blueser | IC CONTACT

[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!

[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!

[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.]

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...?

[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...]

[ooc; juuuust after this]
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[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)

[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.]

Edited (phone taagging!) 2019-05-24 10:46 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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?]

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

[ 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. ]

Hey, weirdo. You around?

[ 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 ]

[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.'

[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.]

its mine again

misfire

misfire dream

Mixed Message - Feb 28 (Audio Telepathy)