the machampion
he/him
25
July 17
Kanto
pansexual
gym leader
gym leader
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @noah
noah faber
codenames [m]
POSTED ON Jan 20, 2020 8:20:33 GMT
"i'm kidding, c'mon," noah elbows kyle, digging the joint into the muscle of his arm, "watch dog's not bad though. did they call you that in the pd?"
as kyle's mightyena alerts them, noah grows tight-lipped. his elbow retreats. one hand falls to his waist to clutch a pokeball of his own. as if on cue, their target lumbers into the clearing, carrying hot winds with its breath.
at the sound of his nickname, noah stops as a bright flash. he's positively thrilled. his smile almost floats above his face as he grips kyle with an excited bundle of fingers.
"you're actually using it! ahem, well, watch dog, how about i distract it? he strokes his chin. he sees that the turtonator has its spiky shell facing toward them. the incendiary tail wags in taunting arcs. "i'll run around so it turns, and when you get a good angle at its chest-hole? plug it up with an attack... then it's game-over." noah says. "easy, right? okay! see ya!"
the rustling of leaves announces his departure faster than his absence. as noah darts into the clearing, he hollers at the dragon. he sprints around the perimeter as the wind blows his hair back.
"eat my ass, matchstick--- wah?!"
noah yelps as explosions begin to rock the forest. behind him, a path of turtonator dung erupts in a row of explosive pillars.
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