#❪ IC ❫ WATARU. » a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose.

[drgnbld]

pov the man wanted in several regions for attempted genocide gives you this look when you try to arrest him. wyd?

[drgnbld]

" ACK---- "

" YELLOW PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT. "

“. . .”

LEVITATES HIM —

[drgnbld]

@yellowsforest They stiffen when he grabs them, and for a brief flash of a moment,  lance can probably feel the fear filling their senses — before, in an instant, it vanishes again. Yellow swallows, hard. “Why?!” They shout — SHOUT — and they look so frustrated that they’re near tears. “Not fair!” 

the shout catches him off guard and it takes him a few seconds to collect the information around him, to formulate that into thoughts and speech. here yellow was - frustrated at him - because he'd refused to let them heal him? " I told you last time, " his voice, though still stern, softens slightly. " you don't need to heal everyone - to save everyone. "

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@cursedmystic.

" allowing me put a tracker on you to let me know whenever you're in the general facility would be a hundred times better than us meeting like this every time, matsuba. "

though he's looking extremely unimpressed upon the back of his dragonite, the tone in which he gives the gym leader is somewhat... fond, for a lack of a better word on wataru's behalf. matsuba was in fact the sixth person in that day alone to accidentally cross paths with the tamer and while he wasn't exactly in hiding anymore, he also wasn't entirely open to the idea of bumping into more people.

" you visiting ilex's shrine or just passing through? "

[drgnbld]

" good morning. thank you for not killing me the other night. "

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@moonkssd. The priestess is quiet, face downcast as Wataru spoke to her. This damned man...so many forgave him, overlooked what he did. Those guilty of this were from her own homeland, no less. It was appalling, but once she thought she could turn the other way, but... ...she just felt sick that she could so willingly ignore all the suffering. Her hands trembled, itching to slap some sense into the man. But she held firm. Her ears were red, a sign that the spritualist's own senses were being assaulted right now as they faced each other. A blessing and a curse, to be so sensitive to everything around her that was unseen by most of the world. Even someone like him. There was nothing to say to Wataru, except one thing.... "...Can you hear the screams of this world?" Yes, could he hear it? All the anger, fear and suffering? What was left unsaid was... Caused by you.

what had started as a disgruntled annoyance through being startled very quickly was replaced by heightened senses and an urge to flee. flee like he had done so in the past more times he cares to count, flee to stop any more damage caused by himself on those who simply seek to give back what he had given to so many others; to hold him accountable for every sickening act he had done as a young adult.

but try as he did, that young, bitter adult still held a firm grip on him, and that urge changed as quickly as it had came before. the urge to retaliate. to destroy. those who stood in his way were nothing but pests to him. yuri was no exception to this.

sharpened eyes stay locked onto her. they're predatory. small with intense precision. to let everyone who looked into them know nothing will be missed under his scrutiny of the surroundings. the scoff he gives her is nothing short than his usual behaviour towards her and her clan at this point.

" the screams of this world? pray tell, priestess, what has that got to do with me, a child of both clan and forest only born to listen to the needs of something beyond what the earth screams? "

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GRABS HIS FACE out of nowhere. They’re glowing. Lance can probably feel old and new scars alike starting to patch themselves over.

“Hurt?”

" what ---? what do you think you're ------ "

it's only when the familiar sensation washing over him, plus the added glow emanating in front, does lance realise what yellow's trying to do. hands SNAP to remove their hands from his face - wincing as the scars stop healing mid-flow with the pull of tight skin providing further sensation - and he's glaring. it's an immediate reaction, one he's certain is the wrong one, but to have yellow go directly against his wishes causes a quick brief anger to rise.

" what did we agree on, yellow?! you don't need to heal me! "

[drgnbld]

You're safe here. You can rest now.

@yellowsforest.

they've always preferred the sanctuary of solitude over safety in numbers. in solitude, you fend for yourself - your priority is keeping you alive - no needing to worry about others or potentially having to keep an eye out for betrayal; he's witnessed it first hand too many times in the past and refuses to be found in that predicament again.

he never thought, even for a second, he'd be finding solice within Yellow's domain after everything he had done. done to their friends, to their world,

to them,

but there he was. badly bruised, cut up, looking half way to death with eyes screaming: I'VE SEEN BEYOND THE VOID! hiding away from the authorities, wanted for atrocities none could possibly imagine, alive or dead. and realistically, if Lance hadn't made his way towards Viridian Forest that latter request would've been very plausible - it's a shock for him to be alive, too.

" don't want to rest, " Lance all but snarls out, teeth baring, yet visibly grimacing after the attempt to use his voice so violently following months of exhaustion. it's raspy, unused, and very unfamiliar to him even with the short period he's been sat with Yellow. hostile as ever. " why are you helping me? "

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Also. Perches here. Talk about ur relationship with me; aniki

" you're... a pain in my ass, quite frankly. "

well this has started off great.

" you turn up out of nowhere, ruined my plans again and again even when they didn't concern you. you could have walked away from that attack in viridian and I would have been none the wiser of your existence. you wouldn't have become an enemy. that's all on you. "

though the words are harsh, there's little emotion behind them. monotoned almost. to anybody else this control of emotion might have been a terrifying prospect, but to yellow? the meaning is simple: wataru no longer feels connected to those thoughts or words anymore.

" at first i pitied you. then, i was furious with you. trying to 'teach me' to become a better person because you saw it in me. pathetic and a waste of time - or so i thought at the time. since then you've become somebody i've come to rely on... somebody to connect with and to understand that hatred and destruction isn't the way to solve problems...

" do i hate that? absolutely. but do i now consider you family? of course. my annoying little sibling who i'd push face first into a bush but would die protecting. "

@yellowsforest

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seeing if posting ic tags separate will allow it to appear in my tags attempt 4000000+ (tags beneath cut for safe-keeping).

WATARU. » ❪ IC ❫ a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. LANCE. » ❪ IC ❫ i'm just searching for the sky I've lost.

[drgnbld]

( for wataru ) vigil appears before wataru, a beedrill at their side. they hold something out — a stone of some sort. an observant person might discern, despite the rough quality of the stone, a holographic insignia within. it seems that, despite their ignorance of anything related to training pokemon, they had an inkling that this stone might be special or useful.

" what's this you've got? "

warily his hand extends out to accept the small offering - the weight certainly more than expected at first sight. the insignia isn't something he's seen a lot of though it's undeniable how similar it was to the stone clipped to the straps of his cape; a gift from far away lands, the same megastone is attached to his charizard's wrist.

but how had vigil gotten their hands on one? and in viridian forest no less? had it been mined or lost by another trainer? curious questions turned more into ones of paranoia, debating whether the forest was once again in danger from strangers beyond.

still the item stays within calm hands, being tossed between them and studied thoroughly. amber gaze returns to the beedrill who appears to be within the same stance: eyeing the stone carefully but with a pull towards it. beedrillite maybe?

he extends his hands back out, brow raised. " good job kid. you wanna keep it? could be connected to your partner here. "

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his voice is barely above a murmur with words akin to suppose it would directed towards the gym leader as he slips off the back of dragonite to step in line with him. wataru gives little notice to the gengar as they appear bar a nod of acknowledgement over them; dragonite, however, chirps with extreme happiness over the ghost, likely a goodbye, as mere seconds later she returns to the pokéball on wataru's belt.

" sure, why not, it's not as if I don't spend enough time around it these days anyway, " though his voice sounds it should carry some annoyance, it doesn't, his neutral tone clipping on the very edge of snark with the directness which comes with it.

he still follows the dirt track through the forest at a leisurely pace though, obviously not minding too much having to retrace his steps of the last few weeks.

the forest has been awfully quiet recently, celebi too, maybe it was in some need of small offerings to perk it back up. " you'll be pleased to hear that celebi's refrained from causing mischief to travellers recently. it's been... boring. pretty boring. "

"That would ruin the fun of it, wouldn't it?"

Matsuba slides his hands into his pockets, his face mostly hidden behind his scarf as he takes in the other's expression of exhaustion of vague annoyance. It's something almost amusing, though he won't press the issue about it.

"A bit of both. I was already in the area, so I'm visiting the shrine for the holiday. If you're already here, you might as well go with me."

He waves his hand a bit, stepping past the massive Dragonite. His Gengar peeks from his shadow, blinking both eyes open before grinning at the dragon tamer.

"I brought offerings. Might as well have help setting them up."

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"Dont tell me you're leaving...Aren't you forgetting something?"

Keigo coos, holding Wataru's hand tightly and with a lazy smile he leans against him. Yes, He's blowing him a kiss.

@othersidecfparadise

" can't you ask for anything normally? " their morning ritual at this point consisted of keigo making some... rather questionable remarks or acting in particular ways. he's never understood it himself, nor has he reached a conclusion on why he sees it out regardless ( denial ). it's become routine and well - he would miss it once it left him, not that he'd ever admit to that.

with an over-dramatic pained groan, wataru leans in and gives... his partner? lover? whatever - gives keigo what he wants: a goodbye kiss, though it's short lived and somewhat impatient. " besides, you've got work to attend so don't act like i'm the sole villain here. "

[drgnbld]

Truth + What are your feelings on Keigo

LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE. ft. @othersidecfparadise.

" why do you want to know? " he was many things to wataru: a threat, nuisance, a liability mostly. both enemies of each other with two very different goals and purposes on this earth; he viewed keigo as an obstacle to those plans and no doubt was that mutual too. they just happened to stumble into each other's bed one night, felt comfort and control over one another, that possessive crave tugging within the very depth of his soul to have keigo at his dismissal.

that's what he believed. a few rare nights turned into every weekend. they turned into hushed phone calls, rushing to their side without hesitating, holding hands while watching the moon and stars paint the skies every night. it turned into him realising that after all this time he just wanted somebody to stand at his side and tell him that he was enough. that his anger was well placed but now it was time to rest.

" he is a situational ally. nothing more. "

[drgnbld]

murder  is  okay  if  no  one  catches  you  doing  it.

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Be a good boy? If Yellow had been trying to find the correct words to rile Lance up they were right on the money from the beginning of their meeting.

A familiar sensation washes over him as the yellow glow emanates from their fingertips; the feeling of skin tightening, scars forming before promptly healing as if they were one of the many which littered his skin for decades, right at home with the rest. All except the largest wound hidden to his side and beneath seared clothing. One he had sustained from the lava before Dragonair's bubble move could protect his skin.

It's only when Yellow touches it does he flinch and aggressively reach to smack their hand away from it. No more bleeding, no more healing necessary.

at least he was being silent about it.

@drgnbld , continued from here

“Be quiet.”

The words come out soft and gentle, despite the perhaps rude selection of them. Aniki is in no way, shape or form in any condition to be arguing with them now — not with the amount of blood he’s losing.

Yellow is fairly certain they could take him on any day of the week regardless, and undoubtably so when he’s so on the brink of death.

They reach out to take his face in their hands, turning him this way and that. The glow slips easily from their fingertips, seeping into Wataru’s skin like water, repairing any damages that they touch.

“Be a good boy and be silent. Okay?”

They don’t answer his question, not really. They don’t have an answer.