Finding Order.

I am putting my accounts on hold for a bit. Things have been getting a little hectic (again) lately, and I really haven’t had as much motivation to keep writing for my Pokékids as of late. I figured finally officializing a hiatus was healthier than keeping you all waiting.

He should have been more careful, He knows he should have been more careful but he often gets some kind of warning before this ever comes to pass or he has a poke doll or something else to sooth a irritated wild pokemon he’d be respectfully observing from a distance, But this wasn’t a usual case. He’d been trying to help return a baby cubchoo to it’s home after it had slid down a particularly steep cliff and couldn’t get back up, However. It’s mother hearing it’s cries (After all it was a wild pokemon, they often didn’t understand even when someone was trying to help and he didn’t blame it for that-) had come to it’s defense. He’d gotten the cub back up the cliff

But in reward, he was faced with it’s angry mother who’d set about trying to maul him. He’d got away remotely unscathed though it still left a pretty nasty set of gashes on his arm despite it all. His blood dripped startlingly thickly, Almost as if it itself were more syrupy then watery from the injury, Yet still managing to soak what remained of the sleeve of his lab coat on that side.

So this is how he found himself sat at the base of twist mountain, Patching his own wound (he couldn’t go to anyone to get it fixed, It’d be more dangerous for them to touch his injury then he who had received it-)

It wasn’t very difficult for the nurse to guess what Ghetsis was after in insisting they kept the ruins on their radar. He would bet his entire behind he was hoping to find any signs of Reshiram or Zekrom. Not only were they both key components of his mad plan to get Unova to its knees, but getting to them would also be a surefire way for him to get his revenge on Lord N and that boy in the hat.

The faster he arrived to Icirrus and helped his fellow members of Plasma get back in shape, the faster the investigation of the tower could resume, and with it the risk of it being fruitful. Despite his desire to remain within Neo Plasma by Ghetsis’s side, Quentin did not want his beloved Lord N to be endangered by his own action.

That is to say, insisting on taking the scenic route from Driftveil all the way to Icirrus passing by Mistralton was his way of inconspicuously sabotaging himself. He had already come up with a perfect excuse for the reason behind his lateness, and knew for sure that he wasn’t being followed this time around. The one problem he has with his plan was how travelling through so many different Routes and caves did reminisce him of his days as a trainer, though there was no nostalgia or fondness in those memories. Only regret.

After travelling for the better part of a week, Quentin eventually arrived at the base of Twist Mountain, which he guessed almost rang the end of his journey of stalling. He was about ready to enter the last cavern that led directly into the town when he thought he heard something. Clearly it wasn’t his imagination too, as his Krookodile, whom hadn’t left his side the entire time, not even to sleep in his Poké Ball, apparently heard it as well. It sounded like some Pokémon were duking it out. Nothing out of the ordinary for a cave network inhabited by so many different species, but some of the grunting he heard sounded definitely human, which could be a cause for concern.

When they finally found the place from where they heard the scuffle, all Quentin and Croquis saw were the huge pawprints of an ursine Pokémon, most likely a Beartic, and in the opposite direction, footsteps and a few drops of blood. And following them, they’d come face to face with an older man in a bloodstained labcoat and his Rattata. There was a bloody gash on his arm, and he was doing a rather poor job at trying to wrap it up.

Yeah, that was pretty bad. But nothing he couldn’t fix.

Without even bothering with a greeting, Quentin dropped his bag at his feet, took out his first aid kit and knelt in front of the scientist.

“Don’t worry, I’m a nurse.”

“Croq, stand guard, just in case. You, let me see your arm. It might sting a little.”  

He took ahold of his wrist, removed the previous sloppy bandage and began dousing the wound with alcohol.

                 Indie Hilbert from bw/bw2 — est. 2013 | re-est. march 2021

    YO! my name is MILO, and I’ve been away from this muse for sev-en years??? Help.

Hilbert “Warren” Blake has several years of experience and development

Warren is the ‘failed’ champion of Unova – having lost against Ghetsis + Plasma

This blog may contain or mention graphic and violent themes

Somebody just give this boy a hug and some F R I E N D S holy fuck

@idealconspiracy​

He gave a sigh as he glanced to his curtains. “I don’t care about those, and it doesn’t matter to me who’s chewed on them. I’ll just get new ones later. That’s not what I’m trying to discern.”

He took a seat, both hands cradling a cup of tea that hopefully would calm his nerves. Even he knew if Plasma truly came to seek him out he couldn’t fight back. He never could hear the shadow triad’s footsteps, no matter how observant he thought he was. It was concerning.. but he refused to back out of the new path he’s chosen for himself. Not now.. He was finally doing good for pokemon and was able to relatively freely conduct his own research. Quentin’s presence, although comforting and welcome at first now only brought him unease.

“Team Plasma might not have had an idea of where I am if you hadn’t decided to seek me out, is that not the case? I didn’t even tell my own mother where exactly I lived, just that I was in Alola.” His eyes narrowed as he stared at his tea. “I’ve already given you my answer and yet.. I get the feeling you’re waiting for me to change my mind. Your plan.. I admire the ideals of it. I yearn for a world built upon peace between humans and pokemon, where both may exist as equals in harmony. But even so.. I feel that isn’t the way to go about doing so.”

“If they did not find your location from me, they would have found it in another way” he said. “You know how Lord Ghetsis operates. His inquisitorial squads would have inconvenienced your family and your neighbors. Potentially endangered them. Neither of us want to drag any more innocents into this mess.”

He was well aware of what Damian truly thought about himself, about Plasma, and about the ideals they once both cherished. And he knew that when those topics were starting to creep up in their discussions, it usually meant he had overstayed his welcome in his home.

He couldn’t blame him, but he wasn’t going to sugarcoat his arguments or pretend he forgot the reason he sook him out just to spare his feelings.

“If you were needed for his current plan, he would already have had you brought to him. As far as I know, it isn’t the case, but who knows when that will change? If I were you, I would spare myself a messy recruitment and return to the Frigate of my own volition.”

He rose from the couch, taking Giove into his arms. He still wasn’t looking directly at the other, he just kept rubbing his Pokémon’s head as she slowly awakened.

“I already told you. The reason you are the one I came to is that you are the only human being associated with this damn organization that I know I can trust. If we worked together again, just like when we were grunts, there’s no way we can fail.”

“You need to do the sleep. I need to do the sleep.”

“I don’t think that’s supposed to do that thing, is it?”

“Well, whatever floats your goat, friend.”

“This game tears families apart… I get to be the racecar!”

“I want one of those. I’ll ride it into battle.”

“It needs to not be cute. That’s not even fair. It’s not.”

“You can fight my face, then.”

“Stop laughing at my incompetence, that’s rude!”

“Yes, I just put the mayonnaise in the cabinet. Don’t judge me.”

“My hands stopped handing an hour ago.”

“Have you ever wondered about frogs? Just… frogs?”

“Sleep is for the WEAK! —- And I am the weak, apparently.”

“I’m not tired. YOU’RE tired.”

“I could wrestle a bear if I wanted to!”

“I’m ready to fight! I’m not sure who I’m fighting, yet, but — !”

“Can I boop your nose? Just a little boop?”

“Can I just sleep here tonight? Walking to my room requires effort.”

“I might be barely conscious, but I’m still the winner!”

“It’s three am and I’m making a bagel. Clearly, I have my life together.”

My spouse and their indestructible head.

I’m married. To a (wo)man. A human one at that.

Who needs to abbreviate?

What kind of adult would I be if I didn’t have a gourmet meal for four just lying around?

Did you know that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?

I had a feeling you’d say that.

Who’s doing this to you?

The truth is, we are in unchartered waters.

I may be late to the party, but I imagine there is a logical explanation for this.

Don’t worry, darling, I have everything under control.

It’s almost like we’re on a date.

You can’t control ‘em, no matter how hard you try.

No funny nickname?

What aren’t you telling me?

On some level, you know I am your ally. I want to help you.

I have what I want and no one will take it from me again.

You can’t control me the way you do them.

You can fix anything. Fix them!

This, all of this, is for us.

You don’t get to make that choice for me!

You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma.

What happened to your accent?

It’s not like your dead spouse can die twice.

I’m starting to believe that everything is meaningless.

I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.

What am I, now?