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Yeah, Piers wasn't really sure what about him said "scary dog" either aside from his surly attitude when he got some drinks in him, but if it made his friends feel safe, who was he to question it? Truthfully, it was probably because he had a big scary dog in Pistol.

He hummed a bit, looking out the store window at the storm. The wind was loud as hell, and the way the trees bent and swayed was a little unsettling. But they were still standing, and none of the buildings seemed to be worse for wear, and what he could see through the sheets of water, the clouds were moving swiftly.

Storm'll probably pass quick enough.

"Ah, yeah, that'd probably be good. With the way the wind's going out there, it'll be a miracle if the roads aren't obstructed by debris." PIers slid down the wall to crouch next to Ree, keeping his hair off the floor by draping it over a shoulder. "How's bein' Champion treatin' ya? Hopefully they're not piling too many responsibilities on ya."

Oh. That makes sense — a lot of tourists have weddings and parties for that kind of stuff in Alola. Ree has crashed more than their fair share, mostly for the free food. Seeing someone like Piers being a ‘scary dog’ is… kind of funny, actually. He’s more of an exhausted poochyena than anything.

Ree fishes out a bag of takis and opens it, popping a handful in their mouth. They chew and swallow before shrugging.

“I made sure it was waterproof when I bought it,” they say casually — and of course they did. It wouldn’t do any good for their chair to get rusted from po town’s constant rain. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Ain’t no problem… maybe I’ll fold it up an’ use my Flygon to ride home, though.”

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Mister... am I really old enough to start getting called that by folks?

It wasn't like the fact that he rarely got sun was helping him beat the old man in a young man's body allegations. He sighed, holding up his own bag to mirror Ree's gesture, only in greeting rather than as a form of explanation.

"Fair enough. Not much can beat convenience store cravings."

Piers leaned up against the wall next to Ree, pulling out a chicken wrap he'd grabbed from a neighboring store. As he opened up the wrap, he answered Ree's question. "One of my friends's friends is getting married soon and I got dragged along to be the 'scary dog' for the bachelorette party." He didn't sound thrilled about it, but, truthfully, he didn't mind all that much.

He rather liked being relied on, even if mostly he was just spending the week making sure everyone was hydrated and holding people's hair back while they puked up the previous nights bad choices.

He chewed on a mouthful of wrap before adding, "The storm came on pretty quick... your wheelchair gonna be okay gettin' you home once this passes?"

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Ree could take the storm. They really could. It’s not like they aren’t used to a little bit of rain, what with living in the cursed town where it never stops storming.

The new champion had initially stopped in the store to grab some snacks. They were just finishing paying when the thunder roared, and Ree sort of snorted when they saw everyone flinch except for themself.

They could have taken this storm! They really could. It’s not that far from home, and King Bowser is used to a little bit of rain. But the owner, Miss Nanako, started to fuss; that they shouldn’t be braving the thunder and lightning in their condition, and they were in their wheelchair and the risk of damage was pretty great, and … Ree can never argue with Miss Nanako, because she always looks the other way when they slip a few unpaid snacks in their pockets.

(Old habits die hard.)

The sight of Piers is a surprise, though. Ree wheels themself over — a good thing about being in this chair is that people always give them room to move — and gives a nod, holding up the bag containing their goodies.

“Even champions get cravings,” they say with a wry grin. “What are you doin’ back in Alola, Mister?”

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2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm

list of scenarios // ACCEPTING

"Well... this might as well happen." Piers muttered under his breath as he stood by the window of the convenience store that he and several other tourists and residents had taken shelter in as the tropical storm swept in. A bag of Pokemon-safe snacks hung from his wrist, though it was practically half-filled with water with as quick as the weather turned.

He looked and felt like a drowned rat, but was arguably the least stressed out by the situation than the other non-residents seemed to be. It wasn't like being stressed out would do any good. Spikemuth had its own fair share of nasty storms and weather due to it being a coastal city, so it really wasn't anything that phased him.

At least the power was holding up better than it did back home.

Of course, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the power went out.

He sighed, shoulders falling.

"... Probably should have knocked on wood as soon as I thought that. Hopefully Pistol's holdin' down the fort... I shoulda brought more than just Kobrakidd..." He sighed, moving away from the crowd to try and wring his hair out in peace.

It was then that he noticed a familiar face in the store, though he struggled to remember their name and where they'd met. Right. That was the kid that told him he should get his "sweaty dog" out of the sun. And also the new Champion in Alola. He mostly remembered them for the sweaty dog comment for some reason.

"... Ree? Kinda surprised to see the resident Champion here." He greeted them, long hair gripped in both hands in mid-wring.

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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

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Listen... Brassius is an artistic soul and I just want to believe he is a Piers fan okay

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continued from here // @skullkxd

Piers snorted. It was a sound of bitter amusement. He definitely understood that that sort of habit was hard to break. Even now, he sometimes found himself rationing food even though it had been years since he'd needed to; it wasn't something that could be broken easily. There was always the worry that there wouldn't be enough, that one day it would all vanish.

That was always a scary thing, the thought of ending up at rock bottom. He knew that because he'd been there more than he cared to admit.

At least this kid seemed to have a support network if this teacher of theirs was anywhere near as good as this kid seemed to think she was.

Piers took Ree's hand, his grip much less firm than it had been when he'd caught them stealing, and shook it lightly. "I get it, there's no hard feelin's. I ain't the type to hold a grudge." That was bold-faced a lie. He held grudges like no other, just not against kids. "Your teacher sounds like the kinda person I could kick back with, though. She got an album or somethin' I can sign for her?"

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they hold out a box of cookies for him. They’re (mostly) normal — maybe one or two chili cheese cookies thrown in the mix.

“My teacher scolded me for not knowin’ who you are. And, I mean, I’m sorry I tried to steal your wallet too. Just tryin’ to get by, yknow? Uh. I’m not very good at knowin’ people outside Alola. I’m getting better at it. I ‘preciate you stick it to the man an’ your music is cool. My teacher is also a big fan of yours, so… can I get your autograph for her?”

Confused, Piers accepted the cookies, eyeing them curiously... and them looking away with some amount of embarrassment on his face. For him, not the kid. He didn't blame them for not knowing who he was, and he wasn't even that upset about nearly having his wallet stolen. Piers got it; he grew up poor as shit and had stolen his own fair share of wallets prior to - and after - his stint as Champion.

So he honestly just forgot about it.

"Oh, uh, you don't gotta apologize or anything, I appreciate the cookies though. I get it. I grew up doin' whatever I needed to do to get by, so I'm not that fussed about the wallet thing." Piers toyed idly with a lock of his hair out of mild embarrassment. "An' I'm pretty indie, it ain't really a surprise you didn't know who I was."

How the hell did this kid's teacher know about him... Raihan was in charge of the social media stuff for him, Piers didn't get that shit at all so he really didn't know where his music ended up.

"But, uh, yeah. I can give ya an autograph for her. She's welcome to hit me up if she sees me around too."

Oh god, his face was burning up it felt like. He was always so awkward and embarrassed when it came to fans.

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"... Is someone talkin' about me?" His ears are burning something fierce. "How am I supposed to keep my high like this?"

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"Yeah... my big sweaty dog. He's a badger, actually, an' I did give him one... not really sure what he did with it though..." Piers gave Pistol a look, and the Obstagoon just huffed and adjusted his hat while looking incredibly proud of himself. Don't look so smug when you lost it already and right after I told ya not to let it go... Please say you didn't chew it up... You're smarter than that, right?

Pistol absolutely was not smarter than that. Any other Obstagoon probably would be, but not him.

That was the face of a Pokemon who definitely used the cooling pad as a chew toy in the five minutes that Piers spent asking for directions to their luggage.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "Fair enough. Just don't try an' steal from me again. All you'd get is a matchbook an' gum wrappers an' maybe five bucks. I ain't worth targeting."

The blond rubs their wrist, trying to soothe that ache away, before they huff softly. Ree can’t help but roll their eyes at the impromptu lecture… it’s nothing they haven’t heard before.

“Sorry. Thought you were a good mark.”

At least they're honest about it. The eevee at their side hisses at the Obstagoon, ready to bite or scratch if necessary, but Ree … actually doesn’t look too fussed?

“You should be more careful when comin’ to places that have a high amount of tourists. Don’t keep your wallet in your pants pocket unless it has a zipper. An’ don’t leave your shit somewhere when you’re on the beach, though…” they stare at his pale complexion for a bit. “I dunno if that’s actually something you’d wanna do.”

A pause.

“Also, takin’ me to the cops isn’t gonna be very useful. You can if you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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011, the last train compartment that's not full.

set the scene meme // ACCEPTING

The train from Wyndon to Spikemuth was always a quiet ride for Piers; League-related meetings with the former Champion-turned-Chairman were far less painful than they had been back when Rose was in power, but due to Leon's inexperience, they tended to go on far longer than necessary. But that was fine. The man was floundering, and he couldn't blame the guy one bit for struggling.

But that did mean that it was always a mad dash for the station.

Sometimes he made it, sometimes he didn't. Today, he'd made it and had found himself in the last car.

It was mostly empty save for a couple elderly folks who were eyeing him as if he were a common thug what with his leather jacket and piercings, a few university students who were noisily chatting, and a younger looking woman. They were all spaced out enough that it was impossible to have more than a couple seats between him and another person, so it was a choice.

In the end, he chose to sit near the young woman. He still kept a seat between them out of politeness, but she was the only one Piers settled into a seat at the back of the car, slouching in his seat with a heavy, drawn out sigh. "Sorry. If this seat's taken, I'll move elsewhere." He muttered in an exhausted effort to be polite.

Hopefully the woman wasn't a fan. He didn't really have it in him to be friendly. Wordlessly, he pulled his Rotom out from his jacket pocket, slouching in his seat as he sent Marnie a text letting her know he was on his way home, and asking if she wanted him to grab anything from the 24 hour store near their apartment building.

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Pistol barely even looked at the Eevee, too busy panting and trying not to melt because he wasn't used to that much sun. It was way too much sun for him, especially since Spikemuth didn't really get much in the way of sunlight thanks to the buildings and air pollution. He adjusted the straw hat as delicately as his massive claws could, whining when he ended up puncturing the straw brim.

Easy mark... that's more harmful for my pride than anythin' else this kid could have said.

"I know how to keep my shit safe, kid, I wasn't born yesterday... just used to thieves havin' a bit of sense about them when they see the muscle with me."

He gestured at Pistol, the hulking Obstagoon turning his attention to Ree and their Eevee now. He looked absolutely ridiculous with the too-small-for-him straw hat perched precariously on his head. Very ferocious.

"An' I wouldn't go to cops for shit." The only good cop was one that quit as far as Piers was concerned.

He sighed.

"You're stealin' for a reason so spit it out. I'll get ya some food or somethin' if that's what ya need it for."

The blond rubs their wrist, trying to soothe that ache away, before they huff softly. Ree can’t help but roll their eyes at the impromptu lecture… it’s nothing they haven’t heard before.

“Sorry. Thought you were a good mark.”

At least they're honest about it. The eevee at their side hisses at the Obstagoon, ready to bite or scratch if necessary, but Ree … actually doesn’t look too fussed?

“You should be more careful when comin’ to places that have a high amount of tourists. Don’t keep your wallet in your pants pocket unless it has a zipper. An’ don’t leave your shit somewhere when you’re on the beach, though…” they stare at his pale complexion for a bit. “I dunno if that’s actually something you’d wanna do.”

A pause.

“Also, takin’ me to the cops isn’t gonna be very useful. You can if you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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039, a dressing room after a big performance.

set the scene meme // ACCEPTING

The show had been a resounding success despite Piers's worries prior to it; he'd never played in Hammerlocke before, and the club atmosphere was vastly different there compared to Spikemuth. It was definitely more sanitized if he had to describe it, but the venue was big and had good acoustics, and the sound system was far superior to anything he and his Pokemon had ever heard before.

The bass had rumbled deep in his chest the whole night, and the roar of the crowd - much bigger than he'd expected - had nearly made it hard to hear his own voice even with the mic at his lips.

It had gone... great.

Better than great.

His hands were still shaking from adrenaline as he shoved his way into the dressing room and slumped against the mirror of the vanity, pressing his flushed face to the cool glass and gripping the edge of the metal in an effort to keep standing on his shaking legs. His heart pounded and an uncharacteristically large grin was on his face.

That kind of rush usually only came from a long night with drinking and wildly breaking shit at one of the various abandoned buildings back home.

There was a knock at the door, and he was barely aware of his own voice calling out for whoever it was to come in, not even caring if it was staff, a fan, or one of his Pokemon letting him know that they'd packed the equipment up. He opened his eyes, looking at the reflection.

A laugh escaped him, soft and breathless and hoarse, when he realized it was Raihan that had come in. "You weren't kiddin' about this place. Haven't had a crowd that big ever... adrenaline left me shakin' like a leaf, haha! Haven't been that nervous since I was a kid..." He cleared his throat, pushing away from the vanity and snatching up a water bottle he'd left on it earlier.

He downed the contents quick, tossing the bottle into the trash as he turned to face his friend.

"Well? What'd you think? Did the big stage suit me?" He asked, leaning back to rest his hip against the vanity and his hands on its surface.

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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

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@skullkxd // continued from HERE

Piers released Ree's wrist without further prompting, taking his wallet and tucking it, instead, into the inside pocket of his jacket out of easy reach. He probably shouldn't have kept it in his pants pocket anyway, especially after Marnie stole his wallet chain for reasons he'll never understand.

"Sorry." He was pretty sure he wasn't, but it wasn't his arm he had been grabbing. So he'd take their word for it.

"Now, what the fuck're you doin', kid? You're gonna get yourself in some real hot water if you pick the wrong pocket an' get caught, you know." Piers sighed, grabbing the suitcase he'd dropped to stop the theft of his wallet. Behind him, Pistol - his Obstagoon - put on the straw hat Piers had bought before leaving, Piers's guitar case on his back.

The sun was not being very kind to Pistol, and the Obstagoon was panting up a storm but far too excited to be there to want back into the Pokeball.

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[ ABANDONED ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  an  abandoned  building 

pov silva has a whole Set Up in the abandoned building(she has wifi)

first meeting prompts // ACCEPTING

"What the bloody hell is this?" Piers asked himself aloud as he let the baseball bat hang limply at his side. He'd brought it to the relatively untouched section of one of Spikemuth's many abandoned strip-malls, which had been, over the years, reduced squatters nests and make-shift rage rooms. Piers was no stranger to the various abandoned, dilapidated buildings in the city, often taking his own frustrations out on trash and the like when he needed an outlet.

Said outlet was supposed to be the old electronics store, and while he was used to seeing signs of squatters and the like, he wasn't expecting... this. It was like someone was straight up living there, with full amenities, power even. His Rotom chirped, signalling there was even wifi.

Who the fuck did that?

How the fuck did they do that?

It was damn impressive, and he almost completely forgot the reason he was there in the first place.

"Hello? Anyone here? Sorry for bargin' in, didn't, uh, realize it was occupied." Piers called out, hoping to at least give whoever lived there a heads up that he'd gotten in.