Primadonna Of Johto

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7 Sylvia Plath

Writing in blood on the walls

‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad

Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not

Umbreon looked at the…. angery looking dressed up Pikachu sniffing him for a second before whining his approval to the Pokémon (more so laughing internally at the lines drawn on his face) as the fickle rodent walked off to admire itself in the mirror, Karen took in Red’s words as he spoke his rare champion wisdom she’d heard about.

“Dark types are just better at it..?” She said more to herself but loud enough nonetheless to be heard as she stared at her Umbreon thinking of how his evolution may have been fated with his Trainer’s personality. Had she doomed her sweet to be a sadistic hell fox?

……Wait a minute…..?

Did red just ask her about…..?

Karen broke out in a fit of laughter at the words from the champion sitting next to her, “y-you mean s-skunktank..?” She tried saying through her laughter as she thought back to the times she thought acquiring the Dark/Poison Pokemon would be an amazing trip and quelled her laughing though a smile remained glued to her mouth.

“I was called on a trip to sinnoh to help Professor Rowan in Dark type given my experience with Poison types I thought I was ready, and that after I caught it, he would allow me to pet his fur… I was washing tomato sauce in my hair for a full week! Anyways, that’s where I was able to evolve my Sneasel into Weavile and caught my Absol.” The woman stopped her gitty attitude and picked up her knife demonstrating to Red she was ready to begin the cutting now, “Sinnoh really is one of my favorite regions. Speaking of, I guess it’s only polite to ask you your favorite Region?” Her steel grey eyes turned back to the cored our pumpkin as she slowly struck her knife through the black line.

The level of laughter wasn’t expected, and admittedly, Red ducks his head slightly at it, eyes averting, being called out on forgetting a name not the worst thing ever, but still. His poor pride!

“Yeah—skuntank,” he confirms awkwardly, half-wishing he hadn’t remembered the dumb stink-master. But he’s a grown man, capable of handling a little teasing.

( Dumb, stupid skutank……! )

“When I go to other Regions, I normally only do it for reasearch or modeling to be honest... but even I couldn’t give up at least an attempt at the Battle Frontier. I managed to reach this one, Lady Caitlyn they called her, and we had a bit of a one on one the rules were both used dark types I used my houndoom against her Absol and well, I earned the BP I needed for the trip. I hear she became an Elite member in Unova, I’m glad, even if she chose the boring Psychic type”.

@darkness-model​

       certainly, gladion hadn’t intended on running into one of the region’s strongest trainers when he had made a quick trip out to johto to meet with professor elm—the trip itself was spontaneous, and who would have guessed that he’d run into a woman who was certainly deserving of his respect  ( though she seemed a bit—far more than a bit, really—of a primadonna ).

The Bluenette smiles at him pulling the pumpkin closer to the two grabbing their knives at placing his in front of him careful to avoid Umbreon as she smiles at Pikachu reaching over to raise his stubby arms above his head his teeth glaring as Karen starts to trace the Pumpkin with a sharpie from the table full of scattered supplies, “Okay, now make sure you hold that pose for a ssssssecond longerrrr” She says drawing the Pikachu in a slightly more intimidating way hopeful to be able to make the best carving.

She did NOT spend so much time cleaning it out to not carve it

Karen finally turns to red after she lowers Pikachu’s arms smiling down at him thinking the chubby rodent was the cutest thing she’d seen in awhile.

“I traveled to sinnoh shortly after I rose to the top of the Elite Four after Lance beat me and,” She places her Sharpie down placing the cap on it,

“I took up Pokémon war history and sociology on humanitarian perspective then I realized the cruelty of trainers who constantly breed and battle for perfect Pokémon like they’re warriors. Any Pokémon no matter how weak or powerful could be useful. They just don’t wanna use strategy. Or at least that’s what I wrote for my thesis” Karen scoffs to herself.

“I suppose that’s why I kept my old dirty battle style in the league. Any Pokémon can deliver a fierce sucker punch if the enemy doesn’t expect it.” She winks at Red talking about stomping on children’s hopes and dreams of facing Lance in the same tone as the weather. Truly a Dark type master at heart.

Pikachu holds the pose for her, still rather oblivious to how he’s feeling about any of this. But once he’s allowed to break pose, which he does with a quick sigh of relief, he goes to Umbreon, showing himself off (plastic fangs included!), trying to get his opinion before he wanders the room to look for a mirror!

With his cape billowing in the air.

It’s quite the sight.

“Dark types are just better at it..?” She said more to herself but loud enough nonetheless to be heard as she stared at her Umbreon thinking of how his evolution may have been fated with his Trainer’s personality. Had she doomed her sweet to be a sadistic hell fox?

......Wait a minute.....?

Did red just ask her about.....?

Karen broke out in a fit of laughter at the words from the champion sitting next to her, “y-you mean s-skunktank..?” She tried saying through her laughter as she thought back to the times she thought acquiring the Dark/Poison Pokemon would be an amazing trip and quelled her laughing though a smile remained glued to her mouth.

“We weren’t tearing up the town. I was always a normal kid, Everyone saw me as…”

Brow tight, he fiddled with getting with getting the blouse done up…!

“I dunno—lazy sounds about right,” he settles on

The Elite trainer stares at the grumpy Pikachu and can’t help suppressing a small fit of laughter at how different the Pokémon and it’s master were as far as personalities went, it would explain why they made such an all star duo.

Karen looks at Red as the words leave his mouth and she silently began to ponder how it must of been growing up in such a small town like Pallet town. The jokes on those fools considering the boy they called lazy practically put them on the map as more than Oak’s lab-the town. She smiles to herself thinking they could’ve been good friends as kids in another universe but in this present one she was helping this quiet man

And her Umbreon was rubbing his head against the Champion

…….WHAT….?

“Umbreon….?” The Elite trainer tries to question her out of character umbreon who seems to have decided he didn’t hate this Trainer like the others and his Mistress smiled at the small scene as she help with getting the blouse up and grabbing the tiny toy fangs that the man she bought them from claims Pokémon don’t mind. Hopefully it’ll ring true.

“For whatever it’s worth, I don’t think I’ve met someone more dedicated to their Pokémon than you. So I think those people can suck it!” The woman says sticking out her tongue to get the Pikachu to open his mouth as she carefully applies the fake teeth to his sharper front teeth. “Umbreon seems to think so too so…. there.”

The attention was far more than any Umbreon had given most of the day he’s been there, so to receive the soft head bumping his arm, Red’s not quite expecting it, but he doesn’t delay in knowing that this is about the right time to offer his hand to the side of his head, itching into the fine fur and done into its neck.

“Feeling left out?” he teases, just slightly, a more understanding smile given. Comfort—or general friendliness—may have been its purpose, but hey, some simple affection goes a long way.

She did NOT spend so much time cleaning it out to not carve it

Karen finally turns to red after she lowers Pikachu’s arms smiling down at him thinking the chubby rodent was the cutest thing she’d seen in awhile.

“I traveled to sinnoh shortly after I rose to the top of the Elite Four after Lance beat me and,” She places her Sharpie down placing the cap on it,

“I took up Pokémon war history and sociology on humanitarian perspective then I realized the cruelty of trainers who constantly breed and battle for perfect Pokémon like they’re warriors. Any Pokémon no matter how weak or powerful could be useful. They just don’t wanna use strategy. Or at least that’s what I wrote for my thesis” Karen scoffs to herself.

Thread starter with: @shimoshiro

The national Pokémon Reasearch convention.

On these annual cursed events were designed so trainers and professors from region to region can share notes between each other and preach about the importance of “togetherness” or “handholding” as a certain Elite Trainer was thinking. Karen loathed these annual days, not because she’s a stranger to a research room, but because as a member of the Johto Elite four she is required to stand at her personal booth. Yes you heard me right. STAND. For a whole day with only a one hour intermission to grab lunch and talk to the other two dark Elites at the event who didn’t look happy to be there either.

She was required to slick her hair back and dress in her most prestigious outfit unlike her dismay yellow wardrobe she was fond of and is required to answer questions about the “wonders” of the dark type, the typical fighting style of a dark type trainer, and then how she climbed to the top of Johto using the type exclusively. Karen was definitely a woman who loved talking about herself but even she had her own limits when it came to back breaking effort of being treated like an Idol.

Karen was feeling a little steamed and checked the clock, “it’s only been an hour so far…….” the bluenette lowered her head in defeat feeling dread wash over her as she heard footsteps approach her booth. The Elite trainer braved herself planting on her best smile and looked up to the questioners

Inter-regional cooperation and the free exchange of knowledge and new discoveries is an utter luxury that Blanche almost can’t believe she’s living. It’s only midday, but she’s learned a lot from the panels she’s attended already: a one about pokémon diet, with an emphasis on the effects of different types of berries; one about effective pokémon training and the art of battle; and one particularly memorable lecture about the versatility and wide adaptability of water types to the widest varieties of habitats.

This is the first time Blanche has travelled abroad on her own; usually, she follows hot on Professor Rowan’s heels, working in her capacity as his first assistant like she does when she’s back at the lab.

It’s odd. She’s experienced freedom before, of course; travelling around Sinnoh on her pokémon journey. It’s not that she feels restricted, per se, when she’s in a professional environment, assisting Rowan. But it’s the combination of professional and the freedom to do as she pleases and go where she likes that she’s never experienced, before.

She really likes it.

“Please, one at a time, guys,” Karen said and the voices quell as the Elite trainer takes a sip of her Water. “Now I heard the question of if I train other types and yes. I do. The dark type has always been my specialty but I’m also very proficient in Poison, Ghost, and Grass types and learned my battle strategy through the move Toxic in my younger days, next question?”

“What made you want to specialise in dark types?”

“I enjoy the diversity of the Pokémon categorized as dark, alternative battle style they enjoy, and finally I love the challenge they pose on the individual trainer. Next?”

“What would you say is a strong dark type?”

“Um..... I would say all Pokémon can be strong but it doesn’t matter strategy is far more important in the dark type mind set during battle. As far as raw power... I would say Tyranitar. Be wary of them.”

“Tell us how you train your Pokémon to be so tough?”

“Practice makes perfect learn how your Pokémon as an individual moves and make sure you have no mercy in battle. The Indigo League is cut throat and the dark type is perfectly equipped to handle it.”

The bluenette internally sighed as she sipped on her water some more and looked up, “any other questions? I’m happy to answer any you may beholding on to.” Karen poses her best wholesome smile no matter how forced it is or how badly she just wants to return to the Indigo Plateau and crush ten year olds hopes and dreams.

“So,” he goes, deciding to take his attention back to Karen, “do you do this often? Outfits? Halloween?”That was a perfectly normal way people asked about Halloween and costume-making, wasn’t it? Of course.

Karen turned her steel eyes to the man sitting next to her interested in the small talk and helping him by keeping his ornery Pikachu in one place for the costume change. “Um… I used to take this holiday super seriously, I taught myself to sew when I was eight, when I was a teenager me and a couple other guys who had nothing better to do used to vandalize Ecruteak city. I hated how they saw me, the poor little kid who was so greedy” Karen traced finger in a circle on the table the other hand still petting the rodent Pokémon,

“Things got better when I got into the League, I learned a lot about myself got really busy with training, battles, then moddeling, conventions, and my philosophy classes; I kinda forgot about Halloween or how much fun I used to have. This has been really fun.” The Elite trainer’s Umbreon who could sense a change in tone hopped on top of an empty chair climbing on top of the table and lying down again by the three lazily keeping an eye on his mistress.

The bluenette turned to the secluded Champion in curiosity, “what about you? I haven’t heard much about you before you became a champion now that I think about it… I really wanna know” she smiles kindly at Red

It distracted him, the small story she weaved for him, but not in any way that Red minded. But his hands paused as she talked about her past, holding politely onto the small fancy blouse to eventually get around Pikachu’s front.

Easier said than done, really. Getting it on at the angle Pikachu was in wasn’t going to be a possibility, and nudging the little guy to face him, opposed to facing his new best friend Karen, was made a far more difficult task when the brat belly flops onto the table, cooing to her attention. 

Brow tight, he fiddled with getting with getting the blouse done up...!

“I dunno—lazy sounds about right,” he settles on

The Elite trainer stares at the grumpy Pikachu and can’t help suppressing a small fit of laughter at how different the Pokémon and it’s master were as far as personalities went, it would explain why they made such an all star duo.

Karen looks at Red as the words leave his mouth and she silently began to ponder how it must of been growing up in such a small town like Pallet town. The jokes on those fools considering the boy they called lazy practically put them on the map as more than Oak’s lab-the town. She smiles to herself thinking they could’ve been good friends as kids in another universe but in this present one she was helping this quiet man

And her Umbreon was rubbing his head against the Champion

.......WHAT....?

“Umbreon....?” The Elite trainer tries to question her out of character umbreon who seems to have decided he didn’t hate this Trainer like the others and his Mistress smiled at the small scene as she help with getting the blouse up and grabbing the tiny toy fangs that the man she bought them from claims Pokémon don’t mind. Hopefully it’ll ring true.

Karen peeled up feeling a bit in awe of the boy in front of her, he was so different from the other formal Champions she’d met. She liked that. Her trademark smirk was replaced by an ecstatic smile as she looked at the Pikachu clapping her hand excited, “this’ll be the best Halloween ever!” The Elite member said pulling her chair to be beside the chair Red was sitting it pointing to the various parts of the costume.

“Okay, so this is where his head will go and then you put the cape around like this” the woman says demonstrating the ties for The Champion, “speak up Pikachu if it’s too big, Umbreon used to be a little husky in his younger days” that earned her a low growl from under the table that was quickly quelled by a soft pet to the head and a small laugh from the Pokémon’s mistress,

“Only teasing boy, so Red, let’s see you dress up you’re little sweetie pie here” the elite trainer says as she lightly rubs the electric Pokémon’s head careful to avoid the red pouches.

Red went over to join Karen, Pikachu quick (if with a wobble) to come where the other two were relocating, sitting down his personal pumpkin onto the table to be a part of whatever it was now that involved him, them, and these tiny — Pikachu-sized clothes?

Pikachu size clothes indeed.

That was a perfectly normal way people asked about Halloween and costume-making, wasn’t it? Of course.

Karen turned her steel eyes to the man sitting next to her interested in the small talk and helping him by keeping his ornery Pikachu in one place for the costume change. “Um... I used to take this holiday super seriously, I taught myself to sew when I was eight, when I was a teenager me and a couple other guys who had nothing better to do used to vandalize Ecruteak city. I hated how they saw me, the poor little kid who was so greedy” Karen traced finger in a circle on the table the other hand still petting the rodent Pokémon,

“Things got better when I got into the League, I learned a lot about myself got really busy with training, battles, then moddeling, conventions, and my philosophy classes; I kinda forgot about Halloween or how much fun I used to have. This has been really fun.” The Elite trainer’s Umbreon who could sense a change in tone hopped on top of an empty chair climbing on top of the table and lying down again by the three lazily keeping an eye on his mistress.

@darkness-model

Karen smirked proudly at the dumbfounded Champion sitting at the table before her inspecting her art placing her hand on her hip,

“it’s no real biggie I simply took one of my Umbreon’s old costumes from when he was an Eevee and figured it’d get better use if your Pikachu used it so I took a few minutes to sew around the baseline but it’s been awhile since I used that old thing” the Umbreon in question who had been lying down on the floor beneath the table had peeled up his head heading his master but feeling fatigued lied his head back down to his front legs.

Karen, feeling accomplished clipped her hair at Red

“Besides this way we can get the perfect look for our pumpkin and with a little luck I’m confident it’ll be as Elite as I- I mean we are” the diva proclaims realizing her proper manners in front of a champion should always be high as she out of seemingly nowhere bows to the Champion of Kanto.

“It would be an honor for your Pokémon to wear one of my garbs” she says blushing nervously at how extra she was being.

A garment from when her umbreon was an eevee… she still had something like that, which was a surprise for a guy whose lifestyle didn’t mean he got to hang onto much for long, and the fact she had anything like that at all was beyond charming. 

He’s inspecting the costume with a smile growing naturally on his face, just imagining that cape on the back of Pikachu. Red looks over to the pokémon in question, who can only stand puzzled, waiting to be let in on what’s going on!! But that will have to hold on, when Red looks back to Karen, a woman who oozes confidence and flair suddenly losing her tongue, and.

Bows…at him??

The Elite was being full of all sorts of surprises today.

“Okay, so this is where his head will go and then you put the cape around like this” the woman says demonstrating the ties for The Champion, “speak up Pikachu if it’s too big, Umbreon used to be a little husky in his younger days” that earned her a low growl from under the table that was quickly quelled by a soft pet to the head and a small laugh from the Pokémon’s mistress,

Karen smiled softly at the champion who seemed to be unsure of himself sitting in the chair across from her at the table where the pair both stared at the emptied out pumpkin trying to think of what they should slice into the side of the orange vegetable lying before them, Karen grew worried that the boy didn’t seem to remember how much effort it would take to make such an intricate design with just a knife but tried to keep her composure.

“A vampire Pikachu huh…?” The dark master said unsure if Red knew what he was getting himself into.

She sighed softly before an idea popped in her mind eyeing his Pikachu and smiling mischievously at the yellow rodent standing on the table before her and stood up pushing her chair in and informing the champion, “I’ll be just a moment sweetie I have an idea” the bluenette said before rushing up the stairs and rummaging through old cloths and began to take some old cloths together to the sewing machine

After what could have seemed like an eternity to any diva or 20 minutes to a normal person, Karen returned and pulled out an augmented Vampire costume for Eevee carefully stitched together to suit a bipedal Pokémon of the same height.

“I’m a very visual person so I thought it would help if you had a cute model to pose for the pumpkin” she said proud of her idea, hopeful the mouse could give the pair some inspiration.

But he was far more interested in getting his fangs sunk in, and when that doesn’t work, sending shots of electricity to begin the roasting process!

Never could either of them have guessed what was going to come next when the fashionable Elite Four made her return.

“it’s no real biggie I simply took one of my Umbreon’s old costumes from when he was an Eevee and figured it’d get better use if your Pikachu used it so I took a few minutes to sew around the baseline but it’s been awhile since I used that old thing” the Umbreon in question who had been lying down on the floor beneath the table had peeled up his head heading his master but feeling fatigued lied his head back down to his front legs.

Karen, feeling accomplished clipped her hair at Red

“Besides this way we can get the perfect look for our pumpkin and with a little luck I’m confident it’ll be as Elite as I- I mean we are” the diva proclaims realizing her proper manners in front of a champion should always be high as she out of seemingly nowhere bows to the Champion of Kanto.

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