#drmagnolia

On the outskirts of Turffield, Oleana stood with her back to the town and a tablet in hand, surveying first the empty stretch of grass, then the Power Spot. It was little more than the impression of a small crater in the earth, but the telltale red light that emanated from it cast an eerie glow over Oleana’s face as she approached.

She had released her recently evolved Garbodor, Marjory, minutes prior in preparation for they tests she and Dr. Magnolia had planned. Every bit as friendly as she had been as a Trubbish, Marjory lingered close to the professor’s side, offering her a pleasant chirr in greeting and pawing at her feet for attention.

On today’s agenda was testing the limits of the Dynamax Band prototype-- recording just how far it could be taken from a Power Spot before the connection was lost. Such had been the latest topic of complaint from the League’s board of directors. Frankly, it’s unrealistic to assume that the transformation will hold long enough for a full battle, it had been said. That aside, your average battlefield is about 100 meters long. We must consider the issue of mobility...

Unrealistic, it seemed, had been the word of the day.

(“Obviously they’re mistaken,” had been Oleana’s characteristically blunt response to that as she prepped their equipment. “I presume you’ll be helping me prove that.”)

“-- Although, in our last attempt, I approximated our distance at 30.48 meters,” Oleana droned on, seemingly to her Pokémon. Marjory bobbed a little in place, almost nodding. “We’ll have to do a bit better than that.”

She stepped away then, the Dynamax Band (an unfinished, jagged-looking thing) fastened to her wrist. Her first instinct was to press on without a word. She had done exactly that in previous such meetings with Magnolia, her lack of practice when it came to truly working with others painfully apparent. Now, however, something caused her to pause and glance the professor’s way.

meme. @drmagnolia

        He’s sixteen now, all stress and hormones and the high of being a teenager—a teenager stuck in a spotlight no child should be in in the first place. It’s hard, it’s really hard, trying to smile for everyone all the time, being away from home so much when he just wants to see his family, loving being a star but also sometimes wishing he could go back to the life he had before.

        One good thing, at least, is he’s been cleared for testosterone. It will help him feel a little more comfortable with himself, maybe—he still hates the curves of his body, the pitch of his voice, the softness of his face. And everyone keeps- everyone keeps looking, commenting on it; they comment on everything. And all Leon can do is smile and take it.

        Sonia always worries for him, but she’s so busy working under her grandmother now that she can’t always check in on him. But she always said that she’s concerned about the toll his role has taken on him. The face of a region since he was ten-years-old, contractually obligated to smile at all times, never allowed to show an ounce of weakness. His tears were subject to scrutiny, sensationalized, picked apart. No anger was allowed to seep through the cracks, which grew and grew every day. No fighting back. Nothing.

        Speaking of Sonia, she had invited Leon to her grandmother’s home for the evening. He leapt at the chance, and now he sits in front of the professor with a cup of fragrant tea. Leon is having trouble staying still, his eyes flickering off to the side as Magnolia speaks to him in the soft, stern way she speaks to everyone. Leon tells her what he can, what he’s comfortable with telling her, and then she—

        Leon’s gaze snaps upward and for once he’s able to meet her eyes. There is something inscrutable in them and he so desperately wants to look away, run away, but her gaze keeps him pinned in place.

        “I’m—” He’s at a loss for words. Leon flounders, mouth opening and closing, his grip on the teacup getting dangerously tight. He has to put it down on the table out of fear that he may break it. “I am okay?”

        He swallows dryly.

        “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

        Why do his eyes feel wet?

        “I have everything I could have ever wanted.”

Misha is a darling ll follow misha/ im always taking questions

[Theoretically? Yeah.  Realistically? No. Does he want to? He isn’t sure.

Magoichi could, theoretically, travel back to Ransei if he wanted to. He has enough contact with people at this point where arranging passage to sneak into the country is feasible, and enough information about Ransei has become available to the public that he could probably navigate back to the homeland on his own given a strong enough water or flying type. Not everyone is familiar with what Mago looks like (even if he’s like. the most wanted man in the region), especially with the loss of his eye, so he could probably find places where he could lay low as long as no one ever saw his tattoo or rifle. 

Realistically? He would have a hell of a time trying to stay safe/to just live in general. Illusio isn’t safe because of psychics man. No one in the Greenleaf family likes him. Avia’s out considering he worked there and fucked up everything for Masa. The obvious Dragnor/Nixstorm/Valora/Spectra wombo combo is the biggest no. Terrera is the capital, Pugilis is too close to Terrera to be safe. Ignis is pretty close to the capital and Hideyoshi is Nobunaga’s son, so. Yaksha is far too dangerous to hold it out in, Cragspur would be a shitshow considering what Ujiyasu pulled after Magoichi tried some shit. Viperia is loyal to Nobunaga and full of poison and ninjas. Chrysalia just had a revolution so there’s heavy Shogunal presence in the area (thanks Hisa), and Violight is too close to that whole ordeal. Fontaine, being a hub of trade, would be heavily patrolled. Aurora is too tight knit for Mago to blend in. 

“What about a pardon?” Someone in the back asks. 

*Laughtrack*

And even if, by some twisted opportunity of fate, Shige could go home and spend the rest of his days in peace? It’s just a bad place for him. Too much has happened. Too much has changed. Too much has been lost. He would not be able to function at a healthy capacity for any period of time. 

The home Shige longs for, that he envisions when he holds onto the dream of maybe one day going back, doesn’t exist.  He clings to the hope, but he knows it’ll never happen. It just hurts to admit- admit that he’s lost something else.

It depends on the team. 

Looker is fine on his own for the most part, despite how the games/anime would like to portray him (my canon for him is definitely pokemon generations Looker). I think Looker and Nanu has saved each other about the same number of times. They were assigned to each other to cover the other’s faults. 

Anyway, here is the extent of Nanu’s knowledge:

Team Rocket: He’s well versed with how Team Rocket operates, as his connections with Giovanni (and the numerous times he’s confronted them back in Kanto gives him that edge. How the hierarchy is set up, who the higher ups are, etc. There was once a time where he went undercover as a grunt and leaked all this info the interpol.

Team Magma/Aqua: His knowledge is as much as the protagonist knows. He is aware of who Maxie and Archie are and what their plans are and the orbs, but he hasn’t seen them with his own eyes. Hoenn was one of the regions where he had less knowledge of as a whole, as Interpol rarely put him there. He was mostly stationed in Kanto. 

Team Galactic: Same as Magma/Aqua, but he knows much more about Cyrus and who he is as a person. Pretty high-profile when it came to the hierarchy of villains that Interpol looked closely at. 

Team Plasma: At this point agent 000 was on the crux of his retirement, but he remembers about how unapologetic evil the organization was. By that, I mean they were painfully obviously evil. 000 upon looking at Ghetsis: “ Yeah that Christmas Tree is evil.”

Team Flare: Knows Lysandre, not much else. 

Team Skull: Self-explanatory

Y E S!!!

               bede actually pays fairly close attention — though it isn’t out of concern for the opposite party. rather, he likes to watch his opponent for signs of weakness.      ( little tells he can exploit. changes in expression and temperament. ) he has a talent for picking people apart, and the battlefield is no exception; he doesn’t see it as cheating. if his opponent is concerned with bede using their reactions to his advantage, then it’s their responsibility to learn how to keep their cool.

               obviously this means he would be able to tell something is wrong rather quickly, though he wouldn’t necessarily do anything about it.      ( context and severity of their distress matters immensely here. ) by default, bede sees going easy on his opponent to be a sign of disrespect. it goes against his moral code, warped though it may be. if he likes you or dislikes you, it makes no difference — he will throw everything he has at you, because that’s simply how he is. after all, if someone is pushing through whatever is bothering them in order to continue battling, bede feels as though he owes them to see it through to the very end. this is also why he continually stresses not holding back against laura, even if she’s the trainer he endorsed personally — because he knows she won’t get any stronger if he holds back. because he doesn’t want to insult her by showing favoritism and going easy.

               of course, during official gym matches, bede doesn’t allow himself to use trick room or terrain manipulation — but that’s because hardly anyone would be able to get by him.      ( he has to sacrifice his beliefs in favor of correctly doing his job. ) in a similar vein, i also headcanon gym leaders have access to the same tech that drops your pokemon’s levels in the battle tower, but that’s another post entirely.