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29/09
Silver! If you're gonna get angry today, put it to good use! [ Despite the words, it's not at all commanding or chiding -- it's encouraging, the spark of a trainer ready for a fight going through the line. ] What are you and your pokémon gonna do?
[ Because you know if you're going to run off that's fine too loser. ]
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so, silver's ring back to the other comes in a prompt and rather sudden burst, like flashes of lightening and cracks under a tower of thunder clouds. his emotion is hot, fueled, boosted by his arehtei and boiling with scorn only those who knew hate would know. it's more than palpable, and at the sensation one might think he would suddenly snap at his speaker with how searing his end may feel. ]
Isn't it obvious?
[ instead, silver's voice comes forward with concentration, a bit haughty, but not a single drop of that hate directed to red— the encouragement is devoured and makes hatred surge a second time. yum.
he was really fired up and this wasn't like anything he's felt before. this time, he feels empowered, and that shines through as silver gives a confident huff. ]
We're way ahead of you, Red.
[ —it's said with a tone of sportsmanship, though. that rival-like touch to his words, but there's respect to it too.
there will be no running here does he look like a torchic 2 u ]
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What a response. It's like a speaker phone to his brain, which instead of utterly dazing his senses and being absolutely rude-- it's that extra kick to Red's system (and ok it's slightly dazing). A darker tint than what he usually knows, but Red is no stranger to being driven by a dash of hate. Well, that's certainly more than a dash, but-- ]
Good! Show everyone how far you and your team have come! Remember, this isn't just about us beating them--it's about helping everyone in this city, and Sosyne too! That's the only way anyone will win! Every time you get frustrated or mad--think about everything you've accomplished so far! How much more you and your team have to do! Don't let her anger get the better of any of you!
And Silver--! [ it's a pause for himself, catching his own breath on the other side ] --I believe in you! You saved my life -- I know you can do it!
[ It's not only with the words that Red speaks, but with the positivity seeping from his side over to the other, right there to be felt from the start. Not just that usual warmth, but also a taste of his passion, his honesty: the types of sensations that might still make Silver cringe to be in the presence of, even though they could be on different ends of the city. Red might not be aligned to Elios, but he was a golden shine and full of a different kind of heart. The kind he was sharing with the redhead right now.
An Elios and Thras standing side by side when miles apart. ]
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it's gross, but— silver tolerates it. he doesn't scoff, or throw negativity to it. for a moment, perhaps there's a sort of white noise, a ripple in his flame that catches him off guard and has him without words. no one has ever believed in him, not even his own father, who still doubts him after years of distance between them. it's all he ever needed, all he ever really wanted and what keeps him going, what makes him strive forward with every bit of improvement he could grapple onto on the way.
and of all people, kanto's champion red is the first to say them. the boy is just so unbelievably heroic that it's, well. unbelievable, a "was he for real?" type of feeling, and a feeling that, despite his personality differing from the lion heart red shines, silver's emotions are found flickering back into place, and growing with every encouraged thought brought to him. we'll show them how far we've gotten. he wouldn't be caught dead saying anything of that shounen caliber anytime soon, but he simply closes his eyes, easing out a sigh that comes between smirking lips, and if red were in front of him—
he'd punch him for it ( and what's to say his feelings don't add that effect for him? ). ]
Don't bleed all over me now, loser.
[ he says that because he has a personal posture to upkeep, but hot emotion bleeds into red's bundle of encouragement, meshes like that of a mute comrade, sending some of the strong fieriness that elios has let him borrow— a subtle gratitude that would never be said in words ( not now, not yet ), but one that's there.
miles apart, but all one needs to make a warrior.
silver's next message is a brief one, through his eyes, on top of golbat's back. they've been practicing, and while the bat is quick in his flaps, giving the view a certain disquiet— he doesn't look like he's about to fall off, and currents of winds are the best of moments, allowing golbat seconds of smooth gliding. ]
Everyone includes you, so don't go getting yourself into shit again.
[ especially if it's because of something stupid. ]
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16/10; dance day
Hey. Going to the dance?
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red. are you thirsty.
if anything, it earns a sigh, an eye roll that's not seen, but felt, as silver folds his arms into each other. ]
Why, need a dance partner?
[ that's for asking stupid questions X( loser X( but anyway— his pride shows more than enough because he's way too cool to socialize and dance. he's not a chansey. ]
If you see a Swinub flying, let me know. I'll go in costume and everything.
[ aka . . . never . . . ]
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What do you know, I just saw a flock of them heading over the Verens lake! [ Look he could resist made u look. ] What do you think about capes? Are they in this season?
[ Do you want to be Lance Jr for the ball, Silver. ]
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Right— [ he's going to punch u aND NO HE'S FIGHTING THE ACTUAL URGE TO LOOK, YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM. ] Shouldn't you know?
[ —wait that has double meaning. HOLD ON. ]
—You're the one that looks excited about it.
[ there. there he fixed it ( or wait does that just make it sound worse— ) ]
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a day in november
He didn't stay with the group, back mostly turned with Lapras out to watch out for any particular issues that might arise. His presence held the same distance to it that his voice had when he'd called for people to give assistance to the arehtei. Some smiles are given to people who look his way once everything is done and the free food becomes a bigger interest, yet he keeps still with his pokémon than to mingle, nail scraping at the fabric over his knee and now and then, he mutters some words to the ice-water type.
Not that he's attempting to look like he's somebody you shouldn't bother, or anything. ]
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silver has feraligatr right by him if another mob wanted to dance— by now, most of those activities have died down, but you can never really be too sure. they came when he was speaking to elios, they could come at any time they felt like grouping together. and, here the teen was, on guard by the tree that the few remaining arehtei have taken shelter in. he could be anywhere else by now, resting— there were other people to protect them, after all.
and here he was. finding himself with a whole bunch of knots in his stomach that made him stay. he tolerated elios— or at least, tolerate was the word he'd find himself using offhandedly. the truth was, his feelings for the bird were the same when it came to red.
it was weird, but he lets it flow. he's stopped fighting most of it ever since making the decision to change from the inside out. his hopes linger, away from the main group there to offer aid to peromei; he returns no smiles, and any glances he got would be met with a natural frown that made wandering eyes quickly look away.
there's nothing to see here. he's not sending hope or anything, don't be stupid.
( he is )
red's behavior catches his eye from the beginning— from the message spread across the network to the activity around the tree, it was . . . off, to say the least. off from what he would have expected from someone like shounen infestation red. he keeps quiet, most of the time. silver doesn't particularly approach at first ( giving a nod of acknowledgement at most ), before just observing. silence could last for so long, though. when silver reaches red ( quite abruptly ), he gives the other boy's body an attention-grabbing nudge with his foot. ]
What's with you?
[ it's not asking, it's that silver-way-to-be, demanding. you're starting to look weird, man. ]
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And there he is, familiar neutral scowl on his face as always, cast down in his direction. Red stares at it a dumb moment, a more concentrated look of puzzlement knitting into his brow soon enough. ]
Huh? What are you talking about?
[ Whatever it's supposed to be, Red doesn't understand it. ]
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not that he cares or anything ). it just—bothers him. for some reason. ]
You look dead, Red.
[ . . . what he meant to say was "you're acting stale", but. words. he says them.
he doesn't particularly think on them. ]
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18/12
It was simply shelved for later, days later than when discussed, but Silver must have known that this time was to eventually come, Red turning on his heel as he leads the party pooper outside their destination, swinging out a hand in gesture to it. ]
This is it! Let's go in!
[ There is a lot of trust being put in Silver following him and not running for the hills, because Red doesn't wait with that, opening up the door (yes, there is a bell that tinkles) and going on inside, only just being held open for the other boy as long as he doesn't take too long, because Red must go to where his heart leads him.
The display case. The display case with all the cakes.
And he's not tearing his eyes away any time soon because look at that selection, look at all that choice. Silver might have seen a glimpse of it from the outside, large panel windows showing the interior with one side for the goods and the other for customers to sit in and enjoy their sweet treat. There's mostly women in there with them, a few kids with their mothers too, but if that makes you self-conscious then you'll be the only one Silver, because Red?
Red is pinching his lips hard together and looking so troubled over the choice before him.
And so happy too!!!!!! ]
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silver keeps his steps behind red, definitely not as excited nor as quick to get through the door held for him ( that is quickly closing again because ah, there he goes ). the redhead walks in with one hand in his pocket while the other lifts only to keep the door open with a slight push of his forearm. it all looked so bubbly from afar, you could imagine once they were in, the smell of freshly baked goods filling the shop's air. that . . . wasn't so bad, and the fact that he hasn't eaten for a while was sure to stir his stomach into alert.
. . . it looks like a women's hangout though, sipping coffee and gossiping away with oooh you won't believe who i saw with stacy today!, the occasional squeal of a small child in a booster seat with a mouth messily covered in fudge, and a couple scooting over to the last booth sipping on the same swirly shake and sharing petit gateus, exchanging looks that would make silver want to roll his eyes because wow he sure doesn't belong here—
no, actually, he'd like to roll his eyes at everything, especially with . . . how much of a dork red was being. he keeps some of his distance, head lowered and voice low, muttering over to red and all that cake induced moxie in him. ]
All this for cake?
[ is cake really all that exciting . . . ??? ]
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[ Just in case that was a concern at all because Silver, have you noticed all the cake? This trip is as much about the redhead's stomach as it is Red's own though, and with his own words he's now looking back, wondering what someone like Silver would even like out of the selection. Something with not too much cream? Sour? Would he pick a meringue pie?
--ah. He points close to the glass, to a selection right on the top shelf, small and separate and in a variety of colours carefully arranged to be pleasing to the eye. ]
Those are nice. I gave a bunch to my pokémon one time and they loved them.
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but ahh, those . . . they look like sweet sandwiches. silver leans in closer to the glass for a better look at the array of colors. he doesn't particularly enjoy the choice for himself, but— would his pokemon like them? he doesn't even know what they like aside from the usual meals ( eggs, fish, cooked meats ), and the occasional snack ( chips, sandwiches )--
wow their diets really are salty.
if red said so, though? well, he might not take a lot of them, but, he points briefly to the most neutral looking ones. ]
. . . I'll take some. [ . . . ] For them.
[ NOT . .. NOT FOR HIM this is still sort of weird okay. once that's said, though, silver will quietly meander over to the selection of salty goods right by them. they aren't as flashy and definitely not as sweet looking as the many cream filled delights red watches ( okay no they may look kind of boring ), but this one in particular has seemed to catch his attention, and he sort of waffles in between it with this thing and that . . . then stepping back over to the sweets to look at this and, oh wow.
he makes a face, almost an angry looking one as he looks among them and then suddenly spots drinks that makes the scrunches on his face go deeper, enough that the employee behind the counter looks more than a little worried. he's just thinking though— and a little annoyed that they have so many things.
coming in hungry is not a good idea and you better not laugh at him ]
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12/25 delivery
And a letter to boot. Oooh, so popular. The mailman/tracker is quite pleased.]
Happy holidays you grumpy loner! You're lucky I'm too busy today to hunt you down myself, but I hope these reach you anyway.
You might be wondering why I'm so eager to make you enjoy some stupid holiday you don't want anything for, right? Well... I know what it's like to be alone. And even though I'm sure we handle it differently, I don't feel right about leaving someone presentless when they deserve it, no matter how annoyed they might get.
You can do whatever you want with it, but I'd really be happy if you'll wear it for me sometime! I got things for your Pokémon too, so be sure to give them out!
Take care,
White
P.S. You don't have to give me anything in return, ever. I'll be happy if you just accept them.
P.S.S. You can take off anything you don't like.
[The presents in question are each labeled between "Silver" and "Silver's Pokémon".
Silver himself gets a rather tacky, ugly holiday sweater with actual bells and belts a la Verens fashion. It's a little too big on the sleeves and will hopefully go right over his wrists... but it is pretty warm looking.
Silver's Pokémon get a nicely filled box of marshmallow snowmen and scarves long enough to go around any neck, all tacky as well. Like she wouldn't go the full mile.]
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he has a hunch who it is, and when he carefully flips the letter open . . . he rolls his eyes, of course. i know what it's like to be alone. a deep frown. when they deserve it. the frown grows deeper.
stupid. he was choosing to be alone. there's a difference.
—right?
well, no time to really think about that when his own pokemon are poking around the box in question and
white he's going to kill you ( and oh he'll get you for this one-- he's not sure when but he will )
at least his pokemon are enjoying their halves— sneasel tries to hog all the marshmallows and use his scarf as a bed bundle. the rest of his pokemon are a bit on the neutral side, either unsure of what to do with it ( you think silver would show them??? ) or curious and poking about them— except for haunter.
haunter wants to wrap everyone he sees into a scarf burrito.
at least after that, some of his pokemon-- especially his newly evolved crobat-- took a liking to it. it's a warm little thing! ]
15/02
Hey, Silver. Are you near the city?
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What is it?
[ he answers curtly, but believe it or not, there is no irritation here. just a blunt response bc the answer is y ]
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Well, I'm standing outside this ice cream shop and I wanted to invite you to join me. We can give our ice types some!
[ yes this is certainly for our ice types and not because Red wants to hang out with you ]
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but, he was in fact in the city! and surprise surprise, look who just so happened to be the one out with him today! ( sneasel, he is a winner— silver looks down at the pokemon by his feet as he thinks it through, ice cream, huh— ) they were getting better around their own company, so much better— and alas, fortunately or unfortunately, red unites two things in one.
it's not like red got on his nerves like he used to anyway, and— maybe he could exchange some ideas with the boy, too.
look at what you've done to him!!!! ]
Is it anything like the cake place?
[ is it a chick lounge filled with gross annoying people and really good food to keep him there
i mean ]
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17-18/02; fun crystal times
17/02; exploding dunamis times
And it was an exhaustion that had seemed to cling to him into this new month, though not completely with outside influence. He was exercising more in his own time, more of a 'brisk walk' and 'might be a jog' type on the better days, and the first part of the month had him practising cymbals and helping where he could for the day of the Chinese New Year celebration that meant so much to the man that had been supporting him and Silver. Still, whatever seemingly increase of cheer he had felt in the month before had drained away for him, but he was pushing through all the same.
Sometimes their sessions took place within the dense of the woods, but today they were to meet by a portion opposite to the lake, where previous meets had a log set up, a few other lumps of bark and stone brought over for the odd practice. Red was already there with the usual guests one would expect; Charizard, and the ever growing Myra, whose duties these days usually included keeping watch over whatever cave they claimed for a sleeping place that day, as well as exploring as they wished, usually Jolteon there with him so not to leave the monster on his own.
The normally timid creature was now in some kind of practice with Charizard, the fire flying type gripping into the arthropod's front and struggling it around, giving him that replication of being truly held against his will and for the swing of his tail to come with more work put into it.
He wasn't quite there yet, but he's learning. He's trying, and he's not the only one. Red was standing before a larger trunk with nothing but a bag for company, Lapras to be spotted somewhere out in the water. It wasn't just the trainer watching over a practise though, told by the way his concentration on it was intense, so much that anyone could have approached easily without his noticing. A fist was curled near his chest, a light glow about him, and he was focusing on it. That want, that need; not the kind that turned men selfish, but the ones that kept them moving, the feeling that ran through one's body in the midst of a fight along with the pumping adrenaline.
Turning his own emotions into a strength, and aiding to give Myra that boost. And what would become of it--
...Myra wasn't supposed to suddenly bang there.
at least Charizard dropped him? uh ]
18/02; mighty morphin' crystal searchin'
[ Which given that they're walking through some ruins, Silver might just be able to guess why Red would want to check it out.
Jolteon isn't so much needed for the trip, the way lit up by lamps powered by elemental cores, but Red keeps him out with them as they make their way through, the room of the Arehtei still needing to be reached. Which- ]
The first people from other worlds showed up here--somewhere around here anyway. They found a way into the room that leads to the arehtei shrine sometime later, and then the lake where the crystals are is beyond that. It's meant to be massive.
[ His energy isn't overly obvious, but there's a subtle expression of excitement in Red, maybe just in the way he's decided to become a tour guide with him relaying the facts.
Mysterious ruins??? This beats ice cream no problem. ]