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casaunova replied to your post:Agatha’s Modern Verse
everyone should go trick or treating and old lady Hagatha’s house
And here we see Agatha chasing a bunch of kids down the street with a baseball bat, screaming about how she’s giving them a trick.
They did say ‘trick or treat’ after all...
Agatha’s Modern Verse
Agatha, in the modern world, is quite the lady...In her modern verse she is far more aggressive and self destructive. Agatha lives in a run down neighborhood, in an old apartment building in a cigarette smoke filled room. The only beings that live with her are her countless black cats she keeps.
Agatha is widely known as the crazy cat lady, but is more so known for her angry outbursts when someone dares visit her, which happens often as her Grandson, Lance, comes over to make sure she hasn’t died of lung cancer yet. However, more yelling will ensue due to how much she smokes around the cats and how much the little vegan hates it.
Anyone who has the gal to knock on her door will be face to face with the barrel of a shotgun and a yelled explanation of everything they’ve ruined by knocking on her door.
Souls of the damned? Fine, he would take them. He took all souls, pure and filthy, all came into the arms of the King in the Afterlife. Arceus ruled them all here in this world, but he had dominion over the next and his rule ensured the eternal damnation of souls that rotted while they lived in the Real World.
Of course, he never wished for forced death. Giratina believed in more natural deaths. Let them come when they do, if it was meant to be. Murderers had a special place in the Distortion World and even if this woman meant well, he would eventually judge her for her actions here on this earth, too.
“Is that so? Well, you have my gratitude for what it is worth.” What was done was done, after all. His kingdom grew ever larger and he became less lonely in the other realm as a consequence, but he wondered to what end.
“You have had a long life now…tell me…what becomes of this world right now?”
Wonderful... As “crazy” as people called her, she always knew what the God of the Distortion World wanted, and as his faithful servant she would be happy to provide it. Every life she took went to him, he deserved them all, he deserved the entertainment of watching them suffer. He was the true Lord in her eyes.
What has become of this world, he asked? Well, perhaps, with an explanation, his assistance could be granted.
“What becomes of this world now... ...” With a sigh she rested her hands on her cane. “Humans terrorize the planet, they pollute the land and sea and drive Pokemon out of their native homes to the brink of death without a care in the world... A group that I am apart of seeks to change that.”
“If they can murder, endanger, steal, and exploit without remorse, we will do the same, we will claim their lives, free their Pokemon, demolish their cities. This will be a place for Pokemon... And Pokemon only.”
Oh, she was one of those, he mused to himself. Those with the ability to see beyond the veil, as it were. And most likely one of those fanatics who worshiped him, though he couldn’t even begin to fathom why.
Reaching out, he bade her to lift herself, for while he ruled the dead, it did not mean he had no caring for the living.
“And what gifts be these?” Somehow, he had a feeling he would not enjoy the answer, despite the good intentions behind it. He would not be cross, but neither would he condone it. Giratina was not one for receiving gifts after all.
Agatha glanced up at his gestures and pushed herself up, hearing her back crack as she did so. She was getting too old, but she was sure Arbok wouldn’t mind helping her with it tomorrow morning...
“Why... The souls of the damned, of course. I free them from their fleshy prison and send their souls to you.”
She was all too proud of her sacrifices, even with the rather eccentric group she worked with disliking her practices, she would not let her God down, no, he deserved more... More souls. More death... A world to wipe all human life from!
Well, this was…different. He wasn’t sure if this was spoken out of respect or in mockery, but for the moment the Lord of the Underworld chose to take it as respect and nodded at the old woman in acknowledgement.
“Good morrow, madame. Pray, do I know you? You seem to know who I am.”
“When I was young I was granted the ability to see the dead, even in this form, I can see you for who you truly are...”
Despite how must it would strain her back, she held her cane to her right and bowed to him, being granted such company is a gift, she would be sure to show every ounce of respect she could.
“You are the Lord I have been giving gifts to since I was young.”
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“My lord.”
“So hey hey... This song is for us! So put your hands in the air...
If you’re CRAZY like US!”
By ちみ
“You damn Oaks! Get off my property to you pesky, good for nothing-!”
“Can’t you see the
DEATH IN MY EYES?!”
“…Pfft…”
She blushed. Had she really blushed!? He was expecting her to get mad and try to kill him, but that was the best reaction he could get. He hid his grin behind the dorse of his hand, not covering his mouth completely, but not giggling at her face either. He wasn’t that suicidal yet. As she spoke and lost trail of her words, he just couldn’t help it. She was being cute indeed.
“Hehe…—”
As she picked up the cane, although his grin didn’t fade, his giggling stopped and he quickly covered his head with both arms. Experience said she was gonna hit there until his hair was down for weeks, so it was almost instinctive. He didn’t expect it at his gut. “Ough—”
Well, he had been hurt worse. Better his stomach than his head. He just held it with one hand, more to protect it than to calm the pain, as the other one still covered his head. Just in case. Even if she didn’t look like she would attack again, one could never be sure.
“Not even romantic dinners with Litwicks in this Tower itself?” He dared again, though this time, with a lower tone of voice, softer. He heard Aerodactyl and Dragonite laugh at him inside their Ultraballs.
“Anyway… I have no idea if you were the only one, but when I was a child, he wasn’t married. That’s all I know. He didn’t really talk about himself in deep, and even less about his past.” Well, it made sense now. Just vague musings, faded advices he could have never related to two Pokémon he didn’t even know they existed. Although somehow, he had always suspected Pryce had to have lost someone important. Human or Pokémon, he couldn’t say then.
“Friends or lovers, I don’t give a shit. The thing is you made each other so happy you can’t say it’s not cute. Really, if someday I can see it…”
Maybe he should just say it while he was at it.
“I mean… There is a chance I can see it. I’ve been thinking about Pryce a lot since he got trapped in the Tunnel of Time. I’m… pretty sure he’s not dead.
So perhaps I could do something about it. He once was like a grandfather to me. And I guess both you and me have a lot to ask and say, huh?”
The boy had to have a death wish, anyone else with a brain in their skull would know better than to say such things to her. Perhaps he had gotten a bit cocky, perhaps his own “crimes” had prevented him from seeing how dangerous she could be...
Or perhaps... He knew that she was a bit fond of him.
Her fingers wrapped around her cane as she heard him make one last joke, having half a mind to strike the hand that protected his head, if she struck his knuckles he might get a harsh reminder to mind his words.
“Well, it takes a special kind of woman to deal with him, so I am not surprised to hear that he never wed... If you think my jokes and puns are a pain, boy, you would of heard his.” She would leave it at that. It was because of his horrid jokes. What else could it be? It wasn’t as if he was waiting for someone, in his youth he wasn’t patient in the slightest, so why should he be now?
“It was a friendship, if you deem a normal human relationship “cute” you are going to be easily impressed throughout life. It was meaningful to me... That’s all there is to it.”
Agatha stared at him for a while, bewildered, before she spoke up.
“You want us to go and find Pryce, a man lost in time in the most literal sense, all because you don’t think he’s dead? Lance, how on earth would we even get to him? I understand wanting to snoop into an old woman’s business, but this seems like fantasy.”
Yeah, well, she was right. Somehow he had always figured Agatha had either had no friends, or pushed them all aside as she grew up because they were too stupid (or too weak to handle her). Or she just hated them for one reason or another, like Oak. But he couldn’t help a little, mocky smile. So she had had friends (well, one). Friends (well, a friend) she had worked until exhaustion to help.
“Cute.” He mumbled, aware of the risk of being murdered right there.
“Well, you’re right, though. Dragonite would be yelling at you until you brought him back… I guess those two just didn’t mind resting in peace if it was their time, as you say.” His smile soon became smaller, getting softer. “Somehow, I’m glad it was an accident, though. I mean, it’s still horrible. But at least it’s nature who did it.”
His eyes observed her on the sly, not sure if she was just lost on thought like he was starting to be or still sad. Either ways, she was giving him way too many opportunities to annoy her.
He had done enough opening an old wound there.
“It’s a shame I wasn’t there to see you two, though. I would give my soul to see how your man made the oh-so-angry-and-creepy woman so happy.” If Agatha didn’t kill him right there, he would make sure to, eventually, if he could talk to Celebi, make a stop in those times to watch all the romantic moments and then rub them at Agatha’s face until her death. And beyond. He knew she would be listening.
“I can imagine it… Romantic dinner in the Ice Path with Litwicks instead of normal candles. Only the two of you. And around fifty spirits that wanted to share your love, of course…”
He sighed, sliding away from her, although not getting up. Just keeping some distance between both. Enough for the cane to not reach. (Hopefully.)
“If you couldn’t help, I guess no one could, hm? You were probably the only woman to make him happy…” He chuckled. “Don’t torture yourself over this so many years later.”
Cute?
Did he dare just mutter cute in her presence? Her eyes narrowed at him, deciding that with the last bit of kindness she would pretend that he was clearly talking about Dragonite. Dragonite was cuter than anything having to do with her... Yes, it had to be about Dragonite, for his best interest, it better be about his Pokemon.
“Yes... It was best that it was natures hands that caused it... I can’t imagine how Pryce would of taken it if someone else caused it, or himself, he might of been driven mad under any other circumstances...” Agatha fixed her apron so it rested on her legs evenly. “But if your Pokemon were to fall, and I was still alive... I’d doubt I’d have a problem contacting them.”
From the second he seemed to be plotting something, Agatha’s blood started to boil, those looks, his smirk, it was clear: The boy had a death wish. Agatha’s thin fingers squeezed the top of her cane as she listened to him, teeth gritting more and more with every word he spoke.
“My man?!”
Agatha had attempted to have Pryce fall for other women, direct him to the most popular girl there and encourage him to treat her like he did her... But no, he would make a joke, or play clueless... She never claimed him.
He said he would give his soul to see it. After she was finished with him, his soul would be all that was left!
“He was my friend, you numbskull! He was not a lover or a boyfriend! You!- I!-” She paused with a huff, a red flush covering her face as she tried to organize her thoughts. “It was more than a damn love story your age group fawns over! It was a friendship!”
She paused to sigh, picking up her cane and resting it in her lap. “There were no dates! No romantic candle lit moments! We spent time together as companions!” Her cane was grabbed and swung at his gut. “You imbecile!”
“I hope I am not the only woman who made him happy! Or that’ll be a pretty pathetic life indeed!” She spat, slamming the end of her cane on the ground and turning her head away, perhaps if she didn’t look at him she could calm down.
He stayed quiet for the whole time, silent until Agatha was done talking. So they were indeed friends back when everything started (or ended) for Pryce. A Pokémon who died, a trainer that couldn’t handle it, and a friend who couldn’t help. But she wasn’t to blame. That wasn’t how Lance saw it.
He was quite sure Pryce had seen it too, sooner or later. That he blamed it all in himself. Just like Agatha did.
He couldn’t really remember any single time Agatha had been regretful over something, disappointed with herself. Regretting anything she had done. Quite ironic that the only time (at least, that he knew about), had ended up being about something she hadn’t been able to do.
Quite sad, too.
“You can’t blame yourself over it. It wasn’t in your hands. You did all you could. If Pryce took that path, it was his own choice. Just like no one made us criminals but ourselves.”
As he spoke, he was playing with the cookie in his fingers. All his hunger was gone, even if lately he was always a bit hungry. Still, it was one of Agatha’s cookies. He wouldn’t say no. Absently, he broke it in half and brought part of it to his lips. Yet he didn’t even taste it yet.
“Honestly… If Dragonite died, I can’t assure I wouldn’t do the same.”
But it was different. If Dragonite had died in a battle, in war, he would have probably dealt with it. Painfully. Never getting over it. Yet keeping the same goals in mind. Living for Dragonite. What would happen if Dragonite died now? He had no idea. Because that couldn’t happen, ever. Dragonite had, for sure, to live more than him. Years. Centuries. Lance could barely think otherwise.
He had no idea of how had Pryce been before that. How he had actually been, ever. Even when he knew each other, Lance knew nothing about Pryce. Only after the mess in Johto he started to realize.
“I… Sorry if you don’t want to talk about this. Sorry for telling you. I had no idea you were friends. Yet one last thing…
Could I ask…? How did Glacier die?”
“Of course you didn’t know, boy, how could you? Me? Having friends? I would throw you into an asylum if I heard you speaking such nonsense!”
Some would argue that Lorelei was her friend, or even Lance, but Agatha was an old fashioned woman, Lance and Lorelei were more like her grandchildren, she simply watched over them to make sure they did not kill themselves. Foolish youth.
“... Dragonite would give me less trouble I’m sure, like I said to Pryce, if spirits do not wish to be seen, they wont be, Dragonite strikes me as the type to want you to be at peace... Glacier most likely wanted Pryce to move on with his life... He was so young.”
So young, and so foolish and naive... Looking back at it, he has always been such an old fool. Following her, wasting his time with jokes and puns... All to make the misunderstood girl laugh.
And don’t get her started on what they could of become...
“Glacier died in an avalanche accident... Nobody was to blame... It just... Happened. It was her time.”
She sighed and shook her head, staring down at the cold and cracked flooring of the Pokemon Cemetery, making a mental note to sweep the floor when Lance decided he had enough... The boy would have to leave... Eventually.
Agatha closed her eyes.
“He’s the only man who made me happy... And I couldn’t help him when it mattered.”
remember kids
its only illegal if u get caught
It’s too late
“Angry at you. I regret that I believed in you. This magic now I will use To take back whats MINE
I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
mechafights:
[ Silver can sense a definite note of fakeness in her smile ( it’s difficult not to when the very individual Silver is most tied to emotionally may as well be a professional con artist ), but cannot help ever-so-faintly respecting her ability to manage such a thing at all AND in a way that seems believeable enough for the average observer to readily buy into–read: the average observer, something Silver clearly isn’t–at that. A finger thoughtfully slides beneath their chin in that observant manner of theirs for a split-second while voids lock upon the elder in a way that’s too sharp, –too intense for any human-being before a response comes. ]
—–It is quite surprising that someone of your caliber requires assistance for such a t r i v i a l task, but I suppose that I could do so as compensation of sorts regardless.
As soon as she got a good look at him her smile disappeared and was replaced with her usual sinister look. Was he the only one who had that hair cut? Seemingly so. Yet again her plans were ruined by a child, but this time she couldn’t blame Lance for it.
“Now Silver, here I thought you were someone else. Must you come and ruin my fun? I can’t kill you, the other redhead would pitch a fit.”
Lance, Bruno, and Lorelei may have gone on to live normal lives, but Agatha simply wasn’t content with letting the human race continue with such peace, they didn’t deserve it.
“I don’t need your help with my groceries. I am not that infirm.” She said with a huff.
