Casey slowly lowered himself, standing with feet apart. He stared down that bird, with its plume of fire. It looked like it could kill him in seconds. Why, the very thought of it had him sweating bullets. Casey gripped his pendant, twisting it. The necklace started to float off his skin, jingling around on its steel chain.

Sceptile started to grow, its pine branch tail growing into a pine tree in its own right. It looked as heavy as its entire body. Sceptile let out a roar, its entire body vibrating with energy. Casey looked to Mars, his eyes widening.

Casey smiled, looking to Mars. He couldn’t help it. He stood there, fish scales and fins printed all over his body. His chest heaved with breath. Why, he could go for another warmup right now. He wanted to do a handstand, and push-ups in that position. But now, he had to keep his restless energy down.

:)

Casey could sympathize with her regret, had she vocalized it. Instead, he spent the past month straight out of the hospital picking any fights he could. He was restless, and ready to die if it meant life no longer passing him by. Why, he sure hoped that ghosts were real, and that they could try to jump him and see what happens.


He had his hair worn infront to obscure his face, not so much matted as it was teased with a brush and slightly too much conditioner. He had on a black v-neck shirt with all his jewelry, and black jeans with a white belt. He wore thick-soled gym shoes, with laces as thick as his fingers.

Was he making fun of her? Sure. But in earnest, he pulled out his phone again. An electabuzz themed alternative to the Rotom Phone, with antennae and a striped pattern on the back. Casey offered it to her in an outstretched hand.

STUMBLE IN SOMNAMBULANCE SO/PRE DAWN CORPSES COME TO LIFE.

:)

Casey laid there, letting his hair soak in the mineral-rich water. He was so close to dozing off, why, he had to pinch himself to stay awake. His chest was above water, but all of his limbs were under. He glanced up, seeing a Flygon overhead. Casey gripped his pendant.

CATCHING FLYGON.

Despite her insistence that she’d be fine for now, Casey had to be sure. He raised a hand. His sleeves rode up his arms, revealing fish fins and scales tattooed on his arms. He waved over a waiter in an apron, on the offchance that Penelope would like a drink. While her posture was closed off, and looking like an attempt to look smaller, Casey had the opposite problem. Compared to other six-footers he looked tiny, due to his shoulder span. He countered this by slouching, constantly having his elbows on the table.

He smiled as her question came, and glanced aside for a second. “Thanks. I used to come here all the time. I was a coordinator when I was younger, and this was where I cooled off after rehearsals or shows. I used to have the worst stage fright.”

:)

Casey was restless, as usual. When was he ever not. He was on the eve of moving out with his girlfriend. Why, home isn’t quite home after that. It takes on airquotes when you even say it, without meaning to. So as a send off to his life in Fallarbor, he made one last trek to Meteor Falls. To the place where he always cooled down when something pissed him off.

:)

Casey was pacing around in the training room. He was so antsy. So ready for a fight. Why, he wore his jewelry, bike shorts, and nothing else. His shirt socks and shoes were a neatly folded pile in the corner. He had the tallest cup of black coffee imaginable. His rings jingled on his fingers like bells on a cat.

:)

Casey sat atop the roof of a building, whose roof looked to have the popcorn ceiling texture on the outside too. He’d snuck up here with the aid of his Charizard, and had a way to get into the lab proper. The door down to the building proper sat there, with Casey atop the alcove it was in.

Casey felt a pang of guilt for a second at doing this to a bunch of University students, but with tuition going up and all equipment federally insured, it’d be fine. He turned to the side. He’d forgotten who his contact for the mission was. That familiar head of dark hair peaked out. “…Michail from the gym, right? If you’re here to turn me in, I won’t go without a fight. But if you want some too, let’s shoot the shit instead of going in blind.”

Casey glanced aside. They were stealing Mega Stones, with most of them going to the Rocket base… but nobody would mind if either of them helped themselves. Casey smiled, and tilted his head at him. “…We could kill the lights and short the equipment with Raichu. I’m sure that the stones would be intact. That just leaves all the… powerful Pokémon being tested on. I also have a Venusaur and Charizard if we have to stay and fight. How do you feel about this?.” He smiled. Slung over one arm was a tall denim tote-bag, black to match his jeans. He really intended on carrying them all himself. But as restless and eager to fight as Casey was, as caffeinated and wide-eyes as he was, he wanted to hear what his friend had to say. Incase he was in over his head and it’d be the last time they spoke.

Summer stayed her hand. This was so interesting, after all the energy she had earlier. Casey didn’t know what to do, now that he’d laid down on her, pushing her into the mattress like a weighted blanket. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows and knees again, if only to bow his head and kiss her on the lips.

Casey smiled as he pulled away at last, looking at her with a glimmer in his eyes. He would’ve loved to keep having moments like this.

Casey glanced aside and thought for a second. “I’d love to take you. Just name a day.”

Casey blushed as she tousled his scarlet hair. He could only think to return the favor in that moment. A hand slowly landed fingers first on her head, spreading out and trying to part her hair in the middle. He then traced a finger down her cheekbone, and past her chin. He started to slowly twirl her hair around a finger, before pulling his finger away and leaving it curled at the end. “I’m sure that if I asked, I could take that boat for a spin again. …And if that doesn’t work, I have other options."

She started to doze off, before relenting and curling around him. Casey responded by wrapping an arm around her, and holding Summer to his chest. ”…” And with that, he felt her slowly drift off. Her deep, slow breaths started to slowly pull him down with her. Within minutes, Casey found himself asleep.

Casey sipped at his drink. It seemed that for all the world he couldn’t take that square of blotter paper off his tongue unless he pinched it off. His cup looked like it was taller than it was. He could faintly see his reflection, and didn’t like seeing his own eyes in that moment. He wanted to smash his reflection, but decided against it. A faint buzz between his ears led him to look back to Matias.

Casey looked down, and thought for a second. He tugged at his collar comically, and bit his tongue. Even before he disappeared, he wasn’t exactly able to parlay his family connections into fame. “Couldn’t give me that kind of notoriety if you tried. If her mom found out I could sing… God rest my soul. I’m fine with doing public access radio.”

Katherine blinked at him, leading Casey to need to perform! For attention! He leaned into the counter, trying to make eye contact with her. Despite being six feet tall and jacked, he looked tiny next to the mountain of a man that was Matias. He opened with a smile. “…I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Casey Maverick.” He reached an arm across the counter, offering her a chance to shake his hand. Fish-scales and fins were tattooed up the length of his arms, while his fingers had two black rings on each of them.

+1 crown pls

Summer just made his eyes light up sometimes. If it wasn’t clear already. his Love Language was physical contact. He always offered to carry her places, and even now with his hands on the mend he wanted to hold hers. So when she curled up and wrapped her legs around his waist, he smiled. He leaned in until he was just ontop of her. Just letting her catch his body heat.

“So you fell on purpose.”

Casey smiled. Why, it was like it used to be, between them. He’d said that they couldn’t be what they were, but he just wanted it, so badly. He started to blush.

Casey glanced aside and thought for a second. “We can always go back.”

He thought for a second. It was the first time they’d met. He was tall enough to reach things higher on the tree for her. Would’ve put her on his shoulders if she asked.

Casey nodded as she snorted. He kind of liked the idea of being subjected to the water pressure, his legs toughening up as a result. He paused, then relayed this to her. “That sounds cool, actually. Like… I used to go on fishing trips with my uncles while dad was at work. It’d be like that feeling times a thousand. …That Treecko you saw was the first thing I caught on land."

His weird, charmed past sort of spilled out. His love for fishing, his past as a competitive swimmer and male model… Why, he was drafted into the sexy firefighter calendar to raise funds, because his mom was a radio operator.

She made intimations that she needed to sleep soon. The little yawn. Leaning into his hand and slouching. ”Oka~ay! G’night, babe.”
His next move was a little less ambitious. Casey rolled off of her, onto his side. He then patted a hand on the covers infront of him, hoping she’d curl around him.