heleanor | 【ＲＰ】ＯｐｅｎＰｏｓｔ

[ He hesitates at the sound of Pikachu, but he doesn't try looking - not right away, not in the position he's in. It's probably because of Red anyway. Most definitely, more like. Annoying Red. Was he always like this? Or he was just peeved off about him for some reason and decided being annoying and irritating was just the right way to get him back.

But Green finally looks, once turned around (helped by Machamp), and he tries figuring out what that expression even is, but he can't. The fingers of his hand on Machamp's arm curl. ]

What are you doing? Stand up and let's get out of here. Get up!

[Red actually flinches at the sound of Green's voice, recognizing nothing familiar in the words but accusation, anger. Red's heart skips a beat and his breath hitches, hate rising in his throat like bile. Stop it, he thinks with a sudden rush of dizziness, stop looking at him. Stop. Leave him alone. Get out.

He has to get out of here.

Scooping up Pikachu in one arm without thinking and his bag's strap in the other, Red half-jumps and half staggers to his feet, already trying to move. He stumbles, unsteady and trying to put distance between them before he even balances. He nearly trips and doesn't seem to notice, getting upright with one shaking leg giving way to another until he's walking. He can't stand it. He has to be alone, be somewhere, the other one's shouting still and Red hates him for it because is he stupid doesn't he know he has to shut up and be quiet–]

[ He absolutely does not know.

Though he doesn't say anything more, instead watching Red stumble over his own feet, bemused by the sight. He didn't look hurt, not from what Green had seen, and Red hadn't let on anything about it when he asked.

It's not like he can help anyway. Green tries taking a step for himself with little success, fortunately having Machamp there to catch him again before he can fall over. With that, Machamp decides to take things into its own hands and, with a sound of apology for pain that comes, lifts Green up into its hold, positioning him as comfortably at it can.

Any other time it would be embarrassing, but Green can't argue. He's tired, his head hurts, and getting mad at Red has done little to help any of that. Jolteon trots at Machamp's side as the pokémon begins to walk, following actually in Red's direction -- and unlike Jolteon, who had reacted negatively in conversing with the other trainer, Machamp holds more worry over the boy. Machamp calls out to the boy, attempting to get his attention. ]

[Red hears the pokémon's cry behind him, a warning sound. Instinctively he whips his head around to look at the surrounding area, so quickly that he hears something in his neck snap. He's searching for a place to hide, to regroup, or at least a solid structure he can get his back against in case there's more of them. No such luck.

Running won't work (he's a trainer, he can't run away from a battle–), so without giving the matter further thought Red spins on his heel so he's facing Green and his team head-on. One of Red's hands is already at his belt, body seeming to move of its own accord. His lips draw back in a grimace that bares his teeth, feral like an animal's.

There's no friendliness or recognition in his eyes at all, when he looks at Green.]

[ Machamp stops, brief confusion on his face followed by a low growl (submissive, weak, lacking the tone of warning or hostility) before shaking his head. He doesn't want a fight, and he takes a step back to try and help show this.

Green, on the other hand, looks at the other trainer like he's crazy -- as much as he can, anyway, for a boy half-dazed and with only so much of a head to show with it leaning on his pokémon. ]

What d'you think you're doing...? [ He draws his head away from Machamp, grimacing, but trying to throw a dirty look at Red through it. ] You gonna attack me?

[Red doesn't move, and his expression doesn't change. The only indication he's even aware of Green speaking is his hand gripping the pokéball at his belt trembles, frozen waiting. As if sensing his peril, Pikachu hops down from Red's elbow and stands in front of its trainer protectively, crouched low and buzzing a warning. If Green doesn't make the first move, it'll probably blow over.]

[ Machamp doesn't move, and Green's too taken aback to know what to do about Red. guy please stop being weird??? And that rat better not start attacking them... ]

[After a moment where it becomes clear neither trainer is instigating a battle, Red returns to himself enough to resize what's going on. With a hitched breath, he wordlessly summons Pikachu to his side with a frantic hand movement, and turns tail again, moving toward the exit of the cave as fast as his stumbling legs can carry him.

He doesn't want to deal with this. He did what he came here to do; he doesn't want to face the disbelief and anger in Green's eyes on top of everything else...]

[ Maybe he should care more about which direction Red will end up going next, but beyond getting out of the cave himself with his pokémon, it's only the question of how to get across the water that comes to Green's mind.

-- but they're not the only ones on that side of the land, with the guard of the cave expressing concern and questions for them both when he spots them, reaching soon after for his walkie talkie on the front of his clothing. Look like they might need some help over here. ]

[Red's hardly paying attention to the guard at all, fidgeting and glancing everywhere else while the man speaks in authoritative through he radio. Red's got an air about him as though physically standing still like this is near intolerable. He doesn't pay attention to Green, either; simply holding Pikachu a little too close to his chest looking for all the world like any other lost kid caught trespassing in a place where he doesn't belong. Except he's actually the one of them with clearance, and could probably get them both out of this if he thought to flash the guy the title on his Trainer ID.]

[ The faces of the two most youngest Champions of Kanto are hardly an unknown sight, and it's not about a simple case of trespassing the man is calling up about over his radio but to get some medical attention.

Green huffs, glimpsing Red's way once but then being soured by the sight, and eventually gets Machamp to let him down (with plenty of help), still needing to lean against the pokémon for support.

And once the man is done, he motions over to the boat sitting at the edge, saying that there'll be someone to check them out and they'll get any of their pokémon seen to if they need it. Green doesn't make a fuss, not in any position to, and he lets Machamp guide him wobbling over to the boat.

As for Red? ]

[Red's so spaced out he hardly notices the man beckoning until the last minute—at the sensation of a concerned hand being rested on his shoulder, Red flips out, jumping back like he's been struck and glaring hard. The guard is taken aback, but gestures to the boat, telling Red he thinks he needs to get checked out.

Red's ears burn in shame, and he considers refusing. But he doesn't want this to look any worse than it already does. So, he curls a hand around Blastoise's pokéball at his belt (just in case), and warily steps onto the boat. He sits as far back against the hull as he is physically able, watching Green and the captain, (again) just in case.]

[ After the question of whether the pokémon would be okay out of his pokéball was answered positively, Machamp stays seated at Green's side. The engine roars into life and hums a vibration through the boat once the guard's in seat and ready to take them back to the city.

And unless Red's got anything to say, he gets nothing but a near glance in his direction, one that Green doesn't even move his head for. ]

[Red has nothing to say to his rival. Nothing at all.

Left alone by Green, he'll merely sit with Pikachu in his arms and wear the same expression like he's about to be ill for the entirety of the boat ride. Warily, Red keeps an eye on the other two passengers as they go, resisting the urge to simply pass out no matter how tired he is. Pikachu's focus is on Machamp, but it doesn't growl or bristle its fur again.]

[ Machamp has no hostility as Jolteon did, more calm in appearance and expressing no ill towards Pikachu, to who it looks to at some times.

The boat ride isn't a long one, and there's an adult waiting when the engines die down, box in their hand. The driver gets out first to offer a hand to them, but it's mostly Machamp that ends up helping out Green, and the newer individual ends up inspecting him over first, with the driver expressing questions once more to Red about his condition. ]

[Red stubbornly shakes his head in response to all questions directed his way, insisting he's fine with a wave of his hand. He ducks away from any proffered help getting off the boat and stumbles to shore himself with Pikachu in tow. Once he's on land again, he gives both adults a patient, hollow-eyed stare, waiting mutely as they simply trail off and finally stop asking, seeming at a loss for words.

The adults look to Green, then, as if asking for confirmation that Red's actually all right like he wants them to think. He's obviously uninjured but something about his demeanor is a little unsettling for an eleven-year-old.]

He's alive. [ It might not be all that helpful an answer, but the rough response is the only one he's got for the hassle Red is proving himself to be.

The people explain themselves anyway - they'll take them to a hospital, and they can get their pokémon checked out as well. Just to make sure that everything is fine with the both of them.

They can only hope that Red will listen or even follow, but they can't tell by the way he stands so silently. But they clearly have one injured kid, and who knows the state of their pokémon. ]

[Red listens to the adults' lengthy explanation, or forces himself to listen. He's half-grimacing at the thought of riding anywhere with two strangers and his rival, let alone a hospital filled with unknown people trained to see him in a vulnerable state. It's about as appealing a prospect as pulling teeth, but Red doesn't miss the odd looks the two adults have been giving him—it's no good for Red to act strangely, in a way that people would remember him for even more than they already notice him as Champion.

Red smooths his features to a blank expression and nods once to denote his acquiescence to go along. He wants to make sure Green gets treatment if nothing else, and it's not fair to make his own pokémon Fly him to a Pokémon Center for treatment when they're already fainted. Red still has other business to take care of after this, naturally, but the pokémon on his team come first.

He just has to make himself stay awake the whole time and he'll be fine.]

[ i don't know Red will you fall asleep being in the car for ten minutes ]

[no

but it's really tempting]

[ Stay sharp, dude.

Machamp gets sent back into the ball before Green gets into the ride, helped in by one of the men, the one with the kit too small for the job. The distance to the hospital isn't a long one, but one of the men tell the two of them to stay in the back while they get someone to help them out (for Green anyway).

The other turns to them with an offer - if they'll let him, he can take their pokémon to the pokémon centre next door. Do any of them need urgent assistance? Green finally speaks up- ]

Some of mine - [ he coughs, putting up a fist to his mouth before continuing ] their balls got broke. Can you do anything?

[ He can see if the nurses know anything. And what has Red to say/no do? ]

[Red's got zero intention of being separated from his pokémon. Even if it's for the sake of them (or him) getting medical treatment. Red's not going to let anyone take them away from him. Not after Silph.

In fact, the mere suggestion has Red drawing away from the adult in question, placing a hand protectively over his belt with a vicious glare up at the man as if to dare him to try and steal them. Red's normally a little better about thinking things through rationally and hiding his suspicion of the people around him, but he's had an exhausting ordeal and he's surrounded by people he doesn't trust and his pokémon are hurt. He still has to deal with MEWTWO and its capture after this.

In his mind, they're enemies. These people are all enemies to Red, even Green; and if they aren't, then they don't have anything Red needs enough to risk his pokémon's safety by handing them over like a naive child. Even if they're (even if he's) hurt. He'll wait until his rival's settled safely at the hospital, and then take his own team to the Pokémon Center himself.]

[ It's the first time in a while that Green takes more than a glance Red's way. The guy's been acting weird enough, and there's nothing to say he wouldn't be weird about the offer. It may not be much of an outward reaction Green sees, but it still gets him to scoff nonetheless. Moron.

None of the authorities are going to take the pokémon away from their owners without consent; they're not hurting anyone, and they're more concerned for the safety of the two children by far. The one still present tries to explain this, though attempting not to freak out this boy who already seems on edge - he won't take his pokémon, but if they're hurt, please think about their health too.

The other man comes back with a member of staff, speaking to the other but clear enough for both boys to hear that they'll be able to get them both seen to. ]

[Noticing Green's scoff, Red gives Green a distracted, nearly surprised look for a moment. It quickly passes, and then his expression snaps back to the ugly scowl he had on before.

It's this scowl that shifts toward the men and the hospital employee in the next moment, Red giving them all a firm shake of the head at the mention of wanting to treat him here. Green, yes, to be sure; but by his own account Red's not remotely injured. A few bumps and bruises from the cave, a few more from the battle, a not-consciously-registered bout of mental shock from the (latest) ordeal against MEWTWO. Red's sure he has no need or desire to see a doctor, and honestly, the mere sight of that lone hospital employee in scrubs is already enough to make his skin prickle in discomfort. Though, for the moment, Red can't place exactly why...]

[ Green doesn't figure there's anything physically wrong with Red either (not as much as him, who needs to be helped into the wheelchair), but he never got to take a close look at the guy. He did give him a head shake earlier when he asked, but -

but it wasn't by whatever Green thought that they wanted both the boys to be checked on. The medical staff tries to assure Red despite the look he gives that if there's nothing wrong, it'll be a quick check up and there's nothing to be worried about. ]

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