IC CONTACT

[blueser]

"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"

[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]

Comments

its mine again

[broceanic]

[so here's the thing. archie is not looking for blue-- he figures the kid needs some space to settle in and it's not actually his business to go looking for him. he's concerned, sure, but blue is fully capable of looking after himself.

archie's just wandering around in the forest about half a mile away from where jill's place is, where's he's currently staying and... well.

this island is finite. it was inevitable that they'd bump into each other again. though this time, archie sees exeggutor standing near some bushes. he wanders over, crouches by the bushes and checks over the berries. not edible.]

Ahhh, nothing good to eat here. [he says to himself-- none of his pokémon are actually out with him, for a change. they're resting in their balls after the morning training session.] Good thing the environment is so nice, at least! Look at this handsome tree!

awful

[blueser]

[Unfortunately for Exeggutor, who has been standing motionless since the human's presence became known to him (--which is a long time, being that he could sense him telepathically!), the comment puts him off-guard, the previously-motionless tree jumping in place with a surprised E-Egg...!]

[What's he doing just standing around out here, anyway? Soon enough a voice becomes audible through the thick forest, calling out.]

Exeggutoooorr!! Hey, where'd you go!? [Rustle rustle... soon Blue's fuzzy orange head is visible meandering through the trees, and it's when he spots an incongruent Archie nearby that he wanders over to investigate, sighing with relief when he sees Exeggutor with him. Not that he pays the other human mind, at first.] There you are. [He pauses a moment as Exeggutor's heads rabble loudly, looking between them... like they're in conversation?] --Hide and seek? It's not safe to play games like that around here. Don't run off anymore, got it?

[Finally he glances with disinterest at the other human, frowning with recognition.] Especially with people like him wandering around. What were you trying to do to my Pokémon?

misfire

[broceanic]

[there's a bright little tune that enters blue's head-- it fades in and out where archie can't quite remember the lyrics, but you know.]

Lilycove de-part-ment store!
Down by the cove!
Do you need a new stooooove?
Go to Lily-cove!

Sale tonight, sale every night!
We care for you with all our might!
Lilycoooove!

[blueser]

[Huh? ...What? Blue stops where he is and looks around, as if someone with a radio would appear in the middle of the forest to be playing that jingle... then he looks down to his Pokégear. Still off.]

What the heck was that lame commercial, just now...?

misfire dream

[readytobe]

[It's a beautiful, warm day on the mountain. The grass here is lush and makes an excellent napping spot, though at the moment there is too much noise to consider falling asleep. The young ones are awake and playing.

And by "young ones", we of course mean the baby Nidoqueens and Rhyhorns scampering somewhat unsteadily about in the nearby shade. They climb over each other and their mother (a regular adult-sized Nidoqueen), squawking and laughing, still learning how to use their tiny legs and arms. Though their play is raucous, there's a feeling of contentment in the air, the happiness of a family lazily spending time together on a summer's day. In the lake nearby, a Gyrados gives rides to a Meowth and a Pikachu.

What do you mean, baby Nidoqueen don't exist? Just enjoy laying in the grass with the fetus cat monster, Blue.]

[blueser]

[Blue wakes up ("wakes up"??) to warmth and sunshine on his face, the fresh scent of wildflowers and jungle. He doesn't seem to get his bearings right away, but slowly unfurls from where he's curled up in a ball on a bed of moss and leaves, and blinks as he takes in the scene around him. Lots of wild Pokémon, living happy, peaceful lives. It was like the field research people did where they went out into remote Pokémon habitats, studying and coexisting peacefully with them. It was ...nice.]

[How did he get here??? Whatever, this is way better than that scary place I was in. At least it's home.]

[He might have said that out loud in the dream without realizing, but he's not exactly lucid in this dreaming state, either. Not enough to realize he isn't alone, anyway.]

Mixed Message - Feb 28 (Audio Telepathy)

[boundbynaught]

I wonder if anyone else's crystal has broken since they got here... and if Aiada felt that? Are all of the Arehtei the same...?

Voice back!

[blueser]

Yep. Definitely still broken.

[The answer comes in a boy’s sardonic, almost mocking tone. Somehow, it also manages to come across as put-upon.]

Hey, what do you know about the Arehtei? You sound like you suspected something.

[broceanic]

[guzma isn't awake to be yelled at, yet, so archie busies himself dealing with the problem in his room. he brings a bucket with salt in the bottom and puts it on the side table next to the bed-- in clear view for any small baby waking up and needing a place to puke in and another bucket of water for arcanine, who seems to have taken up residence on his bed next to blue.

sighing, he shoves a bunch of clothes off the chair next to the wardrobe and pulls it over to sit at the end of the bed, one hand holding a book open to read while he waits for blue to wake up and the other to muss lightly in arcanine's fur, if the fire type will let him. ordinarily, he'd wait outside, but he's slightly worried about the state blue will be in when he finally wakes back up...]

[blueser]

[Speaking of the state Blue will be in... at some point in the absolute dead of the night, Blue stirs awake... it's slow at first, hard to tell, maybe even Archie decided it was fine to get away for a few minutes, or catch a few minutes of shut eye himself!]

[Unfortunately, that's all the time Blue needs to telepathically broadcast some regrets, and get emotionally worked up- worked up right into vomiting.]

[He lurches forward, meaning to jump out of the bed (and... outside? he doesn't know where the bathroom is; he doesn't know where he'll go), but he spots the bucket before he actually drops himself out of the bed.]

[Luckily, he doesn't question it. Maybe that stupid Bug nerd Guzma left it there.... whatever, either way, it's less than half a second for him to give in to the urge and start purging right into it. It is miserable.]

action; ~5/20ish

[blueser]

[ooc; juuuust after this]
--
[Blue isn't really looking where he's going, running out of the cabin clearing and into the midst of the forest for at least the second time in as many weeks. His eyes are blurry and his heart is pounding, adrenaline and pure fright fueling his escape.]

[It wasn't even the wound that had made him run- he had intended just to gather himself for a moment in the kitchen, make something for Golisopod to ease the poor Bug's worries and pamper him a little after what he'd seen his trainer go through. Pokémon were always the victims of their trainers' foolishness... That much, he knew well first-hand.]

[He didn't know what had caused Guzma to clamp down on him the way he did, but from there an empathetic anxiousness had ramped into fear, for reasons he couldn't quite explain. Maybe just because Guzma was so much bigger than him- or because he made such a big deal about what a bad guy he was, or that he seemed like something was ...wrong. Blue wasn't sure, but after being held in place against his will like that, he'd bolted out the first second he had the chance.]

[And now... where was he going? He'd thought, just a little in the back of his mind, maybe he could stay around that cabin. Maybe just a little bit, here and there... But now...]

HOOTIEHOO

[trypanophobic]

[Killua has decided that he's finally bided enough time; he wanted Guzma to slip into a sense a of false security. no way would that ornery assassin child actually ruin his life! .......given a month or two of negligence... to make Guzma forget about it........

but now. now, the time has come. Killua is ready. based on his YEARS of experience with tracking, when to strike and how to take people out... intuitively, he knows. the time is fuckin' Ripe.

then, as he's planning to slip in, undetectable as he is on his way to ruin Guzma's life (part one), he...

sees Blue, running. the static, distracted sense of panic is evident in his eyes, and the way his body frantically postures as he tries to peel out. it gives Killua pause, and, in a flash, he's... kind of under Blue. he hoists Blue under his shoulder by his armpit; he doesn't want any residents of this house to detect Killua, so this is just the most convenient intervention.

of course, Killua knows this will startle any normal person, which is something Blue checks out as. but it's thankfully so abrupt, it's likely that Blue won't have much time before Killua sets him down in the woods after carrying him so casually, and so speedily! for...longer than it seems!

he distrusts Guzma. greatly. and has no context, here. so he grips Blue's shoulders.]

Are you okay!?

That was his house, right?!

voice; 5/26ish

[golisolation]

[It's been a bit since their last encounter... of sorts. Guzma's been feeling mad shitty about it, maybe not entirely for what he did, but for how it ended in general. By now, he should expect Blue's softness and fragility. However, he keeps getting surprised. Again and again.

He was almost determined to ignore the brat, let him go fuck himself after his cowardly display! but something was eating at him, and he felt a little bad. He could have handled that better. A lot better.]

Hey, kid. That book's been a good read, once I can resume trainin' those stingers, think I'll be able to sort out the other two, yo.

So, uh. Thanks. Or whatever.

[That is not at all addressing the issue, but Guzma's never been great about that, anyway.]

[blueser]

[By the time Guzma gets back to Blue- after all the nonsense influx of Pokémon and stuff and everything else going on- Blue’s sort of pushed what happened to the back of his mind. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he had been sufficiently busy enough to be able to ignore it.]

[Guzma’s contact out of the blue (heh) gets a shock of surprise, at first, and then a slow creeping uneasiness. Blue isn’t good at controlling himself over these crystals, and with the unease comes trickles of other emotions- guilt, irritation, that pang of fear again, loneliness.]

I told you. [He huffs dryly, the most aloof reply he can muster despite all those little pricks of doubt flowing through him. There’s no doubt he’s still upset about what happened, a confused and hurt anger swirling in his stomach like steam.]

voice; 7/1 also 1/2

[golisolation]

[Guzma connects without thinking, but it's after the connection is established that he's hit with the reminder of everything that happened last month with Blue and oh GOD THIS IS A MISTAKE.]

2/2

[golisolation]

[But it's too late, and if he ran now Blue would know why, and that'd make everything worse. So, he's gonna play it cool, act like none of that happened.]

Yo, Golisopod brought me an egg. A Pokémon egg, to be clear. There might be more out by the lake, I haven't checked.

[Yeah, this ain't so hard, keeping it chill. All casual.

NO. BIG. DEAL.]

So, keep an eye out, don't need no idiots who ain't seen a Pokémon egg before messin' with 'em or destroying 'em 'cos they don't know what it is.

[Maybe this is Guzma's way of asking for help? Probably.]

action; late night of 7/8

[blueser]

[The last thing Blue had expected to interrupt his day was a surprise visit from Red- how had he even found him?- but the moment the apartment door had opened, everything had been set into an inescapable, spiraling motion.]

[He knew that he had said some deeply personal things last month- about his family, about Red, about himself. Some of these things he'd said in front of people he trusted; others, he'd spilled in front of people he'd later been anxious of biting him in the Feebas for what had been revealed to them.]

[He just didn't think Killua would have been in the latter group.]

[Red's supposed desire to "talk", laughable as that was conceptually, had ended right where Blue had figured it would, which was the moment the floor was opened to him. Immediate. He scoffs to himself that Killua had thought it his place to push for Blue to pursue something he knew wasn't real. Somehow, that had only burned him more- maybe there had been that small glimmer of hope trudged up last month for things that he knew were only fantasy. Now, it was snuffed out again.]

[Feeling just that, snuffed out, Blue didn't bother going back to the apartment once Red wanders off again to whatever loner path he's walking nowadays. It was an excruciating buildup of emotion- anxiety, loss, frustration, anger, heartbreak. It built up like the heat pressure in a stormcloud, and darkened the skies over him, cracking and snapping with that thunder and lightning like it had when Red had first shown up. So he does what he did then: he exiles himself.]

[Unfortunately, all of this had been so unexpected that this exile comes with some snags; he didn't have his full trainer bag on him, which meant he had literally nothing. Even Blue, who had spent his first few months of life here desperately insisting he could take care of himself, needed some basic supplies. So eventually, reluctantly, full of dread- he heads back in the middle of the night to the apartment, with the small hope that he could slip in undetected and escape with the things in that apartment that he needed, and the things he didn't want to leave behind. He steels himself, hand on the doorhandle and trying to turn it as quietly as possible, to take in the short-lived prospect of a peaceful, hospitable life one last time. He didn't expect to be back.]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua, steeling against his own worst fears, had said so at least a couple of times to Gon: he wasn't optimistic Blue would return. and maybe more than anything, that was the pessimist part of Killua that was so largely occupying in his being. always hyper vigilant. always bracing for the worst case scenario.

so even though he and Gon had worked some deep, hard things out that same night—embracing and crying respectively, Killua had ultimately assured Gon he'd be to their room perhaps the next morning, if he slept at all. that he was going to wait for Blue. but, eyes unfocused in the dark as he sat there, tense in his grave anticipation. wasn't it bad, that he wasn't optimistic? when he only had a vague idea of where he'd fucked up—he knows some things are compounded. it's not just whatever mistake he's made; it's also Red's bad timing, their likely fallout...

but Killua can't help but brace himself for loss.

when Blue opens the door, Killua's whole body arrests with tension, his eyes immediately fixed on his paley illuminated silhouette. he doesn't know what to say; it's like he understands Blue's intentions, but hopes they aren't what he thinks. he doesn't know what to say, but from the shadowy figure of Killua's own shape on the couch, it's clear that he sits up.]

action; backdated to mid-August

[blueser]

[After Pidgeot hauled back home the several dozen macarons that Marinette had set aside for him, Blue decided that it would be a nice surprise for Killua to just come home to on his own time. He'd gone out earlier in the midday, with Blue having still been out from the morning's training when he'd gone and come back in the meantime, but he isn't quite sure what Killua had planned for today..... Well, whatever! He'd come back eventually.]

[Until then, Blue sits at the kitchen island and reads, the several bags of macarons covering the table and counters. The scent of all the crispy wafer cookies is filling the kitchen and soon the apartment with a gently sweet smell, tinged with notes of almond and cream.]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua is ...well, up to no good, but the good news is that it's for money, so it's okay.

suffice to say, it's because of that that Killua has a little bit of a pep in his step, feeling satisfied from his time spent doing recreational, occupational crime. his bag has in it a canteen, a towel, and some bandages faintly smeared with old blood, the ones that Killua uses to wrap his fists to soften the blows on his opponents. Killua himself is merely scuffed up, in a way that's...frequent enough, even prior to these engagements—especially since Gon's arrival, the two of them always getting into reckless trouble, falling from heights, things like that. without Alluka around, reunited with Gon, it seems Killua's often eager to get in trouble.

he swings the door open after he unlocks it, smiling when he sees Blue's chilling in the kitchen. he and Gon have plans for the evening, but he has time to kill—so he's pleased to find Blue.]

Hey! Sup?

[Killua slings his bag off his shoulder, peering curiously at Blue.]

What smells so good??

telepathy | pretend this is closer to the actual vandalism lmf....

[readytobe]

Blue Oak.

You have a Pidgeot on your Pokemon team, do you not?

[Mewtwo has never heard of saying hello or introducing himself. His tone seems somewhat friendly, though?]

telepathy heheheh

[blueser]

[Blue stops dead in his tracks, walking around Verens on a nice day..........]

[He looks around, then stares down at his amulet. No one seems to be talking to him, and he didn't feel his amulet 'ring'... What the Furret...?]

Is someone talking to me...?

[Something about this voice rings him as familiar, bu he can't place why.]

Box of Cookies delivered [Mid-Sept]

[boundbynaught]

A brief but sincere note tops the box:

From Arden & Naminé,
We were thinking of you, so please enjoy these cookies, since you're one of our friends.

Inside is two of each variety of cookie, some more pristinely decorated than others, but all sugar cookies with roughly the same flavor of frosting on all of them, differentiated only by shape and decoration:
- Tropical Beach themed
- As-Seen-From-Above Flowers or From-The-Side Flowers
- Hearts with a Floral Motif or More Abstract Patterned Hearts
- Brightly Colored Cupcake or Classier Colored Circles
- Simple Sprinkles

telepathy!

[blueser]

[What an utterly unexpected delivery. Blue doesn't know if Arden and Naminé knew that Blue and Killua lived together, but the simultaneous cookie arrival had them glancing at each other curiously, and learning a little more about the common threads of their friend circles.]

[Well, it was true they were all about the same age...... As far as Blue knows]

[He thinks about what he thought about when he and Arden talked about Aiada- things like loneliness, or longing for someone to relate to.... and it sort of gets him in the same place it struck him then, that Arden would think of him like this. But he tries not to let his tenderness show when he sends a message over his crystal, later in the day.]

Hey, Arden!

Our house is gonna be totally stuffed with cookies, but... I'll forgive you, since you're a pal. Heh heh.

Thanks!

IGNORE THIS BEING A DAY LATE Happy Birthday Bloo

[innermonologues]

[ Whenever Blue leaves his house today, he'll find a box addressed to him without a note of who it's from on it. It feels pretty heavy. When he opens it he'll find a metallic statue that looked pretty darn close to how Gyarados looks with his carbuncle sitting on top of his curled up tail.

-Happy Birthday. ]

telepathy!!

[blueser]

[Blue almost trips on it on his way out the door, in fact-- after a moment of huffing who put this stupid thing in front of the door!?, he actually stoops over to get a look at it.]

[He stares at it for a long moment before taking it inside, and when he unwraps it, he first boggles at the statuette of Gyarados, wondering who among his friends and acquaintances could have made something like this. That's when he notices the little detail of Carbuncle perched atop....]

[S-stupid oniichan.... Why'd he go and do something so mushy like this...!]

[Whenever Blue manages to recover from his tsun and gather enough courage to message him back, Squall gets a ping in a haughty (but delighted) tone.]


Heheh, I didn't know you were into making stuff like this!

voice

[broceanic]

Hey, weirdo. You around?

Re: voice

[blueser]

You're the weirdo, what the Furret!?

Around where.

early dec ; voice

[blitzcheer]

[ Or it's going to be voice, once Tidus gets through to Blue. It's been a while since they first met each other in the desert, and enough has happened since then that, well. Tidus has maybe forgotten Blue's name.

Oops.

But he hasn't forgotten him, considering that the thrum of a personal amulet call coming through to Blue sometime before lunch. Whether or not he can figure out who it is himself is a different question, but it's there.

pick up blueser ]

[blueser]

[And here's Blue; stopped mid-lift with stack of books in hand, sorting and putting away returns at the Great Library by an abrupt and nebulous ping to his amulet. He frowns, pausing for a moment to concentrate on it. It ...didn't feel familiar to him, the way he would immediately be able to place a call from those from his world, or Killua, or even someone like Squall or Ventus that he's spoken to now and then. On the other hand, something about the vibe it's sending across doesn't feel totally foreign, either.]

[Instinct tells him to ignore it, but curiosity gets the better of him. He sets the heavy stack (it's like 4-5 books come on Wurmple) down on the nearest table and huffs, mentally letting the call through.]

's Blue. Who is this? [Not the ...friendliest reception ever, but not exactly hostile, either.]

Jan 1st

[tenyearswaiting]

[Jecht went looking for those Monster Masher things that was given out for free a while ago. He found the creator and bought one that's since packed in a box and dropped off with Blue by messenger bird.

It's a cupvee. The accompanying note only says 'I'll have that rematch anytime. Merry Christmas. -Jecht.'

sometime soon after!!

[blueser]

[Blue makes kind of a stanky face when he reads the note, but... The Cupvee...]

[It's so cute.....]

[He isn't sure how to respond to this, except the part where he was issued a challenge. That, he can do.]

[Jecht will find himself swooped over one day by an enormous eagle, crest feathers fluttering in the breeze as Pidgeot cuts him off wherever he may be walking and drops a letter flat on his face before taking off again. Not a people-bird, that Pidgeot.]

You're on, old fart

hewwo?

[broceanic]

[one day, a little set of carved figures gets delivered. they're all properly painted and carefully made out of wood-- of all the pokémon present, not just blue's team.

even red's. sorry, bud. he doesn't know your history.

there's also a couple of books for woodcarving that he'd picked up-- archie knows blue wasn't interested but... well, they're good reading, he thinks.]

u say hewwo, and i say baibii ;_;

[blueser]

[...Typically, Blue would immediately contact Archie, bitch about the junk left on his desk that he didn't want, and try to make up for the kindness later, in as underhanded a way as possible.]

[But when he tries to contact Archie's crystal, there's.... nothing.]

[He knows what it means right away. Red's was the same.]

[It wasn't like he really felt close to the weird Hoennian thug, anyway; he was a criminal, and an idiot, and not that good of a trainer! ...He was nosy, and he bothered Blue all the time, and honestly he was really troublesome...]

[...and really kind. Way kinder than Blue had rightly deserved.]

[For a little while Blue just buries the figures and books under his desk, and doesn't want to think about them; he leaves the ones of his Pokémon on his desk, though, and tries not to look at them too much. He'll give the other figures to the trainers they belong to, he decides. Eventually, anyway.]

[--Except Golisopod. He's keeping that one.]