#the devil coordinator

it's either one of 'em or none of 'em!!!!

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- (( They’re called ‘Coordinators’~

- (( And yes, Rei actually does care about the ‘aesthetic’. Oftentimes, he uses the Gothic horror/visual kei rocker theme, and puts his Gengar as the center.

“ Won’t there be risks someone else captures it if your ‘friend’ don’t ?”

“Yes, I know there’s that possibility, but...”

toneofdarkness inquired: "Here; have some of Banoffee’s invention.“ Rei slides a plate containing a large serving of sweet banana s'more curry. The little green monkey clinging onto his shoulder looks like she wants to eat it herself. UNPROMPTED ASK | ALWAYS WELCOMED ! | @toneofdarkness

  Damn that adorable face. That adorable, green fuzzy face. Meepishly seated with her face paling, the swish of a plate passed her face only sent a shiver down her spine. Properly, both of her hands lay and fold on top of her lap as her shoulder slumps. A thin-lipped, tight smile grows on her face as her gaze holds over the vampire’s face. Genially and politely, Sophie ponders, how may I stomach this without retching? And if I were to do the unfortunate – which tends to happen –, should I pettily aim in his direction?

  “Wonderful.” Cold, sweaty palms rub against another, hidden underneath the table, and her attention returns to the plate. With an unconfident yet committed sigh, her shoulders slump downward as her right-hand hovers over the spoon. She slowly raises the spoon, eyes squinting at the heaping mess of gooey melted marshmallow, splattered chocolate syrup, and soggy banana pieces.

   To reconcile with the thought of impending death, from what she remembered reading in her father’s pamphlets, was that you would relive every terrible wretched yet blissfully jubilant memory in your lifetime. She wonders what father saw as he slowly succumbed to his ailment. She wonders what her mother saw too while ill in bed, unable to hold her second born. What would she see?

   The image in her head, clearer than rain, is a rambunctious blonde of six rushing around the kitchen, throwing whatever she finds colorful and pretty. Slap on whatever looks nice and she stuffs a spoon into the pockets of her overalls, running with her hands full and face full of grins.

     Brunette, frail, sitting on the workbench, hunching over the wooden top with her fingers pulling through her hair. Littered pink work slips and white receipts surround her, unfinished work only accompanies her. Her fingers and her forearms are plastered with thin bandaids, newly healing cuts still fresh and haven’t turned white yet, and some of the bandaids couldn’t even hide the thick, janky marks.

    SMACK! The brunette jumps in her stool, nearing toppling over. Yet, as she turns her head, a beaming sun of a smile greets her. The little girl points proudly to her off-center ponytail, mentioning that it was her own handiwork, along with the fully served plate. A spoon is slowly slid across the table, in front of the older girl, as was the plate.

 Sophie’s spoon prods the concoction that one may dare label ‘edible’   and she, with a jittery hand, scoops up a healthy amount of poison. Staring death in its eyes in the shiny, reflection in her silverware, Sophie forces a gulp and shoves the spoon in her mouth. Too sweet, too sweet, too sweet–  Her teeth ache, her stomach knots, and she’s going to—

  Raising her hand, politely pardoning herself, she turns her cheek as her lips draw into her mouth. She refuses to flinch in this moment of weakness, to give herself away. It wouldn’t be fair to Banoffee’s endeavors as an amateur Pokemon chef. Wait, is that even possible? Sophie blinks hard, reconsidering how her own brain functions. She turns back to face the plate.

  Once forceful swallow down, the Hatter immediately retires the spoon and nods her head. “Done,” she whispers, barely audible to most everyone but she again forces a smile. “Banoffee’s tastes are quite interesting, aren’t they?”She reaches for the napkin on her lap, cleaning the corners of her lips, and almost considers drying the corner of her eyes. Though, as she puts down the napkin, her hands hovers in front of her…to reach for another spoon.

  Another stab into the dessert curry and Sophie acquires a spoonful of disaster. Her eyes slowly meet Rei’s as she calmly pushes her chair back and raises to her feet. Quietly, she walks to where he stands. Sophie hovers the spoon over Rei’s mouth, copper eyes staring down ruby eyes.

  “As the trainer to such a talented Pokemon and her palette, why don’t you try it? What’s a better accomplishment for a Pokemon than seeing their trainer happy with their work? Go on.”

  If she was going to die of a toothache, so shall he. One wrong move with his mouth and it’s a spoonful of sugar for him.

Getting a Pokemon is like a lottery; you’d never know what you’re going to get until you’re living with said critter. In Rei’s case, he just had to get a Grookey with a massive sweet tooth. Not that he hadn’t taken care of Pokemon with a preference for sweet flavors before, but Banoffee is an entirely new level.

- for battles or otherwise

Rei: - Pokemon Coordinator, he insists that he is not a Pokemon Ranger, despite doing Ranger-like things.

*Not pictured: Crobat  //  Pangoro  //  Talonflame

started his Pokemon journey at age 10, after seeing Darkrai in a dream; it’s a saying/tradition within the Sakuma clan (of vampires) that Darkrai decides who among the clan’s children gets to go onto the path to become a Pokemon Trainer. - If Darkrai doesn’t visit you until you reach the age of 13, you won’t become one.

He’d attempted to challenge the Pokemon Leagues, but never got very far due to constantly getting distracted by humans and Pokemon in need of help. Now, at age 17-18, Rei’s not won any Leagues, but he’s made a name for himself as a Pokemon Coordinator, and as a Pokemon not-Ranger.

His Starter Pokemon is a male Gastly that followed him home after visiting an abandoned graveyard. He’s transferred to a Luxury Ball after evolving into a Haunter. This is despite the Sakuma clan’s tradition of using Apricorn Pokeballs.

During his travels, Rei finds out that he’s related to a Gym Leader who mains Fairy Types. - It’s his maternal grandmother, whose existence has been completely denied by his own mother (a Dark Type main) to this very day. - As Rei had acquired a Sylveon by evolving an Eevee, his grandmother considers making him the heir to her gym. He hasn’t decided whether or not he wants to yet.

Rei has the uncanny ability to understand and speak the Pokemon language. He can also attract wild Pokemon with his singing. It’s a helpful skill to use for his Pokemon not-Ranger activities.

He buys plenty of ordinary Pokeballs for catching, and housing wild Pokemon. As a result, he has amassed a cache of Premier Balls. - Should his Pokemon want to move to a different ball, he’d buy it for them.