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agonyaster · 2 years ago

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mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant.

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in.

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket.

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried.

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess.

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up.

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie.

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns.

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned.

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end.

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months.

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch.

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room.

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week.

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest.

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

#writing #pokemon #depot agents #depot agent ramses #depot agent isadore #manectric #my favorite little dorito disaster #dori dori dori dori #and ramses <3 teddybear man #got some cloud n cameron things in thr works #solo jackie too #but we shall see

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sningo-prompts · 3 years ago

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Emmet hurts Sningo by mistake. Maybe while picking him up, giving him a bath, or when they are laying down to sleep. The sound of Ingo in pain and knowing it was from his hand, oh this man cant handle it. He breaks.

>:)

Should i do all three situations? Im gonna do the bath one but if yall want the other two let me know mk! I actually have the other two fleshed out but i dont wanna make this too long. So ya gotta want it to get it xD

After everything at the hospital and the time spent staying up making sure Ingo made it through the nightmare that was this situation they finally had a little bit of calm. It was Ingos second night back. Emmet fully believed this sneasel was his brother. The tests didnt lie but he didnt fully believe them so when Ingo was finally coming around from the medication Emmet just asked. “Its it really you Ingo?” His voice was so small sounding And trembling. To his surprise the sneasel nodded and leaned into Emmets hand. Emmet and Ingo both started crying when the finally and truely had each other back.

Now it was the next night. Things had calmed down enough for Emmet to actually notice how dirty his brother was. He could understand himself missing the filth, being blinded by worry does that, but the hospital staff? Was Ingo really that bad when he got there for them to skip cleaning him up. Sure they had cleaned around his main wounds but other than that his brother was just a mess. “How long had he been out there?” The thought saddened Emmets heart but he quickly shook it away. Hes here now, hes safe now and thats what’s important. No need to dwell on that now, but his brothers state couldnt be overlooked.

Now really watching how his brother was acting it was clear the mess was bothering Ingo aswell. The way Ingo would try and “brush” down his messy fur. How he would flinch at the way dust fell out. How could he not see that sooner. So he decided but he had to make sure Ingo was ok with it first “Ingo? I think you might need a good bath, dont you?” Emmet tried to make it sound like he was teasing his brother. Just like old times right? He didnt think he really did a good job sounding not tired but the way Ingo sighed, nodded made him feel better. It was as if his brother was saying “You might be right.” So Emmet set to drawing a shallow bath. Making sure the water was the night temperature he called for his brother. Only has he looked over his shoulder he could see Ingo had been there the whole time. Emmet didnt miss that little flinch Ingo had at his shouting either. Making sure to keep his voice down “Sorry, but its ready.” As hes rolling his sleeves up he sees Ingo attempting to pull himself up over the side of the tub. Emmet goes to gently lift his brother over the side only to have Ingo jump out of his grip. Ingo quickly turns on Emmet, back pressed to the tub. Mentally scolding himself Emmet apologies yet again. Now with Ingos ok, Emmet lifts his brother over the side and gently places him in the tub.

Ingo not wanting to trouble his brother tries to clean himself but its harder to do with his body so weak plus he doesnt have full control oh his claws yet. So indead of being stubborn he gives up and tried to ask Emmet for help, who ofcourse agrees. Emmet trying to be as gently as he can starts rising Ingo with a small cup. Careful of his brothers face and ears. Ingo seems to have relaxed a bit into Emmets touch so Emmet takes this as a sign to keep going. Getting a cloth he starts scrubbing Ingos head. Ingo seems to enjoy having his head scratched Emmet noted as his brothers eyes closed. Its once Emmet started on Ingos back did things take a turn for the worse.

At seeing Ingos relaxed expression Emmet himself relaxed causing him to be a little ruffer. He hit a wound on Ingos back. Ingo yelped out in pain, arching his back away from Emmets touch. Emmet himself dropped the cloth and froze in place. He stayed there frozen. “I hurt him. I promised him he would be safe and i hurt him” over and over in his head. It wasnt until Ingo put the cloth back in his hand did he snap back. The look on Ingos face. He was sure of it. He was trying to comfort Emmet. Stumbling over his own apologies till Ingo stopped him. He began again. If it had only happened once tjat would have been fine but no. Emmet had hit several sore spots on Ingo. After the 3rd time Eemet could tell Ingo was trying to hide the pain. This was breaking his heart to do. But Ingo was right. He needed to get cleaned. Ao Emmet kept going in silence.

The only sound was of dripping water. Little did Ingo know but it had not been from the faucet but from Emmet himself.

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au #angsty #sorry i lost the ending because my roommate pulled me to eat. so i had like 30 minutes between the last paragraph and the rest.#i had a huge big angst planned but i forgot rip #that last line doesnt hit how i wsmt it to sadly #oh well i gotta get ready for work now i guess #submas

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madd-nix · 3 years ago

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So, after drawing this, I wanted to write out this scenario of Ingo playing his celestica flute for Rosie. So, here it is! I just really like the idea of Ingo trying to share his experiences from Hisui with his daughter as the last living member of the Pearl Clan.

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Rosie woke up earlier than normal one morning. She groaned and looked at the clock. 7:47 am. On a Saturday morning. She had been hoping to sleep in at least until 8:30 if not 9:00. But she couldn't go back to sleep. So, she just kept laying in bed.

The sound was soft and quiet. The longer she laid in bed, the more she was able to focus on listening to the sound. She slowly started to realize that it sounded like a flute. And it sounded like it was nearby.

"Well, I might as well try to find the sound, since I can't go back to sleep," she reasoned.

Rosie quietly made her way out of bed, making sure to not wake Marnie, who shared a room with her. She left the room and followed the sound all the way towards the deck.

The door that led to the outdoor deck on the second floor of their house had a window in it, allowing Rosie to look outside. Sitting there in one of the deck chairs was her dad. Ingo had his back towards her as he played a flute while several Sneasels surrounded him. His own Sneasel, that he had been able to take home with him from Hisui, was sitting on his lap. They all seemed almost mesmerized by the music he was playing.

Quietly, Rosie cracked the door open. However, it wasn't nearly as quiet as she had hoped it would be. The door hinges creaked slightly, which alerted the Sneasels and then Ingo to her presence.

"Oh, sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No need to apologize, Rosie. But did my practicing wake you up? I apologize if that's the case." Rosie shook her head.

"No, I woke up on my own. Guess I just couldn't sleep in today." She walked over to him, being careful to not trample any of the Pokemon. "Um, why so many Sneasels?"

"Ah, it's because of the specific tune I was playing," Ingo explained. "This was the tune Lady Irida taught me for when I needed to call Lady Sneasler. It also has an effect on Sneasels."

Rosie nodded as she started to pet the Hisuian Sneasel on Ingo's lap. The Sneasel purred and Rosie pulled up a chair to sit next to Ingo. The Sneasel then moved to sit on Rosie's lap, and she nuzzled her head against Rosie's chest.

"I've never seen you play that flute," Rosie commented.

"I typically like to practice alone. I'm not embarrassed to play in front of others, but I typically only ever played my flute for Lady Sneasler, unless I had to teach a tune to someone," Ingo said as he looked down at his flute. "I guess I also just like playing alone to feel more connected with the sound and with the Pokemon around me. It makes me feel as though I am back in Hisui."

"Do you ever wish you could go back to Hisui?" Rosie asked.

"No, at least not permanently," Ingo said after a moment of thought. "As much as I miss the friends I made there, this is my home. I never felt like I belonged in Hisui, and I had always hoped I could regain my memories and somehow get home. I am glad that Emmet came to help me with that."

"Would you ever go back to visit?"

"Perhaps, as long as I would know that my stay would be temporary." Ingo smiled a little as a thought crossed his mind. "It would be nice to introduce you to the other members of the Pearl Clan. Lady Irida would be very happy to meet you, as well as the other wardens. I am sure the Diamond Clan and Galaxy Team would also like to meet you, and Lady Sneasler would surely love you as well."

"Yeah, I'd love to meet all your friends!" Rosie said excitedly. Ingo chuckled.

"Perhaps I can see if Emmet can summon a Celebi again to take us there for a temporary stop," Ingo suggested.

"Yeah!"

There was a beat of silence before Ingo lifted up his flute again.

"Would you like to hear me play some more?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Rosie scooted closer, eager to hear him play.

Ingo brought the flute up to his lips. He held the flute with his left hand as his fingers automatically went to the holes of the flute, and his right hand rested at the bottom, almost covering the end of the flute. He then began playing a beautiful tune.

Rosie watched him as she listened to the music. She watched as he moved his fingers along the flute to create just the right notes. His movements seemed so fluid and natural from years of practice, as if this was something he always knew how to do. He didn't even need to look down. She could understand how the Sneasels were so mesmerized by it.

Eventually, Ingo stopped playing and lowered his flute.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Rosie asked. "That was so cool and the music was so pretty!" Ingo smiled and handed her the flute.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Rosie took the flute carefully and looked at it. She then looked to her dad who just nodded encouragingly.

She held the flute up to her lips and held it in her hands the same way she saw Ingo hold it. He nodded, then pointed to a few of the holes.

"Place your fingers here on these holes like this. That will create the first note," he explained. Rosie did as she was told, then blew into the flute. It was the first note of the song that Ingo had just played.

"I did it!" Rosie looked up to Ingo with a big smile.

"Bravo! That was perfect!" Ingo practically shouted his praise. Rosie chuckled and played the note again.

"Shall we try the next note?" he asked. Rosie nodded, and Ingo showed her where to move her fingers.

This continued for a while as Ingo taught Rosie each note one at a time. As they added each note, Rosie played through what she knew, and it slowly started to sound closer to what Ingo had played. Just as she was starting to get close to finishing the song, there was a knock on the deck door. They both turned to see who it was.

"I am Emmet. Are you two coming to eat breakfast?" Emmet asked as he peeked out through the door.

"Morning Uncle Emmet! Dad's teaching me how to play the flute!" Rosie said as she held up the instrument. She then played a few notes to show what she knew.

"Oh, that sounds verrry good, Rosie!" Emmet clapped for her little performance.

"She is a very fast learner," Ingo added.

"Can we practice some more after breakfast?" Rosie asked.

"Of course. I'm sure Piers and Marnie will be happy to hear you play as well. For now, we should head inside. And you," Ingo looked to the wild Sneasels, "should all head home now. We can play more for you later."

The Sneasels all let out little cries of slight disappointment before scampering off the deck. Rosie handed Ingo his flute back and she picked up the Hisuian Sneasel in her arms so she could carry her inside. Ingo followed after her, and they were both quickly met with the smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. It was time for breakfast.

#my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon oc #oc #rosie #subway boss rosie #submas #ingo #subway boss ingo #subway master nobori #emmet piers and marnie are all there too but not as much so i won't bother tagging them

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ghostlight-express · 3 years ago

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Copy of a thread about Sol & Emmet reacting to Ingo's disappearance from my private twitter. Mentions PLA spoilers. This was also written before I made Rena so it's no longer "canon" to Sol's life but I figured I would share it anyway. Also includes a drawing of "Subway Boss Sol" at the end.

Sol has a sixth sense for danger. On one hand, it can give her an edge in battles, knowing when the opponent is going to let off a potentially devastating move. On the other hand, it really doesn't help her anxiety & can really put her on edge at times.

So when Ingo suddenly disappears without a trace? When she & Emmet first notice he's late, she thinks nothing of it. Minutes turn into hours & she's trying to reassure Emmet that Ingo is fine. She's worried too, but she doesn't get *that* feeling, so she trusts that Ingo will turn up. The next day she does get anxious that he hasn't come home or called back or anything. You can't report an adult missing till 48 hours have passed though, so she focuses on keeping Emmet from freaking out.

Another day, & she goes to the police with Emmet to report Ingo missing.

Sol's anxiety increases exponentially. Days turn into weeks. When they aren't out searching, Emmet & Sol are trying to console each other. Sol keeps apologizing for not knowing something was wrong. She feels broken. The more she spirals, the worse Emmet feels. The worse he feels, the more she spirals. They stop going out to search. While Sol holes herself up in the bedroom wallowing in depression, Emmet obsessively searches online for answers. Elesa's visits to check in with them become more frequent. She makes sure they eat, tries to get them to go out, at least for some fresh air. On bad days she resigns herself to opening the windows for a while (if it's cold outside she'll make sure to wrap them up in blankets first).

Maybe at some point Emmet stumbles across stuff about Sinnoh history, the wardens of Hisui, & a mention of Ingo. Maybe the article or whatever says that one day the Sneasler warden disappeared as suddenly as he arrived. Which means maybe he didn't die in Hisui. Which means maybe he'll be back.

If Ingo comes back, the moment Sol sees him she will fall to her knees & sob uncontrollably. She & Emmet will not let him out of their sights for at least a month (for the first week or two they take turns on Ingo Night Watch before he & Elesa manage to convince them to just sleep normally).

Elesa probably suggests the trio get a goddamn therapist.

When the twins get back to their job as subway bosses, Sol goes with them.

Where before Ingo's disappearance she spent her time working part time in a clothing store, she now takes her work with her on the subway while hanging out with one or both of the brothers. When a trainer makes it to their car, she tries to focus more on her work but still can't help but react to the battle (including when her sixth sense goes off). She doesn't want to give the brothers an unfair advantage, but they're usually too caught up in the battle to even consider looking to her for cues.

Before the disappearance, sometimes Sol would actually surprise the brothers by battling her way to them. She ended up losing to them the first few times, but the first time she wins they go out that night to celebrate. Eventually she gets to where she's tied with them for wins vs losses. The more she battles them the more they learn her strategies, but she learns theirs as well. One day she jokes about becoming a subway boss herself, but the twins don't shoot down the idea.

After Ingo's return, at some point on the multi line the twins offer to let her swap with one of them for a battle. They also ask the challenging trainer if that's alright with them first of course.

Also she's not quite as in sync w/ her partner as the other brother, they still manage to win quite handily. Sol finds she missed battling, & they start inviting her to swap out on a regular basis.

Eventually they have a serious talk about making her an official subway boss. She agrees on the condition that she gets to make her own uniform. She worries that they'll give her a grey version of their uniform & she does NOT like the look of that in her head.

She briefly considers basing it on Zekrom & Reshiram, or maybe her namesake, Absol, but if her uniform is too different from the twins it would draw too much attention to herself (& the twins would probably veto it anyway).

She gets the pattern for the coat & tweaks it to her liking, including using both black & white. Swaps out a necktie for a jabot, shoes for boots, & leans into the b&w color split.

She also decides to get a haircut; she's starting a new era of her life! It's just a little bit shorter but she ditches the emo bangs for a side part.

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