#the devil coordinator

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memorylost replied to your post “30: Zubat, Woobat, or Noibat?”

it's either one of 'em or none of 'em!!!!

“Nooo!! Leave me be!! I shall not heed your outrageous demands!!!”

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An Umbreon...

Some people have all the luck...

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In the pokemon verse, does rei care about "aesthetic" in attacks? I forgot how they're called but there were such shows where instead of fighting each other they used their attacks to create some choreography

ask me questions about a verse!ask anything and everything you want to know!!

- (( They’re called ‘Coordinators’~

- (( And yes, Rei actually does care about the ‘aesthetic’. Oftentimes, he uses the Gothic horror/visual kei rocker theme, and puts his Gengar as the center.

- (( Saying that, it gives him a big challenge if he’s going to use the likes of Skitty or Milotic in one show.

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anomieheld replied to your post: “Consider that a wild Pokemon does want to go with...

“ Won’t there be risks someone else captures it if your ‘friend’ don’t ?”

“Yes, I know there’s that possibility, but...”

“Since the Pokemon is already willing to come with you, can you not just...let it push the button on the Pokeball or something similar to that effect? Why throw the ball at its face still?”

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@madamhatter || from here

toneofdarkness inquired: "Here; have some of Banoffee’s invention.“ Rei slides a plate containing a large serving of sweet banana s'more curry. The little green monkey clinging onto his shoulder looks like she wants to eat it herself. UNPROMPTED ASK | ALWAYS WELCOMED ! | @toneofdarkness

  Damn that adorable face. That adorable, green fuzzy face. Meepishly seated with her face paling, the swish of a plate passed her face only sent a shiver down her spine. Properly, both of her hands lay and fold on top of her lap as her shoulder slumps. A thin-lipped, tight smile grows on her face as her gaze holds over the vampire’s face. Genially and politely, Sophie ponders, how may I stomach this without retching? And if I were to do the unfortunate – which tends to happen –, should I pettily aim in his direction?

  “Wonderful.” Cold, sweaty palms rub against another, hidden underneath the table, and her attention returns to the plate. With an unconfident yet committed sigh, her shoulders slump downward as her right-hand hovers over the spoon. She slowly raises the spoon, eyes squinting at the heaping mess of gooey melted marshmallow, splattered chocolate syrup, and soggy banana pieces.

   To reconcile with the thought of impending death, from what she remembered reading in her father’s pamphlets, was that you would relive every terrible wretched yet blissfully jubilant memory in your lifetime. She wonders what father saw as he slowly succumbed to his ailment. She wonders what her mother saw too while ill in bed, unable to hold her second born. What would she see?

   The image in her head, clearer than rain, is a rambunctious blonde of six rushing around the kitchen, throwing whatever she finds colorful and pretty. Slap on whatever looks nice and she stuffs a spoon into the pockets of her overalls, running with her hands full and face full of grins.

     Brunette, frail, sitting on the workbench, hunching over the wooden top with her fingers pulling through her hair. Littered pink work slips and white receipts surround her, unfinished work only accompanies her. Her fingers and her forearms are plastered with thin bandaids, newly healing cuts still fresh and haven’t turned white yet, and some of the bandaids couldn’t even hide the thick, janky marks.

    SMACK! The brunette jumps in her stool, nearing toppling over. Yet, as she turns her head, a beaming sun of a smile greets her. The little girl points proudly to her off-center ponytail, mentioning that it was her own handiwork, along with the fully served plate. A spoon is slowly slid across the table, in front of the older girl, as was the plate.

 Sophie’s spoon prods the concoction that one may dare label ‘edible’   and she, with a jittery hand, scoops up a healthy amount of poison. Staring death in its eyes in the shiny, reflection in her silverware, Sophie forces a gulp and shoves the spoon in her mouth. Too sweet, too sweet, too sweet–  Her teeth ache, her stomach knots, and she’s going to—

  Raising her hand, politely pardoning herself, she turns her cheek as her lips draw into her mouth. She refuses to flinch in this moment of weakness, to give herself away. It wouldn’t be fair to Banoffee’s endeavors as an amateur Pokemon chef. Wait, is that even possible? Sophie blinks hard, reconsidering how her own brain functions. She turns back to face the plate.

  Once forceful swallow down, the Hatter immediately retires the spoon and nods her head. “Done,” she whispers, barely audible to most everyone but she again forces a smile. “Banoffee’s tastes are quite interesting, aren’t they?”She reaches for the napkin on her lap, cleaning the corners of her lips, and almost considers drying the corner of her eyes. Though, as she puts down the napkin, her hands hovers in front of her…to reach for another spoon.

  Another stab into the dessert curry and Sophie acquires a spoonful of disaster. Her eyes slowly meet Rei’s as she calmly pushes her chair back and raises to her feet. Quietly, she walks to where he stands. Sophie hovers the spoon over Rei’s mouth, copper eyes staring down ruby eyes.

  “As the trainer to such a talented Pokemon and her palette, why don’t you try it? What’s a better accomplishment for a Pokemon than seeing their trainer happy with their work? Go on.”

  If she was going to die of a toothache, so shall he. One wrong move with his mouth and it’s a spoonful of sugar for him.

Getting a Pokemon is like a lottery; you’d never know what you’re going to get until you’re living with said critter. In Rei’s case, he just had to get a Grookey with a massive sweet tooth. Not that he hadn’t taken care of Pokemon with a preference for sweet flavors before, but Banoffee is an entirely new level.

Letting the little monkey decide what to have for lunch was a mistake, but she had developed an interest in cooking, and Rei didn’t have the heart to refuse her. How can he when the Grookey would jump onto his head and thwack him with her stick until he agrees?

The result was tooth-numbing, so to speak. After one bite of the sweet banana s’more curry, Rei didn’t want to touch a jar of sugar again for a long time...

However, Banoffee was delighted with the results of her cooking, so much that she’d insisted on having others share in the gooey dish. The first victim---lucky person was Sophie. Because she’s a good friend of her Trainer.

Watching Sophie’s reaction to one spoonful was something to behold though.

Rei had to hold in his laugh when Sophie’s expression was like one who’d just swallowed a bottleful of poison, despite him having the same reaction earlier. “She sure does, huh?” Rei could only smile, lips quivering as he fought against the urge to laugh.

But then, Rei had to raise his hand, gesturing to push away that offered spoonful away from his mouth. It was clear that Sophie wanted revenge; she must’ve thought that he had a hand in this ‘prank’.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Sophie, but she already made me eat it.” Rei made a face to reflect the previous suffering he had to endure. “Come on; are you really going to disappoint the little...chef?”

Banoffee didn’t seem to catch the atmosphere in the room, and was bouncing up and down happily on Rei’s shoulder, thinking that Sophie liked her cooking too. She’s just urging her to ‘Try it, try it!’

Heavens help them all.

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[*staring at his new 6′11″ grass gorilla*]

“...My...Aren’t you a tall one...”

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Pokemon Teams

- for battles or otherwise

Rei: - Pokemon Coordinator, he insists that he is not a Pokemon Ranger, despite doing Ranger-like things.

*Not pictured: Crobat  //  Pangoro  //  Talonflame

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Kaoru: - assistant marine biologist who’s also being hounded to ditch his studies and become a model/Pokemon Coordinator instead - he doesn’t like that; now, shoo shooo!

Note: all of his Pokemon are girls, for some reason.

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Keito: - tired desk-worker who worries about his foolhardy (and sickly) childhood friend a lot - he just wants to draw comics, okay?

*Not pictured: Noctowl  //  Dragonite  //  Skitty

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Eichi: - the aforementioned foolhardy (and sickly) childhood friend of Keito

- holds the rank of ‘Duke’ at the Battle Chateau

- the Clefable and the Polteageist are the emotional support members of his Battle Chateau team; it’s the latter four you should be worrying about

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Hajime: - a young boy who had to drop out of his journey to work at an orchard/farm to help support his family

- three of these are gifts from his close friends *Not pictured: Comfey  //  Togekiss

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Midori: - younger son of the owners of the Takamine orchard/farm - he does not want to become a Pokemon Ranger, but Chiaki’s not listening

*Not pictured: Mareep  //  Wooloo  //  Miltank

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Madara: - wandering menace; sometimes helpful - may or may not be a former Pokemon Ranger

- operates a mobile Pokemon Daycare; seriously

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(( Rei’s Pokemon Trainer Details

started his Pokemon journey at age 10, after seeing Darkrai in a dream; it’s a saying/tradition within the Sakuma clan (of vampires) that Darkrai decides who among the clan’s children gets to go onto the path to become a Pokemon Trainer. - If Darkrai doesn’t visit you until you reach the age of 13, you won’t become one.

He’d attempted to challenge the Pokemon Leagues, but never got very far due to constantly getting distracted by humans and Pokemon in need of help. Now, at age 17-18, Rei’s not won any Leagues, but he’s made a name for himself as a Pokemon Coordinator, and as a Pokemon not-Ranger.

His Starter Pokemon is a male Gastly that followed him home after visiting an abandoned graveyard. He’s transferred to a Luxury Ball after evolving into a Haunter. This is despite the Sakuma clan’s tradition of using Apricorn Pokeballs.

During his travels, Rei finds out that he’s related to a Gym Leader who mains Fairy Types. - It’s his maternal grandmother, whose existence has been completely denied by his own mother (a Dark Type main) to this very day. - As Rei had acquired a Sylveon by evolving an Eevee, his grandmother considers making him the heir to her gym. He hasn’t decided whether or not he wants to yet.

Rei has the uncanny ability to understand and speak the Pokemon language. He can also attract wild Pokemon with his singing. It’s a helpful skill to use for his Pokemon not-Ranger activities.

He buys plenty of ordinary Pokeballs for catching, and housing wild Pokemon. As a result, he has amassed a cache of Premier Balls. - Should his Pokemon want to move to a different ball, he’d buy it for them.

(( more to be added...