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If anyone would like a non-event starter, please like this!

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If anyone would like a non-event starter, please like this!

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tiny little pokemon man

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In response to the question, Green blinks and remembers that--oh right--he has something. Digs around in his waist pack for a crumpled slip of paper and unfolds it, smoothing it against his palm. There's a smear of what looks like blood on the corners, but he can't seem to recall what it could be from.  He offers it to Red: the slip says D-06. Green doesn't really know what that means yet, but he'll half-heartedly hope that Red does.  The Charmander is prompted to sniff right back, reaching boldly out to pat the other Pokemon's cheek pouches. It makes a startled noise, likely due to an accidental shock, and curls up in Green's lap as the Pikachu is taken away. Green groans, picking his Pokemon up to eye level. It stares back at him with sheepish adoration and Green can't stand to watch it for very long. He returns it to the Pokeball and rubs his temples, muttering something about "a lot of work to do" and gets to his feet.   "If you want food, there's gotta be something on the way. I'm not in a hurry to get anywhere. Does our money even work here?" a frustrated sigh; he's tired and it shows. Suddenly his mind changes and he begins to dig into a bag previously slung over his shoulder. Tugs out a hefty pack of some cheesy trail mix and sorta shoves it at Red. Green never went anywhere without too much food on him. The one time he'd nearly starved in Rock Tunnel had made him overly-focused on being prepared.  "Take it in exchange for getting me to where ever we're supposed to be going." From Red especially, he didn't like accepting favors. 

Familiar Faces, Strange Places -- Red & Green

  Red frowned and held out his hand. “C’mon.. Let’s get you to your place.” he told Green. “Where did they put you?”

Really this was the most Red had spoken without constantly trailing off. He’d explain later that the scientists oddly gave them places to live and whatnot. Red was actually one of the fortunate ones to receive an apartment, but he was too closed in…

First though, Red wanted to stop for a snack. He hadn’t eaten very much in a while, from adjusting to the environment. He was really only surviving on RAGECANDYBARS and LAVACOOKIES that he picked up a month ago in a specialty shop in Kalos, in all truth, he was shocked the food even stayed edible this long.

He pulled out the map he’d bought when he arrived at the City and sighed as he stared at it. “Food… I want some.” he mumbled as a very loud growl from Red’s stomach seemed to agree.

Watching the little Charmander made Red curious. He knelt down and held out a hand carefully for the Pokemon to sniff. Red mumbled a soft hello and smiled. Pika jumped off his Trainer’s cap and sniffed the Fire Pokemon.

“Pi?”

Red scooped the Pikachu back into his arms and stood on his feet. He was starving, and he assumed his little PokePal would be too.

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To see the Pikachu was a relief, though he had to wonder if it was the real thing or not. There was no way the Charmander in his possession was one he knew, considering the fact that his Charizard had been fully grown when it passed away. But...Red wouldn't act so familiar with a copy, would he? 

Heh, it figured as much. It was probably real, because Red was Red and Red and Pikachu were heart and soul. Green takes a moment to brood, hair falling over his eyes only a moment before he regains his composure. He didn't feel ashamed--anyone would miss their Pokemon. But maybe it was for the better that they weren't here. If something happened to them that was out of his control, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. So, the main focus now was figuring out how to triumph in this world. 

"Jeez, of all the weird dimensions I could have ended up in, I had to end up in one with you." he laughs dryly, running a hand through his hair.  "Alright, Ni. C'mon out." with a tiny flick against the Pokeball a stream of red light summons the tiny lizard into his lap. It growls shyly at Red, curious but unsure. Just sort of leans back against Green's stomach, head turned up as if to get his approval. He pays it little attention, but the warmth does offer him a comfort he doesn't totally want to accept.  "So, I'm gonna assume you've been here longer than me. And yeah, they're gone. But it's a way to start fresh. Just cuz I'm out of my element doesn't mean I'm suddenly a loser trainer. So. What now? How long have you been loafing around here?"

Familiar Faces, Strange Places -- Red & Green

Green hadn’t expected to see this person either—in fact, the possibility that they might both be stolen to the same place never crossed his mind. But it made sense—even if he didn’t like it, the universe couldn’t have him there without Red. Red could certainly be there without him, but never the other way around.  The last time he remembers seeing Red was in Unova. How time went by so quick.

"I’m surprised they caught you too." he fumbles with the lone Pokeball at his waist, and suddenly wonders if Red suffers from the same emptiness of separation that he does.

"Is the mouse okay," he asks casually, not wanting to appear as interested as he was.

The ravenette gave a curt nod and made a small noise, acknowledging Green’s question. “..Mm.. Yeah.” he replied, running his thumb over the tight chains over his Pokeballs.. However, only one was left like normal— reason being, the creature was climbing up Red’s back as it held out it’s little yellow paw.

"Pika!" the mouse cried out as it settled itself atop Red’s baseball cap.

Crimson eyes quickly took notice of Green’s current actions. “They’re gone… Aren’t they?” he asked, he was fortunate enough to still have his aibou with him, even if he couldn’t bring them out just yet.

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ログ By スグル

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「まだまだ寒いな。肉まん食おうぜ！」 By ねこ助

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マサラタウンの２人 By ふゆげのみじんこ

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[ once again to any old followers, this blog was converted into a group blog. My indie green is toloveandtrust. Thanks! ]

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*Innocent acting cute voice*will u still love me when i’m no longer young and—*back to narcicist voice*who am I kidding I will always be smokin’ hot.

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What were your parents like?

[ he shrugs ]Dunno. Pictures make ‘em look nice, but I was like 3 when they died so I’m not really the one to ask. I mean, I’m related to them so they were probably pretty…c..ool. I like Red’s mom, and Daisy. They’re parents enough.