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Reimagine It [M]

POSTED ON Jan 6, 2023 4:30:09 GMT

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Gunner and Gideon -- Gunner and Gideon Graves. It was hard for John, despite all the humbleness and gratitude he brought with him today, to keep from laughing as the names clicked in his head. Sons of Gertrude and Gerald, maybe? No. Don't think that. Don't risk actually saying it.

Instead he tamped down the desire to laugh into something like a polite smile.

"Ready as I'm gonna get."

He watched Gunner walk away and a knot formed in his chest for just a second. Familiar anxiety. He remembered not a grassy field, but a stage. Lights. Sweat on his neck as he reached for his last pokeball and -- fuck that's not helpful! John shook himself out and hoped he hadn't been too obvious in his distress as he quickly jogged over to take up position across from Gunner.

A Typhlosion and a Zoroark, so nothing too nasty. Well, maybe they were nasty, but at least they weren't a pair of Machamp or something.

He reached in his pockets for his own pokeballs and pulled out the most worn pair in the bunch. With two flicks of the wrist and two flashes of light he revealed the tried and true: Dess and MC -- his Exploud and Zangoose.

"Okay guys! It's been a while since we had a double battle but let's see if we can't remember our way around!" He shouted in a bid to hype them both up (and maybe bolster his own spirits a little), "HOWL, SWORDS DANCE!"

Dess stood her ground and let out a HOWL that shook the grass and drove birds out of nearby trees while MC began to slowly circle the field towards the opposing Zoroark, all the while scraping her claws against one another to sharpen them.

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POSTED ON Jan 6, 2023 4:17:36 GMT

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The reassurance wasn't needed -- John was just playing of course -- but it was welcome nonetheless. It made something in John's chest warm, especially given how sure he was the man beside him was being honest. It wasn't often he met someone so fully invested in him. Especially someone who'd seen him drunker than he'd like to admit on more than one occasion.

"The feeling's mutual, Giddy," he replied with a smile a bit more sentimental than the last. A smile that almost vanished when he was reminded where he left the conversation. He bit at the inside of his cheek as silence stretched, and then let out a huff of a laugh when Gideon finally spoke up again -- tone unabashedly inquisitive.

"Yeah, took the gym challenge when I was sixteen," John said, hands wrapping around his drink for lack of anything else to do, "Kept at it until I was . . . shit, twenty-six. Ten years."

A decade. It settled on him like a lead weight. He rarely let himself think about it hard enough to do the number game.

'Ten years, nine years ago.'

Fuck, he felt old.

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POSTED ON Jan 6, 2023 4:10:34 GMT

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John beamed brightly as Gideon laughed. That sound, over their handful of meetings he'd learned to cherish it. He liked whenever he made anyone laugh but there was something about making Gideon laugh. It was like striking gold. Maybe it was because he was such a straight-laced guy usually. John told himself that must be it.

"That is so," he replied through a snort and a laugh of his own. The cool air of the street on his face, the light of street lamps the only way to catch a glimpse of one another's expressions, John was too distracted and at too much of a handicap to read the change in the air. Not until Gideon spoke up again. Not until he phrased the question just so.

John's smile went just a little wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilted his face to look up at Gideon.

"Hmmm, I don't, I don't know," he pretended to deliberate, letting his head roll so he could look up at the sky (the moon, the only visible astral body in the city air of Slateport) before rolling it again to get a look at Gideon again, "Usually you've gotta be real nice, but since you're walking little ol' me home -- I could probably let you in for a 'pretty' please."

The word 'pretty ' was emphasized, the barest hint of a purr rumbling in John's throat as he rolled the 'r'.

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POSTED ON Jan 6, 2023 0:52:23 GMT

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Lucky for Gideon, as easy as John slipped away he could be reeled back in. He followed the tug from his friend with ease and settled heavily against him. He let the arm around Gideon's neck go heavy as he slumped against him. There -- now his feet felt a bit more solid underneath him.

He gave the other man an appreciative pat on the chest to show his gratitude.

"Keep me in line, Giddy, boss'll kill me if I no show on . . . on whenever the next work day is," He agreed with a tone slipping and sliding between jovial, confused, and solemn.

As they started to move towards the door and the street beyond it John dragged himself along. To call what he was taking steps would be generous, and to call the culmination of them walking outright blasphemous, but he wasn't complete dead weight. He would not drag Gideon to the ground, just give him a bit of a workout keeping him upright.

He shot Gideon another sly smile at the question he asked.

"Oh Giddy, you curious? You a little . . . you a little curious Skitty, huh?" He teased, "I'll have you know I meet with all sorts! Just a few months ago there was, there was that Teravolt concert 'nd some nice young man with tabs -- people still do, they still do tabs did you know that? I thought they'd go out of fashion -- followed me home."

"I even let stiffs like you in. If they ask nicely."

And he tried to press a finger to Gideon's nose.

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WINTER MASQUERADE [Holiday Event]

POSTED ON Jan 5, 2023 17:05:18 GMT

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"Ya know," John murmurs to the bar tender at the open bar, "I . . . I don't know if this, if this is really my scene."

"I mean I got invited so, I guess someone, I guess someone thinks it is but I'm just a dude ya know?" John continues, placing his face on the counter cheek-down. Oh, it's nice and cool. He rolls his face over it left and then right to spread that coolness around before shooting back upright.

"But you know what! I got asked to dance," He says with some measure of pride, "I got asked to dance twice -- isn't that somethin?"

As John speaks he ditches his bar stool to stand and sway a little. A clumsy box-step that makes his earlier, anxious attempt at the same look downright graceful. Without a partner he does a few circles and quickly learns circles are a bad idea right now. He stumbles and then nearly falls entirely -- reaching out at random to stop his fall and managing to just barely catch someone by the shoulder.

"Woah woah woah," he mumbles to himself as he tries to pull himself upright again by his impromptu support.

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Guys Being Dudes [Bar Crawl]

POSTED ON Jan 5, 2023 16:50:12 GMT

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"You'd be surprised," John laughed, a self-deprecating edge to the sound, "I challenged the league and did some amateur tournaments, but remember -- I work in an office now."

"My pokemon and I are old and rusty."

And that's where he'd usually end the thought and redirect the conversation, but between this drink and the next he remembers something important. This year that might all change. At the very least he'll be shaking the rust off through whatever training Cian has planned for him. So he pauses, swirls the liquor in his tumbler, and speaks up again.

"Doesn't mean we have to stay that way, though. Me, my pokemon, or you," he says, gesturing with his glass, "I'm planning on doing some training this year. Maybe, come next disaster, I won't have to cower in a bunker."

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POSTED ON Jan 5, 2023 16:25:22 GMT

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The smile from the receptionist is missed as John continues staring holes into the ground between his feet. It's not until Cian's voice calls to him a second later that his eyes shoot up. He straightens up, then, as Cian approaches. Without thinking, he pulls the gym leader into a short but tight hug.

"I've been good! Hope you've been the same," he replies before letting the man go and taking a step back, hands still lingering on Cian's shoulders, "Again, I can't thank you enough for this."

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POSTED ON Jan 4, 2023 22:43:30 GMT

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John walks up to Rustboro's Gym sweating (on his palms, down his back, on the nape of his neck) but not nervous. Well. Not that nervous. Mostly thanks to a little exercise on the way here -- the real reason for his sweat, as well as the pair of band-aids wrapped around his right, middle finger.

Mostly he's just excited. Resolved. Accepting the offer from Cian to train under him was something that tortured him for weeks and through New Years, but that isn't productive is it? It's not fair to himself he decided, and when that wasn't enough to stop all his fretting he decided it wasn't fair to Cian.

It's only going to make the gym leader's job harder if he walks in tripping over his feet and second guessing everything he does. So he does his best to open the door to the gym with something resembling confidence. Chest out, shoulders back, no flinch when the chime above the door announces his arrival.

He steps on one of his shoelaces, unseen by his eyes lifted a bit too high, and only just barely avoids busting his head on the receptionist's desk by slamming his hands out in front of him and slapping them on the edge of it with enough force to sting.

"John Nelson" he murmurs to the floor without looking up, "My name is John Nelson and I have an appointment with Cian Maher."

The words come out all in a rush as he tries to kill the blush spreading to his ears and ignore the pain in his hands. So maybe there's some level of nerves no amount of will can chase away.

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POSTED ON Jan 4, 2023 22:32:21 GMT

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To say it had been a while since John last trained a fresh pokemon would be incredibly charitable. It had been nearly ten years since he last caught a fully wild pokemon with the intent of doing anything more than nurture it. Thankfully, Bowman wasn't a completely novel case among the pokemon he had trained. In fact, he reminded John a great deal of MC.

"Are you actually mad, or just wound up?" He then asked gently, reaching out a hand to ruffle the space between the Noctowl's large head feathers. He almost lost his finger for his carelessness. If he had been any slower pulling his hand back the guillotine-like snap of the Noctowl's beak would have been interspersed with the crunching of bone.

Right, even MC didn't like being touched right away.

"Okay, we'll focus on calming you down through a battle. That's what I let you out for, after all," John continued in a soothing tone, "How about that? Then we can talk relationship building once you're less . . . snippy."

Of course Bowman didn't have an answer for John. Instead he just turned his eyes to the sky and started searching. John joined him, and soon both of them noticed a little, lone figure flying. Bowman was gone with a beat of his wings not a second later.

"Hey! You're supposed to -- ugh. I forgot how annoying this could be," he grumbled as the Noctowl grew smaller. There was a short trade of something in the air. A shriek from both parties that had them dancing around each other before Bowman started plummeting back towards the ground.

"None of that!" John said mostly to himself, breaking into a run to stand in the path of the Noctowl's potential crash landing, "Come on, dude! Up! You gonna let that little guy knock you out?"

Bowman twisted in the air at that -- or maybe not, it was impossible to know what inspired the movement -- and beat his wings again. It was just enough to keep him from colliding with John. Feathers ruffled, Bowman looked back at John with a heat in his eyes.

"Oh, now you want directions? Let's figure out what their deal is, then. They're coming in hot."

The previously nondescript spot became more vivid as it dived down towards the pair of them. Shadows cleared to reveal colorful feathers and an angrily puffed ruff. A Chatot. How neat!

"Okay, so they're gonna yell again once you're in range. Pull back to limit how much of the sound reaches you, go!"

After only a second's hesitation Bowman took off into the air again just as the Chatot got in range to shriek. The SYNCHRONOISE was diluted by distance but still turned the Noctowl's previously sure path wobbly. John, meanwhile, did his best to preserve his hearing by slapping hands over his ears. It only kind of worked.

"Now!" he shouted, "They can't turn as fast as you can rise, build more distance and batter them with AIR SLASHES."

Bowman circled up as the Chatot tried to come to a stop and change course. They were only halfway through their turn when barely-visible blades of air began to batter their side. John grinned, what a quick study his new buddy was. The Chatot grew visibly more angry as feathers on their body puffed up and their whole body vibrated with the force of the angry noises stewing in their chest.

"You've got them unsteady! They're gonna fly right at you, so meet them halfway with a HYPNOSIS!"

Wild Pokemon were easy. Very few of them were clever enough on their own to do anything sophisticated, and the moment they were made angry what little strategy they did have went out the window. What came next was as easy to read as the next scene in your favorite movie. The Chatot went tearing through the air while Bowman's eyes glowed. Then he dropped until he was face to face with the Chatot and --bang -- the other bird went suddenly lax and went into freefall.

"Don't let them crash!" John shouted, and the Chatot was snatched out of the air by talons large enough to wrap completely around their body.

"Bring them here," he called and Bowman came with the wild pokemon in tow, "Not so bad is it, listening?"

The Noctowl merely huffed.

"Yeah, whatever. Good boy. Yeah you're a -- FUCK!"

John ripped his hand back, previously extended to make another attempt at head scratches, middle finger bleeding from a nasty cut. Bowman landed on one leg -- holding the Chatot up with the other -- and cleaned the red stain on beak with one of his wings.

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POSTED ON Jan 4, 2023 22:05:33 GMT

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Supplies, that sounds simple enough. John can't say he's confident in most of the qualities an expedition would call for -- sense of direction, survival instinct, knowledge of nature -- but he is confident that even he couldn't mess up carrying shit around. While the rest of the group discusses strategy he, then, begins to pluck up bags and drape them over his shoulders.

It's while he's doing this that Jacob Kim approaches. John gives him a small smile as he approaches and does his best to put a little pep in his step as he straightens with another bag in tow. The young man is obviously the odd one out of the rangers present (given his sunny disposition) -- not that it seems to bother him -- and John wants to be welcoming.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it exciting," he replies, smile more strained than it was a moment ago, "it's walking a bit of a line for me. If we can keep from any potential 'bad things' maybe it'll fall on the positive side of that line."

And it really is like their little side conversation has jinxed things, because no sooner does John finish agreeing that he's got enough excitement jaunting through this alien environment without it trying to kill him than Orion cries out from the nearby bamboo. The sight of the frankly monstrous Ariados that lunges at him before being distracted by the SPOTLIGHT is enough to refreeze the blood that had been warming in his veins.

"MC!" he more shrieks than shouts, and one of the pokeballs at his hip flares to life. His Zangoose appears in a flash of white light before giving off a shriek of her own. Instinct alerts her to the approaching STICKY WEB and she splits the section of it threatening John and Jacob with an X-SCISSOR.

"Good girl," John breathes, "Support the guy with the metal arm! Follow his pokemon, but not too closely!"

MC is off like a shot, with just enough enthusiasm to prompt him to shout again.

"Be safe!"

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POSTED ON Jan 4, 2023 2:24:40 GMT

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It had been a while since John last felt like he did when he walked onto Route 116. His heart was fluttering in his chest, his body was buzzing, and his hands were sweating so bad the pokeball in his hand kept threatening to slip right out of his grasp. John was nervous. Terrified. But more than that . . . excited.

John was almost too excited for words as he looked in the direction of Rustboro City.

Today would be his first official day on the path towards taking on the pokemon league. He felt the same giddiness in his chest he did at sixteen when he first left Slateport, but it was tempered. By apprehension, by regret, by age. They bit at his heels -- reminding him of his past and warning him of his future. John needed some way to shake them.

He had just the thing.

"Come on out, Bowman!"

The Noctowl emerged with a shriek and a furious beat of his wings.

"Woah bud, relax," he said on instinct as the only-just-tamed pokemon started strutting about, absolutely buzzing with agitation, "Or uh . . . well, maybe don't. Maybe we can both burn off some energy."

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Guys Being Dudes [Bar Crawl]

POSTED ON Jan 4, 2023 2:12:02 GMT

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"Feels like you're underselling the rich twinks," John replies with a smile, "to each their own though. To your 'himbos' -- whatever that means."

He lifts his class to toast before draining the rest of his drink. The mood settles in a weird place, though. Unspoken feelings from both ends slowly cook the air between them -- souring it like a bit of moo moo milk left out overlong. It should seem obvious, but in Hoenn it's easy to forget that disaster and war make for pretty shit small talk.

"Would be nice if we didn't need any saving, though, wouldn't it?"

So John decides to stop dancing around the Cufant stomping around and stare it in its eyes.

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