#thread: gnzma

[pyroclastic-lorekeepers]

Archie barely resists rolling his eyes. He's not sure if the guy is like this with everyone, or if it's someone else who read the news and felt like taking a swing at him... Though usually in the latter case, the swing was purely verbal, and tended to shrivel up when he turned his full attentions to them. This guy, though... strikes him as willing to go a lot further than just verbal.

At least he seems just generally disagreeable. Archie's pretty sure he prefers that over finding someone with a bone to pick about Hoenn all the way in Alola.

Either way... Definitely scamp. Big scamp, but scamp nonetheless.

"Alright, alright, hold yer horseas," he says, holding up his hands and taking a step back. "I ain't lookin' for a tourist guide, don't worry. I'm goin'."

Time to head further on down the beach and find those damn corsola he's looking for. Whether that's suitably off the guy's turf, he has no idea.

...scamp. Really. Guzma glares at the other with a clearly unimpressed expressions, his grunts sharing a quick confused glance.

"Do I look like some tourist guide, pal?" the Skull leader snaps, both hands on his hips as he looks at the other up and down before continuing "How 'bout this. I'm sure you'll find plenty.. away from us. Bug off!"

[nolongeraqualeader]

Why is he still thinking about the other day...

[frcstbittenheart]

@gnzma continued from here

Olga gazes up into Guzma's steely grey eyes with absolute determination. Don't be afraid, she thinks. Not all the rumors can be true. And even if they are, you're desperate.

"Olga Yahtontov, sir." She says. "I need a place to stay. If you let me live here in Po Town, I will make it worth your while. I have enough rent money for... A good few months, I think."

[tapuhauko]

Aaaand now his mom is at Shady House for some reason. This is just great.

[infernalpursuit]

!!! AWAY FOR A LIL BIT + WORK !!

[ little communications regarding my future availability!! ]

I'll be away from TOMORROW, the 26th of October, to MONDAY, the 28th! i'm unlikely going to be online if not to save potential drafts in the evening, but i'll still try to put a few things in the queue in a handful of blogs

I HAVE A JOB NOW!!! and i start the 29th!!!!!!! it's going to be a new thing for me, and the shift changes every week -- still, it's going to be 8 hours 5 days a week, plus an extra hour of break and one total to go back and forth from there. needless to say i'm going to be less active anywhere, especially in the first few weeks

for both reasons, expect me to use the queue even more. depending on my activity and the number of drafts i have, the number of threads that will be posted will be one/two every day.

i haven't dropped any thread as for now, so if you're wondering where your reply is. its likely waiting in line

i want to empty the askboxes of my current more-or-less active blogs before leaving, still ( meaning @miratenebrarum, @ultimateutopia, @mnstcrbnll, @hisuianicarus, @gnzma and @perishscng ), so. wish me good luck fnasdg

furthermore, i want to ask anyone new to fill up my interest checkers!

[aetherceuse]

Me watching this thread between @gnzma and @ghetsis like

[tapumana]

@gnzma comes near bulu's temple. throws a can of soda inside.

leaves. fuckyou

no, guzma. you thought to leave.

the can of soda ubruptly stops mid air, caught by the vines at the entrance of the temple. the nature around the sacred place moves as well, fast as a flash, the grass growing long and alive to close guzma in a tight, violent hug, forcing his figure to turn towards the temple once again. in a matter of an instant, the can is thrown back at him, vines acting like the thread of a bow, ten times stronger than the skull's leader did.

aiming to the face. aiming to break the can on his face, full force, as a rock hurled to an enemy to make them bleed. the grass would let him go instantly would the can hit, to let the strength of the blow and the gravity worsen the situation by themselves.

to see him fall, bleed, crawl like a worm. tapu bulu is done with your disrespect, guzma.

[intentosolenne]

@gnzma​ / i was supposed to send this, but i got inspired and became too long.

a rustle of leaves from the side of the road can catch the skull’s leader ears, and for a few seconds, nothing happens. no creature nor human accompanies the sound, leaving it as maybe just a product of the wind  ——  for a few seconds, because eventually a man appears. or, maybe, it’s better to say that he stumbles out of the trees, and almost falls to the ground. almost. he’s barely standing, but by god, he doesn’t seem intentioned to fall, despite his state would suggest he’s about to: blatantly lacking sleep, the trench coat presenting various cuts some of which that were strong enough to cut the skin under and be bloody, his legs barely holding him up... he doesn’t even really seem sure of where he is exactly.

« fuckin’ finally, the bloody road  ——  » he comments under his breath, before looking up, and suddenly noticing there’s someone else. there’s a moment of silence, before he starts limping towards the other.

« hey. hi. » he says, his voice flat and calm like his state is completely normal and he isn’t about to faint. « ye kno’ where a bloody bar is ‘round here? ‘cause i need a fuckin’ drink. »

[lvsamine]

A vertical split in the air ripped open to reveal an Ultra Wormhole, where a curious Nihilego gently drifted out of. Once they exited, the wormhole sealed itself back up, disappearing from view.

【 ＷＥＴ．】

This is the only thought PARASITE has upon landing in the perpetually rainy Route 17, located on Ula'Ula. It's well into the night, leaving the surrounding area devoid of life... For the most part. While slowly floating around, getting a feel for this location, they notice a large clump of heat signals coming from behind a large stone barrier - Life.

This barrier isn't an issue for them, and they hover up and over it with ease, now past Route 17 and into Po Town. Something about this place... They get a vague sense of familiarity from it, despite having never been here. Was there a life form they were familiar with? Fueled by curiosity, they took to the shadows, cutting through the town and moving closer to the Shady House.

There were a lot of life forms in this building, but there was only one it was interested in. Scaling the Shady House, it notices a specific individual inside - PARASITE knew him well. He was with them and The Host in Ultra Space. He had been afraid for reasons they didn’t understand. Did he still fear them? It floated closer to the window, silhouetting itself in its frame.

【 ＨＥＬＬＯ．】

Their attempt at communication came out as a strange, distorted screech, hopefully loud enough for him to hear even if he couldn’t understand. PARASITE tilted its head as they waited for a response.

starter for @gnzma !!

[renaissanceduroi-archive]

replies owed: 

iruldavare: seeing the future

lionfanged: light/dark ; secret lab ; espeon

fallenspirit: pyroar ; shiny

fuladaris: i don’t even know anymore. at least like 6 threads

utagau: cafe, first meeting

you-or-x-the-world

fluereternelle

hibanakabu: cooking class, +??

xfaucheuse

pinkrival

marstus

sycamxre

asks owed: yellraiser

as always, let me know if i don’t have you here. it has been so, so chaotic lately, i’m sure i’m missing things

[aelirus]

Well, he got ya' there, Cyrus.

At least the one suffering the most out of this exchange is Guzma himself.

"I mean ya still did sougghhHBL."

this was a terrible idea.

[eldunea]

@gnzma​ (cont’d from here)

with one stroke of his sword, he slices the chair clean in half, and its two parts clatter to the ground. he looks down at guzma with the blade still in his hand, half tempted to give him a swipe or two to scare him off--

no. no. they’re going to settle this. MAN TO MAN.

      a wicked grin spreads across his face as he unsheathes his claws. “is it a fight you want, human? i’ll give you one!”

and with that he lunges, claws unsheathed, ready to kick this son of a gun all the way back to po town.

[shine-by-night]

( Starter for @gnzma! I’m assuming it was okay to send you one from Starr based on the previous discussion? ^^ )

She jokes about being a wandering Starr, but it’s more true than she likes to admit, and the only reason she laughs is because it’s the only way she knows how to deal with it. She’s listless, restless, hasn’t known what to do with herself in years - not since she’d surrendered the Champion’s seat and taken one on a flight to Kanto instead. Yeah, she could have thrown her beribboned hat into the ring out there, but it wouldn’t have been the same. It wouldn’t have been what she really wanted.

Sometimes she’s not sure she ever wanted it to begin with, but good girls do what they’re told. Until they don’t.

She’d wandered there, too; hopped a region now-and-then looking for something better to do, chased a different kind of ribbon but never quite managed to grab hold. In the end, she’d come back to Alola because it’s the only place she’s ever really felt at home, but it’s not the same, either. She pretends it is - uploads all Rotom’s new data for Professor Kukui and poses for selfies with Hau, and smiles for Lillie like she’s never hurt a day in her life, because it would hurt Lillie too much to know that she had, and that, above all things, she wouldn’t be able to bear. But inside -

Plumeria comes the closest to knowing the truth - not all of it, because they don’t really talk about it, but they don’t have to, either. Plume just gets it. And that’s how they end up with nights like this, legs dangling between the slats of a Shady House balcony and bottles in either hand, and conversations made of words that would have gotten someone’s mouth washed out with soap back in the day. (Hers. Plumeria fears no sudsing.) The irony of it isn’t lost on Starr, but she’s doing her best to drown it if it won’t leave on its own, and she’s giggling so hard at the incredibly filthy, humiliating story Plume’s telling her about what happened to a friend of a friend of a cousin of one of the grunts that hands already slick with rain can’t get a good grip on the bottle she’s struggling to open, and the whole thing just goes crashing down to the stones below. “...ah, g’damnit.” She squints into the darkness, trying to figure out where it’s landed, and on what, or, Arceus forbid, on who.

[infernalpursuit]

[ POKEMON MUSES FAQs ]

aka a list of questions and jokes ive got Too Much of my pokemon muses.  I will not answer to these questions anymore, and if these jokes will be used in our threads consider me kind of.  Outtie. i heard them one time too many.

they’re in blog alphabetical order!

@gnzma questions!

if you could go back in time and change anything, what would you do?

Guzma just wouldn’t. He knows that he is who he is now because of whatever happened in the past, and is afraid of what could be different if he could go back and change anything, even as a hypotetical.

do you want to kiss Plumeria and/or Kukui?

no. it’s written in the rules, go reread those.

~

@mnstcrbnll questions!

Riku, why did you join Rockets?

just because he was bored. his life was generally okay, if not a bit boring; he joined Rocket out of boredom, and felt like it was a good carreer choice! :)

@missingstarter questions!

would you kill your dad / the executives / jax / anyone?

No. Silver has thanatophobia, and wouldn’t kill anyone.

is Blue your sister? What do you think about Pryce?

sorry, but Silver is strictly gameverse! While canon-divergent, I generally don’t follow PokèSpe’s lore

~

@oakliing questions!

haha five minutes champion!

congratulations for being annoying

do you hate your grandpa?

short answer: no. Long answer: I personally consider Oak’s “i’m disappointed in you” speech canon and something that created a rift between them for a bit. Of course, it’s something I like to talk to other Oak RPers with

is Raticate dead?

raticate isn’t dead!! he went to Lavender town because he heard about Rockets being around, and was overall a douchebag picking a fight in a cemetary.

[aelirus]

There's a beat in which Weavile does nothing after its claws hit the floor. Its in shock, processing what it'd just done.

Its head snaps back to Cyrus, watching as he pulled himself off the ground, and then forward again when the full force of its anger caught up to it.

The resulting screech rang-out in tandem with the sound of power lines exploding.

Hau's attack worked, the door before him flew open. It lead to a long corridor lined with other doors that had all similarly flown open. Lights above flickered and popped, the sounds of footsteps and frantic shouts echoed in the direction Hau presumably would have to go.

Oh boy.

One level above Hau, a man in red and black followed behind a group of rushing lackies. While the group continued running off to take care of business downstairs, the man stopped mid-way in what was the entryway of the castle. He doubled over, hands on knees, panting.

"Is that all I need to take the wind out of your sails, Maxie?"

Maxie peeked out of the corner of his eye to watch Ghetsis approach from the direction of his luxurious private quarters, two Grunts walking in step behind him.

"You... couldn't you be a little quicker about it? Something's blown the fuses downstairs, and I have a feeling it has to do with that "guest" our comrade brought in!"

As if on cue, the lights began to flicker and fade, before returning to life. It almost seemed as though everything would be just fine...!

And then the front doors flew open. Ghetsis and Maxie both whipped their heads in their direction, but they were sufficiently caught off-guard.

@gnzma

Hau looks from Cyrus, to the lock, and back again. Was there still time? They make an attempt to draw static electrity from the room in a Charge-- It works!

He can feel power returning ever so slowly-- But Weavile's come out to play.

You know what? He can work with this.

At just the right moment, they flip in mid air, allowing the Weavile to hit-- Snap!! His restraints are destroyed. Sure, he took some damage too, but he's regained movement of his hands and feet now. He pulls out his wings from their confinement of the shirt, allowing full mobility. They're a little dizzy, and their stomach is upset, but there's also adrenaline coursing through their veins-- They zip away to avoid any oncoming attacks. The room might be small, but no matter. He just needs to overload the circuit of the door. Hau analyzes the situation while dodging. Weavile's part Dark-type... Without hesitation, and with a wave of their hand, they conjure up a Moonblast. The pink bright orb is fired point-blank at Weavile, and as soon as it hits, Hau practically warps to the door and slams his hand against it. Just needed to make sure there was contact, and... He discharges electricity on the lock with all his might.

[curiousobjecthead]

[gnzma] he sure as hell hopes dosh didn't take a bath yet because hE'S THROWING A FLAN TO HIM happy dosh day 2

Not only does Dosh’Te flawlessly dodge the flan – he had seen the shot coming !!

Enough for him to kick on the furniture, making the cabinet open and a drawer shoot open and a plate fall, plate that he immediately caught – he twirls around, his free hand catches a spoon that, from the kick, jumped out of the drawer.

And the man runs, and runs, and – !!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 !!

“ Why yes yes, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾. ”

“ ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 !! ”

► In all seriousness, now here in CET time it is April first. Which makes this an entire year of me definitely coming back on this blog, on Dosh’Te. After a long hiatus, a year ago, I came right back where I started, and I am now here with all of you. 

Ironically enough, on April first, was the day my muse for Dosh’Te shot itself wide awake, after a long time of self-doubt and me missing him terribly. He just needed the right date to come back – and what better day than April fools ?

I would like to thank this opportunity to thank you all for the journey. New friends, past friends, every person I’ve met and threaded with, every person that I follow, every person that follows me. This place has been helping me develop my characters and this blog saw me grow since I started, around the dark years of 2016 / 2017. And now we’re here, all together.

Once again, thank you for everything. Here’s to a new year together.