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"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]
"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]
[This very grouchy and upset child seems like he's ready to have a tantrum again... he makes another whiny, defiant sound in response to Archie, but grabs for the water and at least swishes it around his mouth, spitting back into the bucket. Blegh.]
It didn't even work... [Blue morosely sulks, in a tiny mumble that doesn't vibrate his skull too much.]
[He means the alcohol.]
It didn't even work... [Blue morosely sulks, in a tiny mumble that doesn't vibrate his skull too much.]
[He means the alcohol.]
[Blue weakly tries to shrug the hand off, and curls himself back up again tightly. Sleep? He sure did. He'd dropped like a rock once Guzma had deposited him in bed. He hadn't had some good, proper sleep in a while now, and he hadn't slept in a bed since.........]
[Well, home.]
[Then again, he was in a strange house, and the hospitality felt foreign, and the more he was thinking about it, the more uncomfortable it was.]
[Maybe just for a little while would be okay....] ...If I can... [He murmurs, head still splitting. His eyes are in a permanent squint.] Just. Just a little.
[Well, home.]
[Then again, he was in a strange house, and the hospitality felt foreign, and the more he was thinking about it, the more uncomfortable it was.]
[Maybe just for a little while would be okay....] ...If I can... [He murmurs, head still splitting. His eyes are in a permanent squint.] Just. Just a little.
[when blue tries to shrug his hand off, archie just takes it off. he picks the bucket up as he stands up-- might as well wash it out and bring it back with some more water.]
Okay. You don't have to go anywhere anytime soon. You can stay here. [he nudges arcanine's big doggy shoulder with a hand as he gets up and goes past.] I'll be in the main room. Come get me if you need me, alright? There's some food and drink through there for Pokémon, too, if you want.
Okay. You don't have to go anywhere anytime soon. You can stay here. [he nudges arcanine's big doggy shoulder with a hand as he gets up and goes past.] I'll be in the main room. Come get me if you need me, alright? There's some food and drink through there for Pokémon, too, if you want.
[As Archie leaves, Blue doesn't say anything in return to his offer, but his jaw sets, and grinds a little to himself, like he's chewing on it. Staying... with these losers? As if! ...That's what he wants to think, anyway.]
[There wasn't anywhere else to go, but...]
[Arcanine wags as Archie passes by, but all the while he remains steadfastly by Blue's side. He'll leave when Blue does... Someone has to keep an eye on him.]
[Blue spends a few hours in and out of mostly restless napping, between his headache and everything else going on with him, but then again he's exhausted enough that he's able to get a bit of rest. But eventually, he emerges from the room, although he looks awfully hesitant about his place in the house, and doesn't bother wandering or exploring- rather makes a beeline straight for the same couch he perched on the night before, empty glass in his hand.]
[He glances up at Archie, but he doesn't seem to know what to say, waiting for Archie to speak up first instead as he slides the empty glass across the table in a wordless request for water.]
[There wasn't anywhere else to go, but...]
[Arcanine wags as Archie passes by, but all the while he remains steadfastly by Blue's side. He'll leave when Blue does... Someone has to keep an eye on him.]
[Blue spends a few hours in and out of mostly restless napping, between his headache and everything else going on with him, but then again he's exhausted enough that he's able to get a bit of rest. But eventually, he emerges from the room, although he looks awfully hesitant about his place in the house, and doesn't bother wandering or exploring- rather makes a beeline straight for the same couch he perched on the night before, empty glass in his hand.]
[He glances up at Archie, but he doesn't seem to know what to say, waiting for Archie to speak up first instead as he slides the empty glass across the table in a wordless request for water.]
[he doesn't need any prompting. archie takes the glass and deposits it near the sink, opting to get blue a clean one. puts some ice in it... maybe that'll make it refreshing! he doesn't know. he's trying his best. he brings it back through without saying anything.]
Are you hungry? [he tilts his head lightly, not staring at blue but certainly looking him over.] .... Where are you staying at the moment?
Are you hungry? [he tilts his head lightly, not staring at blue but certainly looking him over.] .... Where are you staying at the moment?
[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...]
--
[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...]
Edited 2019-05-23 23:53 (UTC)
[He's starving, but he doesn't say anything to that, instead keeping his sullen and apprehensive face in check. He grabs for the water after it's slid across, and chugs it. Thirsty, too.]
[For a long moment he doesn't say anything.]
Why do you care? [Blue finally bites out, voice hoarse from throwing up, but the bitterness isn't just from that. His brow pinches as he keeps his frown steadily on the floor.]
What's with you guys? ...Aren't you two supposed t'be criminals? What d'you think you're gonna gain helping a League member like me...?
[For a long moment he doesn't say anything.]
Why do you care? [Blue finally bites out, voice hoarse from throwing up, but the bitterness isn't just from that. His brow pinches as he keeps his frown steadily on the floor.]
What's with you guys? ...Aren't you two supposed t'be criminals? What d'you think you're gonna gain helping a League member like me...?
[dutifully, he refills the glass when blue puts it back down. he grabs a basic sandwich out the fridge; nothing special. ham and cheese. he puts it on a plate and brings it over with the water.]
I don't want anything. I never expected anythin', neither. [he scoots back, sitting his butt down opposite blue, shrugging.] All I want is for you to be safe and alright while you're here. We gotta look out for each other. Like it or not.
I don't want anything. I never expected anythin', neither. [he scoots back, sitting his butt down opposite blue, shrugging.] All I want is for you to be safe and alright while you're here. We gotta look out for each other. Like it or not.
No one really believes that. [He bites back all too quickly, even though he pulls the water back towards himself and nurses it again. He's frowning, turning this in circles in his head and making himself frustrated.]
[Ugh. His head still hurts too much for this.]
...I don't need anyplace. I've been on the road before.
[That's 'nowhere', to finally answer the question. He looks at the sandwich with longing, and tugs it over, but just picks around it for the moment.]
[Ugh. His head still hurts too much for this.]
...I don't need anyplace. I've been on the road before.
[That's 'nowhere', to finally answer the question. He looks at the sandwich with longing, and tugs it over, but just picks around it for the moment.]
[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?!
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?!
Edited 2019-05-24 02:42 (UTC)
[One moment, Blue is running.]
[The next, he’s.... hoisted into the air? Being... carried???]
[It all happens so fast the wind is nearly knocked out of him, but one thing after another today and he can’t get much more high strung and panicked than he is. He lets out a shout as he’s nabbed but by the time Killua has whisked him away, it’s hard to know if anyone heard it...]
[When Killua finally sets him down and grips his shoulders, all Blue can do is stare stupidly, fearfully for a long moment as his snatcher’s identity processes, and then his face sets into a shameful flush.] I-I...
[He’s finding it hard to get an explanation out... Clearly, something happened! Blue can only nod his head to confirm, though.]
[The next, he’s.... hoisted into the air? Being... carried???]
[It all happens so fast the wind is nearly knocked out of him, but one thing after another today and he can’t get much more high strung and panicked than he is. He lets out a shout as he’s nabbed but by the time Killua has whisked him away, it’s hard to know if anyone heard it...]
[When Killua finally sets him down and grips his shoulders, all Blue can do is stare stupidly, fearfully for a long moment as his snatcher’s identity processes, and then his face sets into a shameful flush.] I-I...
[He’s finding it hard to get an explanation out... Clearly, something happened! Blue can only nod his head to confirm, though.]
[they haven't known each other long, but Killua's expression warps with true concern—vicarious fear, even.]
Blue?
[KILLUA IS VERY CONCERNED]
Blue?
[KILLUA IS VERY CONCERNED]
—I hate that stupid bug nerd! [Blue gasps out, more angry now than anything with the moment of distance out between them. His fist bunches, rubbing his wrist where Guzma’d grabbed onto him. There’s something else in his expression too, behind the anger and tears- betrayal, maybe.]
[He’d just wanted to stop feeling indebted, that’s all, it’s not like he really cared, right? But that scar—] He can sit around in bed forever for all I care. Hmph. You were going there to mess with him? He’s a sitting duck right now. It wouldn’t even be any fun.
[Blue hugs himself, a clearly defensive posture, as his brow furrows.] ...I’m fine. He’s just stupid.
[He’d just wanted to stop feeling indebted, that’s all, it’s not like he really cared, right? But that scar—] He can sit around in bed forever for all I care. Hmph. You were going there to mess with him? He’s a sitting duck right now. It wouldn’t even be any fun.
[Blue hugs himself, a clearly defensive posture, as his brow furrows.] ...I’m fine. He’s just stupid.
[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.]
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.]
Edited (phone taagging!) 2019-05-24 10:46 (UTC)
[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.]
[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.]
[Killua's expression flattens, his eyes searching Blue's face, noting his posture...]
Huh??
What do you mean?
[bed??? sitting duck?? why does Blue's anger feel weird. Killua just looks confused, now.]
What were you doing in his house? What happened?
Huh??
What do you mean?
[bed??? sitting duck?? why does Blue's anger feel weird. Killua just looks confused, now.]
What were you doing in his house? What happened?
[Guzma's not sure what he expected. Part of him did think he'd still be pissed, but maybe he was hoping he'd have gotten over it. There's a feeling of tiredness that seeps through the connection, as he feels the slow creep of other emotions rotate through Blue.
At least Blue responded at all.]
Yeah, ya did.
[There's a pause, as if Guzma might have left it at that. Backed down, or something. The only sign that didn't happen is the continued tired and awkward feeling being fed through the line.
but also:]
...yo, about what happened... I didn't mean to scare you.
At least Blue responded at all.]
Yeah, ya did.
[There's a pause, as if Guzma might have left it at that. Backed down, or something. The only sign that didn't happen is the continued tired and awkward feeling being fed through the line.
but also:]
...yo, about what happened... I didn't mean to scare you.
Edited 2019-05-24 16:04 (UTC)
[The exhaustion, Blue presumes to be simply due to his same injured state, that is until the awkwardness joins it. He isn’t really sure why someone like Big Bad Guzma would have such an... apprehensive feeling towards him. He knew his grandstanding didn’t have any effect. He wasn’t that clueless.]
[And then something even more unexpected happens: Guzma apologizes. Sort of.]
...Huh? [Pure, innocent surprise comes across the connection like a popped bubble, and for a moment Blue is just silent. ...Is this for real? Is he taking the piss? Unease and distrust trickle across with his confusion, but it’s mixed with curiosity, like he doesn’t want to reject it out of hand. Which in itself may be surprising, from such a mistrustful kid.]
[How to respond to such an unexpected development? He couldn’t very well insist he wasn’t scared, no matter how knee jerk that reaction may be. And he didn’t have such a gentle disposition himself to accept the apology for what it was gracefully.....]
I was just making up for the week before. Don’t get it wrong. [A long overdue explanation of his own intentions, however half-truthed it may be.] You can’t rely on a kid to cook for you all the time!
[Much like all his other problems, he’s decided this one is best solved by pretending it doesn’t exist.]
[And then something even more unexpected happens: Guzma apologizes. Sort of.]
...Huh? [Pure, innocent surprise comes across the connection like a popped bubble, and for a moment Blue is just silent. ...Is this for real? Is he taking the piss? Unease and distrust trickle across with his confusion, but it’s mixed with curiosity, like he doesn’t want to reject it out of hand. Which in itself may be surprising, from such a mistrustful kid.]
[How to respond to such an unexpected development? He couldn’t very well insist he wasn’t scared, no matter how knee jerk that reaction may be. And he didn’t have such a gentle disposition himself to accept the apology for what it was gracefully.....]
I was just making up for the week before. Don’t get it wrong. [A long overdue explanation of his own intentions, however half-truthed it may be.] You can’t rely on a kid to cook for you all the time!
[Much like all his other problems, he’s decided this one is best solved by pretending it doesn’t exist.]
[For whatever reason, Blue turns red.]
[The question has an explanation that’s too long and too complicated, so a dismissive half-truth comes instead.] Laughing at him. He looks pathetic laid up like that, so much for Big Bad Guzma, hmph!
[And with that out of the way, he tries to escape the topic.] ...but I don’t wanna be there anymore. He pisses me off. Let’s hang out instead.
[It’s obvious there’s a lot of missing pieces in this story, but it’s also obvious that Blue is dodging. It’s up to Killua whether to let him get away with it or not.]
[The question has an explanation that’s too long and too complicated, so a dismissive half-truth comes instead.] Laughing at him. He looks pathetic laid up like that, so much for Big Bad Guzma, hmph!
[And with that out of the way, he tries to escape the topic.] ...but I don’t wanna be there anymore. He pisses me off. Let’s hang out instead.
[It’s obvious there’s a lot of missing pieces in this story, but it’s also obvious that Blue is dodging. It’s up to Killua whether to let him get away with it or not.]
[Killua stares at Blue's red cheeks for a second, then blinks back up to meet his eyes as he explains.
he decides he doesn't know Blue well enough to interrogate, even though he'd definitely like to know what the fuck is happening, but he's definitely going to keep it in mind....]
—Guzma?
[........Killua's gone a month without even knowing this dude's name.
but Killua finally feels like there's enough adequate implications to grasp on. he's too distracted to react to Blue's proposition, right away.]
He's bed-ridden? I thought you were in trouble! He's kind of dangerous... [what could he have possibly done. he supposes that lazy asshole would just sic a bug on someone making him mad if he were injured, but Blue's got monsters too...either way, Killua supposes, confidently, that Guzma is, above all else, a total asshole. not good company for sensitive people.] You were hanging out with him like that?
Are you the reason why he's bed-ridden, or something?
[??????]
he decides he doesn't know Blue well enough to interrogate, even though he'd definitely like to know what the fuck is happening, but he's definitely going to keep it in mind....]
—Guzma?
[........Killua's gone a month without even knowing this dude's name.
but Killua finally feels like there's enough adequate implications to grasp on. he's too distracted to react to Blue's proposition, right away.]
He's bed-ridden? I thought you were in trouble! He's kind of dangerous... [what could he have possibly done. he supposes that lazy asshole would just sic a bug on someone making him mad if he were injured, but Blue's got monsters too...either way, Killua supposes, confidently, that Guzma is, above all else, a total asshole. not good company for sensitive people.] You were hanging out with him like that?
Are you the reason why he's bed-ridden, or something?
[??????]
[That feeling of surprise, sudden and soft, is a reassurance Guzma wasn't aware he needed. When did he start to give a shit about this kid? This stupid punk kid with too many emotions and too much bravado? He really shouldn't have to think too hard on it, honestly. He was the leader of a bunch of emotional teens with shitty attitudes, after all. He's got a weak spot, even if he wants to pretend he doesn't.]
Kid, I never believed your fronting from day one, I sure as fuck ain't believing it now.
[So, cut the shit, Blue. Ain't no one got time for your fragile ego. Maybe if Guzma wasn't busy dealing with this perpetual weariness from recovery he'd have more stamina in all of this. Maybe his annoyance would turn into a grudge, and he'd turn Blue away for slighting him.
Maybe after almost dying he's realized that he shouldn't squander the few things that make him feel somewhat good. Whatever the case, he seems to want to make amends. There's a genuine sort of feeling through the line, a strange sort to come from Big Bad Guzma, that's for sure.]
Gotta admit, your cooking was real good.
Kid, I never believed your fronting from day one, I sure as fuck ain't believing it now.
[So, cut the shit, Blue. Ain't no one got time for your fragile ego. Maybe if Guzma wasn't busy dealing with this perpetual weariness from recovery he'd have more stamina in all of this. Maybe his annoyance would turn into a grudge, and he'd turn Blue away for slighting him.
Maybe after almost dying he's realized that he shouldn't squander the few things that make him feel somewhat good. Whatever the case, he seems to want to make amends. There's a genuine sort of feeling through the line, a strange sort to come from Big Bad Guzma, that's for sure.]
Gotta admit, your cooking was real good.
Edited 2019-05-24 18:01 (UTC)
Back home, where feelin' bad don't make a perpetual rainstorm follow you.
[it's not said accusatorily. there's no pity in his tone either; it's stated as a simple fact.]
You should at least have a base to go back to. Even if it's the crummiest apartment ever on the edge of town.
[it's not said accusatorily. there's no pity in his tone either; it's stated as a simple fact.]
You should at least have a base to go back to. Even if it's the crummiest apartment ever on the edge of town.
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