heleanor | 【ＲＰ】ＯｐｅｎＰｏｓｔ

[Red thought he was expecting it, but still, the sound of Green's loud voice echoing across the cave makes him flinch. He automatically glances around frantically in the following moments to see if anyone else (anything else) might have heard, a habit he picked up all the way back at Silph.

But, nothing arrives. Either the Repel is doing its job, or the pokémon number fewer on this level than the last one. Reproachfully, Red turns toward Green with a glare, and puts a finger over his lips as if to tell the other boy 'Shut up!' He tries not to let on how badly he feels like shaking from being spooked like that.]

[ Boring. He doesn't get through a full eyeroll, glancing down to Jolteon; the pokémon is looking elsewhere, himself wondering about the others that could've been attracted by the sound of his trainer's voice. Fine fine, you two. Geez.

Green gets up into his feet with a sigh, bag straps gripped in his hands. ]

Whatever, don't get all huffy about it. [ But he shifts from nonchalant to finding a reason to brighten up. ] Let me guess, you heard about that pokémon too, right?

[Red stiffens. So Green knows.

With body language that's suddenly hostile, Red stalks over in the direction of his rival and approaches Green against his own instincts, trying to make it clear that the subject is not a friendly one. How did Green hear about MEWTWO, and how much does he know? Was it rumors, or is there another source of information like those diaries floating around?

Red doesn't physically grab the other boy—in fact, he stops more than arm's length away—but, he folds his arms nonetheless in a way that clearly indicates he wants an explanation.]

[ --That's strange. He watches Red, back straightening some to the force that the other boy brings with his steps, but he doesn't come in as close as Green expects him to.

But it's not as if there's anything to actually be scared of in front of him. Green puts a hand on his waist, an understanding look washing over his face as he does. Oh, he gets it now -- Red thinks he can act like he isn't still a midget now that he's Champ? ]

So you got it, Green Oak. [ Hah. ] Well, that's if you can find them before I do.

[ Over his shoulder the straps go; okay, now he can put both hands on his sides, combating Red's posture with his own challenging one. ] You can't hog all the fun. I was still Champion too, you know?

Edited (oops wrong word) 2015-01-05 04:42 (UTC)

[Red shakes his head at once at the mention of Green finding 'it' first, before Red. The latter's angry glare dissipates at once, replaced by a wide-eyed look that's openly urgent, maybe even just shy of...afraid?

In fact, Red's whole-body stiffness gives away an air of near-franticness. His arm and upper body twitches forward, for a split second, like he's about to reach out for Green to grab his arm. But, Red ultimately doesn't. He can't make himself initiate the contact, however unlikely it would be for Green to retaliate. Instead, Red's arm stiffly lowers again with a piercing look at Green, trying to convey to him that this time is different. It's not about who was Champion; the monster in this cave is dangerous. More than Team Rocket. More than possibly anything.]

[ Green watches.

And then eventually, he shrugs. ] You're a funny guy and all Red, but I don't have time for playing around. Who knows how deep this cave goes?

[ He turns, getting Jolteon's attention by the sound of his name. The creature takes steps away from the two, peering towards the path not yet taken. ]

Don't worry! I'll tell you all about it when I find them and beat them. The rumours sound like a bunch of phooey anyway. An unbeatable pokémon? Yeah right!

[Red makes a sound in his throat that might be words, coming from someone else—out of his mouth, it sounds like nothing more than one long, inarticulate snarl, the noise of a person that hasn't spoken in weeks or months and is out of practice.

Heart beating wildly in his chest, Red runs around toward the branching path and moves himself to be in Green's way, one arm outstretched but still not quite within reach of the other trainer. The other hand rests at his belt, where the first of his six pokéballs are waiting. Red doesn't want to battle. Not anymore. But if Green wants to go this way no matter what, and won't listen to reason, Red intends to stop him one way or another.]

[ Uh oh Red's got a meowth in his throat, quick someone help him.

Green's too cool to spare time watching Red's interpretative dancing anyway, and he's more than happy to leave him in his (and Jolteon's) dust as they go to find this rumoured pok-- hey wait excuse you what are you doing there.

Irritation peaks inside Green's throat, but he puts on a challenging face. What was with this guy? ]

You're really serious about this, aren't you? [ But what if he is? Maybe that makes Green want to find this thing even more. ] Give me a break! But hey, if you're that hungry for a fight, pal...

[ A hand of his own slips down to one of his pokéballs, fingers curling over the sphere and then pausing for effects. Just to keep Red on his toes when instead, his other hand whips out- ] Blind him!

[ It takes a moment, but understanding, Jolteon's body glows like the colour of the sun in one second, a more blinding light than blasting and surrounding the area in the next. Already, the ball held in Green's hand pulled from his belt and the pokémon inside released onto the ground beside him. This is a pokémon more connected to the plan being put in place- ]

Come on Alakazam!

[ It's an escape plan -- one that if isn't interrupted, will allow Green and his pokémon to make a disappearance. Arceus bless teleporting pokémon. ]

[Green doesn't need to worry about being followed: the moment Jolteon's spiky fur begins to glow, Red panics, his mind's eye flooded not with memories of Flash attack but rather Electrode and Selfdestruct.

With a strangled scream, Red throws himself to the ground and flattens out there , covering his head using both hands and shielding the pokéballs at his waist with his own body, curled around them. He's too freaked out to hear Green calling for Alakazam to Teleport him, and by the time Red registers that Green isn't actually attacking him, the other trainer is long already gone.

No. He can't. Red can't let him.] ...! [With a weak, shaking breath, Red gets slowly back up to his feet and casts a furtive glance around the now-dark-again surroundings in the dungeon. Cursing his own stupidity and cowardice (not even an attack just a dirty trick just like Team Rocket–), he takes the first pokéball at his waist and releases Pikachu, as much for his own peace of mind as for protection. The electric-type buzzes at him, concerned, and Red unthinkingly scoops it up to hold tight against his chest. Time to go find Green.]

[ Green opens his eyes to a softer sight, the loud and curdling sound that came from Red's throat ringing in his ears. It wasn't just a sound though -- that was a scream. That's obvious once Green really thinks and registers it, but why would a scream like that ever come out from Red's mouth? And over nothing at all-

Really, just what the heck was up with that guy these days?

Handwaving, glares, and yelling that was so over the top it whizzed past funny and right into plain creepy. Green looks behind him, but -- it's not like Red wouldn't be fine. Maybe he just overreacted. Maybe he's overreacting right now, even be worried. He could've spooked Red really badly.

He shakes his head, and motions to Alakazam and Jolteon. ] Come on.

[ Whatever, he'll figure it out later. They had a pokémon to find.

That pokémon finds them.

And it knew of them, of all of them, there in the depths of Cerulean Cave disturbing its territory. Other pokémon were drawn out by the commotion along the way, but everything calms to in time. And actually, this time, it really is too calm, and Green's the first to notice. They couldn't hear anything. Not even their own footsteps. Alakazam hadn't noticed, and not even Jolteon.

The attack happens suddenly.

They don't go down quietly. Not all of them get the chance to go down, though Alakazam, Jolteon, and Arcanine's bodies are silent soon enough, scattered over the cave floor with the pokéballs of their team mates - knocked from Green's hand, ripped away from his belt - joining them. They're unconscious, the only kindness shown to any of them during the bout, and even Green himself was left barely aware of anything after the force that hurled his back against the cave wall. If bones were broken after that Green doesn't know, down but too stubborn to stay still despite every ache shooting through him and an eye vision where nothing will stay still.

But he sees the blur of his own hand scraping forward, and the blur Arcanine's body to his left, and -- there, there's a pokéball, right there, shaking and rattling, right in front of him. And if he could reach for it (and the mass of white; it turns-- and walks, slowly, slowly), if he could get it, take it back-

(closer, closer)

He won't leave it there- ]

[If Green's that badly thrown, he may not even hear Red coming: the pounding of ratty sneakers echos against the cave floor in the absence of a battle, the deepest corner of the dungeon eerily silent after MEWTWO paused in its rampage. Trying to be stealthy is no good at this point, he thinks, the creature will tear him apart.

It took Red long enough to navigate his way to the place where he knows they're waiting; his rival and the monster in this cave. He halts at the entrance, taking in the sight of Green and his fallen team. Cold flashes suddenly in his veins, making him feel scared and sick. Red's body is numb and his mind void with shock. They aren't—they can't be–]

[...Wait. There! After his gaze stays frozen on the other trainer for several long seconds, Red sees Green's hand twitching in the darkness. He's reaching (despite obvious pain) for an unopened pokéball on the ground. The sight of it kicks Red's mind back into gear—there's still time, he can't afford to waste it now. If this creature gets worked up into a true rage it won't be able to be stopped.

When it turns at last toward Red, giving him a sharp Mew! of reproach, Red already has his hand on the last pokéball at his belt. He tosses it into the air and releases the creature inside, silently pointing forward to MEWTWO in direction to attack.] ...!!

[A blast of chill overtakes the cavern. White, icy frost blinds everything for a moment, the cold air rushes from the Articuno's wings to the surrounding walls. It fills the entire dungeon in moments. Articuno warbles a loud Gyaoo! before it attacks, flapping its wings once more in a Blizzard. The pokémon begin to battle, Red at the helm.

In the meanwhile, though Red's Pikachu darts over toward Green. Ducking around the attacks flying through the cave, it scampers to Green with fur bristling and a soft growl of warning. The electric-type is clearly upset with him, probably over what it understands of Green's previous encounter with its trainer, but it refrains from attacking. Instead, Pikachu sniffs at him to make sure he's conscious, which is what Red asked it to do.]

[ Pikachu you little punk this is not the time for your attitude--

The chill spreads through the space, and the sound of battle is more deafening in Green's ears when he's not the one part of the fight. There's some form of an idea of what's going on, but Green doesn't - can't - turn his head to see the spectacle that's taking place. It doesn't occupy his mind to anyway, his head already filled with the urgency of the situation, and his frustrations at unfulfilling them. He needs to get to his pokémon, put them away, get up onto his feet and do something.

But that's impossible, with his body to the point of exhaustion. That outstretched arm is motionless by the time Pikachu scurries over, but there's still a quivering rise and fall to his body, a scrunching of his eyelids. He's not dead, and he's still somewhat conscious -- but only barely.

Have fun with your battling please keep it away from this side of the room thanks in advance, wake me up when September ends. ]

[Soon enough, Pikachu is replaced by Blastoise, who hunches protectively over Green with a grumbling sound while the electric-type goes to round up the scattered pokéballs. There's not much they can do about the unconscious members of Green's team that are already out, but Red's careful to keep Articuno, then Zapdos, and Moltres, occupying MEWTWO on one side of the cavern so the battle is free of casualties.

Red's got no mind for Green right now, he's struggling to stay upright himself just from the force of the shock waves lashing through the cave. He could throw the Master Ball, but—that won't stop this creature's terrible anger. Most pokémon battle out of instinct, but this one seems almost incapable of thinking of anything else. MEWTWO shows no reaction whatsoever to taking out the first of Red's legendary birds, nor the second, and despite the savagery it possesses Red can't help but feel sorry for it. It's suffered so much, in order to be the strongest, yet it still isn't satisfied. Red wonders if maybe it should never have been created in the first place. It would have been kinder.

The legendary birds hold out as long as they can, which is no small feat given MEWTWO seems capable of healing itself. Finally, when Moltres is on the verge of fainting, Red makes his choice and tightens his grip on the Master Ball. Bile rises in his throat, despite himself, and despite Green laying injured on the ground only meters away. Red promised himself a long time ago he would never use his gift from Silph Co's president, would never abuse the power to capture a pokémon that he hadn't given a fair fight to earn. But, short of battling MEWTWO into submission, there doesn't seem to be much alternative for them now. It's the lesser of two evils considering what damage MEWTWO might do if anyone else finds it here.]

... ... [Steeling his nerves, Red aims for the hunched-over form of MEWTWO before him and tosses. He holds his breath anxiously as the Master Ball lands and opens, trapping the psychic pokémon inside. The cave goes impossibly quiet for a moment, silence deafening, as Red watches the ball twitch once.

And then it's over. The ball goes still, and Red forces himself to approach and pick it up. He closes his eyes in a silent apology as he pulls out his Pokédex, recording MEWTWO's information before allowing the ball to be digitized from his hand and transferred to the PC. MEWTWO is not a pokémon he can fight with. Red doubts anyone can. He might let it out again, someday, but not here.

Feeling weak with the rush of adrenaline just now dimming in his veins, Red forces himself to approach Green and Blastoise on the floor. Time to get up, idiot. You're welcome.]

[ Ugh, something stinks around here.

Red standing there isn't going to make Green wake up from this fantastic nap of everything hurts too much, apologies. But another does stir, Jolteon, coming to with a sharp intake of breath that follows into raspy coughs. His paws kick at the ground, remembering urgency before how to properly work his limbs. But he gets up, eventually, throwing up another choked sound out from his throat before snapping his head this way and that, searching both for the danger and both for his trainer.

There's Red, team mates, and then there's -- Green. And without the danger from before anywhere to be seen and nothing in the atmosphere telling him to put his priorities elsewhere, his goal is to get to his trainer's side. Yet when he gets up - giving a determined growl in the process - he does so wobbling, his front legs crumbling forward on the first attempted step and the sound coming out of his mouth this time more like an involuntary whine.

But Jolteon isn't one to give up; that wasn't the way Green raised him. So- just give him a moment, and he'll be lifting himself back up again, to plod over to where Red and Green both are. ]

[Red jerks his head at the sound of padding footsteps, reacting involuntarily to the sudden noise. It takes him a single, frightened moment to remember that yes, the battle is already over, and no, Green's weakened Jolteon is no danger to him despite what happened earlier (it isn't, he's fine).

Pikachu turns toward the Jolteon as well. It growls again, louder this time, and runs to stand aggressively in front of its trainer. Fur raised, Pikachu blocks Jolteon's path with an aggressive stance on all fours until Red silences it with a weary look. Reluctantly, the electric-type backs down, and Red moves around it toward Jolteon. If it cooperates, Red will come to a stop a meter away from Jolteon and then set his backpack down on the ground, crouching down with a wince to dig through it for a Full Restore. Once extracted, Red holds the item out for the pokémon with a 'Look, see?' sort of expression, knowing Jolteon ought to recognize the pharmaceutical for what it is.]

[ Jolteon isn't having any of this. His own mouth is a show of white and a growl in turn for what he's given. He quietens down once the other electric type stops, but his eyes are narrowed the whole time that Red is making movements, his mood hardly the best before the show of aggression displayed.

Once the potion is presented though, his focus goes down onto that instead. He knows what it is; he's seen plenty of the things since being with Green, and he understood what was likely an offer from the boy.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds for Jolteon to dismiss it and Red, turning his head and body back in the direction of his trainer to continue walking to his side. Pikachu gets a quick glare just in case, not caring that he doesn't have the energy to back anything up

Should he not be interrupted this time, Jolteon will nudge and nuzzle his nose against Green's hair, mewing softly before turning back to Red, and calling over to him -- not as gently, but not as harsh as he had before with Pikachu. He want Red to bring the potion over for Green, while only having a limited way to express that - by extending out his head and making a sound to Red, and then turning and looking back at Green, making the same sound, and then looking back at Red. ]

[Red watches Jolteon move past him, wanting to give the pokémon the item, but still too wary to try and stop it himself. Pikachu doesn't growl again at the other electric-type when it gets closer. Though, judging by its stubborn glare, that obviously isn't by choice. Jolteon goes straight to Green, which doesn't really surprise Red. He reflects, feeling oddly resigned, that he probably should've expected this.

Red looks down at his bag for another, drawn-out pause. That's how long it takes him to muster the strength to pick it up again, dragging the backpack slowly over in Green's direction. Red sets it down by the other trainer's side, body already going stiff from being within reaching distance of him. Red hates touching people, hates being near them, and he can hardly stand to make himself get this close to another person especially after Silph. But he has to help Green. Red doesn't have to like it, but he can't leave his rival in this condition when he's hurt.

Crouching lightly on his feet—it's an exhausting effort after that battle, but Red just can't tamp down the urge he has to move himself in a way that allows him to run quickly should he have to—Red sets the Full Restore aside, and pulls out a Fresh Water from his backpack. It's safe for both humans and Pokémon to drink, with the added bonus of the medicine being tasteless.]

... ... [Red slowly, agonizingly reaches to lift Green's head a bit with one hand, gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to drop him at once and get away. He flicks off the plastic lid of the water bottle with his thumb, then shakily lowers the drink to Green's lips before tipping it back enough to give him a small amount. Red's entire body is tense, like he's been struck with paralysis, and he really REALLY wants Green to wake up soon so he can drink down the rest of the bottle himself. Red's not the injured party here, but he still feels like he's going to be ill.]

Edited (typo) 2015-01-06 21:40 (UTC)

[ Jolteon stays watching, familiar with a water bottle but still scrutinising it from where he stands by his trainer's side. Why Red couldn't have just used the other thing is beyond his understanding, but at least he's doubtful that the thing that looks like water is going to cause any harm. As long as something gives results.

The liquid slips in between Green's lips and down through his throat, and he's as much aware of it as he is of the panicking boy above him and the danger of adding a knock to the back of his head in the list of "Why this is a terrible day for Green Oak".

Well. It's hardly the best best correlation, when soon enough he's coughing wildly and tipping his head towards Red's lap from the tickling in the back of his throat from the bottled water, and when it's very doubtful these things would've been next from the aforementioned knowledge.

(Anyway.)

Each inhale, exhale, comes out ragged around the edges, but sharp when the wooziness and less than stellar state of his being becomes obvious to his senses through an aching body and a mind still coming into consciousness again. He lets out a moan inside his mouth, licking and pinching together the dry skin of his lips and then sighing when they move apart, a slightly quicker than normal rhythm of breathing taking place inside his lungs. ]

Like a.... li-like a geotruck hit me... [ His face winces and he turns it away, being now just inches away from Jolteon's nose, but unaware. ] Damn...

[ Jolteon glances up to Red, eyes questioning him. Was Green going to be fine? There was only so much human he could understand. ]

[Muscle memory wins out, when Green unexpectedly jolts up over him: without thinking, Red hisses in a breath and scrambles back on his hands and knees, distancing himself from the other boy as quickly as if he'd been burned. At the same time Red scrabbles for his belt (the Fresh Water in his hand clatters to the ground, ignored) and his clumsy fingers are nearly closed around a pokéball before his vision returns, and he remembers where he is.

Heart still pounding, Red breathes soundlessly in and out as deeply as he can to calm himself. He watches as Green recovers himself a bit, only to wince upon realizing that the medicine's spilled. There's more in his bag, along with Lemonade, but Red would have to go back over to Green's side to get it. He can't force his frozen limbs to move just yet.]

[ Exactly as Green said: just like a geo(dude) truck.

Jolteon is at least more distracted by the well-being of his trainer than to get loud and ruffled on his behalf, and Green's more occupied by how everything sucks than to question the absolute offence that was inflicted on his person.

(But oh, if he was more aware.)

Red can have a minute or so to calm down, do whatever it is that he does before Green finally, finally starts becoming more aware of his surroundings. He sees first Jolteon's chin above him, waiting, feeling his presence first foremost and the small concerned sounds. It gets Green muttering, and he drags up an arm and flaps it until he gets his hand to land on Jolteon's back. The few next words he tries to string together come out incoherent and a mess even to him, and he quickly catches on that he needs to stop and think, and then say what he wants to say. You're okay boy, you should get his bag check on the others-

and then his mind clicks to where it would've eventually gone, that there hadn't just been them, and there isn't just them now. The question ('Red?') croaks and sounds loud imperfect for just a name, but Jolteon knows, and nods his head towards the direction the boy is. It takes a second, but Green rolls his head to face the other way, and there- Red's still there, isn't he? ]

[Yes. Yes, he is. Hi, Green.

Red only holds the other trainer's gaze for a moment, before it drops uncomfortably to the cave floor, breaking eye contact. Being under anyone's scrutiny makes him nervous, let alone his rival, and Red's stuck feeling unnerved and uncertain what to do now that Green's awake.

Well, he's probably still feeling terrible, even if nothing's broken. That's not exactly a guarantee, either. Without looking up, Red'll point vaguely in the direction of his own backpack, where he's got medicine and other supplies in spades. If Green looks around at their surroundings a bit more, he'll see the bottle of Fresh Water, lying on the ground and spilled. Hope it doesn't get your clothes wet.]

[ His gaze follows the pointing as best that he can, the bag easy to see, and that leads to a bottled tipped over, though he doesn't care for the waste beyond a wince at realising what the wet feeling that he's now noticing.

Just another reason why this day sucks -- but better than blood.

Green's attention doesn't stop at that, grinning and bearing the pain as he turns his head, the arm outstretched before pulled in and rested against his body to help raise him off the ground some. He had his own bag somewhere, but beyond that and Jolteon resting beside him are his other pokémon and the pokéballs, scattered.

Great.

He gives himself a moment, before carefully picking himself with the help of the one arm. It's slow, but not because he has a choice, small grunts accompanying him until he gets himself seated on just his backside than his entire body, and then finally he can exhale a large breath. Ugh; he's going to be feeling this for days, isn't he. ]

You hurt? [ Green doesn't look Red's way but it's said to him, Green's head hung as he tries allowing his body to relax. ]

[In response to the question, Red merely shakes his head—Green can't see it from where he's looking, but it's too much effort to speak, and Red's already frazzled. Clambering slowly to his feet, Red nods to Pikachu once. The electric-type flicks an ear at him, looking concerned, but when Red only continues to stare, Pikachu gives a buzzing sound of acquiescence and sets off. Scampering on quiet feet across the cave floor, it'll round up a few of Green's pokéballs that it located before and then nose them back over toward him and Jolteon.

While Pikachu's occupied with that, Red approaches his backpack and pulls it toward him to dig for another Fresh Water. He's quick to move so he's at a bit of a distance from Green, at least out of arm's length.]

[ Oh, the rodent likes to be helpful - except no, it just likes being a cute little thing for Red. Green sets the balls on his lap, checking them out individually, thumbing over the centre lock to see if they were damaged. Two were, crap.

But he bites his lip, settling them down and glancing back over at Red when he sees him moving out of the corner of his eye. It's not the tie to think about it, but the thought comes anyway: how distant he's being, how timid and -- scared. Scared as he looks through his own bag. What was that about?

Sure, Red wasn't the most lively of people, and that was always a pain growing up with the guy, but even now?

Green picks back up the one undamaged ball in his hand, and lets out the pokémon from inside, coming together in the usual glow of light. ]

Machamp. [ The mystery of Red will have to wait. ] Get my bag, over there -- check the others too. Actually, stay with them, I'll tell you what to do. Alright?

[ The pokémon hesitates a second but obeys, turning to the ground where his comrades lay and looking to each one, but following the first command of obtaining the bag. ]

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