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Unexpected Ally || Michael & Caito

Plotted Ahead: @acetrainer-caito

The stalagmites above hung down dauntingly from the cavern’s roof, collecting any light they could and refracting it into a shower of green twinkling light. The pounding of footsteps echoed off the walls and interrupted the peaceful tranquility of Terminus cave. The peon’s white armor stood out from the earthy tones and emerald making it easier for the young man pursuing him to locate him.

When Michael had signed himself back up on hero duty in Orre he hadn’t expected it’d take him beyond Orre. Yet here he was, in a perpetual state of confusion as he ventured the fashion statement of a region. He had once visited Kanto and had thought there couldn’t a region any more different. He obviously hadn’t thought about Kalos. The region was vivacious compared his beloved arid desert. The entire region had an ethereal ambiance to it and that was excluding this mysterious fairy type that kept pushing his poor salamence into a corner. Luckily it seemed Terminus caved lacked the dragon wreckers and he had salamence's pokeball gripped tightly in his fist as he turned the corner, seeing the peon’s shadow. Except he was completely off target. It wasn’t the peon and instead an ace trainer who whirled around just in time to watch Michael dig his heels into the ground and stumble over himself. He smacked into the wall beside the stranger to prevent from running into him and groaned as he let himself plop onto the floor. He chuckled while sheepishly lifting his gaze to meet the pink haired trainer’s eye and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Woah! That was close! Sorry I almost tackled you, I thought you were the criminal I was chasing...” Pushing up on his knees. he stood up, brushed the dirt off his pants and properly introduced himself to the ace trainer.

“The name’s Michael Riverend, trainer and gym leader from the Orre region! What are you doing in this cave by yourself?” 

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 Michael wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes, gasping to regain his breath after a round of laughter. Watching Elesa struggle to fit in the crime ridden city of The Under was truly comical. Anyone could tell that she wasn’t from Orre. She stood unaware of her surroundings and oblivious of the stares directed towards her. Dusting off his pants, he stood back up with his hands raised in mock surrender as she pouted down at him.

“Calm down, Elesa. I’ll help you get it back, but you’ll have to listen to me if you don’t want anyone targeting you again.” 

She stood out like a sore thumb, toting brand name accessories and clothing while strutting around with a Luxray. If that wasn’t bad enough, she was already a world famous Model who grabbed attention no matter what you put her in. Despite that, Michael shrugged off his trench coat and laid it on her shoulders, eye twitching at how short it looked on her compared to his frame. I’m not that short, she’s just too fucking tall.

“First stop strutting around like it’s the catwalk, you’re just asking to be a target. Stay on alert for anyone who is staring at you or coming towards you.”

Sweeping his eyes in the crowd he noticed at least three people suspiciously following her and sighed, making eye contact with every single one of them until they ducked away and moved onto another victim. Bringing his gaze back to Elesa he noticed her standing quietly and glancing around self-aware.

“The kiddo who stole your wallet is from a group of rascals that live around here. I’ve been meaning to pay a visit to their hideout anyways”, he snickered and flashed another teasing grin at her, “Just follow my lead and you won’t get hurt. I’ll be your mentor this time around!”

The Protege Becomes The Mentor  || Elesa * Michael

@lightoforre Elesa crinkled her nose and coughed as the dust from The Under prickled her senses. She was on alert while her Luxray padded silently beside her and growled at anyone that got too close. She was here visiting a new friend of hers, a young man who had come to Unova after becoming a gym leader himself and in desperate need of a mentor. She had invited him to Nimbasa on a whim really. She had become bored of the same routine everyday. Battle challengers and then leave for work, rinse and repeat. There was no flavor in her life and she craved adventure. She found more than she bargained for in the spunky young savior of Orre. Their first meeting was a surprise. Instead of introducing himself as her new protege, he had approached the gym in the guise of a challenger. The battle was fierce and it reminded her of a group of children from the past. He had even beaten her. Just as she was about to award him the bolt badge, he finally introduced himself with a charming grin that brightened the entire room. After three months of living together with, training and teaching Michael, she had deemed him worthy of the gym leader title. They sadly parted, but not before he made her promise to visit. Now here she was unprepared and a bit confused. Michael had mentioned that his gym was located in the worse part of Orre, but she hadn’t expected him to live somewhere so diseased with crime. Suddenly her Luxray perked up and she spotted a familiar redhead in the crowd. Despite her surroundings, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched him tell off a pickpocket. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a gentle hug.

“It seems you’ve got your hands full, Mr. gym leader!  I missed you, Michael!” 

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When Michael woke up this morning, he knew something was off. The first sign had been waking up naturally, when usually his hyper active Jolteon usually gave him a morning jolt. Instead the eeveelution was pacing back and forth on the balcony from his apartment, letting off sparks of excitement. The second sign was when he, a perfectly skilled cook burnt his scrambled eggs. Not the best way to start the day, but pessimism be damned, he was determined to make this into a great day. While scrounging around the market for appetizing street food, he couldn’t help but notice the constant chattering that had taken the crowd. Similar to his jolteon, residents of Under seemed unusually excited. He could only capture bits of conversation, something about a hot babe and someone powerful. Shrugging it off as just another one of those Kalosian tourist that everyone assumed was a famous star, he continued on with his day. After finishing off his breakfast, he continued to dumpster dive the market for things that could be refurbished for his gym. Although the gym had the basics to host battles, after spending a few months training in a gym that had a roller coaster and a cat walk, Michael realised he needed a theme for his gym. At first, he had no idea as to what he would theme his gym off of. Then an idea struck him. He could somehow incorporate snagging into his gym. How? He hadn’t planned that far yet. Speaking of snagging, Michael paused and let a prolonged groan of suffering. The merchant in front of him peered with a look of concern at his deadpan face. Michael swiftly shot his hand behind him and pulled the rascal trying to pickpocket him forward. His brows shot in amusement when he recognized the kid as the same one from last week, still hissing and spitting the same nonsense about how ‘just because he was a gym leader, it didn’t mean nothing’. Rolling his eyes, he shoved the kid away and after a lecture, he ruffled his hair before tossing a few coins at him, snickering as he watched the kid scamper off cursing. And then he felt someone wrap around his waist, he would have judo tossed this someone over his shoulder if she hadn’t spoken up. As she spoke, everything made sense. Zeus and Elesa’s Luxray could sense each other from miles away and the chattering about a “hot powerful babe”? He couldn’t help but laugh and lean back into the model, accepting his fate as she enveloped him in a hug. Elesa was like an older sister figure to him, the one person who had reached out to him and taught him the basics of being a gym leader. At first he hadn’t believed that some random idol could be a proper gym leader. So he did what he thought was logical and challenged her to a gym battle. He hadn’t expected her to be such a terrifyingly powerful force, mowing down his Ursaring with her volt switch combo. The battle had been close and he knew the only reason he had won was because she had limited how strong her gym designated team was. 

“Hey Lesa, I know I said to visit but I meant warn me before you come to visit. Especially in this part of Orre, I don’t want someone hurting Unova’s shining beauty and getting my ass kicked for it!” He then snickered and added, “Plus you got me all excited for nothing when people started talking about a hot chick. It just turned out to be you”.

The Protege Becomes The Mentor  || Elesa * Michael

@lightoforre Elesa crinkled her nose and coughed as the dust from The Under prickled her senses. She was on alert while her Luxray padded silently beside her and growled at anyone that got too close. She was here visiting a new friend of hers, a young man who had come to Unova after becoming a gym leader himself and in desperate need of a mentor. She had invited him to Nimbasa on a whim really. She had become bored of the same routine everyday. Battle challengers and then leave for work, rinse and repeat. There was no flavor in her life and she craved adventure. She found more than she bargained for in the spunky young savior of Orre. Their first meeting was a surprise. Instead of introducing himself as her new protege, he had approached the gym in the guise of a challenger. The battle was fierce and it reminded her of a group of children from the past. He had even beaten her. Just as she was about to award him the bolt badge, he finally introduced himself with a charming grin that brightened the entire room. After three months of living together with, training and teaching Michael, she had deemed him worthy of the gym leader title. They sadly parted, but not before he made her promise to visit. Now here she was unprepared and a bit confused. Michael had mentioned that his gym was located in the worse part of Orre, but she hadn’t expected him to live somewhere so diseased with crime. Suddenly her Luxray perked up and she spotted a familiar redhead in the crowd. Despite her surroundings, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched him tell off a pickpocket. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a gentle hug.

“It seems you’ve got your hands full, Mr. gym leader!  I missed you, Michael!” 

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It had been a damn near exhausting month for Michael. His patience was running tremendously thin with the recent activity in The Under. Had it been a few isolated incidents, he wouldn’t be losing his temper this easily. But no. It couldn’t have been simple idiots and annoying thugs. It just had to be Cipher, deciding that they were reborn and here for revenge. Michael was sick of this shit. He had thought he had left all this in the past and moved on. Hell, most of Cipher’s former admins had redeemed themselves. Snattle had succeeded in becoming the governor under Michael’s watchful eye. Lovrina’s dream of her personal fan club even came true after she cleaned up her act and often bothered visited Michael, still attempting to get him to accept her No.1 fan title. Then there was Gorigan and Eldes. These two had changed the most, Gorigan ironically was now his best friend who supported Michael in trying to keep Orre clean of Cipher and Snagem scum. Eldes was now in fact his rival and someone who frequently challenged Michael’s gym. With how much they had moved on, Michael naively thought Cipher was dead. Just when the phantom aches and nightmares began to fade he just had resurface. 

Michael often cursed himself, honestly how the hell could he forget? Despite defeating them there was one person who hadn’t given up. The thorn in Michael’s side. Ardos. He hadn’t forgotten the admin’s parting words. No, in fact they had haunted Michael’s every passing moments for years. The memory had created a deep seated paranoia in Michael. For months after defeating Cipher, he was always on alert, always looking for someone watching him. It had almost ruined him and  it would have, if not for his younger sister slapping sense into him. Michael surely would have lost his marbles. So, he did what he assumed was the right thing and let go. Let go of all the pain, the fear, and the past. He started a new life. He put his sweat and blood into reconstructing his father’s gym and naively believed that he wouldn’t have to worry about the Grand Master or Ardos. How could he had grown so ignorant? “I give you the title “Cipher's Biggest Enemy.” From now on, Cipher's battle crews will be constantly tracking you. Watch yourself. Ardos" Except he wasn’t. He wasn’t Cipher’s biggest enemy. He wasn’t this god-picked gallant hero that Ardos or anyone perceived him as. Michael was just a replica and he knew it. He was just a shell of what Orre really deserved. Orre deserved someone superior. They deserved someone experienced, someone intelligent, faster, stronger, an actual hero. 

As a child, Michael had two people he looked up to. His father, a role model and someone he had believed he would follow the steps of. Then there was his dream, the Thief king hero. Wes Wagner. Wes was everything Michael wasn’t, he was far more superior in every aspect be it physical or psychological. He was a real man, a real boy even. A real hero. During his journey, the one thing that had kept Michael going was this realization. Realization that following Wes’ footsteps weren’t just a far off dream anymore. At first he was ecstatic. Then he began to hear the people talk. The comparisons and the complaints. In response Michael burned brighter, he was even more motivated to show his worth. Looking back now, he often bitterly realized all he had done was fool Orre and himself into thinking he was even an ounce of what Wes was. In reality he had put Wes on such an untouchable pedestal that with every comparison Michael began to feel suffocated, hiding insecurity behind a boisterous and confident persona. Now, years later he could still feel the sinking weight in his gut whenever someone called out to him, using the title “Hero of Orre”. And that’s all they saw Michael as, it had become his only identity. All these titles that they had enforced on his name. Cipher’s Biggest Threat. Hero of Orre. The Light of Orre. Purifying of Orre. Michael realised that this wasn’t who he chose to be, this was what Orre needed him to be. He often scoffed in memory of when he had first taken the role of saviour. No one had supported him, no one had accepted him. They had told him not to hurt himself, that the real hero would surely show. But Wes never showed and the region hung onto their only hope at peace again, despite it being a scrawny child who tooted along on his scooter. This time Michael hadn’t waited for Cipher to strike first. Months earlier he had received surprising news from Eldes. His brother Ardos, just as promised had resurrected a small portion of Cipher and was hellbent on delivering revenge upon Michael. The first thing that came to his mind was horror. Was it his fault that this was happening? Was his presence the reason the cause of it? Then the second wave of emotion hit. Pure unadulterated fury.  How dare he. How fucking dare he think he can come back and cause havoc. There was no way in hell he was going to let Ardos walk free after this. Michael immediately fell into action, closing the gym and packing his bags. For months he began uprooting any Cipher bases he came upon, dusting off the old snag machine. He fell into a routine. Search for bases and slam their asses into the ground before putting these morons in jail. Regardless of the dire situation, Michael couldn’t help but be amused at how much faster he was moving after ditching the sputtering scooter for his flaming steed. He was positive that Ardos had caught wind of him or at least news of someone eradicating all three bases. The closer he got to what seemed to be the headquarters, the denser the armed guards were. Ultimately it had done nothing to stop Michael. He was older now, experienced and much more powerful than he was as a naive teen. Albeit he had also grown into his false ego and brash persona. Honestly you’d have to be either an idiot or rash to ride up on a flaming unicorn at night during a siege? To Michael’s disappointment and amazement however, it seemed like they hadn’t picked up on his arrival. Using the map Gorigan had supplied him with, he was able to sneak in and around the pyramid shaped factory. In the past, Michael would have fairly challenged each grunt and Peon to a battle. Now, with rage constantly bubbling under his skin he took a rather physical approach. The constant thump of unconscious bodies hitting the ground became a rhythm to him, striking the Cipher cunts (as he so lovingly nicknamed them) underneath their helmets and on the back of their necks.  After about thirty minutes of knocking out, tying up and defeating grunts, Michael wiped the sweat off his brow and checked the radar his pride and joy younger sister had invented for any moving targets. There were a grand total of four, two on the fifth floor and one outside? He frowned in puzzlement. He was almost 100% certain he had taken out every grunt patrolling the outskirts of the factory, so who the hell was that? Without much thought what a shocker, he jogged towards a nearby window before catapulting out of it and landing haphazardly from the second floor to the ground floor. In the distance, he could see a figure wandering the back of the factory and squinted. There was a pokemon with the trainer, but he couldn’t tell what it was. The person itself was tall and stayed in the shadows, cautiously gazing around. He hadn’t let one of the thugs sneak past him had he? No, that was unlikely. Then he noticed their clothes fluttering in the soft breeze. Was that...a lab coat or one of those weird dresses Ardos and Eldes wore? (In the back of his mind, Eldes’ annoyed voice rang: it’s not a dress Michael. It’s a robe). Hopefully it was just an R&D he could scare away. Having knocked out and tied up literally every thug in the entire factory, he didn’t bother keeping his voice lowered. It didn’t matter if he caught Ardos’ attention, the green haired maggot wasn’t one to flee. In fact he was pretty sure that if he made enough noise, Ardos would come to him, to attempt this idiotic revenge plan he had tried brewing.  What he hadn’t expected was the trainer to spin him around and hiss at him like a seviper. The words didn’t register in Michael’s mind until after he expertly twisted the arm cagin him, so that it released him and ducked away from the trainer. Then the freight train hit him. Zeus, his jolteon had also taken the defensive when an Umbreon lunged forward to defend it’s trainer, golden rings illuminating both heroes. There he stood, irritated on alert and in person. The one person who was simultaneously Michael’s hero and the cause of his suffering. The person Michael aspired to be, despite knowing he could never be like him. Like Wes Wagner. And then the panic set in. Michael’s mind raced a mile a minute, taking another cautionary step back and gripping the radar so tight the screen cracked and bit into his palm. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.  Wait no, don’t freak out. Maybe it’s not really Wes, maybe it’s that one imposter from before- what’s his face? Fine? Fein? But Fein didn’t have an Umbreon. Holy shit what do I do? It’s actually Wes Wagner. Do I punch him? No, that’s probably a bad idea. Should I hug him? Do I get an autograph? And then a sudden urge of horror gripped his throat. The dark mantra that had plagued him for years began whispering, cackling in delight at his revelation. If Wes was here, was Michael even needed anymore? Was there even a reason for his existence? Why would anyone need him anymore if Wes was back? They wouldn’t, it was the simple answer. Everyone would leave him. He was sure that even Ardos would forget about him the moment he found out Wes Wagner was here. He was useless now, it was like comparing a candle to the sun. No. No I refuse to give up like this. This is my one true chance to prove I’m not just a worthless clone, a cheap knockoff. 

“Oh my apologies great one, it’s not my fault your badass coat looked like Ardos’ fucking dress in the dark! And really, you’re efficient and superior ability to sneak around the building looked an awful lot like the pattern the guards use when patrolling.” Michael felt like smacking himself. He totally just complimented Wes, twice didn’t he? Curse his inner fanboy. 

“And chill the fuck out, if you had gotten here an hour earlier you could have helped knock out all the morons. Now if you’ll excuse me, it was an honor meeting you and I’m-”, not a fan. Do NOT tell him you’re a huge fan, “a huge fan, but I need to kick Ardos’ ass off a building”.

Goddamn it, I can’t ever do anything right, can I? Michael shoved his bloodied fist in his pocket and jogged towards a back door, taking out a spare key Gorigan had so kindly gifted him and quietly opened the door. He was hoping that just maybe Wes would see that he had this covered and would go back to...where it was he came from. But really, since when did Michael’s wishes ever come true?

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He never thought he’d have to deal with this shit again. He was certainly prepared for it – so much so that when news broke out about the return of Cipher, all he could do was rest his hand on his forehead and heave a disappointed sigh – but dammit, it’s not like he wanted this to happen. This was the third time now – three times… far too many; two times more than was absolutely excessive by now. He was beyond frightened; he was beyond angry; he was just… fucking tired. And it was sad, too; he once thought of Cipher as the more advanced group – they, who created the technology that would be able to trap negative emotions of abuse and neglect and torture within a Pokemon and hold it down by chains, and prompt that animalistic, angry fight-or-flight response in them perpetually; Cipher did that. They created a disgusting research lab that monitored their abuse scientifically – studied the dark auras that radiated off of these Pokemon they had afflicted. They had Snagem under their thumb – those buffoons who’d decided they’d do just about anything for Cipher if it meant they could steal their fill and sell off the rest to the Under’s black market where those hostile Pokemon would be released to the masses to create chaos. Snagem, who, compared to Cipher’s brilliance, seemed like a bunch of fucking chimps running circles around their masters for a banana. Cipher had that much power. That much prestige. That much reach. That. Much. Genius.

And they were all just dumbasses like the rest of them.

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Michael watched on in amusement as the stranger seemed to panic. He glanced back down at the unconscious Team Rocket grunt and stroked his chin as he began to formulate a plan. The poor girl probably thought he was some thuggish criminal that beat two Rocket fiends into a wall to steal stolen pokemon. He probably needed to clear up the situation before she called the cops.

Grabbing the grunt, he casually lifts him up and slugs him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and slowly approaches the stranger. Normally, if he was in Orre and this happened he never had to worry about getting in trouble for self defense. His region knew what kind of scum crawled up from the crime riddled cities they had, but Kanto seemed different. The law enforcement here weren’t complete morons and they had a sense of order over their region. Maybe Orre’s police force could learn a few things from them.

 Despite the fact he was carrying a grown man over his shoulder, Michael flashed her a friendly smile and leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Alright.You didn’t see anything. That’s fair. But you wouldn’t leave lost and confused tourist on his own to find the police station would you?” He fluttered his eyelashes at her, internally hoping she’d just give in and help him.

He really didn’t want to lugging around this fool all day while trying to find the police station and causing a bigger misunderstanding. Why was it that his vacations were never peaceful?  Giving his poor victim a once over, he deduced that she was a normal citizen. She might be a trainer, seeing as she had pokeballs in her possession, but she didn’t seem the battling type. He eyed her umbrella warily as he continued to speak, praying she didn’t decided to just smack him upside the head with it.

“Honestly I don’t know just how much you saw, but I promise I’m on your side- unless you’re on Team Rocket as well, then we might have a problem.”

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Michael was in awe. Everything in Kanto was so vivid, so lively compared to Orre. The region was vibrant and so full of energy, beautiful lush fields of green grass and dense forests surrounding bustling cities. He couldn’t believe how peaceful everything seemed, especially compared to The Under. He had almost assumed that Kanto was free of pesky criminals. That was until he entered Saffron city finding himself suddenly cornered in an alley. Two gruff men with ridiculous black and white uniforms that branded a bright red R, blocked his exit. They crossed their arms, trying to loom over him menacingly, sneering at him as one opened his mouth, nasally voice trying to seem threatening. “Hey kid, if you know what’s good for you’ll give up your pokemon. If you don’t be ready to suffer the conseque-” Sadly, he was abruptly cut off by the sound of laughter. Michael’s laughter. The grunts looked at each other in confusion, watching as Michael bent over giggling and gasping for air. They uncrossed their arms and took two steps forward, attempting to intimidate him. Recovering his composure, Michael heaved a sigh and wiped tears out his eyes as he smirked at the grunts.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed that hard in awhile!” He swiftly lunged forward and slammed his fist into the jaw of the one on the right, watching as his body crumpled to the asphalt and passed out. The grunt on the left squeaked in surprise and attempted to flee, before getting pulled back by his collar and finding himself slammed into the wall. Michael realised he had been naive to assume that Kanto would be a peaceful paradise, it was just so different from Orre he had forgotten the reality of life. There would always be criminals like Cipher and Snagem terrorizing innocent people. Michael leaned forward and whispered into the grunt’s ear, his voice steely with irritation.

“You listen here, Bud. You’ll give me all the Pokemon you’ve stolen or you’ll end up like our pal on the ground, understood?” Pleased with the grunts pathetic whimpering he released him and accepted the stolen pokeballs, snorting in amusement as he watched the grunt scamper off in fear. He turned his gaze to the unconscious grunt and sighed, kneeling beside him, poking his cheek to see if he’d awaken.

“Now what am I supposed to do with you?” Suddenly aware of a presence behind him, Michael tilted his head backwards and vaguely wondered what this scene looked like.

“What is it with meeting people in dark alleys in Kanto? Is this a normal occurrence?”

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Michael was in awe. Everything in Kanto was so vivid, so lively compared to Orre. The region was vibrant and so full of energy, beautiful lush fields of green grass and dense forests surrounding bustling cities. He couldn’t believe how peaceful everything seemed, especially compared to The Under. He had almost assumed that Kanto was free of pesky criminals. That was until he entered Saffron city finding himself suddenly cornered in an alley. Two gruff men with ridiculous black and white uniforms that branded a bright red R, blocked his exit. They crossed their arms, trying to loom over him menacingly, sneering at him as one opened his mouth, nasally voice trying to seem threatening. “Hey kid, if you know what’s good for you’ll give up your pokemon. If you don’t be ready to suffer the conseque-” Sadly, he was abruptly cut off by the sound of laughter. Michael’s laughter. The grunts looked at each other in confusion, watching as Michael bent over giggling and gasping for air. They uncrossed their arms and took two steps forward, attempting to intimidate him. Recovering his composure, Michael heaved a sigh and wiped tears out his eyes as he smirked at the grunts.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed that hard in awhile!” He swiftly lunged forward and slammed his fist into the jaw of the one on the right, watching as his body crumpled to the asphalt and passed out. The grunt on the left squeaked in surprise and attempted to flee, before getting pulled back by his collar and finding himself slammed into the wall. Michael realised he had been naive to assume that Kanto would be a peaceful paradise, it was just so different from Orre he had forgotten the reality of life. There would always be criminals like Cipher and Snagem terrorizing innocent people. Michael leaned forward and whispered into the grunt’s ear, his voice steely with irritation.

“You listen here, Bud. You’ll give me all the Pokemon you’ve stolen or you’ll end up like our pal on the ground, understood?” Pleased with the grunts pathetic whimpering he released him and accepted the stolen pokeballs, snorting in amusement as he watched the grunt scamper off in fear. He turned his gaze to the unconscious grunt and sighed, kneeling beside him, poking his cheek to see if he’d awaken.

“Now what am I supposed to do with you?” Suddenly aware of a presence behind him, Michael tilted his head backwards and vaguely wondered what this scene looked like.

“What is it with meeting people in dark alleys in Kanto? Is this a normal occurrence?”

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🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

Michael thought back to this morning.“I tend to just strike dumb poses and do impressions!”He stood in front of the mirror, blanking before swiftly striking a ridiculous pose and bursting out laughing. He then stood tall and stoic, looking calm and observant, before saying in his best Wes impersonation.“Michael why are you like this?” Once again he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

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🌈 - What makes you happy?“Definitely my family! My mother Lily and my younger sister Jovi have been supporting me all my life. Without their love and encouragement, I may not have been able to conquer my fears and defeat Cipher like I did!”

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Send “My hero” for my muse to save your muse from danger.

Send “Heroic” for the reverse. Bonus: Say “My masked hero” for my muse to be a real superhero OR send “Masked heroic” for your muse to be a real superhero.

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Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!

💄 - How do you feel about makeup, would you/do you wear it?

♀ - How feminine are you?

♂ - How masculine are you?

💓 - What’s your sex?

💎 - What is your sexuality?

🎈 - What’s your gender?

🔑 - Do you kin with anyone/anything?

❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?

💕 - Have you ever thought of sex/gender change?

🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?

🍓 - Where is it okay for friends to touch?

🍒 - Where is it okay for lovers to touch?

🍄 - Where is it okay for strangers to touch?

🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?

🌈 - What makes you happy?

🌪 - Do you have depressing thoughts? If so, what are the scariest?

💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?

👒 - Don’t be shy, what’s your personal style?

🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

🐦 - What do/would you post to your social media?

🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.

🍩 - How do you feel about yourself?

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Starter Call

Once again, Leo here! This a starter call for the Hot Mess, who is Michael. His thread cap is three, right now. Let me know if you’d like to thread with him by liking this post or messaging me on discord and tumblr! Here is some information on my redheaded hothead. Bio Backstory Team

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Light of Orre

Michael, gym leader and self-proclaimed guardian of Orre.

(Face Claim: Mumei Shokatsu from Cheating Craft) (Voice Claim:  Shulk from XenoBlade Chronicles)

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I fell in love with being defiant.

Cuckoo (via justanotherrpmusing)

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