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
[Guzma does take it, looking it over like it was some alien artifact, instead of a muffin-themed Meowth toy.]
It is weird. [But it makes him wonder what others they had. Maybe some bugs...?] But wait, battles? Ain't these just toys?
[The answer is, of course, magic, but Guzma's still not used to that crap, alright?]
It is weird. [But it makes him wonder what others they had. Maybe some bugs...?] But wait, battles? Ain't these just toys?
[The answer is, of course, magic, but Guzma's still not used to that crap, alright?]
[Let's be real, it basically is an alien artifact. It wasn't made by someone from the Pokemon world and yet it was undeniably a Meowth. At least that one made sense what with Dollar and Nanu having some here, but the others??]
Yeah! I don't get how it works, but they move and got attacks and stuff. You should get one.
[Sun's not just saying this because he hasn't gotten all his wins or nothing. Totally not a motive in him bringing this up.]
Yeah! I don't get how it works, but they move and got attacks and stuff. You should get one.
[Sun's not just saying this because he hasn't gotten all his wins or nothing. Totally not a motive in him bringing this up.]
[Guzma levels his stare at Sun, a smirk pulling at his lips after a moment.]
Yeah? You wanna battle me or something?
[Golisopod has not been paying attention at all to their discussion this whole time. Kinda off in his own buggy zone? But when he hears battle, he perks and looks over at the two.]
Yeah? You wanna battle me or something?
[Golisopod has not been paying attention at all to their discussion this whole time. Kinda off in his own buggy zone? But when he hears battle, he perks and looks over at the two.]
[You know, Guzma saying it like that actually makes Sun pause. It is indeed what he was asking, but he can't help but think of real battles as well. It's actually been a really long time since he's battled now. Funny how En perks up at the mention of battling as well. Sun nods though.]
Well, I do need a few more wins if I wanna get paid.
Well, I do need a few more wins if I wanna get paid.
Then maybe it ain't me y'should be battlin', huh?
[Whether its these weird monster mashers, or actual Pokémon, Guzma is certainly down for a battle. If how the two Pokémon reacted is telling, so too are they!]
[Whether its these weird monster mashers, or actual Pokémon, Guzma is certainly down for a battle. If how the two Pokémon reacted is telling, so too are they!]
[Ok that gets a laugh outta Sun. Guzma was such an arrogant battler, he had almost forgot.]
That confident you'll win, huh? The rules are similar, but they aren't the same.
[He shifts, resting his arms behind his head as he walks with his own smug sort of air.]
I can show ya where to get one if you ain't afraid to lose.
That confident you'll win, huh? The rules are similar, but they aren't the same.
[He shifts, resting his arms behind his head as he walks with his own smug sort of air.]
I can show ya where to get one if you ain't afraid to lose.
[he knew he wouldn't be here forever. he knew none of them would be here forever, though archie had hoped he wouldn't leave guzma behind.
for a while, he's been leaving a note out on his bed in case it happened-- putting it away every night. maybe guzma finds it eventually. it's not going anywhere. it's relatively thick; he's written down and saved all the recipes he'd made for the awful man over the course of their time here, as well as his best estimation of alolan malasadas. finally, a note:]
hey shithead, i guess i got fucked by whatever the hell it is that brought us here and it sent me home. sorry. i wish i could've stayed a little longer. we don't know each other back home and we don't know to seek each other out. i'm a decade behind you, anyway.
even if we can't do anything back home, knowing you here meant a lot. there's no-one i'd rather play dildo darts with or stab.
i'm gonna let gundam tanaka have crabrawler. he's a good kid, i think he'd be a fantastic trainer. he's an expert in the equivalent of raising baby pokémon and i think he's used to magic. you'd probably like him a lot.
we were getting there, right? be good. you're not as stupid or incapable of it as you think. love you, big man.
archie
for a while, he's been leaving a note out on his bed in case it happened-- putting it away every night. maybe guzma finds it eventually. it's not going anywhere. it's relatively thick; he's written down and saved all the recipes he'd made for the awful man over the course of their time here, as well as his best estimation of alolan malasadas. finally, a note:]
hey shithead, i guess i got fucked by whatever the hell it is that brought us here and it sent me home. sorry. i wish i could've stayed a little longer. we don't know each other back home and we don't know to seek each other out. i'm a decade behind you, anyway.
even if we can't do anything back home, knowing you here meant a lot. there's no-one i'd rather play dildo darts with or stab.
i'm gonna let gundam tanaka have crabrawler. he's a good kid, i think he'd be a fantastic trainer. he's an expert in the equivalent of raising baby pokémon and i think he's used to magic. you'd probably like him a lot.
we were getting there, right? be good. you're not as stupid or incapable of it as you think. love you, big man.
archie
[By the time Guzma's found the note, he's already aware that Archie's gone. Didn't mean he'd admit it to anyone. Not even himself. He's pressed on, trying to keep things normal, trying to avoid any mention of it whatsoever. If someone tried to bring it up, Guzma ignores it like nothing as said at all. It's a cruel kinda of irony, he thinks, that not only is he the last of the trio to remain, that Archie would disappear after the botched attempt with Solgaleo to go home.
He knows it's better this way, even if it makes his heart ache. Archie didn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be here, yet here he remains. He's not even sure why he's gone into Archie's room. He didn't when Jill left, the room has remained untouched and inaccessible, yet he can't help but give into the need for comfort that he thinks he'll find in that room. What he finds, well...it's a doubled edged sword, to say the least.
At first he stares at it, brow pinched hard, and part of him wants to pivot on his heel and leave. As if denying that letter would keep the lie alive that Archie isn't truly gone...but he knows better. Instead he acquiesces to the part of his brain that needs to know what it says, needs reality slapped into him. Plucking it up, he takes a seat on Archie's bed, slowly, gingerly, as if the bed is somehow as fragile as he's come to know himself to be.
Reading the words over, it's like an alien language, if only because his mind refuses to comprehend it, even if his heart knows. He doesn't just read it once, neither. He reads it over and over again, till finally, he just lets his hand hang besides him. The other cupping his face as he leans his elbow against his thigh—the one that has that scar. That reminder of such a grim time, but now it's a reminder of more than that.
Of what he's now without. Both touched and scathed, he hisses at the sting in his eyes. His voice quiet, and shaky.]
Bastard... y'couldn't take me with ya, huh? Had to go out on your own...
[He sucks in a sharp breath, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and forefingers.]
What're ya gonna do, Guzma?
[Maybe he'll just stay here for a while. It's not like he has a choice, right?]
He knows it's better this way, even if it makes his heart ache. Archie didn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be here, yet here he remains. He's not even sure why he's gone into Archie's room. He didn't when Jill left, the room has remained untouched and inaccessible, yet he can't help but give into the need for comfort that he thinks he'll find in that room. What he finds, well...it's a doubled edged sword, to say the least.
At first he stares at it, brow pinched hard, and part of him wants to pivot on his heel and leave. As if denying that letter would keep the lie alive that Archie isn't truly gone...but he knows better. Instead he acquiesces to the part of his brain that needs to know what it says, needs reality slapped into him. Plucking it up, he takes a seat on Archie's bed, slowly, gingerly, as if the bed is somehow as fragile as he's come to know himself to be.
Reading the words over, it's like an alien language, if only because his mind refuses to comprehend it, even if his heart knows. He doesn't just read it once, neither. He reads it over and over again, till finally, he just lets his hand hang besides him. The other cupping his face as he leans his elbow against his thigh—the one that has that scar. That reminder of such a grim time, but now it's a reminder of more than that.
Of what he's now without. Both touched and scathed, he hisses at the sting in his eyes. His voice quiet, and shaky.]
Bastard... y'couldn't take me with ya, huh? Had to go out on your own...
[He sucks in a sharp breath, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and forefingers.]
What're ya gonna do, Guzma?
[Maybe he'll just stay here for a while. It's not like he has a choice, right?]
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