only happy to represent his region in this tournament, even if others in the league he was formerly part of disagreed in letting him participate.

When he was invited, they guaranteed that he would have a spot in the Kanto Leaders, World Leaders, and Type Master Tournaments. However he wasn’t so eager to simply take his position without question. Whether it was out of a sense of pride, out of a desire to prove himself to his peers, or out of some feeling of spite when others from the Kanto region said that he shouldn’t be allowed to participate, he chose instead to start from the bottom. He had chosen to earn his place in these tournaments by starting at the lowest level tournament and working his way through them, towards his formerly preassigned role, even if it meant proving that he was the strongest Pokemon trainer in the world by doing so. He almost wished that he hadn’t told the press that, as before each of his matches, the announcer would introduce him by such a title, the, “Self-proclaimed strongest trainer in the world.” Not that it was an inaccurate statement. To him it just seemed a bit childish to have to be a self-proclaimed anything. If he was going to be the strongest trainer in the world, he was going to prove it.

The first few rounds had been easy, though he did find it somewhat interesting to see what kind of trainers Unova was producing these days, and to see what kind of Pokemon they sported. However, he knew that even a level cap of any kind would not have helped them in this battle. He didn’t see it as any kind of surprise for him to have made it to the final round. He hadn’t even bothered to change his party since arriving to the Tournament, he was so certain that he would win. For now he decided to simply enjoy himself, maybe teach these Unovan trainers a thing or two before he would bring out his real competitors in the far more difficult future tournaments.

He had to admit, it was exhilarating to be in a competition like this again. The crowd drowning out his thoughts with frenzied cheers. The audience eager to see blood, though he knew that they would never admit to it.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium, lulling the vocal crowd, an excited buzz still present in the arena. “In the blue corner, we have a trainer hailing from Unova’s very own Aspertia City, a newcomer who shows a lot of promise as a trainer... Rosa!” As the crowd began to roar with excitement, Giovanni examined the approaching trainer calmly, pensively, trying to evaluate his new opponent. She couldn’t have been older than 16, still a child in his eyes, but from what he had seen of her in the previous rounds she was not too bad of a trainer. A bit unrefined, but not terrible.

“And in the red corner, we have a real treat for you tonight folks,” the announcer’s voice boomed, “All the way from the Kanto Region’s Viridian City, once famed for being the region’s most powerful Gym Leader, and now the self-proclaimed world’s strongest trainer, we have... Giovanni!” That was his signal. Stepping forward, Giovanni was careful to restrain himself from showing any emotion or thought. He didn’t want to give his future opponents any tells about how he was going to be facing them.

Silently, he stepped into the center of the ring where his opponent was waiting for him, and held out his hand to give her a standard sportsman handshake. But as she took his hand, he looked her in the eye. “Good luck. You’ll be needing it.”