thud thud thud

hey! the name's barry and you better not mess around with me if you know what's good for you, 'cause i'm the toughest trainer in sinnoh!

[date-a-nate]

Oh boy, Nate was sure in trouble now! His opponent had the advantage AND was using a strong STAB move AND was invulnerable to further attacks. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Nate made a critical mistake right off the bat and there was no saving it now! Unless Fly somehow missed, but that was highly unlikely. ‘He really is gonna make me eat my words isn’t he?!' he thought to himself. 'Well…I hope they taste good…’

"Lucario, charge another Aura Sphere! …Not that it even matters at this point." 

As expected, Lucario didn’t hit. He looked up in the sky at the Staraptor just waiting to go in for the kill. Just waiting. He was hoping it wouldn’t be a knock out. Just then he might have a chance. A small chance. Probably not enough to win. Well shit fuck.

[varrybarry-blog]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw3RiRUA29k

Barry watches with a wide smile as Staraptor just GOES FOR IT. HE IS GOING IN HEAD FIRST, and the air practically ripples in waves around the fowl. Amazing. It dives into Lucario and the blond can be heard making a ruckus, jumping up and down in victory, behind the fading orchestral music that always accompanies a battle.

"Hah! Nailed it!" Placing his hands on his hips as Staraptor landed on its talons with perfectly coiffed feathers, Barry lifts his chin proudly.

"So! How do your words taste, huh?! I told you!"

[mrnofairy-blog]

Drunk & Stumbling Barry & Ethan

Prior to appearing in the suddenly cold environment Ethan was at now, he had been enjoying a long, comfortable sleep on his couch. Although that apartment wasn’t much to look at, and he still rarely ever slept in the bed due to his own reasons, he certainly loved the place. It was small, quaint, and now that it wasn’t riddled with his ex-lovers boxes and possessions, quite roomy. 

He’d been soundly passed out, hugging the bottle of whiskey to his chest. His Delibird sound asleep on top of his head, and his Typhlosion resting on the floor beside the couch. They were all too knocked out to have come to realize the dimension changing. After all, his pokemon spent night and day making sure he was perfectly alright, they were just as worn out as he was. 

By the time the dimension changing had happened, and they had crossed from Johto to an unknown region (at the time unknown, at least to them.) Rex and Santa both awakening from the change in weather climates, it wasn’t like Johto’s normal warm breezy weather. Despite being summer, there was a heavy chill in the air.

Both pokemon immediately jumped to waking up their trainer, nudging and pushing at him. Ethan simply laid there, moaning and groaning about needing five more minutes. It wasn’t until Santa began pecking his face, did the boy awaken from his comfortable sleep to realize he was not in his apartment any longer. 

”.. W-What ‘ta ‘ell happened ‘ere guys?! ‘Ta ‘ell did’ja drag meh ‘ta?” Immediately looking over at his pokemon, and soon after wrapping arms around his legs. He was nowhere near accustomed to this chilly weather, Johto was much warmer. 

[varrybarry-blog]

Trekking to and from Coronet mountain is, without a doubt, the best training course in Sinnoh. The only place with stronger pokemon is Victory cave-- and Barry rather dislikes the closed spaces when it comes to those things. Granted, he hadn't heard the end of it from Lucas about the whole distortion world thing--

And maybe part of him was saying, hey, Barry, you probably shouldn't be going anywhere near the damn thing. Whichever part of him said that lead him straight through Coronet and all those caves that he so strongly disliked (it was just so dark and dank), and up to Snowpoint where the wind from the south was anything but tropical.

The snow never stops on these northward routes-- it's always windy and blustery, and unbelievable bright and white. Barry loves it. Everything is so faceless and pure and ready to be totally fucked up by his hasty steps, but as it would turn out, he's run into something fucked up in an entirely different way.

!!

Barry jumps back, his heels trampling into the previous impressions of his feet-- the iced over snow cracks beneath him and gives way to the permafrost beneath.

"Waugh!!" The blond's eyes widen in some mix of childlike wonder and an awesome revelation. (The revelation not actually being so awesome.) There is a...lump, a curled up human who seems barely able to speak, and his pokemon. A trainer, but it doesn't look like one of those douchebags who try to hide in the snow for a battle.

"Hey, what the heck are you doin' down there? ...And with a fire pokemon, too?! That thing could die out here!"

[tsun-kkomi-deactivated20141117]

impostor!!!

No. 

Nope.

Nada.

Nilch. 

Unless her mom decided to keep the fact she has an identical twin that’s a boy or he’s just an impostor with the wrong gender gotten wrong. Just no. Right in front of her is this guy with the same everything except for eyes that is and the gender is different. Or… he could be from some other dimension….

Like as if that could happen. Sure there is the distortion world and that crazy stupid shit in that world, but why would it be the main core of other dimensions? Are there even any other dimensions besides hers? If then, why in the world would the goddamned Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina decide this to fucking happen? Huh?Her head was getting dizzy now just looking at this guy who’s being all excited and jumpy.

Sure people tell her she’s quick, hasty and well you know? But this guy is kind of … way too excited. She suddenly wonders if there is a male version of Diamond. Okay that was kind of weird thinking about it. Pearl couldn’t even visualize the idea of it.

"Why this."

[varrybarry-blog]

'Why this?' What, his crazy twin didn't know how to speak in full English? Barry stops the incessant tapping of his foot and leans in to inspect her up close and personal-like, basically the only way Barry knows how to scrutinize or look at anything.

"Hey, you alright? You've been staring at me forever, y'know?"

He purses his lips and stands upright-- he is taller than her, and it isn't just the hair. Thank god. Rubbing his chin and lower lip, Barry's brow presses into a hard and thoughtful line. She's blond, with orange eyes, and the exact same clothes-- and these were pretty old. He can't imagine someone deciding to wear the exact same thing on the same day as himself-- a rumbly hum comes out between his thin lips.

"I mean, there's no way this is just a coincidence, right?!" And before she can answer, he is finished looking down at his orange striped polo which is the same as it has always been and exclaims in her face, "'Course not! I mean, you look waayy too much like me and stuff!"

His thumb is settled solid beneath his chin.

"So, what's your name? Barriette?"

"Barrrr," and he rolls his 'r's here, "--ista? Belle? Bonny?"

[varrybarry-blog]

[OH GOD i sign on to two opens that i have neglected i will get on it right away friends]

[date-a-nate]

He looked up in the sky at the Staraptor in the air, making his ears bleed and putting him back on his butt with it’s loud screeching and squawking. ‘That’s gotta be a flying type…' he thought. Doesn't really matter though, his safest bet was right there in his hands.

Tossing his own Pokéball out, it twirls like a frisbee before letting out Lucario. Unknowningst to Nate, Lucario was both familiar to the blond and played right into his advantage. Nevertheless, it was too late to change mons now, and Nate had faith in the jackal-like Pokémon he chose to do battle.

"I hope yours taste just as delicious!" He followed up. God that was bad. "Lucario! Use Aura Sphere!" He said, not thinking about type effectiveness and only knowing it would be a sure-fire hit.

[varrybarry-blog]

"The only thing that'll be delicious is the sweet taste of victory! Which--" and barry stumbles a bit over his words here, witty dialogue has never been his thing, but he thinks he sort of has the hang of what he wants to say in this case.

"YOU... won't be tasting, 'cause I'M gonna-- I'm gonna WIn!...N?!"

...Barry feels his face flooding with heat, good Lord, that was positively awful-- he wastes no time wallowing, however, seeing as how the battle has already started by the time he is half way done with his statement. Regaining the confidence in his posture, the blond pushes onward without hesitation and pretends that sad excuse of a come back was ever uttered.

"OH, whatever! You're gonna lose, buddy!!!" Yeah, he doesn't need any special words to make that apparent! Especially with the kid's cocky choice in pokemon-- it's like he's asking to be pounded in the completely non-sexual way. The aura sphere is a good call, Barry guesses... it hits the bird pokemon head on, and it falls a few feet from its place in the sky--

"Staraptor, c'mon! Keep yourself together, and use fly!"

[varrybarry-blog]

[screen wavering while harp plays]

[lightprotector]

Sinnoh’s favorite duo was in yet another fight. This fight took place four years ago, in the room of Barry. It was where the two liked to hang out, even if he wasn’t the most organized boy. Barry was a mixture of things and she loved that about him. Never once she questioned their friendship. Though, Dawn wasn’t entirely sure why he would befriend a tomboy. These two went way back so fights didn’t harm nothing. Okay, maybe it did hurt a little. Whatever!

Sometimes Barry did make her mad, especially when he decided to be a huge buttface to her. She didn’t know what to do other then also get mad at him. There were so many names she wanted to call him, but those names wouldn’t be added into her vocabulary until later.  

Dawn would have walked out on him, but it’d be stupid to leave things as they are. Since they were both here, might as well solve it. 

Well, he wasn’t going to say anything so it was up to her. But just what was she suppose to say? There was no way Dawn was going to apologize! He was the one being mean to her… No, let’s not think this way. Gotta fix this somehow and now. Damn, the silence was getting to her and made her edgy. 

"What the heck, Barry!" Dawn groaned out. Soon, she punched the floor, instead of punching him. Hopefully, his mom wouldn’t get mad, but Dawn was sure that woman didn’t want to deal with them.

[varrybarry-blog]

The floor makes a weak thud faced with Dawn's fist which is strong-- but tiny. And not nearly as threatening to wooden floorboards as it would be to a real person, perhaps. Barry doesn't flinch, rather settling to seat himself even more comfortably in his childish vendetta--

"No, you what the heck, Dawn!" Face flushed in exasperation, the blond hops up onto his feet and faces her with a heavily set frown and his hands balled up into bony fists. His body hasn't quite grown into his head yet, and he looks gawky and awkward-- but that's how it always goes with boys. "You've been acting totally different!"

That's what his mom tells him. There's always more bark to them than bite.

"Like!" He huffs, rubbing his head and mussing his hair-- "Whenever you're around him, you get all weird and stuff!"

Weird and stuff, by Barry's definition, being that she always brings up the topic of kissing and says it's a joke (something the two of them had never even spoken about before), and there were allusions to things like "that one time that crazy lady from Team Galactic said that totally embarrassing thing."

But it's not like it's always something so blatant like that. Sometimes it's something as simple as Dawn turning a joke around on him with Lucas, where he feels less like her best friend and something that she and Lucas can pick fun at because, oh, it's funny the way Lucas is so witty and snappy and never takes Barry seriously.

"I don't get what your deal is!"

[lightprotector]

"What?! Are you kiddin’ me?" Dawn wanted to punch her good friend, but she was also concerned for the guy. “Pretty sure I didn’t spot some guy with a miniskirt on—" Though she had to look at the guy again to make sure. 

Tch, stupid Barry. Can’t even tell between his childhood friend and some random guy he ran into. Okay, maybe they looked a bit alike, but she was way more muscular than him!! Or was she starting to lose some muscle—?! 

Barry was starting to get excited and that wasn’t a good sign. And of course, she knew a reason as to why he would get this way… She opened her bag as he asked. Picking Infernape, of course. 

"Ready, Barry!" She grinned as well. No way she was going to turn down a fight!

She was about to jump the guy anyway. 

[worldlyheir]

A double battle. Fine. His experience and skill was more than enough to trump the combined idiocy of these two. He pulled out a second Poké Ball and, with a smirk, cast both out.

"Lopunny! Rapidash!"

It dawned on Platinum that his most recent battle was a long time ago… Nevertheless, he was confident in his victory.

[varrybarry-blog]

No matter what, and this was something he very much loved about Dawn, she would always battle with him. Then again, perhaps this was more of a fundamental aspect of their culture rather than Dawn being nice, or anything like that.

Regardless.

Battle.

There is a battle at hand now, and as his empoleon is released in a bright flash of red light, Barry is self assured, as always, that he will come out with another tally to add to his mental 'win' score. The losses were far and in between, so he doesn't have a particular way of keeping track of that.

"All right! This is gonna be a piece of cake!" He does one of those ridiculous motions as he calls out for his empoleon to attack, pointing dramatically at his target. "Empoleon, use bubble beam on rapidash!"

[date-a-nate]

Saying “Hey I heard that" when he wasn’t mumbling that much to begin with. Had Nate finally met his match in someone who was just as slow as he was? hot  Regardless, Nate was attentive enough to catch the sunkissed boy reaching for his belt. Oh no…was he really going to.

Yes. Yes he was. Nate reached into his pockets, and pulled out a Pokéball containing a Pokémon he thought was a safe bet. “Alright, I’ll take you on!" he declared. Not that he had to declare anything since it was obvious a fight was on the other man’s mind.

‘Man…’ he thought. Though he didn’t like having to get in a fight with some guy that just pushed him over, he at least hoped he was worth his time. After all, he’s got some big balls to challenge a trainer out of nowhere like that.

[varrybarry-blog]

Grinning broadly, Barry leaps back from the other boy and chucks his pokeball up into the air in a great gesture of grandeur. Show off. His staraptor comes with a loud squawk, or maybe it's  a screech-- the point is that it is loud, and something similar to a battle cry.

"Hope you're ready to get pounded!" Wait, okay, no, Barry.

"Heh, I hope you're ready to eat those words!" He catches the ball back in his hand and tosses it into his bag.

[varrybarry-blog]

--

[varrybarry-blog]

[date-a-nate]

"It’s not a surf leotard, it’s a wetsuit!" He argued. Boy, he hadn’t even known this guy that long and he was already up in arms with him. The nerve this guy had to bump into him and then criticize him. ‘Geez, I oughta punch this guy’s lights out or something…’ And then he hears “Ooh! I get it! That’s what you do, huh?!"

Them was fightin’ words, buddy. Them was fightin’ words. “You know it’s not as funny when you try to turn it back around on me. Criticizing people you haven’t even met before is high on the list of things that are not okay with me!" ‘Wait Nate man this guy isn’t even worth your time if he just turns your comebacks on you…’ he thought. Look at him getting all worked up over some jerk that bumped into him to pick a fight.

Sighing, Nate went to speak again, but he realized he was at a loss for words. What should he say to this doofus? “Even if I dress weird, I don’t go picking fights with everybody I ram into…" he said.

[varrybarry-blog]

"Hey! Don't go getting all mad at me!" Barry makes a broad gesture with his hands, just barely flinching in his expression-- anger was one thing, but when people took this disappointed tone with him, he just-- The blond can feel the back of his neck heating up.

"You're the one who said I was trying to knock you over!"

He lets out of a hiss of a breath from his nose. It wasn't like he was desperate for attention or whatever; quite frankly the idea made him flustered and embarrassed and angry all at once that someone would imply he was so very social inept that he had to resort to purposefully running into innocent passers by as a topic starter.

And now talking as if he were better than Barry somehow, like Barry's some kind of bully--

"Hey! I heard that!" Reaching back onto his belt loop, the blond pulls out a pokeball. Here we go. "If you really want me to pick a fight, then I will!"

[date-a-nate]

Nate was knocked on the ground. “Geez, why don’t YOU watch where YOU’RE going, huh bucko?" He quickly sits up on his butt. He’d been kinda having poor luck with that lately. He stared up at the blonde vigorously furrowing his brows up and down like a tidal wave.

His face was hard to take seriously with the sunlight behind him making his goofy expressions even more dramatically. But then he dissed on Nate’s clothes for no reason. “H-Hey man! Your clothes are weirder than mine! Your wearing a scarf and a striped shirt!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

‘My clothes aren’t weird,’ he thinks. “So, is bumping into people and blaming it on them your way of saying hi or something?"

[varrybarry-blog]

"Huuh?! No way! My clothes are totally normal!" Barry scoffs and stands upright, turning his pointy little nose up at the taller boy who he is sure is only taller because of his completely preposterous hair. The guy clearly did not know how to put on a visor.

"You're the one wearing a surf leotard or whatever!" He spits out the words and a little more than that. "There isn't even a beach nearby here!"

Huffing, Barry crosses his arms and presses his brows into a hard and childish expression. "What?! Who'd do something weird like that!" Flaring his nostrils, the blond shakes his head in what may be disbelief. What an idea, doing something so convoluted just to meet people--

That's crazy, who would even think--

"Ooh! I get it! That's what you do, huh?!"

[varrybarry-blog]

thud

[date-a-nate]

ow

[varrybarry-blog]

!!

"Hey, guy, why don't you watch where you're goin'?!" Barry furrows his brows, quickly jumping up and recovering his composure-- if he had lost any to begin with. He's done this so many times, he's practically unflappable by now.

"Someone coulda gotten hurt, you know!" Namely, Barry. Placing his knuckles on his hips, he peers down at the brunette with one eyebrow cocked and the sunlight spilling onto his back.

"...Hunh. Hey, your clothes are kinda weird--" His speech slows down, and his eyes tighten into a squint.

[varrybarry-blog]

[screen wavering while harp plays]

Four score and seven years ago... Barry did not exist. Four years ago, however, on a particularly hot summer day, he sat beside Dawn, both of them with their backs to each other because they had recently gotten in a fight-- That sort of fight that always happens when a new person is introduced to a group of friends. Especially when the group of friends is only two, to begin with.

Everything seemed to make perfect sense when he was angry, and yelling at her, but then as he stood there of course it all slid away and he felt stupid-- but then he felt angry again, because he hated feeling stupid, and God knew that the both of them were too stubborn to say sorry but were too sorry to even leave the room, which is Barry's room by the by--

So it's not like he's going to storm out of his own house, anyway.

But it's not like he can kick her out, right? His mom would get all weird about it and then make him apologize, too, he just knows it.

Inhaling, Barry crosses his arms a bit tighter.

His room is muddled with little to nothing. A few games, stacked in a sloppy but neat tower, phone and computer on his single desk, the chair far off because he rather hates sitting for long periods of time-- an unmade bed with electric patterned sheets, and an orange bottle of prescription pills on his nightstand.

[varrybarry-blog]

thud

[lightprotector]

Did… did he just ignore her? There wasn’t any reaction or anything! Was this guy deaf or something? Or was he looking for a good beating up? It would be rude of her to deny his unspoken request, right? 

Getting ready to jump the guy, she heard—- BARRY?! 

Looking at the direction where the voice was coming, there he was. Sinnoh’s fastest runner. She didn’t even have time to stop him or react due to his speed. The next thing she knows is that Barry crashed, but it wasn’t into her. 

It all happened so fast that she didn’t even know what to say. Her best friend just crashed into the guy she was trying to get directions from… The same guy who just ignored her, so she was pretty thankful that Barry handled it. 

Barry was talking to the guy, but he was using her name? Wait, did he really think—- Oh no, how dare he confuse his best friend for some random jerk who was obviously less built than her!

"What the fuck, Barry?!" Her reply was slow, but filled with anger. “Did you just think that guy is me? Just look at him! We are nothing alike! Are you trying to insult me?"

Dawn grabbed Barry by his green scarf. “THIS GUY IS LESS BUILT THAN LUCAS!! WHAT KIND OF BEST FRIEND ARE YOU?!?!" 

Oh shit—- She looked at the guy that Barry had crushed. “Are you okay, mister?" He’s puny so he just might be dead. Barry, please tell me you didn’t just kill a man.

[worldlyheir]

Platinum laid face-down on the grass for a long moment, trying to comprehend the many things that had happened within the past ten seconds. He listened to the conversation between the two people. One accused him of causing trouble. The other lashed out with coarse language. And she was insulted to be compared to Platinum?!

But when it came right down to it, the most important thing was that he was, well, face-down on the grass.

And he could not have that.

He rose from the ground slowly. Very dramatically. When he turned around to face the pair, there was a Poké Ball clenched in his hand.

[varrybarry-blog]

"Jeez, cool your jets, Dawn!" Barry hops up onto the soles of his feet, stance wide as a mountain and hands balled up into fists-- looking like he's more ready to fight his best friend rather than help her out of an embarrassing situation.

"He totally looks like you!" The blond blindly gestures to where he believe is the general vicinity of his latest thud victim. "You're like, wearing the exact same clothes! C'mon, you gotta say that it's kinda uncanny--"

Besides, it's not like he's ugly, or anything. Right?

Out the corner of his eye, Barry can watch the boy who he guesses doesn't look THAT much like Dawn get up onto his feet, body wavering threateningly like a fawn-- newborn, spindly legs and all. Yeah, he's not ugly, probably. But that aside, he-- the other boy, that is, with his pink pants and weirdly shaped hat-- looks raring to fight, balls in hand and all that-- and that is far more exciting to Barry than making whatever amends may be necessary with Dawn.

"Hey, HEY--" He grins, reaching around his belt for his empoleon's pokeball--

"Looks like this guy wants a battle! You ready, Dawn?!"

[lightprotector]

worldlyheir started following you

[lightprotector]

Dawn was strolling around Sinnoh just to get out of the Villa. Jeez, she was really spacing out because she was completely lost. Even if she lived here her whole life, the girl sucked with directions and junk. One of the many things she never cared about. Perhaps she would learn from this situation… Nah.

The trainer continued to walk, trying to figure out where she was. What a memory fail… She had no idea where she was. Just then she saw a figure up ahead. Boy, she was one lucky person. Though, she shouldn’t tell how the person looked like. Trying to charm them would hopefully work this time around.

"Hey there, lovely person! Could ya help me out? Kinda got lost…" Dawn walked up to them while she spoke.

[worldlyheir]

Route 221 is a straight and very short route. It’s also very verdant at this time of year, and as such it fulfills Platinum’s every requirement for his daily reflection. He mused on the recent events that had plagued his life: Sinnoh shaken by an unexplained explosion in the least convenient location, the Spear Pillar; strange distortions in reality popping up; Rowan calling him to action… the prying from the media, and the subsequent covering-up by the Berlitz family…

As he walked, he took in his surroundings. The sea roared distantly. Two Wingull called to each other as they circled. A young girl shouted something to a nearby friend. Something about love… Platinum closed his eyes contentedly and, lost in thought, walked on.

[varrybarry-blog]

Barry comes to no real planned halt, though he finds his run wavering a bit suddenly as an inexplicable wave, or ripple, or something, passes right through him. Steps coming to a questioning slow, the blond stops with the dirt path crunching beneath his loafers.

"Hunh..." He doesn't recall the route just north of Sandgem looking anything like this and-- when he turns around, his hands on his hips, he realises that little, dull, cookie cutter town isn't there at all-- did he really run so far?

Lifting his hand, Barry scopes the perimeter-- Knowing Lucas, he's probably nowhere nearby. That kid's always been the slowest. The slowest! Nerd.

Lucas aside, Barry finally spots something ahead-- straight ahead-- two blobs of dark blue, white, black, and pink. One of them's gotta be Dawn! Huh. He guesses there are other people that like those colors, too. Unfortunate, but still-- he runs to her--

"Dawn! Dawn, hey! H--ey--?!" But as he comes closer, he realises something eerie about one of them and it is that they look so very similar, the blond doesn't know which he should be running to and yelling at and before he knows it--

Crash! He tumbles into someone-- who had been walking away, and he figures it must be dawn-- a tail of a pink scarf flutters into his face as he catches himself on all fours.

"Hey! You're causin' trouble again, aren't you, Da--"

"Huh...? Heey, when'd you get your hair cut?"