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       Kanto’s Route 14 was a pleasant coastal road: the breeze blew strong and the waves pounded the rocky barrier wall.  It was not much different from Olivine City’s coast, really.  Above all, she came here to relax.  Relax and take her Garchomp on a much-needed rampage.

      The dragon had reached a crucial stage in his life.  Even though Garchomp was able to roam the mountains and caves around Blackthorn, he became restless.  He roared, challenged the other dragons, destroyed large boulders, shredded trees.  Nothing he did seemed to work.

      Clair was on edge.  She finally ordered Sebastian to look into the matter.  He’d returned several days later with a solution: Garchomp needed to spread his wings and fly.  Clair didn’t know that the species could fly.   In the end she chose Kanto’s Route 14.  Its road was sparsely-traveled and straight as an arrow.  The perfect runway.

      When it came to flight, the dragon was a natural.  Clair needn’t have worried.  She watched him run himself ragged over the course of an hour before calling it quits.  “Well done,” she told him, patting his snout when he drew near.  Garchomp let out a tired but satisfied growl and sat back on his haunches.  When his stomach gurgled, Clair smiled.   He was finally back to normal.  “Let’s get some food,” she suggested, running a hand along his rough scales.

       The dragon was on his feet in an instant, ready for whatever came next.  He scanned the area with gold eyes, his gaze like steel.  Clair loved his endurance. After all that training, he bounced back like it was nothing.  Garchomp was the epitome of what it meant to be a dragon.   They walked back down the path to Fuchsia City, enjoying the silent company.  It wasn’t often that they could walk together with such—

        Suddenly Garchomp stopped in his tracks, his attention elsewhere.  He rose to his full height, nose high in the air.  A low growl rumbled deep in his throat.  Wha—?  Before Clair had a chance to stop him, the dragon ran off, jaws salivating.

       With so many Trainers this side of Fuchsia, Clair feared his hunger would lead him to eat another one of their Pokémon on accident.  She grimaced, remembering what happened last time.  That’s not going to happen, she assured herself, sprinting off after Garchomp.  Clair followed him down a beaten path, losing sight of him behind thick hedges.

       Next time I’ll pack a lunch, she grumbled, fighting against brambles.  The thorny branches scratched at the healing scars on her arms.  She winced but kept going, for who knew what remained behind the brush.  What if he’d already done it?  Deep growls affirmed Garchomp’s presence.  Better hurry.

        Clair burst through the thicket with no time to spare.  Smack dab in the middle of Garchomp’s jaws was a small Pokemon.  Its head peeked out from between the sharp teeth, oblivious to the dangers it was in.  Garchomp held it awkwardly, his tongue pushing on the Pokemon’s lower half.  Drool pooled on the ground below them in thick globs.

       This wasn’t good.  If its Trainer found them like this, they’d think she’d ordered her dragon to have a midday snack.  One gulp would send the Pokemon deep into Garchomp’s belly forever.  “Drop it,” Clair ordered, pointing a finger at the ground.  The dragon stared at her and growled.  He was hungry.  She frowned and pointed again.   Garchomp relented with an irritated snort.

       The Pokemon fell to the ground in a heap.  It rolled over slowly, right into the growing puddle of drool.  Clair stood dumbfounded staring at it.  She thought she spotted a thin gash from where Garchomp’s teeth held it.  Whoever this Pokemon belonged to wasn’t going to be happy…

Today was one of those rare days when Green gathered his research notebooks, slid on the white lab coat and spent hours observing Pokemon in their natural habitats. Route 15 bustled with life as usual, trainers enjoying the coastal breeze wafting from route 14. Children ran about, teenage girls giggling as they spoke in hushed whispers as Green passed by. Eevee strolled proudly next to her trainer, mewing to no one in particular.  It didn’t take long to locate the perfect spot for observing Ditto.. 

Apparently it didn’t take long either for his Eevee to scamper away.  Green only noticed when his soft calls went unanswered, only the gentle rustling of leaves filling his ears. Again, he called. No answer. Peeling his eyes from the notebook, the male cursed. Shit. She ran off again. He should have been more attentive, should have placed her on his lap. Even with the abundance of trainers, wild pokemon were still unforgiving. So he ran. He calmly asked passerby's if they’d seen an Eevee because if there was one thing he refused, it was panicking. With bits of information he soon found himself nearing the connection between both route 15 and 14. Panting heavily, his brown eyes scanned the perimeter of the area. 

Nothing prepared him for what he was seeing. There, in a thick pool of slobber, was his Eevee. Garchomp seemed hungry- no, fucking starving. As much as his pokemon should have been trembling and whimpering, she simply perked at the mere sight of him before bouncing over. Green grimaced at her state, sliding off his coat and carefully wrapping Eevee. 

‘Breathe in seven, out eleven. It’s your fault for not paying attention to her.’  All thoughts of throwing a harsh comment fizzed into thin air when brown eyes met with fierce sky blue. Her appearance was more than enough to alert him of who she was, no formalities needed to be exchanged. Green sighed, clutching his companion closer to himself as he mumbled, “Clair.. mind explaining why ya got a starving Garchomp on the prowl?” 

Helping Hand ║ Clair & Green

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“When did I say it was good to see you?” Fire mumbled to himself. Fire turned to his Pikachu on his shoulder, giving the pokemon a nod. After given the approval, Pikachu eagerly jumped to the ground to play with his friend. Despite the rocky relationship between the trainers, Fire thought it was nice that their pokemon still got along.

Fire’s face showed nothing but annoyance as Green put his arm around his shoulder. Fire’s eyebrow rose as he listened to Green ramble about the changing world. “How can you not like change?” Fire asked, confused about what Green was saying “If things never changed, we’d still be two losers who have nothing better to do them visit their backwaters hometown from time to time…” Fire paused, looking around for a second. “Oh wait!” Fire gave an exaggerated gesture towards the town, trying to prove his point. 

“Excuse you?” Fire said, taken aback by the insult. He was no stranger to Green’s teasing, however never expected to hear an insult about his abilities in battle after he had proven himself so many time. “Even if I wasn’t on top of my game, I’d still be better than you!”

Green  couldn’t help but coo mockingly, “I can low-key sense that you did miss me, F-i-r-e.” He snickered at his expression, though his teasing died down as he gazed upon their partners scrambling about.  “It’s not that I don’t appreciate change, just... some things are too good to change, y’know? Can’t really explain it, but... yeah.” The gym leader rolled his eyes at Fire’s sarcasm and flicked his forehead lightly just like old times. “Perk up a lil’, you bag of salt. Should take up my offer to come with me to Alola.. maybe you can snatch yourself a girlfriend while we’re there.. maybe ya might even see Leaf.” At that, Eevee let go a tiny growl and promptly nipped him good as if to say shut up and be nice. Backing off for now, he hummed back in response. 

“Oh really? Ya sure ‘bout that? I bet I can beat you any day.. a lot has changed over the years, y’know?”

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Giovanni maintained a placid smile as Green spoke, keeping his temper in check even in the face of his disrespect. He wasn’t deterred by the comeback; Giovanni’s specialty was taking words and twisting them, and Green’s statement left him open to another insult. “How wonderful,” he said, pointedly ignoring the ‘heated’ accusation. “It’s not as enjoyable as being Champion was, I’m sure, but a gym isn’t a bad consolation prize. Having the League’s pity is a somewhat unconventional way to inherit the position, however. Most trainers do something impressive to take a gym.”

Too petty? Maybe. Really, pointless bickering like this was so beneath him. He ought to make one last parting shot before walking out and hopefully never crossing paths with Green again. But the vindictive part of him wanted to get under Green’s skin. It wouldn’t accomplish anything productive, but it would reaffirm how vastly superior he was to Viridian’s current leader.

Giovanni shrugged. “I suppose even the mediocre among us need role models. It would certainly explain why there are now so many more Earth Badges in circulation.” While he genuinely believed the 'consolation prize’ line was fact, that one was more of an educated guess—also known as pure bullshit. Giovanni hadn’t been in Kanto long enough to stay on top of how many league challengers there were, but he couldn’t imagine the distribution of the badge was the same as when he’d been the one giving it away. A victory against him had been a rare thing; to have one was a true badge of honor. Green’s leadership had undoubtedly robbed the Earth Badge of that previous value. The Elite Four were probably enjoying it, though—more challengers that way. How depressing.

Normally, this sort of banter did not directly bother Green. He considered himself above juvenile behavior such as shit-talking or petty insults. Granted, this was partially due in part to his natural cockiness. But having that said, there was a list of things that struck quite a nerve with him. And for some reason, whether it be due to the way this crime boss stood there so condescendingly, or because of his own hot-hotheadedness, this was one thing that did not sit well with him. 

With a sharp inhale, he shuffled slightly forward, almost hesitating to take a step. He once again subconsciously squeezed the cup of searing coffee in his hand; he’d only had the chance to take a few sips, so it was still rather full, thus a few drops of the black liquid seeped from the gap between the brim and the lid, slightly burning his hand. Not that he noticed - he was letting his irritability momentarily trump his voice of reason.

“Now listen here,” Green spat, his voice slightly laced with hostility. “Say what you will about me, I don’t give a damn. But you don’t get room to say anything about my position as a gym leader. Unlike you, I had to work hard to get where I am. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth or with the power already in my hands.” As if to punctuate his words, a sudden, sharp night gust breezed past. His brown eyes remained unwavering as he simply stared at Giovanni head-on; his previous words had hints of aggression, but his face was stoic, stone-cold.

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He watched the other, his eyes sticking to their natural and dark color for a while as he panted heavily, his mind incapble of thought as his chest rose and fell with every deep and quick breath he needed to keep his head and body in place.

Gods, he didn’t even have enough energy to move the slick black hair that feel onto his face and poked at his eyes. That uncomforable feeling was the last of his worries.

This boy’s petrified expression didn’t surprise him. Who wouldn’t be disturbed in that situation? Perhaps a person he used to know would laugh at his current misery but luckily this young man was different.

He watched the boy hurry away, half starting to doubt that he’ll just leave the pitiful Hex Maniac to his bloody doom. He didn’t know but he could stall for time.

Quietly, his left hand moved to the right arm’s forearm, barely moving the sleevee up before he would start scrathcing across the skin, hard. 

It hurt. It hurt so badly but it affected the damn thing intruding his body, and that was more than enough of a reason to keep at it until he drew blood under his nails. Until the familiar figure came back, a canister of white crystal substance. So he would live after all.

“Do I look like it either? Just..”

He forced the abused hand closer, and gods the screaming in his head that the ghost was producing hurt more than those cuts. But that’s about to change.

“Just pour some.. Over the wounds. The damn ghost will leave due to the pain if that’s the last thing I can do.”

And that was when his hands started trembling, the injured arm almost moving on his own as it tried to escape the awaiting pain while Yokai fought to keep it in place with all the strength he could muster.

“Don’t! Stop it! You won’t-”

“Do it, and quick.”

The voices switched, but the difference was quite evidant, however talking and panicking is far from everything this thing will do soon.

Sweat began to bead at his forehead, the lump in his throat quickly swallowed as he gathered himself mentally. This is so fucked up, he thought, this is so fucking fucked up. This situation reminded him of those stupid scenes in cheesy horror flicks, over dramatic acting and shitty CGI.  But no. 

This was far from fake. And right now, he didn’t trust his voice to reply.

Uncapping the canister, Green willed his hands to not tremble as the contents poured onto fresh wounds, wincing whenever he got a hiss of pain or screech in reply.  While his own body wasn’t harmed, his wrists began to ache with a dull pain just from watching. Once satisfied he poured enough, he placed the canister safely to his side. Some part of him wished this would be it, wished for this boy to suddenly return to normal and let him be on his way after getting them somewhere safer. 

Green knew better. Challenges such as these never were easy. Eyebrows furrowed as if some concern was present, his calculated gaze never faltered, hand looming over the salt just in case. It unnerved him when those voices would switch.

Don't go phantom || OPEN

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Ah, Driftveil. It’d been quite sometime since Green visited- not since the PWT. When that portion of the city first opened, it’d been bustling with trainers and leaders from all around. Hell, even champions came to blow off some steam. Now with it being so late, many were tucked away in the safety of their homes, the gentle rustling of leaves and occasional footsteps providing the only sounds. Aimlessly walking while deep in thought, he never once noticed the transition from city to forest. Thick foliage tickled the edges of a clean dirt path, the stream calm as ever. Again, no one else here besides him and the few pokemon scattering about. Just as the gym leader was drinking in his new surroundings, that’s when he caught sight of them. Skin so... pale, eyes flickering between an eerie glow to something natural. They looked to be in pain.  What the fuck, he thought. What the actual fuck. Now, Green witnessed many things in his life. Witnessed pretty fucked up things, but this? This took the cake. It wasn’t everyday you just happen upon some fucking possessed, delirious person asking you to basically perform an exorcism of sorts. Now, he could just be that guy and walk away like he never saw anything... but, he could also be that guy to gape for a few seconds before trotting away and coming back with a canister of salt.....  .... So, holding the salt tight, he breathed in thickly and gathered his composure. Like hell he’d show any sign of nervousness. Green didn’t know what even compelled him to help in the first place, but there was no turning back now. Besides, backing down from a challenge was unbecoming of him. 

“Ya sure y’know what the fuck you’re doing? Hate to break it to ya, but I ain’t exactly priest material.”

Don't go phantom || OPEN

It was nothing new to hear about ghosts possessing or controlling humans, yet this was a situation Yokai himself never expected to find himself in.

He knew it was possible but he always thought the day would never come.

It was an unimaginable strain on his body and mind, he felt sick, weak and not like himself. His limbs were hard to move, it was like he couldn’t feel them. They would move on their own accord, and when he could move them on his own, they hurt. It was as if his body was made of concrete.

“Don’t go phantom, I’m in love with you! I’ll do anything you want me to do~!”

The disgusting words escaped his throat through a honeyed tone of voice. It was like a chant that would repeat over and over again every time he gave up struggling for even just a moment to rest his psyche.

So this was the end huh? There wasn’t anyone to save him now, so did this mean he was going to be led away to die in a dark forest on a moonless night? What a fitting death for someone like him.

Yet he was unwilling to join the creature’s list of victims just yet. And luckily, there was someone in his sight who could help if the Gods were merciful enough.

Gathering what little strength and will left to fight he had, Yokai moved his heavy and aching body towards the person, his eyes glowing unnaturally, yet they seemed to flicker back to their natural state from time to time.

“Please..” His voice was hoarse, his tone filled with pain and strained. And even so he pleaded pathetically. “Please, if you have any mercy left in your damned soul, get some salt and get this thing out of me.”

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Okay, but no one warned us.

@irracundia  

He should have listened. 

He should have fucking listened.  The receptionist warned him. The giggling girls warned him. Hell, even Red warned him. But no, it went in one ear and out the other, those warnings falling on deaf ears. Now, in his own defense which was probably idiotic, nobody gave him a heads up. (Yeah, keeping telling yourself that bud.)  Poni Island was huge. Enormous. Much of the land was uninhabited, wildlife and vegetation spreading as far the eye could see. Besides Seafolk Village and the Battle Tree, there wasn’t really much human activity. Sure, you’d run into the occasional ace trainer or tourists, but other than that.. nothing. Even then they had maps and some type of basic knowledge about the damn place. Green Oak? Zero. He’d only arrived two days ago and was still getting use to the region. Sure, the brunette could’ve been decent enough to wait patiently for a tour guide to arrive some hours earlier, but he was itching to explore. So, that’s how he found himself here from a stupid and rash choice on his part. That didn’t stop him from grumbling curses under his breath of no one warning him. Green was too much prideful and stubborn to admit yeah, he probably shouldn’t have drowned out their words with his own thoughts. After a couple hours of walking to dead ends and paths that led to miles upon miles of sea, it was more than a surprise to see someone.

Their face seemed almost familiar, but then again... the gym leader wasn’t one to keep tabs on every single individual he met. Maybe the Alolan heat was getting to him. Nevertheless, Green was just relieved to have human contact. 

“Lemme guess... no one warned ya either about this damn place?” 

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Fire was glad to be headed home. Nothing was better after spending weeks away from home in a far off region then walking along the familiar, never changing roads back to Pallet Town. Everything was the same as it had always been. As much as Fire loved his home town, he still wished things were a little different. Nothing about Pallet Town and the surrounding area had changed in the nineteen years Fire had been alive.

It was all a little disappointing to Fire. The unchanging town served as a reminder to how little Fire had changed. He wore the same clothes, had the same hairstyle, he had the same…everything. While the other kids from Pallet had done so much, such as become gym leaders or famous around the world, Fire was still Fire. He was still traveling, still training his Pokemon, and always returned home to the same, old Pallet Town.

Fire let out a small groan, he hadn’t expected to see Green. He certainly hadn’t expected an annoying greeting and the unwanted comment.

“Not everyone can go to Alola and get a tan whenever they want! Besides, I get plenty of sun.” Fire snapped, letting the comment get to him more than he should have. While it was true that Fire was pale, that was more his natural skin tone rather than a lack of sun. Either way, Fire was never going to let Green tell him how much time he should spend outside.

Ah, it never failed to make him snort on how easy Fire was to agitate. That teasing side of Green hadn’t let up after all these years. “Yeah yeah, s’good to see you too. Alola ain’t nearly as fun without ya... plus, Eevee here has been whining non-stop to see that damn Pikachu of yours.” The gym leader shook his head at the little ones antics and unceremoniously slung an arm over the younger’s shoulder in a mock hug. 

“Y’know, kinda glad ya haven’t changed. Dunno, maybe that fucking jet lag still has me, but... eh, too much change is a drag.” The children were still running about, giggles only amplifying in volume, natures gentle breeze tickling their tiny faces. Pallet Town lied on the outskirts, a stark reminder of their past. A few homes and his grandpa’s lab.  A few moments passed in comfortable silence, his arm long gone from Fire’s shoulder. “Hm... I might just drag your ass next time with me. Explore around and battle like the good ol’days. I mean, someone has to make sure you’re still on top of your game.”

There it was. Another good moment ruined by Green Oak.

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It would figure that he would be unable to take one step in Viridian City without coming across his replacement. Not even half an hour in the city and he was already face to face with the one citizen he hated most. That was just his luck. He’d only stopped by out of an unfortunate feeling of nostalgia and the need to stay caffeinated on his flight to Johto; he’d be shipping off from Olivine early next morning. No rest for the wicked.

And apparently he wasn’t the only one planning on a late night. The coffee in Green’s hand matched his own, giving rise to a mixture of old memories and new disdain. He’d been the same way at Green’s age, with the added burden of his duties in Team Rocket; further proof that the kid was nothing but a poor imitation.

“Green Oak. What a surprise,” he said, just enough inflection to be ambiguously sardonic. “Still enjoying my gym?” It was meant as an easy jab, but the moment he spoke the words Giovanni felt a spike of actual bitterness. He hadn’t run it for years and he’d practically abandoned it near the end, but the Viridian Gym had been his. The Earth Badge was his. To know that someone so unworthy had taken his place was endlessly irritating, even after all this time.

He’d never dealt with Team Rocket himself personally; that job was left for his rival. If anything, Green avoided that responsibility for childish endeavors that lasted what, less than ten minutes? Yes, that past self  wasn’t something exactly to be marveled at, hell it left a lingering bitter taste. Some part of him also knew. It knew he’d never live up to be the grand gym leader Giovanni once was. A moment of self doubt, but a moment the brunette would never let someone like this old man see.

Green had too much pride.

It was a damn miracle the cup, which was held in a vice grip, didn’t give way. He merely raised an eyebrow, taking note of the silent jab that should have inflicted annoyance, perhaps even some form of anger. Yet those chocolate brown eyes stayed trained on the man before him, lips held in a thin line. “Oh? Ya getting heated over that still, hm? To answer your question, yes, I’m enjoying my gym.” A swift jab back. What can you say? Old habits die hard and besides- two could play at this game. Green held a respectable distance between them, although not nearly enough to ward away those abhorrent vibes. It seemed like tonight was going to be one hell of a roller-coaster.

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so I still owe a reply/starter for fire, gio, yokai and proton. still gotta plan a thread w/clair in the near future (my apologies for being gone orz)  if you’d like to thread w/me, just hmu in the messages and we can plan something out~ 

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my dashboard has really full of men wearing shirt-dresses threads lately… like a lot…. is it a new sensation or smth

anyways headcanon for today is green may look grumpy and independent outside but he actually has weird hobbies and red kinda finds out everything because he is his bro

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I forgot to post this before but here’s my attempt at drawing a manga panel ft. Green being a dick to Red

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source

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hmm

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route 1.

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Do you ever find yourself going back to where you started? Green did. In the years he’d been alive, some things never changed. Route 1 was one of them. The ledges were still there, the grass thicker in some parts and obscuring the path. Childish wonder burst through his veins as he walked down the familiar path, often stopping to admire little things.  This is where his journey began. 

This is where they took their first steps into the real world, the small group of friends from Pallet Town who had dreams. It seemed surreal to think that was only.. what, 9 years ago? 10? Time flowed rapidly. None of them were little kids any more.

Humming a soft tune, he watched with a piqued interest at various pokemon scurrying about, young children giggling as they chased, let loose. Some things never did change. Fire was one of those as well. Calm as ever, those crimson eyes which seemingly bore straight through you and trademark brown curls. That and Pikachu. Eevee loved to paw them gently, tail wagging with pure delight. 

Green often felt bad he couldn’t meet up more with his childhood friend, but he placed aside such thoughts for now. The day was fairly nice, a cool breeze tickling his exposed skin and sun providing pleasant warmth.

“Yo,” he purposely made it to sound annoying, “about time we meet up. Ya look a tad pale.. y’know, it’s essential to get a least an hour of sun.” 

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checkmate.

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Sunday evenings meant one thing- work. 

Nimble fingers threaded through mused locks, lips twitched in slight annoyance. No one ever said being a Gym Leader was easy work.. then again, he’d been putting off this load for almost a week. Tch. Not like it was his fault. Daisy had come up with the brilliant idea of dragging him away to Johto for some much needed, quote on quote, “sibling bonding time”. The ticking of his clock and pens scratches provided the only sounds in the otherwise silent office.  After 30 more minutes passed, Green let out a frustrated sound. To hell with this, he thought, I need some coffee. Viridian was one of those cities that went dead after 11, people bundled in their warm homes, safe from harms way. (Not that anything remotely dangerous occurred nowadays.)

So after purchasing his drink, the last person the brunette expected to see was him. In the years the man had been away, he seemed poised and regal as ever. Their aura was thick, silently commanding your respect and nothing less. Inhaling sharply, Green kept his composure and forced himself to not grip the cup tighter. 

“Been a while, Giovanni.”

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yo, call me vene! 22 and currently getting ready to start up my nursing program soon. I’ve been role-playing for... about 3, maybe 4 years now? (although I’ve been off the scene for a year) Muses tend to fluctuate, but Green is someone I find myself falling back on.  a n y w a y, this is a starter call. going to cap at 5 for right now. if you’d like to plot, feel free to message me! other than that, starters will vary in lengths.

thanks a bunch for reading~!