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Do you have any dreams?

"...I'm gonna get home someday, I know I will."

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Have any stories that took when you were younger that you'd like to share?

"Hm...well, most of what I did as a kid was trained, y'know? That was all pretty fun, though."

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What made you want to get into Contests, and do you consider any Coordinators your idol or rival?

"I can't really describe it. I guess since it's...so sophisticated. Very classy. And as far as people go, well..."

//SIDE-EYE TO RUBY//AYO SB WHAT THE FUCK'S GOOD

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What do you do to relieve stress?

"Spend the day doing my favorite things, I guess--?"

ooc. he really likes to knit and do needlework drew for team rocket grandma 2k14

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til we meet again :: drew /\ ruby ::

<Wow. I love ya coat.>

It'd been a while since Butterfree had been allowed to go out all on her own, considering Drew usually trusted Roserade or Masquerain to defend themselves better in the case of an emergency. Regardless, though, he'd eventually realized the necessity of letting his other Pokémon exercise, and Butterfree was more than happy to be out of that stuffy ball and out exploring the hallways.

Drew had given her a thirty-minute allotment of time before she had to check in with him, and this was just the beginning of it. She wasn't far from his room (to her annoyance), but getting her bearings was an incredibly slow process in a building like this. She wasn't particularly focused when it came to getting a grip on her surroundings, either; that was Absol's area.

It hadn't taken long before she caught sight of a Mightyena wandering the halls. Being the social butterfly (ha, ha) that she was, she was fully intending to go up to the stranger and start up a conversation, but was even more delighted to see the difference in the way the Mightyena carried itself; this one was groomed for glory -- it was obvious.

Butterfree circles around the Mightyena in question, admiring the silky coat. <So long with tha' silky sheen...oooooo-wee!> Butterfree vibrates a bit on the air, pulling to the front of the Mightyena and flapping her wings. <Whatcha use on it, eh? Some sorta special product? D'ya get brushed a lot? Whateva it is, keep doin' it -- ya look wondahs.> Butterfree does another circle.

<Y' carry ya-self like someun' ready for a ball! You a Contest Pokémon? Ya look the part. Y'know my Trainer's a Coordinatah' himself. Supah populah back in the day. Every'in's been supah slow since we arrived heres, tha. Whatcha name, sport?>

#rocketruby #THERE IT IS

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~passes by delicately and leaves flatulence in your wake~

"...that's gross."

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"...pretty good with high-stress situations by now, I think, 'coz I've been in a lot of them."

"Aaaaaand I've never tried that, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Uh- Hi.. Drew, I.."

"Right. Um. How good would you say you are with… high stress… situations and… in-home patient care?"

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"I don't know how great my self-defense is, but I can run pretty fast...?"

"Would someone with a reliable service record, high self defense skills and… a lot of patience… be interested in a special …promotion of sorts?”

"I can’t believe I’m still not in Unova yet oh my fucking Legends…”

#*throws drew because he's the only reasonable one of the bunch* #poisonandpetals

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                                       ABOUT THE MUSE.

General Appearance.  -  Fill out.

Name: Drew Laneer Age: 17 Date of Birth: April 20th Zodiac: Aries/Taurus Gender: Male Eye color:  Teal Hair color: Green Height: 5’7” Scars: None. Overweight?: No. Underweight?: No.

Favourite…

Color: Purple or baby blue. Hair color: No preference. Eye color: Blues. Song: Can't pick a favorite. Really loves electroswing and sappy-yet-inspirational love songs from movie soundtracks. Movie: Titanic. ("WEEEEEEEEE'LL STAAAAAAAY FOREEEEEEEVER THIS WAAAAAAAAY--") T.V Show: Grey's Anatomy. (does that exist in the Pokémon world?) Food: Soup and salad combos. Drink: Coffee. Video Game: Any racing games, or anything really artsy. Place: There's no place like home. Animal: Any and all animals. Ice cream flavor: Pistachio.

Have you…

Had sex: “No--ew, that's not your business in the first place.” Had sex in public: ”Definitely not.” Gotten pregnant: "That-...that's not possible.” Kissed a boy: ”No, thankfully.” Kissed a girl: ”I've been kissed by a girl, but I've never kissed a girl.” Gotten tattoos: "No." Gotten piercings: “No.” Smoke or drank: "No, and no." Had a broken heart: ”I've never been in love, if that's what you mean.” Been in love: ”I literally just said--" Needed surgery: “No.” Stayed up for more than 24 hours: “Yes.”

Are you…

A virgin: "Yes." A cuddler: “I have no idea.” A Kisser: ”I don't really care for it.”

Scared easily: "Uh...now, yes.” Jealous easily: "...” Trustworthy: “I would like to think so.” Dominate: ”Is this a sexual thing, or...?” Submissive: "I don't know." In love: ”No.” Single: "Yes." Taken: "No--?" Considered mean: ”By some people, yeah.”

Random questions.

Have you harmed yourself: “I put myself in harm's way a few times, but I've never hurt myself.” Thought of suicide: “No.” Attempted suicide: "No." Killed someone: “No!” Wanted to kill someone: "...yes, but not actually kill them. Have I thought 'I'm gonna kill you'? Yes." Who did you kiss last: “I've never kissed anybody. Last person who kissed me, uh...some random fan, I think.” Last text: "My mom." Drove a car: “I like to walk.” Have/had a job: “I have a job now, don't I?” Favourite soda/pop: "Coca-Cola." Do drugs: "No."

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Drew hadn't even really noticed Masquerain leaving, himself, and almost swears to himself when attention is brought to her being on Ariana's head. "...sorry about that," he says instead, shooting a glare at Masquerain, who is currently focused on other things. Roserade turns around when addressed by the Vileplume and looks up at Masquerain afterwards.

<...I guess it depends on how long Drew wants to stay,> Masquerain offers, and Roserade shakes her head. <No, I think he will let us stay to help if we want to. We would love to help. How can we?> Roserade animatedly addresses Vileplume, clapping her hands together in delight. <I don't know Aromatherapy like your trainer's Roselia, but I'd be happy to help in any way I can.>

The air is filled with more chatter from Pokémon, and it's especially present in Drew's two Pokémon. Masquerain removes herself from Ariana's head softly and flutters down to the ground, perching on Roserade's head instead. It nearly unbalances the Bouquet Pokémon, and she quickly taps Masquerain twice. Masquerain sighs and hops off Roserade onto the ground.

At the very least, Drew had a bit more of an idea what was going on with the Oddish cart. He'd never seen that many Oddish gathered in one spot before. "...what's your name?" Drew says finally, realizing he introduced himself but she did not.

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

"Yes, isn’t it?" Ariana replies, as carefree as she can manage, and gestures to the Oddish. "With the rain lately I haven’t been able to get these guys out into the moonlight properly. They’re starting to show it, too." Several of the weed Pokemon poked their heads out of the cart to offer a chorus of agreement. One of them became especially vocal and pointed at Ariana with a leaf. The rest quickly joined in.

The Executive stutters in confusion at first, pointing to herself as she tries to figure out what had gotten the Oddish so excited. Eventually she thinks to look up, and flinches at the sight of a Masquerain on her head.

"Wah- how did I not notice that was there?" she whines, slumping a bit. With any chance of a formal first impression now definitely gone, and her blush coming back for another round, her recent streak of confidence might be ending early. Vileplume, noticing her Trainer’s sudden drop in composure, waddles out from behind the cart toward Roserade.

<I’m sure there’s very many lovely things to say about Roselia and the weather, but Roselia will be there for a while and this nice weather won’t be. I’ve still got to make sure these little ones get their nutrients, and there’s only so much moonlight. If you’d like to lend a stem I’d be very happy to have you, but otherwise, skedaddle, both of you ladies.>

#poisonandpetals

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That does look like one incredibly angry Pokémon, Drew thinks. He simply nods along to the Absol comment. Affectionately nicknamed Coffee for the Pokémon's general lack of fervor and enthusiasm, Absol was a bit more than Drew could handle at times; all the same, he appreciated the challenge the training provided. Unless, of course, it had to being during a Contest. It always had to be during a Contest.

<That can change,> Roserade immediately offers. <We could make her care.> She listens to Roselia prattle on for a minute before she's zapped back into her Pokéball. Roserade looks up at the sky and then down to the withered grass wistfully. <Not with that attitude, you won't,> she states to herself, Roselia already gone. <Wonder what had her thorns in a prickle,> Masquerain jokes jubilantly, and Roserade shoots her a dirty look.

Drew looks over to the Oddish cart a bit and considers questioning it, but offers no comment. "...nice weather," he manages, defaulting to the normal conversation topic. "A lot cooler here than Hoenn, for sure. It's taking a bit of getting used to." He doesn't want the conversation to end immediately; he's almost saddened when the Roselia is gone, but his attention is brought entirely to Ariana.

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

"Oh, but your Absol is wonderful," Ariana argues automatically, as though she’s defending a favorite movie. "Roselia is.. not so.. much?" she glances over to the Grass-type, who by now appears to be fuming, and clicks her Poke Ball. "She doesn’t really do what I want her to, so I can’t use her for all that much. Which is a real shame, honestly."

Every word Roserade speaks just baits Roselia further. Her regal, unbreakable demeanor is really driving the smaller Pokemon. <It doesn’t matter what my moves are, because they’re all awful thanks to her,> she spits out, waving a bud towards Ariana. <Believe me if they were any good I woulda knocked your haughty butt out by now.>

Ariana pauses, holding the Luxury ball against her leg as she watches the two flowery Pokemon. Now that she knows it is Drew’s Roserade, she is dually impressed with it, almost jealously so. She absently covers the Oddish in the cart and fumbles a bit more before returning Roselia and putting her away.

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He had been feeling a bit under the weather; the kind of sickness that follows you relentlessly for years as you run from the media, run from your family, run away from everybody. The woman in front of him frowns a bit as his response and he suddenly wonders if he said something wrong. "I'm sure I'll enjoy it," he says hastily, not normally trying this hard; but from the I'll-kick-your-ass look of the other grunts and Executives, he wasn't going to take any chances.

Roserade hops off of Drew's shoulder and approaches Roselia, answering to her beckon. <He's right. That really is an excellent Toxic that you have there. Certainly no need to practice that one as much; I can tell it comes naturally to you,> she says softly, nodding more encouragement. <If you'd like, I could practice with you on your other moves. What other ones do you know? I don't know Aromatherapy myself, but I know you do, and I know you could make that into a truly brilliant attack.>

"Hm...if you don't use her much, it could be why she's acting up." Drew nods a bit, but shrugs. "My Absol does that sometimes," he admits, as much as he doesn't want to. However, the lady in front of him is clearly fumbling over herself, and it makes him feel a bit bad that he's contributing to the awkwardness.

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

By the time she’s gotten her question out Ariana is blushing like a tomato, a little trademark of her own. Her face is frozen in a half polite, half dumbstruck smile as Drew speaks, but it drops to a small frown when he finishes. Ariana makes no comment other than a small ‘oh’ that sounds almost like disappointment, and tilts her head to the side. Drew looks a little under the weather, now that she really looks at him.

Roselia would normally puff up at Drew’s praise and grin like the world’s most carnivorous rose, but Roserade’s completely calm, unimpressed reaction is pissing her off. She merely shrug’s off the human’s comment, and focuses on the Pokemon. Once she builds up the grump to, Roselia sprays another gush of Toxic at the ground, all while beckoning Roserade forward with a wave.

"Oh, thank you. W-. I don’t.. I don’t really.. use Roselia much,” Ariana admits, glancing with some discomfort at the agitated Pokemon. “I don’t.. really.. She doesn’t act up like this usually, probably a sign I should return her.” Ariana fumbles for the Grass-type’s pink Poke Ball with one hand, while still trying to wrangle discontented baby Oddish with the other.

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<...well, you certainly have that one down, don't you?> Roserade says with an amused expression on her face. Drew is collected in time to see the attack as well, and he blinks from the sheer force of the Toxic. "...is this your Roselia? That was...that was a really good Toxic." Roserade closes her eyes and gives an approving nod to Roselia, clapping her bouqueted hands together twice in congratulations.

Drew starts to take a closer look at the Roselia in question and is taken incredibly off-guard by the Executive's sudden reaction to his presence. Certainly, he was used to this from some of his fans back home, but this was the last place he was expecting to run into fans (especially given the generally glum demeanor he'd seen the other grunts carrying).

"Yes," he says, smiling almost a bit impishly, as is his signature. He flips his bangs out of the way with a hand for better visibility in the moonlight, unintentionally performing yet another trademark. "Drew Laneer, from Hoenn." The woman in front of him, though performing what looked like a menial task to him, was wearing some variation of the uniform he'd seen on those in power here, and he immediately makes a mental reminder to keep his tongue in check.

He tilts his head a bit at the last question. What was anybody doing here? "I-...I work here, now," he says, the sound foreign to his own tongue as well. Masquerain floats over to Ariana and alights on her head softly. "I'm a new grunt."

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

<Whatever, I said I didn’t care,> Roselia relies, pretending not to care while furiously caring. She growls, staring down at her petals and grimacing until both flowers turn a nasty shade of violet. She waits until  Roserade is up on Drew, side-eyes the other Grass-type and raises her arms. <But if you’re so worried about my potential, here you go!>

With the last syllable Roselia flings her now-opened buds toward the grass, unleashing a powerful spray of Toxic which coats the ground and instantly sucks the green from it, leaving a nasty, blackened, burnt-out looking streak. Ariana can’t help but glance down in wonder of how potent the move is, and rather wishes Roselia had at least dumped that concentrated, perfectly balanced liquid poison somewhere where she could have harvested it.

Before she can worry for too long about it, Ariana realizes who Roserade’s Trainer is and suffers a mild, on-the-spot panic attack. She manages to stop herself and fold her hands behind her back like a serious Executive before she can start haplessly pointing them at Drew, and possibly squealing. It takes a moment’s effort to un-excite and un-creepify her voice before Ariana could bring herself to confirm his identity.

"…You don’t happen to be Drew.. are you- -do you?” she asks as ‘casually’ as possible. “Uh, what are you h.. Uh, why are you doing here? -Ohh.. damnit.”

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<But that completely eradicates the point of Aromatherapy,> the Roserade argues, brow furrowing. She looks behind her into the cart and notices a few Oddish whine due to the attack, and Roserade turns back to Roselia. <Some of the Oddish are not responding well due to the misplaced emotion in the attack. That's not okay! You must try harder. If you want to bring out the full potential of this attack -- or assure that your trainer will have no complaint, as seems to be your motivation -- then at the very least try to put your bitterness behind you for just a moment. Come on! Try once more!> Roserade smiles encouragingly and then notices the trainer has come her way.

Roserade rises to a standing position on the edge of the cart and puts on a respectful smile, offering a little curtsy to Ariana. The Pokémon was born and trained to be a crowd-pleaser, and she was no different off the stage than she was on. She brushes off her skirt a little and prepares to introduce herself (momentarily forgetting that only Pokémon can understand her) before she hears someone calling her name.

"Roserade!" A half-awake (but fully frantic) Drew searches for his starter, having completely forgotten that he let her roam about just for tonight. He’s relieved to hear a trill in response from the edge of the cart and he bends over, clutching his knees and wheezing as soon as he skids up to the group. Masquerain hangs in the air by Drew’s head. <I tried to remind him,> says Masquerain, and Roserade sighs. <I figured.> Masquerain tilts side to side in apology. <You know how he's been lately.> <Yeah, I know.>

Roserade hops off the cart and onto Drew’s shoulder. Drew, finally catching his breath, straightens himself and looks at Ariana. “Sorry about that,” he says, looking at Roserade and back to Ariana. “Didn’t mean to bother you—”

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

<Empathy?> repeated Roselia, turning coldly to her evolved form. <I haven’t got any to spare, sorry. Besides, as long as she doesn’t complain about it, I could are less about the quality.>

She swung a bud in the direction of her human. Ariana remained oblivious for now, occupied with her Oddish. Some of them had started whining after Roselia’s unpleasant Aromatherapy attack.

Eventually, the Roserade on the edge of the cart caught Ariana’s eye. She didn’t remember seeing one around HQ before, and was quite at a loss as to where it had come from. She stood up and looked around, hoping to see a trainer nearby. Alas, she and the Pokemon seemed to be alone. It occurred to her that it might have been wild, but Grass-types preferred to rest after sundown, as far as she knew.

"Where’d you come from?" she asked, stepping in front of the two similar-looking Pokemon. Roselia crossed her arms again and turned defiantly away. Ariana could clearly see that this Roserade was significantly better groomed than her own Pokemon, and seemed to possess a naturally commanding, graceful presence. If Roselia could only have been more like that, their current relationship would likely be oodles better.

#poisonandpetals #HAHA I DID IT

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The paranoia and protectiveness was really starting to get to Roserade.

The Bouquet Pokémon had made her way out to the back of HQ while her trainer slept. He'd been going to bed a lot earlier than usual lately; probably due to the stress of moving and switching careers entirely. She was stressed too, but it was more due to the sudden change in demeanor that her trainer possessed. Drew was panicky, now, like he was when he was a child, and Roserade's usually pleasant mood had been seriously downcast. He was hesitant to let her go, but decided it was for the best, and already she was feeling better.

In her travels Roserade comes across a cart, a trainer and a Roselia. The Roselia immediately catches her interest and she hangs back, watching. The Roselia and her trainer did not seem to have a good relationship in the least -- Roserade frowns a bit and moves forward, edging ever closer to the group.

The cart appeared to be full of Oddish, not in the best shape. Roserade hops up on the cart and stares down at the group. She waves a bouqueted hand at them and immediately her attention is jolted at the trainer's voice. She tilts her head a bit, watching the Roselia begrudgingly perform the healing attack. It's awfully bitter-looking, and Roserade frowns.

She hops to the front of the cart and stares at the Roselia. <That attack couldn't have been very effective,> she suddenly offers, gesturing with her hands as she does so. <When you use a healing attack like that, try to put more emotion into it -- or, at least, more empathy.> Roserade only means it as constructive criticism and hopes that the other won't be offended right off the bat, but given the other's attitude, she can only hope.

The Unloved Roselia - Drew and Ariana

Now that the sun had gone down, it was clear that tonight was going to be a bright, clear waxing moon. Ariana could not have asked for a better night to finally take out her young batch of Moonlight Oddish. The little weed Pokemon had wanted nothing to do with the previous week of nightly rainstorms, and their precariously cultivated leaves were starting to look a little lifeless.

Thankfully, warm night air seemed be be perking them right up. Ariana made her way to one of the quieter grassy fields behind headquarters, helping Vileplume push a heavy cart of potting soil and curious, excited Oddish.

Once they’d reached a suitable spot, Ariana crouched down to examine the batch of young Grass types more carefully. They were certainly all awake and energetic now, so much so that Vileplume had to busy herself catching them and returning the little sprouts back to their soil. Still, Ariana could clearly see brown spots forming at the crowns of their heads. Shifting her jaw with a serious exhale, she tossed out a pink Luxury Ball which very rarely saw use.

Ariana turned, squinting unenthusiastically at the Roselia that emerged. The slender Grass type folded her closed buds like arms and hmphed, a gesture which Ariana mimicked with equal disdain.

"Alright, you. Aromatherapy."

The Pokemon uncrossed her arms, let out a grumble, and unleashed a rather bitter-looking healing attack over the cart of Oddish.

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you know i was planning to get caught up on replies today

i wasn't planning on sitting down and just throwing out 1,735 words about drew but sometimes things just don't go as planned do they

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Thorn

part 3.

"Come on, Roselia! More, more, you can do it! You need to do it right!” The move Magical Leaf was one they had practiced many, many times, and Drew’s aggravated tone is almost just making Roselia more unfocused after her first mistake. The clock’s ticking down and they’ll be onto the Battle Round shortly. Masquerain had already participated this round, as Drew had wanted to follow up Masquerain’s great performance with an ending that would blow the audience away (not literally, as Masquerain had nearly done with her Silver Wind earlier.)

Time’s finally up and Drew stares in the direction of the judges, Roselia heaving a sigh. “That was our final competitor — those moving onto the Battle Round will now be displayed on the board above." A projector flashes on with the chosen competitors. Roselia and Drew are both equally relieved to find that they are moving onto the next round, but both are distracted when the judges state that they’ll be back after a short break to compete again. They go out of the way of the cameras and to the training area, upon which Roselia stops and Drew circles to her front, bending over her.

"Roselia, what was that?! You’ve always done that move so well before! You need to focus on it more, okay? That wasn’t the show that the audience was hoping for, and it wasn’t your full potential, either—"

"See what I mean? Hard to train. I always said so, Drew. You never listened to me."

Drew abruptly stops talking and turns to face the insolent young man that was once his other friend.

"…excuse me?"

"Your Roselia. Impressive finish…not quite as impressive as you were hoping, though, were you?"

Drew’s thoughts spin rapidly as he tries to generate an excuse so as not to put the blame on Roselia being unfocused. While it was the truth, it was also exactly what the other boy was looking for to use as fuel against him.

"It’s my fault, I pushed too hard on all the other moves."

"Every rose has its thorns. It’s about time you learned that."

Drew gives the other an unsatisfactory look. “Could say the same about your team, then.”

"Hm, really? We’ll see. They’re arranging the battle teams right now. We scored pretty closely; maybe we’ll end up battling each other. I hope so. I’m gonna prove that I’m right, y’know. Finally gonna knock you off that pedestal everyone’s been puttin’ you on since your big breakthrough with anti-sexism in contests or whatever."

Drew grimaces, but feels excitement in his chest at the thought of battling the other. He’d been waiting years for this moment, and the almost vibration-like anger radiating from Roselia tells him that she’s been waiting, too.

"Aw, did I offend the little sweetheart and her emotional sensitivities?"

"Hey, back off!" Drew cries out, brows furrowing. He instantly rises into a standing position, and gets right up in the other boy’s face. "I’ll tell the administration that you’re harassing me and my team and you’ll be disqualified, just watch."

"Little Rosey has to have her boyish Trainer step in to defend her. That’s great." The other salutes, walking away with a mocking grin. "See you out there, champ."

The minutes fly by in fury as Drew and Roselia steam over their recent encounter. When an official comes back to the training area to let everybody know to get ready to battle, both Trainer and Pokémon are utterly delighted to get out there and destroy the battlefield. Even more to their delight, they scored just right to battle against their wanted contender; they meet the other with a smile and Drew firmly shakes the boy’s hand.

The boy smirks back, backing away after the handshake.

"Hope you’re ready to watch your darlings get pounded by my tanks."

Drew’s eyebrows raise and he keeps smiling, Roselia already by his side and Masquerain popping out of her Pokéball quickly.

"I think this’ll be a fair match."

"Really?"

"Yeah, for me, maybe. It might be a bit unfair on your end, I’m sorry."

Drew smirks.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, Drew."

Drew looks from Roselia, who has a determined expression, to Masquerain, who sits regally on the air.

"Alright, girls. Go crush him.”

#writing wed. #FINALLY