#rivaltrainersilver

Cyan couldn’t believe what he was staring at. Did Silver...maybe....have a kid? And give him the same starter Pokemon and everything??

“Hey, it’s okay.” he got on his knees so that they were eye to eye. “I’m really clumsy, I bump into people all the time! I won’t make you go back to your room, if you don’t want to.” he assures softly.

She couldn’t help but smile as Silver admired the plush. 

“It’s pretty cute isn’t it?” she commented and look away at Silver’s request. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with liking the company of a plush toy, especially one as adorable as this.”

Hobs snickered a little bit, but Petra wasn’t letting him go. In fact, she gave him a scolding look, not that Hobs cared.

Bristling up at the voice and hissing loudly before putting a good amount of distance between himself and the other, hitting a nerve be an understatement but since when did anyone not hit nerves with Silver anyhow especially Rocket members nonetheless. Still hissing for a good while till it caught notice of Sneasel who poked up from somewhere and doing the same thing.

Looking just like his trainer when bristled up and puffing cold out due to being not very happy, flicking those odd ears in annoyance of the man before inching himself to be between Silver and the Rocket that shown up.

“Sure says the lapdog of sorts… humph. Funny how such people can swarm together in such a matter too.” rolling his eyes when letting a remark fire back when keeping his temper at a manageable level, “She would be since her son be living up to her last wishes, also don’t dare act like you know me either bastard!” snarling like a Houndoom would when getting that scary look in his eyes but holding a hand up when his partner squeaked.

Letting out more cold air till stopping a moment at the gesture shown and nodding, “Snea…” busy sticking his tongue out at the other as if expressing great dislike towards. Giving a flick of his claws as if being at the ready in case the signal was given if there need be.

Lowering his hand when shaking his head with a smile and laughing in that dark manner, “Oh boy… this is rich, you wander all this way to say that then it’s a waste one’s breath really. Pfft!” sore of the topic of his mother and furrowing a brow when his laughter died down, “There has to be more to you sniffing me out like a dog and bark at me, so spit out or don’t bother wasting my time and yours.” crossing his arms when looking not all that amused at all of the way he was spoken to.

-For someone who held such esteem for Team Rocket and its former leader, Archer might have seemed the type to at least hold out the benefit of the doubt for someone like Silver. However, where one might anticipate the long-suffered sigh of a patient saint dealing with a petulant child, the Executive merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. The melodrama of little children and their games bored him to tears and he barely restrained the urge to snatch a handful of the other’s hair and yanking it, if only to shut him up. Instead, he merely watched the exaggerated motions and listened to grating whining as Silver reacted to the unexpected presence of his father’s right-hand man.

-Folding his arms across his chest, Archer canted his head to the side and considered the sight of the redhaired trainer and his loyal Pokemon. He wondered what exactly this scene reminded him of, until at last he stretched a hand out and ruffled the boy’s hair, mussing it up into two distinct piles of tussled locks.-

There, now. Like that, you look much more the part of the angry kitten, hissing and bearing its fangs at whatever startled it awake. I can’t think of anything else that responds so... violently when approached unexpectedly like this. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, won’t you? I didn’t mean to frighten you.

-The Executive adopted a smug smile then, folding his hands together at the small of his back.-

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, though; spoiled children do have a tendency to grow up like that. That’s one thing your father and I never agreed on. Had it been up to me, you’d have been raised to appreciate all the things your father’s hard-work afforded you. But what would you know about that?

“It isn’t something that is often seen in this time, but there are still several humans out there that have accepted those like us and even care.” If anything, it seemed as if the vampire was speaking from experience as it was when it came to such a topic, though trying to hold back any sentimentalities regarding the subject..

@asurising / @flowersofhues / @rivaltrainersilver

"Where did you all come from?!”

Blinking a bit then hearing Sneasel squeak when he walked too far when lost in thought, “What is it Sneasel?” noting that sharp tug on his legs before being lifted up in the air at the ‘trap’ and hanging there like a Zubat, “SHIT! Fine job of trying to ‘avoid’ traps and I get caught in one like a stupid Rattata…” trying to keep his jacket from falling over his face and looking around with that heightened sense of concern.

Sneasel was still hiding but wandered nearby till hopping on the dangling trainer, “SNEA!” attempting to try help but hissing when that scent wafted from somewhere while pointing his claws at the woman who was walking up. Sneasel had a slight guess but from how bristled he was at this the Pokemon wasn’t going to let his trainer be brought back as some sort of 'toy’ or worse.

“Ragh… what you want?! Ngh!” gritting his teeth when trying to keep calm though his eyes shown that slight worry in them, “If it’s of the old man, I’m not sharing info on the whereabouts!” last thing he do in his life was to give up the old man unless he wanted to be found by anyone else really. Covering his nose since the scent was somewhat strong to his nose that was considering he tended to use about all his senses a good bit due to training he did.

Twitching those mismatched ears in high alert while crawling about on his trainer in an effort to try getting the red head down, only able to get one of the trap cords loose and squeaking at the drop then hugging onto Silver’s legs while they swayed in the air a bit.

Sighing in frustration at himself for getting caught in such a lame trap while frowning at her, “Always known to be a bit strong smelling when wearing that, ackffpt!” sneezing a bit since it was like he remembered although less potent smelling back then though, “Sneasel… can you put that handkerchief over my face it’s all eh…” gesturing to his pocket that held that precious item and sighing in relief when the soft material covered his nose and mouth while staring from his awkward spot.

Of all the people he certainly didn’t wish to see any of the higher ups again, though he likely be on their list to track considering who he was the child of and all. Those blinked while studying the other there and occasionally making that soft snarl sort of noise when about to be touched.

“Well, look what we have here!” Ariana greeted as soon as the child came into view. She could not mask the disappointment in her voice however upon seeing that his child actually was stupid enough to get caught with such a simple trap. And it looked like the boy’s lips is quite loose as well, as she had never really asked about the man in question, but he already slipped a valuable piece of information: he knew the boss’ whereabouts.

Clearly, she can’t let the child leave without finding out.

Her vileplume stares up at their prey, its spores releasing its toxic perfume as the wibnd ruffled her petals. Ariana smiles at this and absentmindedly strokes a smooth petal. “Silver, dear, won’t you tell Ariana where your father is? I am terribly missing him—”

Checks on his pokegear’s watch.

“Coming from such an esteemed twerp, that’s pretty good!”

“.......”