It's ya boy GUZMA (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
golisolation) wrote2010-07-17 11:01 am
golisolation) wrote2010-07-17 11:01 am
I take care of myself just fine, why the fuck do you care?
[Said through a mouth full of noodles. And it's true, his Pokémon tend to be his highest priority when it comes to care and food. Not that he starves himself, but if he's going to get high quality food, it's going to be for them. He'd be fine surviving off old pizza and beer.]
Tch, Jill and I got designs to grow some berries once I'm feelin' better, way ahead of you, kid.
[He plans to steal some berries from Steven to do so. This plot Jill is aware of and fine with. She can be such a great enabler sometimes, there's a reason he digs her as he does.]
Whatever's in the fridge is on Archie. I don't go shopping.
[Said through a mouth full of noodles. And it's true, his Pokémon tend to be his highest priority when it comes to care and food. Not that he starves himself, but if he's going to get high quality food, it's going to be for them. He'd be fine surviving off old pizza and beer.]
Tch, Jill and I got designs to grow some berries once I'm feelin' better, way ahead of you, kid.
[He plans to steal some berries from Steven to do so. This plot Jill is aware of and fine with. She can be such a great enabler sometimes, there's a reason he digs her as he does.]
Whatever's in the fridge is on Archie. I don't go shopping.
[Again, Blue's mouth sets in an embarrassed line as his cheeks tint, but he crabbily scowls it away.] --I don't! It's just stupid that a grown up can't take care of themselves!
[Blue huffs and crosses his arms over his chest as he sulks.] ...Exeggutor always brings us berries from that loser Stone's farm or whatever, I think he started hanging around there. [Eggy always did like gardening... too bad Blue didn't really have a place here so that he could make his own little patch.]
[He frowns to himself. Maybe here... No, he didn't want to give himself an excuse to stick around.]
Great, so you're all irresponsible. Who's taking care of your team right now, Archie? Guess I'll have to chip in, too... [Let him hang out with the bug boys]
[Blue huffs and crosses his arms over his chest as he sulks.] ...Exeggutor always brings us berries from that loser Stone's farm or whatever, I think he started hanging around there. [Eggy always did like gardening... too bad Blue didn't really have a place here so that he could make his own little patch.]
[He frowns to himself. Maybe here... No, he didn't want to give himself an excuse to stick around.]
Great, so you're all irresponsible. Who's taking care of your team right now, Archie? Guess I'll have to chip in, too... [Let him hang out with the bug boys]
[Guzma rolls his eyes, pausing from his rude eating while talking. Letting himself swallow down his last bite.]
What part of any of that implies I can't take care of myself, yo? I was a fuckin' leader of a gang!
[He might be taking a little bit of credit for Plumeria's hard work of keeping him and the grunts fucking alive. But, whatever! Before he met her, he was pretty much alone and was able to handle himself well enough!]
Yeah? That's where I plan to get our seeds. If you ain't wantin' to deal with Steven, if you help out around here, I guess I wouldn't be too bothered parting with some berries for your work.
[He just leaves out that Steven's not quite aware of his intentions to take from his patch, but it's fine. Fuck Steven.]
Archie, Jill... both of them have been helpin' out. Golisopod's been especially stubborn, though. I was only just now able to return him to his ball, otherwise he refused. I think he feels a little guilty.
[He shrugs.]
Stupid bug, what happened's got nothin' to do with him.
What part of any of that implies I can't take care of myself, yo? I was a fuckin' leader of a gang!
[He might be taking a little bit of credit for Plumeria's hard work of keeping him and the grunts fucking alive. But, whatever! Before he met her, he was pretty much alone and was able to handle himself well enough!]
Yeah? That's where I plan to get our seeds. If you ain't wantin' to deal with Steven, if you help out around here, I guess I wouldn't be too bothered parting with some berries for your work.
[He just leaves out that Steven's not quite aware of his intentions to take from his patch, but it's fine. Fuck Steven.]
Archie, Jill... both of them have been helpin' out. Golisopod's been especially stubborn, though. I was only just now able to return him to his ball, otherwise he refused. I think he feels a little guilty.
[He shrugs.]
Stupid bug, what happened's got nothin' to do with him.
Grown ups know how to cook food. [How is this even an argument! Blue scoffs with disgust- but not at the gang part because whatever, Guzma is no Giovanni.] Do you just eat fast food all the time? Nasty...
[Sticking his nose up, Blue waves a dismissive hand.] I'm not afraid of that know-it-all. But I don't like the idea of being dependent on his patch, either.... I just gotta find a good spot for Exegg to grow his own. Since I'm the only one with a Grass type, right?
[--Well, other than Red. But he sure as Shuckle wasn't letting that loser near his berries!]
[...But speaking of, Exeggutor had seemed really worried about Golisopod before... Blue frowns, finally some real emotion. Poor Gpod...] ...Is he okay? Is he eating okay, too? [Blue thinks about how Arcanine had refused to return to his ball until he could barely stand the rain anymore, by the end of that week...]
[Sticking his nose up, Blue waves a dismissive hand.] I'm not afraid of that know-it-all. But I don't like the idea of being dependent on his patch, either.... I just gotta find a good spot for Exegg to grow his own. Since I'm the only one with a Grass type, right?
[--Well, other than Red. But he sure as Shuckle wasn't letting that loser near his berries!]
[...But speaking of, Exeggutor had seemed really worried about Golisopod before... Blue frowns, finally some real emotion. Poor Gpod...] ...Is he okay? Is he eating okay, too? [Blue thinks about how Arcanine had refused to return to his ball until he could barely stand the rain anymore, by the end of that week...]
If ya got money you don't need to know shit.
[He says, as if they weren't fucking poorer than shit. He had enough money to handle things well enough, he supposes. They kept the power on, they... had food. It worked.] Not always junk food, no.
[Just mainly.
He chuckles at Blue's response, breaking that scowling he's seemed so intent on having during this whole exchange. Anyone who talks shit on Steven earns automatic favor from Guzma.]
Never said you were afraid, I just know how that pompous ass can be. Best in the smallest doses imaginable, huh? But that's a good point, I'm sure Jill wouldn't mind his help if you were wantin' to make a deal with her to use the garden.
[The shift in Blue catches Guzma, and he finds himself looking down at his nearly empty bowl. His own expression getting a little more serious, a little bit of worry on it.]
He's fine. He's been eating. Didn't for a while, Jill had to hassle him good.
[He sighs, bringing his arm up to rub at his forehead with his hand, eyes closed as his face twists into something a bit more conflicted; before he runs it back through his messy white hair, lowering his head with an aggravated sigh.
It's his left arm he's using, the one that was stabbed through. There's no dressings on it, since it's been healed, but there's the telling scar of the deed, fresh and pink. It's hardly a clean looking pair of marks. It could have been, but in that moment of panic, Guzma had ripped his arm away from the blade, making for an ugly reminder of that night.]
[He says, as if they weren't fucking poorer than shit. He had enough money to handle things well enough, he supposes. They kept the power on, they... had food. It worked.] Not always junk food, no.
[Just mainly.
He chuckles at Blue's response, breaking that scowling he's seemed so intent on having during this whole exchange. Anyone who talks shit on Steven earns automatic favor from Guzma.]
Never said you were afraid, I just know how that pompous ass can be. Best in the smallest doses imaginable, huh? But that's a good point, I'm sure Jill wouldn't mind his help if you were wantin' to make a deal with her to use the garden.
[The shift in Blue catches Guzma, and he finds himself looking down at his nearly empty bowl. His own expression getting a little more serious, a little bit of worry on it.]
He's fine. He's been eating. Didn't for a while, Jill had to hassle him good.
[He sighs, bringing his arm up to rub at his forehead with his hand, eyes closed as his face twists into something a bit more conflicted; before he runs it back through his messy white hair, lowering his head with an aggravated sigh.
It's his left arm he's using, the one that was stabbed through. There's no dressings on it, since it's been healed, but there's the telling scar of the deed, fresh and pink. It's hardly a clean looking pair of marks. It could have been, but in that moment of panic, Guzma had ripped his arm away from the blade, making for an ugly reminder of that night.]
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[Blue remains unconvinced, but he’s now sufficiently enough distracted by the news of Golisopod that he’s stuck in his worry. No wonder Exegg had come back looking so upset...]
[As he mulls over the problem, it’s then that Guzma raises his hand, the flash of the mark catching Blue’s eye. His head lifts, not knowing what he expected to see, but the starkness of the wound- scarring or not- jolts him with a sudden shock that makes his stomach turn.]
[He didn’t know.... what he thought had really happened, that’s ended up with Guzma bedridden, Golisopod inconsolable and none of the adults quite letting on. He didn’t know...]
[For a moment he can’t do anything else but stare in horror before he jumps off his chair and goes scurrying out of the room.]
[As he mulls over the problem, it’s then that Guzma raises his hand, the flash of the mark catching Blue’s eye. His head lifts, not knowing what he expected to see, but the starkness of the wound- scarring or not- jolts him with a sudden shock that makes his stomach turn.]
[He didn’t know.... what he thought had really happened, that’s ended up with Guzma bedridden, Golisopod inconsolable and none of the adults quite letting on. He didn’t know...]
[For a moment he can’t do anything else but stare in horror before he jumps off his chair and goes scurrying out of the room.]
[The distinct lack of noise from Blue in any capacity strikes him more than anything. Blue always has something to say, and he says... nothing? Fortunately Guzma looks at him in time to see him jump out of his chair. He knows the look of a coward when he sees one, and before Blue can wimp out, Guzma's going to reach over and grab Blue's wrist, a stern look on his face.]
Yo, where the fuck do you think you're going?
[Of course he's not fully realizing what Blue's deal is, until he looks down at the arm that's currently being used to keep Blue from leaving—seeing the scar himself. That's... what he was staring at, huh?
His eyes go from it, to Blue's horrified features, becoming more sullen and annoyed.]
Did no one tell you? What's the matter, scars scare you? Thought you were tougher than that.
[He's still not letting Blue go, but he seems almost genuinely surprised that no one ratted him out on what happened. Blue came in talking all that mad shit, and he didn't even have a clue about what went down. Typical.]
Yo, where the fuck do you think you're going?
[Of course he's not fully realizing what Blue's deal is, until he looks down at the arm that's currently being used to keep Blue from leaving—seeing the scar himself. That's... what he was staring at, huh?
His eyes go from it, to Blue's horrified features, becoming more sullen and annoyed.]
Did no one tell you? What's the matter, scars scare you? Thought you were tougher than that.
[He's still not letting Blue go, but he seems almost genuinely surprised that no one ratted him out on what happened. Blue came in talking all that mad shit, and he didn't even have a clue about what went down. Typical.]
[Fear seizes Blue cold as he’s grabbed, tugging, then tugging again, desperation setting in with each moment. He’s trying not to look back at it but it’s hard not to, not with the knowledge of it.]
Lemme go...! [He shouts, then panickedly tugs and pulls again, his fright starting a slow, veining creep of ice that begins to form around Guzma’s hand on him and up both their arms.] Let go!!
Lemme go...! [He shouts, then panickedly tugs and pulls again, his fright starting a slow, veining creep of ice that begins to form around Guzma’s hand on him and up both their arms.] Let go!!
Blue—
[He notices the ice, and maybe a normal person would let go. Guzma's far from normal, and doesn't. His grip is weaker than it'd normally be, but that hardly matters when Blue's a kid, and not a particularly physically strong one.]
What's the matter with you, kid? Fuckin' breathe for a second!
[You don't get to endear yourself to him, and then run away! Or, at least that's Guzma's mind right now. This shit was gonna come to head eventually, may as well tackle it now. But that ice is getting increasingly harder to ignore. He hates cold shit.]
[He notices the ice, and maybe a normal person would let go. Guzma's far from normal, and doesn't. His grip is weaker than it'd normally be, but that hardly matters when Blue's a kid, and not a particularly physically strong one.]
What's the matter with you, kid? Fuckin' breathe for a second!
[You don't get to endear yourself to him, and then run away! Or, at least that's Guzma's mind right now. This shit was gonna come to head eventually, may as well tackle it now. But that ice is getting increasingly harder to ignore. He hates cold shit.]
Let me go! [Blue yells again, angrier this time, his eyes quickly reddening as tears well. The way he’s cringing, pulling to be away from the wound and trying not to look, it’s obviously the issue, although it’s maybe a little hard to tell what his objection is, exactly-]
[Just looking at it made him sick with the thought of what- or who- could have caused it. Why were people so violent around here!? A world where people hurt each other... He’d thought with Pokémon, that wasn’t a threat that extended to them, but—]
[His free hand flies to the back of his belt in their world’s universal warning. Helpless as he was, he had only one form of protection anyway.] I’m telling you, or Arcanine will....!
[Just looking at it made him sick with the thought of what- or who- could have caused it. Why were people so violent around here!? A world where people hurt each other... He’d thought with Pokémon, that wasn’t a threat that extended to them, but—]
[His free hand flies to the back of his belt in their world’s universal warning. Helpless as he was, he had only one form of protection anyway.] I’m telling you, or Arcanine will....!
Kid—!
[This is insanely frustrating, and Guzma's a little besides himself with how sudden this all is. Stubbornly he doesn't, but then Blue threatens him, first with the gesture, and then with what he says. Wordlessly he lets him go, staring at him with an expression that's both tinged with irritation, and confusion.
Maybe a little hurt, but that's probably just his weariness seeping through. This whole thing had went from being exhausting, to somewhat enjoyable, to... this. Whatever this is.]
[This is insanely frustrating, and Guzma's a little besides himself with how sudden this all is. Stubbornly he doesn't, but then Blue threatens him, first with the gesture, and then with what he says. Wordlessly he lets him go, staring at him with an expression that's both tinged with irritation, and confusion.
Maybe a little hurt, but that's probably just his weariness seeping through. This whole thing had went from being exhausting, to somewhat enjoyable, to... this. Whatever this is.]
[The moment his grip releases, Blue goes stumbling backwards across the room, putting as much distance between himself and Guzma as he can. There’s only another moment of wide-eyes staring- hurt, fear still permeating his expression- before he darts out the door. Watery footsteps of ice trail out on the floor.]
[And then the front door to the cabin slams. Given his past behavior, it’s no surprise perhaps- skittish as he was, refusing to stick around any of the adults for long or accept help- even if what exactly had triggered his fear was a mystery.]
[And then the front door to the cabin slams. Given his past behavior, it’s no surprise perhaps- skittish as he was, refusing to stick around any of the adults for long or accept help- even if what exactly had triggered his fear was a mystery.]
[Sun had been avoiding visiting Jill’s cabin unless he got a message there was work thanks to her choice in roommates. But after the flop that was last month, he was trying to be productive again. At first he figured Jill would message him when she needed him so he focused on spending his time trying to clean his abandoned building.
Unfortunately he found out that the one other lady he picked up delivery work with as well had disappeared when he visited her store. So when Jill hadn’t contacted him after a while he was starting to get worried for the same... He did try messaging her eventually, but he was met with no reply. Not knowing of her death being that particular cause. At least he knew where she lived though, thus what was driving him to visit this afternoon despite the possibility of running into Guzma again.
So here he is, a little scruffy looking with some odd bandages here and there sheepishly knocking on the door. He’s trying to keep his usual pep and smile, but he’s far more fidgety than usual. He’s just worried she won’t be here either...]
Unfortunately he found out that the one other lady he picked up delivery work with as well had disappeared when he visited her store. So when Jill hadn’t contacted him after a while he was starting to get worried for the same... He did try messaging her eventually, but he was met with no reply. Not knowing of her death being that particular cause. At least he knew where she lived though, thus what was driving him to visit this afternoon despite the possibility of running into Guzma again.
So here he is, a little scruffy looking with some odd bandages here and there sheepishly knocking on the door. He’s trying to keep his usual pep and smile, but he’s far more fidgety than usual. He’s just worried she won’t be here either...]
[Well, Sun's worries are unfortunately made manifest. It had been a few days since Guzma had seen Jill, and that worry that gripped him like when she had, well, died was on the rise again, so he too tried to contact her.
And likewise, he got nothing.
He hadn't spoken to anyone about it, figured maybe Archie knew, but didn't know how to bring it up. Went to the wall to confirm whether she had been killed again, or if she had gone home... turned out it was the latter. In a way, that was better, he supposed, but it still hurt. Still made his chest feel like it had caved in. His heart crushed upon seeing her name.
He's never been good at not wearing his heart on his sleeve, keeping his emotions in check, but he's especially not now. It was like a horrific déjà vu, where instead of feeling an odd sense of repeated familiarity, it was like a torturous rerun of shit you never asked to be exposed to.
With that said, it's of little surprise that when he yanks that door open, he looks a bit like a mess. There's a bottle of booze loosely held in his hand, he's only wearing his sweats, and his hair is an absolute mess, and mostly in his face with how wild it is. Particularly when he's done nothing to keep it in check, and those glasses aren't keeping it out of his face.
His jaw is tight, and his glare hard when he sees Sun—probably one of the last people he wants to see when he's like this. Or at all, for that matter. Last they met he had punched the kid, and hell, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing to repeat depending on what the hell the kid even wants.]
What.
[It's not a question, more a statement. A demand, even. His voice is rough and tired, and maybe Sun's sheepishness is well placed with the impending doom of Guzma's presence and emotions. Hell, the air is heavy and thick, and might even feel a little suffocating.]
And likewise, he got nothing.
He hadn't spoken to anyone about it, figured maybe Archie knew, but didn't know how to bring it up. Went to the wall to confirm whether she had been killed again, or if she had gone home... turned out it was the latter. In a way, that was better, he supposed, but it still hurt. Still made his chest feel like it had caved in. His heart crushed upon seeing her name.
He's never been good at not wearing his heart on his sleeve, keeping his emotions in check, but he's especially not now. It was like a horrific déjà vu, where instead of feeling an odd sense of repeated familiarity, it was like a torturous rerun of shit you never asked to be exposed to.
With that said, it's of little surprise that when he yanks that door open, he looks a bit like a mess. There's a bottle of booze loosely held in his hand, he's only wearing his sweats, and his hair is an absolute mess, and mostly in his face with how wild it is. Particularly when he's done nothing to keep it in check, and those glasses aren't keeping it out of his face.
His jaw is tight, and his glare hard when he sees Sun—probably one of the last people he wants to see when he's like this. Or at all, for that matter. Last they met he had punched the kid, and hell, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing to repeat depending on what the hell the kid even wants.]
What.
[It's not a question, more a statement. A demand, even. His voice is rough and tired, and maybe Sun's sheepishness is well placed with the impending doom of Guzma's presence and emotions. Hell, the air is heavy and thick, and might even feel a little suffocating.]
[The smell of alcohol is strong when the door opens and it’s the first thing Sun notices before even seeing who exactly answered the door. His face scrunches up in distaste at both the smell and when he saw just who it was. Guzma. He knew it was a high possibility though and as such he was at least somewhat prepared. Didn’t mean he had to enjoy it though, after all he did get punched last time they met.]
Where’s Miss Jill?
[Short, sweet, and a tone peppered with distaste for who he’s talking to. Even though he asked, Sun wasn’t sure if Guzma knew the answer. The man reeked of alcohol...]
Where’s Miss Jill?
[Short, sweet, and a tone peppered with distaste for who he’s talking to. Even though he asked, Sun wasn’t sure if Guzma knew the answer. The man reeked of alcohol...]
[Guzma grins at the question, but it's pretty plain that it's... not happy. Most of his aren't, but this one is particularly sour. He figured that was why the brat was here, of course it wasn't for him. It was for Jill, who wasn't there.
Who died and came back, but then got taken away again. He has no idea if she just died again, or if this world was just playing some kind of cruel joke on him, but either way it's very clearly not been great for him. Even with Plumeria here, it doesn't change anything, it doesn't take away this loss—here he wanted for Plums to show up, probably more than anyone, but it wasn't meant to be at an exchange. Selfish though it may be.]
She ain't here, kid.
[It's... an answer. It's not a lie, that's for sure, but what here he means is left to be determined. With his free hand, he grabs at Sun's shirt, lifting him up by it. Likely not the reaction the kid expected, likely less the reaction he should be doing at all—but he's pissed! Angry at the situation outside of his control, angry that there's nothing he can do about it—but hey, what a convenient visitor, right? Someone he's been pretty pissed at already, so the courier gets to carry the burden of Guzma's anger.
That grin persists.]
You—you just had to come by, huh? Had to come lookin' for her. Did you even try to contact her? That shoulda been a dead fuckin' give away, yo!
[Guzma's holding Sun pretty close to his face, but he's not quite in the boy's face. He doesn't need to be for him to smell the alcohol on his breath.]
She ain't here no more—she got sent back, stupid! Whaddaya doing showing your sorry ass around here when she ain't here to protect ya!
Who died and came back, but then got taken away again. He has no idea if she just died again, or if this world was just playing some kind of cruel joke on him, but either way it's very clearly not been great for him. Even with Plumeria here, it doesn't change anything, it doesn't take away this loss—here he wanted for Plums to show up, probably more than anyone, but it wasn't meant to be at an exchange. Selfish though it may be.]
She ain't here, kid.
[It's... an answer. It's not a lie, that's for sure, but what here he means is left to be determined. With his free hand, he grabs at Sun's shirt, lifting him up by it. Likely not the reaction the kid expected, likely less the reaction he should be doing at all—but he's pissed! Angry at the situation outside of his control, angry that there's nothing he can do about it—but hey, what a convenient visitor, right? Someone he's been pretty pissed at already, so the courier gets to carry the burden of Guzma's anger.
That grin persists.]
You—you just had to come by, huh? Had to come lookin' for her. Did you even try to contact her? That shoulda been a dead fuckin' give away, yo!
[Guzma's holding Sun pretty close to his face, but he's not quite in the boy's face. He doesn't need to be for him to smell the alcohol on his breath.]
She ain't here no more—she got sent back, stupid! Whaddaya doing showing your sorry ass around here when she ain't here to protect ya!
[Sun had expected if he had the misfortune of running into Guzma he’d be the same old jerk he always was. He expected stubborn anger when there was no need for any and at first he thought that was all he was going to encounter today. With how Guzma answered the question he figured that would be all there was to it, but before he could even retort he was being lifted into the air by the gang leader. Sun’s eyes widened in surprise as his body tensed up as well. He half expected another punch honestly, though what for he couldn’t guess. Fuck why didn’t he think to have some of his Pokemon out with him?!
Instead Guzma goes on, his sour breath making the boy’s nose wrinkle even more in distaste. He never thought about Guzma drinking before, but it made a lot of sense with how the older man acted.]
Ugh, you stink— Of course I tried to contact her! Why else do ya think I’m here?!
[Sun had been squirming in Guzma’s grip, one of his hands on Guzma’s arm to try to steady himself and the other reaching down to his belt for his Pokeballs. The last bit that Guzma said though has him pausing, like a deerling in headlights.]
...Sent back?
Instead Guzma goes on, his sour breath making the boy’s nose wrinkle even more in distaste. He never thought about Guzma drinking before, but it made a lot of sense with how the older man acted.]
Ugh, you stink— Of course I tried to contact her! Why else do ya think I’m here?!
[Sun had been squirming in Guzma’s grip, one of his hands on Guzma’s arm to try to steady himself and the other reaching down to his belt for his Pokeballs. The last bit that Guzma said though has him pausing, like a deerling in headlights.]
...Sent back?
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Yeah... sent back. She ain't here.
[He says that calmly enough, but then a moment later he riles again, his brow furrowing as his own repeated words seem to sink in like a dagger.]
She ain't in this damn world no more, you stupid child!
[Guzma lets the comments about him stinking go unaddressed, they didn't matter. He knew he was a mess right now, and not being one didn't change anything so what did it matter? However, while Guzma's drunk, he isn't blind, and so he noticed how the boy was reaching for his Poké balls—so he uses that hold to pull Sun inside, slamming the door behind them.
This of course leaves Sun pretty jostled and dragged through the air as he moves, carrying the kid like he's nothing over to the couch, and unceremoniously dropping him on the cushions. He levels a glare at the boy, but there's a conflict of emotion behind his eyes.]
...Why's it gotta be you?
[It's pretty vague, but then Guzma seats himself down in one of the chairs, taking a swig of that bottle as he does so. He settles, legs spread while his elbows rest on his knees as he's hunched forward. Hanging his head, he lightly shakes it.]
Why's it gotta be like this, huh? [He lifts his head, just enough to get Sun into his view, his eyes barely visibly pass that mop of hair in his face. With his free hand he gestures as he speaks.] You're here, but you ain't my homie like back home—Plums' here, but she got some messed up feelings about me—now Jill's gone...
Fuck, man. This shit ain't getting easier, and what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just fuckin' sit here and deal?
[He settles back against the chair with a huff, his body pretty slumped. He looks a little like a ragdoll that was dumped in that chair, even the hand that holds the bottle is pretty loose with its grip as he just... stares at Sun. He wouldn't even be talking this much if he wasn't so fucking drunk at the moment. Drunk and angry... exhausted.
It's not that he even expects sympathy from Sun or anything, there's nothing that's happened between them that would inspire that, but he just doesn't even know what to do. He wants to lash out, he wants to hurt someone, but at the same time he's just... tired.]
I hate that you got his face. His fuckin' voice. It pisses me off that you're him, yet you fuckin' ain't!
[He says that calmly enough, but then a moment later he riles again, his brow furrowing as his own repeated words seem to sink in like a dagger.]
She ain't in this damn world no more, you stupid child!
[Guzma lets the comments about him stinking go unaddressed, they didn't matter. He knew he was a mess right now, and not being one didn't change anything so what did it matter? However, while Guzma's drunk, he isn't blind, and so he noticed how the boy was reaching for his Poké balls—so he uses that hold to pull Sun inside, slamming the door behind them.
This of course leaves Sun pretty jostled and dragged through the air as he moves, carrying the kid like he's nothing over to the couch, and unceremoniously dropping him on the cushions. He levels a glare at the boy, but there's a conflict of emotion behind his eyes.]
...Why's it gotta be you?
[It's pretty vague, but then Guzma seats himself down in one of the chairs, taking a swig of that bottle as he does so. He settles, legs spread while his elbows rest on his knees as he's hunched forward. Hanging his head, he lightly shakes it.]
Why's it gotta be like this, huh? [He lifts his head, just enough to get Sun into his view, his eyes barely visibly pass that mop of hair in his face. With his free hand he gestures as he speaks.] You're here, but you ain't my homie like back home—Plums' here, but she got some messed up feelings about me—now Jill's gone...
Fuck, man. This shit ain't getting easier, and what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just fuckin' sit here and deal?
[He settles back against the chair with a huff, his body pretty slumped. He looks a little like a ragdoll that was dumped in that chair, even the hand that holds the bottle is pretty loose with its grip as he just... stares at Sun. He wouldn't even be talking this much if he wasn't so fucking drunk at the moment. Drunk and angry... exhausted.
It's not that he even expects sympathy from Sun or anything, there's nothing that's happened between them that would inspire that, but he just doesn't even know what to do. He wants to lash out, he wants to hurt someone, but at the same time he's just... tired.]
I hate that you got his face. His fuckin' voice. It pisses me off that you're him, yet you fuckin' ain't!
[Sun adverts his gaze as Guzma repeats himself. Repeats what Sun was worrying about the most coming over here. Jill was gone. He wasn't sure what to even really do with that information, it just felt weird and wrong. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if it was someone he was actually closer too.
He doesn't get much time to actually process the information though as he's jostled out of his thoughts and dragged indoors by Guzma. Yelping as he's plopped onto the couch of all things. It could have been worse, but this was by no means a comfortable situation. His eyes snap to Guzma, wary of the other—for good reason too what with the punch he got last month. With how he was both drunk and angry now? So he does the safe thing, Sun listens and waits.
As Guzma goes on though, Sun just looks... tired. Sighing, he pushes himself up with his elbows so he's actually at least somewhat comfortable.]
Is that what your problems been?
[Not that Sun didn't let what he knew about his own version of Guzma color his biases here, which certainly wasn't helping their interactions.... but whatever, he was at least somewhat actively trying to avoid starting shit if he could help it. They both were stuck here after all. Golisopod also seemed to like Sun enough to come and bug him so he couldn't completely avoid his trainer. He shakes his head.]
So what, yer just gonna be an ass then? I'm still me. How well did you even really know this other me anyways? Like, really? I know he, what... knocked you down a peg or somethin' and there was somethin' about a team up...?
[Look it had been a hot minute since they actually talked about this topic, he didn't remember the exact details. Huffy though, Sun continues on. His frustration with Guzma has been building gradually all this time.]
Ok, what's his favorite—I dunno, pokemon? His favorite food? What does he do when he's not beatin' you in a Pokemon Battle?? Ugh! It's stupid! Yer stupid!
He doesn't get much time to actually process the information though as he's jostled out of his thoughts and dragged indoors by Guzma. Yelping as he's plopped onto the couch of all things. It could have been worse, but this was by no means a comfortable situation. His eyes snap to Guzma, wary of the other—for good reason too what with the punch he got last month. With how he was both drunk and angry now? So he does the safe thing, Sun listens and waits.
As Guzma goes on though, Sun just looks... tired. Sighing, he pushes himself up with his elbows so he's actually at least somewhat comfortable.]
Is that what your problems been?
[Not that Sun didn't let what he knew about his own version of Guzma color his biases here, which certainly wasn't helping their interactions.... but whatever, he was at least somewhat actively trying to avoid starting shit if he could help it. They both were stuck here after all. Golisopod also seemed to like Sun enough to come and bug him so he couldn't completely avoid his trainer. He shakes his head.]
So what, yer just gonna be an ass then? I'm still me. How well did you even really know this other me anyways? Like, really? I know he, what... knocked you down a peg or somethin' and there was somethin' about a team up...?
[Look it had been a hot minute since they actually talked about this topic, he didn't remember the exact details. Huffy though, Sun continues on. His frustration with Guzma has been building gradually all this time.]
Ok, what's his favorite—I dunno, pokemon? His favorite food? What does he do when he's not beatin' you in a Pokemon Battle?? Ugh! It's stupid! Yer stupid!
[There's an obvious delay in Guzma's movements, and even his processing as he stares at Sun while the boy responds. He's not sure what he was expecting from the kid, or what he'd even think about Guzma's angry and drunken rambling. How he just dropped that shit at his feet like he's someone to be dropping his worries on, and not some 11 year old who didn't deserve any of Guzma's animosity.
He scoffs at being questioned on how well he knew the other Sun. Mainly because, well... sure, they weren't besties, but the kid and him had a different kind of bond. They weren't like hanging every day or nothing, but that kid brought hope back to him, that kid helped him see the erroneous way he had been living, showed him there were other paths that his self-destructive ways were blinding him to.
Knocking him down a peg was oversimplifying it.
Even with Sun's questions, surprisingly Guzma doesn't get too pissed, just annoyed. Which he was already, so...]
Look kid, he and me—we were enemies, but he helped me, yo. In a way that no one else fuckin' did before. It was 'cos of him I disbanded Team Skull, it was 'cos of what he did that I went back to Hala, that I—
[His face shifts, something more despondent than angry, more hurt than hostile. He runs a hand through his wild hair as he looks off to the side, away from Sun.]
It don't matter—none of that small shit matters. You ain't him, you don't got nothin' the same as him besides your name, your face, and your voice... I don't expect you to get it, I ain't lookin' for fuckin' sympathy here.
I ain't weak like that...
[Yet here he is, talking to Sun like this. Angry, hurt, and lost... also horribly drunk.]
He scoffs at being questioned on how well he knew the other Sun. Mainly because, well... sure, they weren't besties, but the kid and him had a different kind of bond. They weren't like hanging every day or nothing, but that kid brought hope back to him, that kid helped him see the erroneous way he had been living, showed him there were other paths that his self-destructive ways were blinding him to.
Knocking him down a peg was oversimplifying it.
Even with Sun's questions, surprisingly Guzma doesn't get too pissed, just annoyed. Which he was already, so...]
Look kid, he and me—we were enemies, but he helped me, yo. In a way that no one else fuckin' did before. It was 'cos of him I disbanded Team Skull, it was 'cos of what he did that I went back to Hala, that I—
[His face shifts, something more despondent than angry, more hurt than hostile. He runs a hand through his wild hair as he looks off to the side, away from Sun.]
It don't matter—none of that small shit matters. You ain't him, you don't got nothin' the same as him besides your name, your face, and your voice... I don't expect you to get it, I ain't lookin' for fuckin' sympathy here.
I ain't weak like that...
[Yet here he is, talking to Sun like this. Angry, hurt, and lost... also horribly drunk.]
[It was interesting to see Guzma reply as he does. Less his typical anger and more just... well, sad sounding really. Not that Sun hadn't seen it before, they were able to talk like somewhat normal people at least once. (He's not counting any weird shit he did last month though). He was just expecting more anger or why else did Guzma roughly drag Sun inside the cabin? He could have very well just slammed the door in his face after all. Maybe it was all the alcohol...Sun's still frustrated though and it reflects in the flat look he's watching Guzma with.]
Good, cuz I don't have any sympathy to give you.
[Maybe the slightest sliver of one at the beginning? It was a shitty confusing situation and Sun gets that, but Guzma has been a real terror to deal with while being here so...]
I dunno what to tell you though. [Because really, this isn't Sun's problem and what do you honestly expect an 11 year old to say about any of this...] I'm the me you are stuck here with, and it doesn't seem like I can just avoid you all the time so... deal with it. I know bein' a jerk is I dunno, your whole thing? But it's not gonna change anything. Unless I suddenly disappear or I can find Lunala and get the hell outta here.
[He gives a huffy shrug, before pushing off from the couch. He's not leaving quite yet, but he didn't come over to have a feelings jam with drunk Guzma. He just wanted to know about Jill.]
Good, cuz I don't have any sympathy to give you.
[Maybe the slightest sliver of one at the beginning? It was a shitty confusing situation and Sun gets that, but Guzma has been a real terror to deal with while being here so...]
I dunno what to tell you though. [Because really, this isn't Sun's problem and what do you honestly expect an 11 year old to say about any of this...] I'm the me you are stuck here with, and it doesn't seem like I can just avoid you all the time so... deal with it. I know bein' a jerk is I dunno, your whole thing? But it's not gonna change anything. Unless I suddenly disappear or I can find Lunala and get the hell outta here.
[He gives a huffy shrug, before pushing off from the couch. He's not leaving quite yet, but he didn't come over to have a feelings jam with drunk Guzma. He just wanted to know about Jill.]
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[That despondent look starts to shift as Sun talks. That more familiar look of anger resurfacing. Not at the lack of sympathy, but at what else Sun has to say. It's true, they can't just avoid each other all the time, and they both have kinda been dicks, but Guzma especially. He can't help it.
Well, he can. It's just hard, he doesn't know how to deal with these complex situations, and even less so when he's drunk. Especially when he's hurt like this, a wound that was already freshly made, just being cut deeper, what scabbing there was merely scrubbed away without mercy.
The casual mention of suddenly disappearing riles Guzma, not because he's particularly worried about Sun doing so, but it just brings back the fact Jill's gone. Settles it right in the foreground of Guzma's mind, and the flippancy in which he says it just makes it all the worse.
As Sun rises, so too does Guzma (he's also dropping that bottle, which thankfully doesn't break when it hits the floor, but it does spill), and with one hand he swiftly catches Sun in the chest, shoving him back onto the couch.]
Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin', kid?!
[He's not done... doing whatever this is, ok!? He's drunk, and mad, and he doesn't even know what he wants, or what he needs at this point. He just has too many emotions, and the tension in the house is crushing. To a point that it's making the whole place tremble as Guzma stares down at Sun with renewed drunken hostility.]
You came over here—with that face of yours! You knew she wasn't around—you tried to get a hold of her, and couldn't! You just wanted to rile me, huh? You wanted to piss me off while I was-was—
[Weak. Vulnerable. Pathetic. He can't say it, but they're there, and he's pissed, his mind is swimming with emotions and half-thoughts, and the haze of the booze doesn't make any of this clearer. His fists are white-knuckled with their clenching, and he looks like he might very well beat Sun down right here and now if the kid doesn't think fast—or someone doesn't intervene.]
Well, he can. It's just hard, he doesn't know how to deal with these complex situations, and even less so when he's drunk. Especially when he's hurt like this, a wound that was already freshly made, just being cut deeper, what scabbing there was merely scrubbed away without mercy.
The casual mention of suddenly disappearing riles Guzma, not because he's particularly worried about Sun doing so, but it just brings back the fact Jill's gone. Settles it right in the foreground of Guzma's mind, and the flippancy in which he says it just makes it all the worse.
As Sun rises, so too does Guzma (he's also dropping that bottle, which thankfully doesn't break when it hits the floor, but it does spill), and with one hand he swiftly catches Sun in the chest, shoving him back onto the couch.]
Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin', kid?!
[He's not done... doing whatever this is, ok!? He's drunk, and mad, and he doesn't even know what he wants, or what he needs at this point. He just has too many emotions, and the tension in the house is crushing. To a point that it's making the whole place tremble as Guzma stares down at Sun with renewed drunken hostility.]
You came over here—with that face of yours! You knew she wasn't around—you tried to get a hold of her, and couldn't! You just wanted to rile me, huh? You wanted to piss me off while I was-was—
[Weak. Vulnerable. Pathetic. He can't say it, but they're there, and he's pissed, his mind is swimming with emotions and half-thoughts, and the haze of the booze doesn't make any of this clearer. His fists are white-knuckled with their clenching, and he looks like he might very well beat Sun down right here and now if the kid doesn't think fast—or someone doesn't intervene.]
[Sun honestly wasn't expecting a drunk Guzma to have that much speed or flip quite as rapidly as he had. This whole thing was like walking on eggshells, but he had thought things were calming down somewhat at least.]
Fuck!
[Caught off guard, Sun hisses as he gets shoved back onto the couch. Glaring up to Guzma. He didn't just step on one eggshell, he done tripped and fell on all of them! There's no ignoring the crushing feeling of the environment or the literal trembling of the house around him. It was suffocating and dangerous. He needed to leave.]
I didn't come here for you! I wanted to know—wanted to see if... if she wasn't here anymore!
[Now wasn't the time for talking though. All they do is shout at each other, even when Guzma wasn't drunk. In a rush Sun reaches to his belt and releases the first one he feels. Not wanting to give Guzma any time to react or grab his arms. And in a flash of red light who did he release? Dong.
Say hello to a huge crab in the living room, taking one look at the situation and looking angrily to the drunk man threatening Sun.]
Fuck!
[Caught off guard, Sun hisses as he gets shoved back onto the couch. Glaring up to Guzma. He didn't just step on one eggshell, he done tripped and fell on all of them! There's no ignoring the crushing feeling of the environment or the literal trembling of the house around him. It was suffocating and dangerous. He needed to leave.]
I didn't come here for you! I wanted to know—wanted to see if... if she wasn't here anymore!
[Now wasn't the time for talking though. All they do is shout at each other, even when Guzma wasn't drunk. In a rush Sun reaches to his belt and releases the first one he feels. Not wanting to give Guzma any time to react or grab his arms. And in a flash of red light who did he release? Dong.
Say hello to a huge crab in the living room, taking one look at the situation and looking angrily to the drunk man threatening Sun.]
Oh? No bone to pick with me, just here for Jill, is that it? Tch!
[Guzma should have expected this child to release a Pokémon, but he didn't. Because he's fucking stupid. Well, more so because he's drunk and angry, and very hardcore lapsing into his past bullshit, but WHATEVER.
Point is, the flash is sudden and surprising, and it catches his attention—his expression going from the hostile one it had, to something a bit more surprised and taken aback. It's a good thing that Dong had punched him before, because it left one hell of an impression, one that cuts through Guzma's anger and irrational thinking at the moment. Causing Guzma to take a step back as he reaches for one of his own Ultra Balls—releasing Scizor.
The bug taking a moment to assess the situation, before honing in on Dong with his pincers raised, ready for the battle that... should not be happening in such a close vicinity to the trainers, as well as... in the goddamn cabin that Jill had left for Archie and Guzma both.
They did not need to be wrecking the place because of Guzma's inability to grieve like a normal human being!]
[Guzma should have expected this child to release a Pokémon, but he didn't. Because he's fucking stupid. Well, more so because he's drunk and angry, and very hardcore lapsing into his past bullshit, but WHATEVER.
Point is, the flash is sudden and surprising, and it catches his attention—his expression going from the hostile one it had, to something a bit more surprised and taken aback. It's a good thing that Dong had punched him before, because it left one hell of an impression, one that cuts through Guzma's anger and irrational thinking at the moment. Causing Guzma to take a step back as he reaches for one of his own Ultra Balls—releasing Scizor.
The bug taking a moment to assess the situation, before honing in on Dong with his pincers raised, ready for the battle that... should not be happening in such a close vicinity to the trainers, as well as... in the goddamn cabin that Jill had left for Archie and Guzma both.
They did not need to be wrecking the place because of Guzma's inability to grieve like a normal human being!]
Edited 2019-07-21 01:25 (UTC)
[you know, archie was perfectly content to just let whatever was happening happen as he did some of his work in one of the studies. he'd kind of expected something like this to happen in the wake of jill leaving again, and mipha is mercifully not around to suffer through it and try to mediate the way he knows she'd want to, regardless of her own feelings. he barely pays attention to what he can hear of the argument, though he does wince a little when he hears guzma go off on sun for not being the right one.
that said, it's the snap of a two pokéballs opening that finally makes him get up and do something. he stabs the carving knife he was using into his desk and saunters out, trying to act like he's not half as concerned and pissed about this as he actually is.]
What the fuck are you doing?! All four of you! [yeah he's including the pokémon in this.] Go outs--
[okay. he notices the bottle. smells the persistent aroma of booze. did not realise guzma had hit it that hard.]
Sun, [he starts off again, putting on his best Dad Voice mixed with Leader Voice.] There's some lunch in the fridge. I still owe you one, so go help yourself. Please return Dong in the meantime, he won't fit in there.
[back to guzma... archie figures the best thing is time out for this one.]
Golisopod! Whichever ball you're in, come out! [he says, firmly. god, he hopes anyone present listens to even one thing he's saying or it'll be embarrassing.] Guzma needs a timeout!
[FINALLY:] Scizor, I believe you have the self-control and poise to be able to battle in here without breaking anything, but goin' outside might be better. Crobat was lookin' for ya.
that said, it's the snap of a two pokéballs opening that finally makes him get up and do something. he stabs the carving knife he was using into his desk and saunters out, trying to act like he's not half as concerned and pissed about this as he actually is.]
What the fuck are you doing?! All four of you! [yeah he's including the pokémon in this.] Go outs--
[okay. he notices the bottle. smells the persistent aroma of booze. did not realise guzma had hit it that hard.]
Sun, [he starts off again, putting on his best Dad Voice mixed with Leader Voice.] There's some lunch in the fridge. I still owe you one, so go help yourself. Please return Dong in the meantime, he won't fit in there.
[back to guzma... archie figures the best thing is time out for this one.]
Golisopod! Whichever ball you're in, come out! [he says, firmly. god, he hopes anyone present listens to even one thing he's saying or it'll be embarrassing.] Guzma needs a timeout!
[FINALLY:] Scizor, I believe you have the self-control and poise to be able to battle in here without breaking anything, but goin' outside might be better. Crobat was lookin' for ya.
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