"Welcome to Mt. Battle. Let's get this over with."

Headcanon based & canon-divergent !! RP Blog for Wes/Leo from Pokemon Colosseum !! Oc  friendly , multiverse , multiship / beloved by INU. 21+ minors DNI.

"Welcome to Mt. Battle, let's get this over with."

Headcanon based & canon-divergent !! RP Blog for Wes/Leo from Pokemon Colosseum !! Oc  friendly , multiverse , multiship / beloved by INU. 21+ minors DNI.

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【 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜．】  arms  crossed  on  chest.     crossing  legs.      fist-like  gestures.     pointing  index  finger.      karate  chops.      stiffening  of  shoulders.     tense  posture.     curling  of  lip.     baring  of  teeth.

【 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎．】    hand  to  face  gestures.     head  tilted.      stroking chin.      peering  over   glasses.      taking glasses off  —  cleaning.      putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in mouth.       pipe  smoker  gestures.     putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose.     pursed  lips.     knitted  brows.

【 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗．】 arms  crossed.     sideways  glance.     touching  or  rubbing  nose.   rubbing  eyes.     hands  resting  on  weapon.     brows  rising.      lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line.     strict  unwavering  eye  contact.   wrinkling  of  nose.

【 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜　＆　𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗．】   open  hands.     upper  body  in  sprinters  position.      sitting  on  the  edge of  a  chair.      hand-to-face gestures.      unbuttoned  coat.     tilted  head.     slacked  shoulders.    droopy  posture.      feet  pointed  outward.      palms  flat  and  facing  outward.

【 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎．】   hands  behind  back.     hands  on  lapels  of  coat.    steepled  hands.   baring  teeth  in  a  grin.     rolling  shoulders.    tipping  head  back  but maintaining  eye  contact.     chest  puffed  up.     shoulders  back.     arms  folded  just  above  navel.

【 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢　＆　𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢．】   chewing  pen  or  pencil.      rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb.      biting  fingernails.    hands  in  pockets.     elbow  bent.     closed  gestures.     clearing  throat.      “ whew ”  sound.      picking  or  pinching flesh.     fidgeting  in  chair.      hand  covering  mouth  whilst speaking.     poor  eye  contact.   tugging  at  pants  whilst  seated.      jingling  money  in pockets.      tugging  at  ear.    perspiring  hands.     playing  with  hair.      swaying.     playing  with  pointer or marker.      smacking  lips.      sighing.     rocking  on  balls  of  feet.    flexing  fingers  sporadically.

"You want to help with the Shadow Pokemon?"

Of course he's uncomfortable with that idea. Brendan hasn't had to deal with them yet, and Cole's been very intentionally keeping him from having to do that. He does his work with them away from the house, out of sight of the other and anyone else who might happen to get involved with them. He repurposed one of the old abandoned labs, kept them there, and visited often to work with them. Helping Shadow Pokemon wasn't easy. It took work, and you did get hurt when doing it.

Cole has plenty of scars from where he's been injured by them. He's needed to visit the hospital before when he's been to injured to patch himself up and far to often his partners have needed to drag him from the room before he died. Shadow Pokemon were dangerous and they were intended to be that way.

Granted there were to many for him to deal with on his own, he aquires them faster than he can help them. There's been times where he's caved and given a couple to Professor Krane to have Micheal deal with. But he tries his best not to do that. He doesn't trust the machine they use to forcefully open their hearts. Having someone on his side, like Rui, that would do it correctly would be a bit of a relief.

He picks the least dangerous Pokemon he has.

When he had Rui reach out to her Gym Leader sister Misty to voice to the other regions he was looking for aid in assisting some Pokemon--well he had been expecting adults. Expecting experience trainers who knew how to handle unruly and quite frankly dangerous Pokemon. He was not comfortable with the idea of handing off a Shadow Pokemon to some child who was just looking for a freebie.

What to do about this...

Well, he had that weird egg he picked up when he was at the Shadow pit fight ring. He could always that off that on someone else so he didn't need to deal with it. Actually, that was a really good idea. A child could handle an egg, and the kid looked old enough to be able to know the basics of at least hatching it. He was sure they'd manage perfectly fine and not get themselves killed with an egg. He was so smart.

Cole leaves them standing outside his house, he doesn't let strangers in, and vanishes inside a moment to get the egg from where Togepi was babysitting it. The little egg Pokemon had a real issue with the baby being taken away, but they'd get over it. Togepi liked being the baby pokemon in his house. With the egg in hand he opened the door to the house again and plopped it right into their arms.

"I don't owe you a damn thing, Krane!"

   The entire Pokemon lab had vacated the ground floor, fleeing from the yelling and swearing. The Professor of the Orre Region took it all in stride though there was a very nervous twitch to his body the angrier Cole got. He had put an entire desk between them but it still seemed like Cole was prepared to go over it and strangle the man with his own tie. The Doctor fiddled with a Pokeball on the table, rolling it around between his hands as Cole clenched the edge of his side of the desk, muscles contracting with barely controlled rage. 

   For this man to insinuate that Cole owed him anything was more than insulting and if the desk hadn’t been there–he might have punched the man. Which was probably the reason the desk was between them, though it wouldn’t stop him from murdering the Professor. So long as Michael didn’t walk in, the kid might not be pleased to see someone he admired (which Cole was still baffled by) slaughtered. And Cole happened to like Micheal. Which was a rare feat so the kid should be glad. 

   "Wes–" His teeth ground together and Cole dragged his nails across the top of the wood. "Cole," he relented, barely easing the growing flame of rage. "It’s more like a favor will that work? You do this for me and I’ll–owe you one." The fact the man thought he had anything Cole would want was baffling. "I just need your help a little, a man of your–select skills could really aid myself and Michael." He wasn’t winning himself any points in this moment which the Professor seemed to realize as he moved to explain his plight. 

"You have some really weird villians."

Hoenn was supposed to be a break. Brendan thought it would be a good idea if he got away from Orre and spent time somewhere else. He had decided to indulge him a little bit and agree, considering all the stress he's given the other--his fiance--lately. That word still felt weird on his tongue, in his thoughts, but it was what Brendan was. Cole had done that. How the other continued to put up with him he isn't sure.

They'd visited Brendan's father in Petalburg and were walking their way through the nearby woods when they'd been more or less ambushed. Cole had been looking around with humor, remembering the time he burned the woods down as a child, when the freaks in red had appeared out of nowhere demanding something from Brendan.

He'd only been half listening if he's honest.

When they'd sent their Mightyena after Brendan and tried to bully? him into giving up what they wanted, Cole had enough and decided to end this. Cole, unafraid of reprocussions and anything else, simply walked past the Pokemon and hauled his fist back to take a swing at the criminal. He decked them in the face, heard their nose snap, and they'd collapsed to the ground unconcious.