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[gildead]

@wariodemambo asked:

Sorry, it took him a moment to notice you, kid. He quietly motioned Gold to the seat next to him. Still smoking, not really intending to put it out but at least keeping the smoke away from the kid. His muted demeanor said more than words could... But despite his want for silence, he does take a second to rub the kids back. ❝... ❞ He put the cigarette out on the countertop. ❝ Did I ever tell you how I met the Princess? ❞ Surely, Shokora has. But... ❝Best trip I ever had. Brought back all sorts of goodies, too. ❞

Gold lets out a whimper as Wario rubs his back. Though his bangs have flopped in front of his face, they hide neither the copious amount of black sludge gushing down his cheeks, nor the faint bruises materializing on his forehead and around his sockets. His sleeves wrap around himself in a self-soothing gesture as he rocks back and forth, silently.

"N-no. You haven't." His voice sounds hoarse, more than it already does on a usual basis. "I-- I heard it from Mom, but not from--"

He pauses and doubles over, hacking up more of the black sludge from his mouth as he thinks about Shokora. Ho-Oh above, they're going to have to tell her. She still doesn't know. "Not from you, and I... I don't think Papeeno or CC ever heard about it to start."

Not that CC would ever get to.

[noisester]

@wariodemambo:

❝ SUCH THRRRRILLING DESIGNS! ❞ Hope you weren't planning on using Noisey #1,273, The Odor. Because Orbulon is shaking it around in his freaky little hands and pressing his glasses against its face. He then moves to the nearest camera ... and tries to crawl inside it? ❝ NEVER HAS ORBULON SEEN SUCH ... ❞ Hang on, he's thinking of the word ... ❝ ART! WHO HAS PUT THE CHASE ONTO MISTER CRYGOR DOCTOR? ❞

"Aaiiie."

Don't worry about Noisey #1,273, it's just a little woozy from the breakneck shaking it was wrought upon, is all! Not a single thought in its CPU despite its whiskers-moustache thingamajigs briefly twitching in response. Seriously, how the hell do you explain these things to someone who's out of the loop--tiny robots based on Forknights that had the face of a horrid grem--

--Ahh, speaking of gremlins, here's the 'genius' behind those Italian-suffering devices appearing out of thin air despite being elsewhere a second ago. He doesn't look pissed though, which is a miracle, considering intruders often get on his nerves, ironically.

"OMG ORBULON WARIOWARE can you kill Wario on my behalf it'll be epic, woag--" H uh.

[gildead]

The hell is an 'Oh-meany-oh'? Is the orange guy who bears a passing resemblance to Gold's little sister referring to the strange little man with the oversized head and blank expression? Gold doesn't really think they look all too much that similar; not that he can get a good look at him, as 'Oh-meany-oh' has made his exit in the meantime, clearly freaked out by everything going on.

Gold turns to Papeeno, wondering if CC's gotten him up to speed on her adoptive family, only to blink dumbly as the orange pizza chef declares that he likes Gold's bracelets. What bracelets? He doesn't even have wrists, for crying out-

Oh. Oh he means the tape.

"Not... bracelets." Gold tugs at the caution tape on his sleeves. Between how tangled up he is and Papeeno's cheesy finger sticking to it, they're going to need a third party to free themselves. Gold wants to give CC's ice cream sandwiches a try, after all.

Plus, he can't make pizza if he's stuck.

Gold flashes on pinprick pupils and slooooooowly turns them to the doorway. "Sis... hhhhhhhhhhelp?"

     Here come the horrors!

     The Orange Frog Horror scrambled into the kitchen on all fours, and slammed face-first into the refrigerator. One small, muffled "Ogh" and a brief struggle to unstick its pizza dough face free later, it turned that wide grin towards the crying, eyeless ghost kid. Which, again, Omino would (or maybe wouldn't) like an explanation for.

     "AnothER OH-MEANY-OH!! wow!! now we can COOK-A DA—"

"Excuse me." Omino's voice might not have been loud at that moment — fearing for his life and all, you know, as usual — but the kitchen also happened to be quiet enough for his voice to carry over. "Hi. Uhm."

"C. Can I get a time-out. For a second."

"oh ok, take ur time."

"Okay. Thank you."

Pardon the Mii. Just, uh. Gonna crawl out from beneath the table and head towards the kitchen doorway, making sure to walk as far around the ghost and the frogs as possible. Wouldn't want to get horribly cursed, or snatched off of the ground, or forced to eat dirt. Excuse this third-person narration, Omino wouldn't want to include any strong language here, but this was one h*ck of a day overall, wasn't it? He's really going through all of this. Wow. Anyway, he'll be back. Let him make a quick phone call, first.

Turns back to the ghost.

"Papeeno likes your BRACELETS!"

Pokes the Caution tape. Its froglike finger might or might not be stuck to it, now.

[gildead]

@wariodemambo asked:

" Hey. " There's been a lot going on, hasn't there? Wario plopped himself next to Gold, and pulled the other into him. The silence persists for a moment more before... that darn Igglybuff once again follows Wario and hops onto his lap, looking up at Gold with its little, autistic gaze ... " I was thinkin' of namin' her Gumdrop. " It just seemed like something CC would have named her. " Whaddya think? "

There has been a lot going on, as a matter of fact. Gold's definitely feeling better than he did beforehand, especially with his healing factor on the mend. Maybe he'll be back to normalcy sooner than expected. Wario and Shokora were both extremely solid foundations to have during his recovery, and he didn't know how to thank them enough.

Gold allows Wario to pull him in for a hug, curling up next to his adoptive dad. His pupils slowly fade in and out of existence, almost as if he's a slow-blinking Meowth. As CC's Igglybuff hops onto Wario's lap, his gaze focuses on her, and a pang of guilt echoes within his chest over his fallen sister.

Or maybe it's just his heart regrowing.

"Gumdrop..." Gold repeats the name thoughtfully, a little smile forming on his features.

"Y-Yeah. She would've liked that."

[gildead]

"GO, DAD!"

[gildead]

@wariodemambo asked:

Gold's phone vibrated. [ Meet me at the Pizzeria. ]

He's locked himself in his room after he turned off the TV.

It's best Shokora doesn't know what happened yet, or his Pokémon for that matter. They would've tried to stop Gold from doing what he was currently doing anyway. His head hurt. He didn't know if it was from shock, or overstimulation from the TV, or from banging it against the wall repeatedly the way he did.

Only the ping of his phone snaps him out of his current spiral. He pauses, ignoring the crack in the wall that's just formed and inching over to his phone to read the text through his tears.

[ok.]

And in the blink of an eye, he vanishes from his room and seamlessly materializes in Peppino's Pizza.

He floats there, anxiously awaiting his dad's return.

[gildead]

Just before Gold's about to accept that this terrifying Gardevoir is somehow far more afraid of a limbless ghost child than he is of him, he hears a name that doesn't belong to him. "E...Ethan?" he asks, unsure of what he's heard.

For starters, he's from Johto, aka one of the many versions of Pokémon Japan within the Pokémon world. Ethan is not exactly a common name there, and definitely not the one a native Johtonian woman would give to her son. More disturbingly, however, is the question of what happened to him... and a Pokémon not in his party.

The mystery of Gold's death had been pulling at the fraught strands of his mind for as long as he had remembered waking up in the Ilex Forest. Perhaps one could say it was, in fact, a real cipher. If he could tell this oddly concerned Gardevoir what had happened, he would... but the wide-eyed look of panic Away was giving him was enough of a clue that he'd dwell on the topic long enough.

"I... I'm sorry. You have the wrong trainer." He affixes black sockets onto the Gardevoir, pulling at the disentangling threads of his sleeves. "My name is... Gold. Not Ethan." Four Unown pop out of his hoodie to spell the name as emphasis.

A second passes. "I don't have Azumarill either," he adds as an afterthought.

Without yet turning his full attention, he could already detect that whatever had approached him, was clearly a spirit of some form. This was nothing new to Charon, his vessel seemed to act as a sort of attractor to spirits. Part of his greater calling, he supposed.

"Ah... my lost child, I appreciate the concern... however, this form is not something that may be fixed with mere-"

His eyes finally trailed over toward the other, only to widen with bewilderment and concern. Not much could throw the Gardevoir out of his generally calm demeanor, but this... That visage. That visage was familiar. That hat. Those clothes... this was...

"...Ethan?" Now you had his full attention. His voice quickly shifted from nonchalance to near-panic. This was a trainer that had ties to his own original trainer... right?

"What has befallen you, Ethan? Where is... where is your Azumarill?"

[gildead]

"...Why are we calling my dad Hugh Jazz?"

"Y... you know that's not his name, right?"

[gildead]

SERIOUSLY DAD?

[gildead]

@wariodemambo || what if we carved pumpkins together... and we were both goth.....

Oh, thank Ho-Oh. Now he doesn't have to worry about Celebi accidentally stabbing themselves or someone else with that knife. He gives the Time Travel Pokémon a long, hard stare until they acquiesce the knife to Ashley.

"So, uh. There's this Pokémon." Of course, what else would he be looking to carve? "It's not really... one I've seen before? Or at least, it's from a far-off region, but it kinda looks like all these pumpkins. And I think it'd be cool if we made the pumpkin look like, y'know, that."

Gold pauses and lets out a series of hacking coughs, eventually spitting out an errant M-shaped Unown from within his mouth. He really wish they'd just hide in his hood, or under his hat, or somewhere far less invasive, but without his sleeves they didn't have much options. The Unown floats over to the half-broken Pokégear on the ground by Gold and taps buttons with its tiny limbs as it pulls up something.

The Unown floats to Ashley and turns the PokéGear around... to reveal a reference photo.

"It's... kinda complicated a design. I can try and find a simpler one, I just thought it'd be fun to have. Y'know. A pumpkin that's a pumpkin."

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"You can... do that?" Oh, huh. He's stopped being upset. Instead, Gold rummages through his hoodie's pocket, before slowly fumbling out what appeared to be two halves of a broken Johtonian Pokédex, snapped apart at the hinge. Both screens are cracked, and the thing's sparking dangerously.

Gold floats over the apple bell pepper's shoulder like an anxious Houndour, watching for Pepperman to make the call. "So... he's your cousin, right? Is he... nice? Like on TV? Does he actually own that van? Which of the- the Golden Apple endings is the real one? Doesn't killing kids go against his goal of trying to help them-?"

His questions. Just. Don't stop coming. Sweet merciful Ho-Oh above, the kid's a superfan.

@gildead replied to your post: is that a no :<

Aw, geez. He didn't mean to make the weird kid sad. He just can't help the visceral reaction he got when compared to an apple.

❝ N-No, look I'll… Call him for you, okay? See what I can do. ❞ However, it's kind of hard to talk to the guy who predicted 9/11 two years early ... because all of your conversations were inevitably going to loop back to 'why didn't you stop it.' ❝ Seeing as you're already dead and he didn't kill you, you might have a shot! ❞

[gildead]

PAPEENO THIS IS NOT HOW YOU GET WARIO TO ADOPT YOU.

[gildead]

@thebananwithaplan asked:

"Nah, don't listen to that grouch. You look AMAZING with a bowtie! You should wear it more often!"

"D-d'you really think so?"

"I want to believe you, but... I really don't want to annoy anyone." He's already gotten yelled at by Hypno. Having another person yell at him or express annoyance would be a step too much by now.

[gildead]

who's that pokémon? (rpc edition)

worth WAAAAAAY more than his weight in gold!! must have some pretty cool and gorgeous people looking after you if you can be so charming. any one who says your scary is a wuss. don't let those jerks get to you.

Oh, now this? This is an easy one.

"DAD!"

Look at him, Wario Walter totally random handsome stranger we don't know in the slightest. You've got him flapping nonstop in sheer excitement.

"Dad! Dad! Daddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddad--"

[gildead]

I LIKE THE ZUBAT WINGS!

What a great idea! Gold thought Zubat were pretty neat, what with how small and compact they were. He'd caught a Zubat or two back when he was still alive, but he'd never gotten the chance to put them on his team... hmm. Maybe he should add a new team member soon, he still didn't have a full team of six and a major disadvantage towards Water, Rock, and Ground types.

Plus, he'd never worn green before.

THE SHINY IS GREEN. I CAN GET A GREEN ONE EASILY. DO YOU THINK THERE ARE ANY IN GOLD?

YES! Ben was having a difficult time hiding his own excitement, the shackles on his wrists jangled as his own arms moved up and down. Oh my gosh, you're going to match with Gold from Pokémon Gold & Silver (1999). How is that not the coolest thing ever. Gold's accessories had been the final push Ben needed to break out of his comfort zone. You can only wear the same kokiri's tunic for so long...

[ I was thinking about... ] His smiled grew wider. He placed a hand on his chin and emitted a small hum. [ I like the idea of space ones. ] Space was a cool and safe pick. He didn't know any kid who didn't like space. The box goes blank for a moment, before text continued. [ Or ... maybe ... Zubat wings! We could wear each other's favorite colors with the coolest wing ties ever. ]

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@rosadolces asked:

" wh..what. Do." oh, would you look at that. she's gotten a hang of holding that igglybuff. it's squished gently into her dough-like arms and humming a little tune. doesn't change the fact that CC doesn't know what a pokemon is, though. she presents the pokemon back to gold. " train? "

Judging by the intense shuddering of Gold's tiny body and the giant smile spreading across his face, it looks as if CC's unlocked Gold's special interest. Prepare for the oncoming infodump.

"Of course!" His floppy sleeves flap up and down as he makes eye contact with Igglybuff, who seems to be completely unphased by her trainer being made up of... well, whatever it was CC consisted of. "I'd... I'd love to help train her! Seems like s-she likes you already!"

"Soooo... lemme think-" Honestly, he barely knew either. His current team wasn't really set up for battle anyway- wait a minute, she didn't know how to catch Pokémon either, right?

"How 'bout I show you how to catch more?" he asked, gently taking Igglybuff. "We-- can use Igglybuff, and it'll get stronger too."