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#red #blue #green #mine

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^ guy who has no idea about his own disproportionate power dynamic effect because he's never been interested in it. so he lives rent free in peoples' heads and has no idea.

#this is about lear #and everyone else #lear gives him sooooo much power #princepasio

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Big week for me 😁. Will finish skill challenges soon.

#ooc

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Paarthurnax's "What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?" line is excellent, but I just found out the translation of what comes before: Zin krif horvut se suleyk: "Honor is fighting the lure of power"

#about

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several times he floats back to this moment . He wouldn't do anything differently and would gladly go back to fight this hard again when he's outclassed and the other person is 30 levels above him.

Once again thinking about the Silph assault and how Red was fully prepared to kill at 13 and destroyed the foundation of the Silph building after 28 consecutive rocket battles, some people being sent to the hospital with permanent injuries.

#HC

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Once again thinking about the Silph assault and how Red was fully prepared to kill at 13 and destroyed the foundation of the Silph building after 28 consecutive rocket battles, some people being sent to the hospital with permanent injuries.

#HC #his brutality was #actually the brutality of a teenager #but also one with a cause

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ABILITY CHECK + perception

Red keeps an eye on the things people think he's not paying attention to. He's kept an eye on the Battle Tree's win/loss streak, and the people that held them. The concept for the tree was very simple: A Battle Frontier that him and Green could manage with Kukui's blessings to do so.

Ree hasn't seen a lot of action lately in the Tree. Another one of the Tree's trainers was kicking them off the board, whether that trainer was just that good or circumstances meant Ree wasn't getting the experience they needed?

He could shoot them a text soon and see what's up.

#skullkxd #prompt

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[Don't know. Would've answered either. Don't consider myself a professional though.]

Red was the farthest thing from reflective that a person could possibly be, the small amused smile fading back to that all-encompassing seriousness. He took a look at Proton from boot to bite, flailing and moving around the space he occupied while Red didn't move.

[Syncing with Pokemon.]

He's had the conversation before, several times. The words don't really exist to communicate the topic easily. The visuals of sign language help the metaphysical topic.

[Sure. Syncing is sharing eyes of monsters. Going into monster body and being the monster.]

He couldn't explain the sciences of it either. There just seemed to be people that could do it, people closer to their "monster-ness", and people who could not. His experience with opening himself up to the inhuman was one he started before he could speak. It wasn't a normal experience, and nothing that could be replicated.

[Larvesta.]

His fur covered shoe wiggled, and untangled its nubs one at a time from his shoe tongue. The fire type was the size of his calf, and came to just below his knee, the corona around its head making exact dot shapes in the sand.

Red looks forward, and the bug trots over the sand, clicking up at Proton.

[You want to sit? Can try it.]

Brows are knitted together in confusion as Red signs his first question. It should be expected for him to position his hands correctly, or sign the wrong word all together, and so he slouches and leans forward, paying close attention to what he is being told.

And then his cheeks flare a vicious, embarrassed crimson, and Proton recoils back, throwing his arms up and signing 'NO, NO, NO' over and over again. There's even some shocked and flustered vocalization thrown into the mix.

[ WITH P-O-K-E-M-O-N ! ]

Exclamation punctuation, for good measure.

Fuck's sake.

[ Why would I-- ]

Never mind. Proton throws his hands up for a moment, gathers himself, and proceeds.

[ I struggle with it because of my sickness. Asked boss for advice. Wanted to ask you too. ]

Pause.

[ With syncing with P-O-K-E-M-O-N not with-- ]

And there's the gesture for the more vulgar intimacy.

#chounaifu

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0h my god.

#chounaifu

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insight check me i dare u

There's something blocking him.

Whether its genuinely Matsuba or that strange bead of shadow that's inside him, Red couldn't say. He can't get a proper read on Matsuba. He hasn't for a while, which is deeply concerning.

#cursedmystic #proud proclamation: FIVE

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#earth-master

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(@tacklrnews) History check.

He isn't sure what the exact legends say about... most things... he's not the academic type. Unfortunately, he's never heard of the specific legends of the Regi trio in Hoenn.

So the mention of them, just has a complete blank look in response to it. He has no clue.

#ifbench #FIVE

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Red rolling absolutely average is NOT a great omen for actually facing some dangerous pokemon.

#ooc #pikachu help me

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perception

He did not actually see that new gap the mud had made in the constant deluge. As he was walking, the earth had a gash in it that it didn't before, and he walks right into a two person deep flood of water.

#earth-master #this roll was so fucking bad for him

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• Persuasion check.

Convincing was not exactly forte of his, but a simple headshake and his quietly dark look seemed to hold enough weight to arrange his place in most groups of people, enough for them to actually get to know him beyond a first glance.

This time? He's trying to get into a VIP lounge in the back of a club, without a single word and contending with a fellow with quite sharp teeth. It's not his best argument, a point and a very matter-of-fact look, but...

#gamblingrimsley #prompt

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aaa

#red #gold #leaf #blue #green

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You recognize me.

It was a little shocking, because not many people did recognize him or believe that he was who he said he was. His legend was completely out of his hands from the moment those spotlights hit Giovanni in Silph. He didn’t own the Red that people fabricated after that.

Red shifted in his spot slowly, from foot to foot. Glaseado had its own collection of hauntings and strangeness. It was an impressive mountain, worthy of respect. Like all mountains that scraped a certain altitude, it also drew a fair share of people wanting to summit it to face their demons. 

Very clearly, not all of those people made it. 

Red took the notepad back, turning it and writing against the margins in an effort to use every single available space.

“it is nice to meet you. i have heard of you. ill talk to her if i meet her sounds cool. necromancer. guy at base told me about the dog”

He paused at the offer of something warm to drink and nodded.

“thanks. hounds can’t hurt me too much. cold can. appreciate it.”

He’d been blindsighted by the storm, and no matter how experienced he was at mountaineering, this wasn't his mountain.

"sure. I'll have a drink."

grusha's patient as the other scribbles, checks his work before offering it forward for the proper start of conversation. though heterochrome eyes take the written message in with only the first pass, their gaze remains transfixed upon the offered sentence -- most specifically, the answer to who this person was. they know that name with a gnawing familiarity: it's not something grusha needs dig within the recesses of memory in order to ignite recognition, yet all the same the "why" eludes him...

... but only for a moment.

'from kanto.'

it's as red withdraws the paper once more that grusha moves as though they've received a mild shock: abrupt straightening of the back, and an equally sharp alteration of gaze lifting to red's face. ( ...holy crap, ). the gym leader can't help but think there are many they've encountered throughout their life... many far more focused on raising & battling pokemon from the earliest... who would do anything to trade places with them in this instant.

the man before them is one of legendary caliber, whose name grusha had even heard internationally during competitions, ( ...incredible. ). despite their realization, when they clear their throat...

"my name is grusha... originally from sinnoh," he's able to appreciate meeting travelers from a similar part of the world... in paldea, generally, but particularly when they've chanced glaseado. finding that connection, small as it is, on the bitter alpine of the mountain was able to spark warmth. his brow knits faintly as he more closely watches the movements of the pencil in red's hand. he wasn't writing... yet. it's then grusha realizes red must be depicting the threat he, himself learned of just earlier.

when the paper's turned, suspicion's confirmed. he nods. "thanks for your work... i only heard about it a couple hours ago," there's mild annoyance that he'd been uninformed for so long, but he respects the lowlands' determination to function independent of his input. "i'd offer to assist, but you'd benefit more from ryme's input. she specializes in ghost-types... and for something taking souls, she's a natural check." he looks back to red's face, "she was able to revitalize one, apparently. special power regarding the fabric between life and death, i guess."

grusha exhales, sparing a glance to the window. they can't even make out individual flakes of snow... they're large & numerous, combined with the power of the wind... they're indistinguishable. "but i can't in good conscience let you go back out in this with its current severity... 'specially not before you've properly warmed up." they look back to red, leaning against the wheelchair's right arm to curl knuckles beneath their jaw. "you look pretty durable, but i wouldn't want frostbite to creep on you... or something dramatically more decisive to threaten your constitution."

they'd noticed the damaged digit; far be it from their place to point it out.

"want something warm to drink? that would help significantly."

#gruusha