young king, remastered.

give it tou-ya boy aha

[toubro]

"Trick or treat!" Someone that looks exactly like Cheren, but acts ever so slightly unlike him, suddenly shows up in front of Touya. Who is that?

          cher, are you not on your grindset today? prime halloween candy allocation comes 3-5 days after halloween, i'd never by candy 'til then.  honestly...

[toubro]

chercept·:

wait, hold on a second! why are you bringing up my voice? i thought my role was producer and/or writer, not be on the screen! 

[ his face and the tips of his ears heat up from the compliments, and him adjusting his tie doesn’t make him feel better at all! ]

you’re on your own and you’ll do just fine. 

[  okay, okay.  he nods, raising his arms in a halfhearted shrug, letting that idea fall off into a laugh. ]

      aright, i got it.  on my own.  that’s alright.  we can always have some witty banter from behind the camera...  or something.  who cares, y’know?  anything i do with you is gonna be fun, cher. 

[toubro]

hi

hey bro

[toubro]

this is a little indie(priv?) rp blog for touya, post bw2. i rped in pokemon a long time ago and came back recently, so im just here to fuck around and have fun with some pals.  promo me?

[toubro]

chercept·:

hm… an interview isn’t a bad idea. i’m sure people would want to see what a champion would like to say. 

[ he knows he would as a kid, so it only makes sense that others would too. ]

what would you ask them? or… [ his gears in his mind are already turning, and he’s not sure if it’s a good or bad thing just yet. ] should i make up questions? 

[  oh!  he taps his fist against his palm, as if suddenly hit by inspiration on all sides. ]  right.  riiiiight.  you’re a teacher!  you’re pretty good at speaking--you got that smooth, buttery voice...  you’d make a great radio or podcast host.         plus, you’re like, pretty hot, so you could do on-cam stuff, too.  right?  maybe you should have your own little show.  we both could.

        you and me.  like dj mary and whitney.  but without boobs.  ( unless? )

[chercept]

                           IF YOU DON’T STAND FOR SOMETHING,                               HOW CAN YOU EVER STAND AT ALL?

[toubro]

chercept·:

now how should i know who you have and haven’t met? honestly…

[ he lets his hands fall to his side, one tucked into his pocket. ]

rosa’s a nice girl, so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem if you wanted to talk to her… [ he pauses. ] but wait, are you asking to borrow her pokemon for this thing? 

[  something in the way he shifts is a little amusing - a little charming, even, and the familiarity is enough to raise his mood a tad more.  turning a grin, touya puts a weight on his right leg, mirroring the hand in pocket stance as well. ]

      yeah, yeah, i mean, if she wants to.  i’ve always wanted to, like, interview or vlog with some of the other champions, yanno?  i wanna market myself.  i mean---

      i dunno if i even still count as one of those, though.  hahaha!  guess i’ll see!

[toubro]

chercept·:

        [ oh, cheren’s very aware of how much time that he has on his hands. cheren’s much more busy in comparison, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t help touya with whatever this is. it wouldn’t be too much of a trainwreck if he has a hand in the writing, so it only makes sense to want to slot himself in if touya was serious. ]

       then it’ll be fine if you’re serious about it. [ he lifts a hand for a handshake, wanting to cement the deal. ] 

       don’t make me do all of the work.

[  smiling broadly, he takes the hand of his old friend; then takes both their hands in another hand, rigorously shaking it, as if the excitement were going to flow straight out of him and into cheren’s hands (unlikely, though). ]

       it’ll be fun, man.  not like when i tried to put you on a keyboard when we were kids.  i mean, you’re clearly a bass guy, after all...  and i actually know how to do stuff like this, anyway!

        ---now i just gotta get in touch with the other champions!  alright!!  should maybe start with iris, right?  or ro--                                                             have i met rosa?  can’t remember...

[toubro]

chercept·:

[ somehow he didn’t think he would get an answer, but all of these options he throws up - - 

he ignores the broke comment (for now), but huh. producer, writer… these aren’t half bad. co-host though, he’s not sure if that’s something for him. maybe he could grab bel for his replacement if this turns out to be a little more than half-baked? ]

producer or writer, maybe. co-hosting isn’t exactly my thing. well, this is only if you’re serious about whatever this is. i’m not joining if it’s something that’s going that’s just some daydream.

      aw, c’mon, man.  [  he throws his hands up, jacket beginning to sag off his shoulders, confidence painted over his demeanor. ]  you know i got nothing better to do lately.  why wouldn’t i just...  uh...

      ...okay.  regardless.   i’m gonna try this time.  okay?  mr. producer?  ...writer?  it’s not gonna be like last time.  [  or the time before that, or the month after that, or... ] you could use a break.  with your good pal.  who has money.  okay? [ get into the grindset, cheren. ]

[toubro]

chercept·:

i thought this was your operation? why would i come up with ideas for your ghost show?

[ a sigh leaves him as his hand finally lifts to his hand, raking his fingers to smooth out the messed up threads. ] 

plus, what would i get out of this?

[ ...shifts his hands into pockets, head cocked aside and looking him over, furrowed brows. mm. ]

        ...what do you get?  i mean, whaddya want... be my co-host?  [ cranes his neck, stretching a curious hand over his chin. ]  producer?  writer?  ...i know you’re not gonna be my sponsor, since you’re broke.  oh!  but i’m not.  i guess i could pay you, or, something like that, yeah?  [ ahahaha-- ]

[toubro]

chercept·:

wait. wait, hold on.

[ he pulls away from touya’s side, taking one step forward before he turns around to look at him. his hair’s slightly a mess from where touya mussed it up a few moments ago, but he doesn’t think to fix it. not now anyway. ] 

are you admitting that you’re plagiarizing this idea? at least if you’re going to go with something like this, use your own idea, touya. people aren’t stupid - they’ll know if you take something.

     ---no!  no, c’mon, man, it was a joke!                          there’s so many ghost hunting shows!! how can you even plagiarize a genre?!

[  even slightly exasperated, he runs a hand into his hair, briefly lifting his hat in the process, as if ruffling through the matted side is gonna calm him, in a way.  is he uncalm, though?  no, it’s just that look of disapproval in cher’s eyes that really hits hard. ]         what’s an original idea for somethin’ like this, huh?   help me spit some ideas, you’re the smart guy.

[toubro]

sorry for my cringe layout ill fix it soon (maybe)

[toubro]

chercept·:

why do i feel like i’m being pulled into this somehow?

[ the words come out as a grumble, a mild complaint that doesn’t seem too bothered. ]

please tell me this is just some wild fancy. it’ll be like always where you talk out your ass, and then it’ll be complete smoke in just a few hours. [ he looks to touya out the corner of his eye, wondering if his hair will end up staticy with that little bit of ‘thoughtful’ friction. ]

how would you even think about getting that charizard or dragonite anyway? …and what would you try to make them do? 

[  what do you mean, cheren?  you’re already pulled into this. ]

      so here’s the synopsis i’m thinking -- [  he pulls some valuable information up on his phone, namely some referential images of the pokemon in question.  yep, those are some big guys. ]  they’re pretty intimidating, yeah?  well known, probably hard to scare...                then there’s minccino, deceptively fearless... don’t they call that a foil?  anyway--wouldn’t people find it interesting to get some unexpected reactions from the pokemon they know t’be big and strong?  i feel like that’s prime television.  and if you do it on poketube, people who don’t watch tv anymore won’t know i stole the idea.  and i’m funnier than them.  genius.

[toubro]

chercept·:

fund that career on that? a few likes from what i’ve seen? do you really thing that’s going to work.

[ tiktok? hell if he knew how it actually worked, but that seems something that’d get touya going. ]

i don’t know what you have in mind for this ‘ghost hunters’ gimmick, but i’m not going to lend you my pokemon. ugh, i don’t need my students somehow finding it and then asking me the next morning. 

[  he sighs, overly exasperated, as if every bit of air needed to escape his body at once; and clocks his head against the side of cheren’s, thoughtfully rubbing their heads together - as if trying to get him to think alongside him.  be honest, is it working? ]

         ---yeah, i gueeeeess i’d need a good xlr mic... one small ‘nough to fit a little guy like her...  it’s a work in progress.  [ mmm, ]  still, though.  your kids would love it like they love you.  we could get celebrity guests...                         yeah... like leon’s charizard... or lance’s dragonites.  thoughts?

[toubro]

chercept·:

[ well, there goes the sentence he was reading. all he sees is a phone, but he doesn’t have much of a chance to look at touya’s face because he feels his weight next to him. ]

are you really going to start a career doing something so… online? you know stuff like that isn’t stable. 

also, on castelia trash? [ an eyebrow raises. ] 

i’m not going to let you do that. 

    no, man, you don’t get it... what’s the point ‘n minccino being so cute when there’s not a bunch a people to witness it?  i’d be willing to fund that career.  she deserves it. [  a hint of honestly in his eyes when he says that, yet a breaking smile that quickly follows, ruining the tone of the joke entirely.  is he joking, though?  i mean... ]

             okay.  what about a ghost hunters’ gimmick?  i think normal types ‘r gonna be good for that.  oh!  your gym’s normal type...  yeah, i might need’a borrow some guys.

[toubro]

    ---bro, cher, check this shit out.  [  waving his phone in front of his old friend's face, he leans, a bounce from his heels, an arm around the shoulder, looking a little too pleased with... a few extra likes on his social media videos.  tiktok?  aha. ]

the kids love me... i gotta quit my job, now. can i live on castelia trash for a while? they kinda throw stuff out early, anyway.