tabularasa_rp | OPEN - am I blue? you'd be too

Who: Blue Oak and yoooou
Where: Mt. Silver's peak, Heavenly Blanc, and Mortis Lake (maybe Merlaut Apartments later)
When: throughout voidcember!
What: Between Red and Lance vanishing, Ren and Akechi seemingly vanishing, and Mementos, Blue has been having a real Bad Time.
Content Warnings: alcohol abuse, depression

A. Mortis Lake Forest

[When Blue is stressed out, he has a few ways of dealing with it. The healthiest one, thankfully, comes first.]

[Although they may not having all their usual abilities, having his full team of Pokémon back meant that Blue could get back into the swing of a training routine, and that was at least the first step in keeping his mind straight. Mortis Lake was a great place for this- Gyarados chills in the lake waters for a happy soak while Exeggutor sits amongst the other trees next to a meditating Alakazam, watching as Blue directs Arcanine and Pidgeot in Agility training. Eevee is trying to follow along, although even quick as he is, he can't make such powerful single bounds and dashes as the powerful 'windy' Pokémon can.]

Come on, Arcanine! A little quicker! This time, try to make it to that notched tree over there and back before Pidgeot makes it to that treetop and back! [Blue calls, absorbed in his training. He looks... exhausted, almost like he himself has been pushing at this for hours without a break. You'll have to forgive him and his Pokémon if they don't see you directly in the path of their makeshift training arena.]

B. Heavenly Blanc

[Whether it's before the disappearance of his coworker or after, patrons of Heavenly Blanc might find the bar.... less regularly manned than it usually is. At first, maybe one could chalk it up to the strange sleep cycles everyone has found themselves beholden to, but those that catch the bar's usual tender might realize that's not the only reason.]

[Those that knew him well probably knew Blue was a fan of the bottle to begin with, but the way he's slumped over the bar, or in of the booths, or laying spread eagle on the floor probably makes it obvious this isn't just his usual casual, raucous overdrinking. If a patron enters while he's miserably laying about, he'll blink up slowly, squint, and try to roll himself up. Gotta... get back to work...]

Ah, customer... jus' gimme a second...

C. Mt. Silver's Peak

[And when he just can't bring himself to face the outside world anymore, he goes to where's most familiar to him.]

[...It's sort of laughable that it's this place. It hurts, more than it helps; huddled up on the cavern at the peak, Blue looks out over the world of the void that he can see in glimpses between the veils of snow that fall, below the misty cloudcover that swirls this high up. He wonders if Red always looked down over Kanto like this, wanting to return, but unable to bear it. That was probably how it felt, right? ...Who can know what that guy was ever feeling, or thinking...]

[Blue tucks his face into his knees and sniffles, hard and gross, shivering against the warmth of his Arcanine, who whines and nuzzles against him. That idiot.... there was no way of knowing what had happened to him- if he had slipped and fallen down the mountain, if he'd gotten eaten in those terrible corridors full of monsters and mouths- or if he'd simply ...gotten tired of people again, and vanished somewhere. Gotten tired of him again.]

[Well, in the end, as Blue had always supposed back then- he wouldn't blame him.]

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Yeah, sure, dude. They're Pokémon, [Blue waves a hand dismissively. He knew he'd heard some other folks talking about how many of the creatures resembled ones they knew from home, soooo... he was probably somewhat right about it, there--]

[But dismissing him out of hand would probably piss him off, which was way funnier. And Blue wasn't in a generous mood.]

Yeah, I'm sure your little trading cards toy will be the invention of the year, [Blue stares Kaiba in the eye, irritation more at the surface than normal on the edges of his exhaustion.] You done interrupting my training, or what? Sure you don't got your own to get to?

If you prefer to live in ignorance.. [Trailing off before he swiftly amended the statement] Look who I'm talking to, you clearly do. [~~They're not Pokémon~~. Yes, the response did irritate mr. stickler for accuracy, but he wasn't going to continue pressing the issue. He just placed one hand aside his creature in a silent show of gratitude for it's service]

It's like talking to brick wall. [Scoffing more to himself, than to Blue] You're not a visionary like me, that's obvious. You can't see the possibilities for this technology or where it can expand thereafter. So go on, continue to be a useless naysaying waste of resources.

[There was just something about this guy that got under his skin faster than anything] Oh... is that what you were doing? It looked like they were training while you were standing around giving orders. [Still, he was keen to leave. Kaiba had been taking a more active role , in his opinion, with the training of his monsters and himself, and he had some scars to prove it, conveniently covered by his attire.]

[He ....totally does, but that's irrelevant to the point, Kaiba!! At least it gets him riled up, like Blue intended; he smirks slightly to himself and turns a shoulder to the man, like he's dismissing him.]

Yeah, okay, CEO-of-the-year. I reserve words like 'visionary' for people who aren't blind to the fact that they're obsessing over pieces of paper, [He snickers, and sets his hands on his hips....]

[To give Kaiba a good, long stare. He squints.]

....Uh, yeah, guy. What do you think a "trainer" does? It's like coaching a team; the coach doesn't play. [Is there a cardgame equivalent?? He can't think of one, too bad...]

[#nailedit. Though he does react as expected, unwittingly offering up some mild entertainment for the other male. The dismissive gesture just makes him want to walk over there, and jerk the idiot into redirecting that attention where it belongs. He does not however.]

I'm supposed to be the one obsessing but you're the one that keeps bringing up the cards specifically. [Come on Kaiba, you can't really deny that your are in fact fixated on your beloved cards. The cards that were the impetus for encouraging you to survive your ill-treatment and ultimately overcome your oppressor.]

[So by more actively engaging, he was doing it wrong? Oh well, he would come out stronger for it. It's not about who did it first, but who did it best.]

A decent coach is capable of both instruction and some level of competency in the subject thereof, otherwise you might as well be just reading out of a manual.

[Not that he's suggesting that every move could or should be executed by both trainer and monster but this was just running and agility, it wouldn't kill Blue to stop standing there like a pole once and a while and join in]

It encourages respect between creature and instructor.

I mean, you keep bringing that junk up. I can make fun of that hunk of plastic on your arm instead, if you want?

[Blue flicks a finger in the direction of the duel disk. Whatever the Shellder that thing even was... He could see it had slots that looked like it was for cards, but as far as he was concerned, it was a toy.] But, you know, I guess you're right. Respect is really important between Pokémon and trainer, after all.

[He glances at the squat, bird-like creature. What moves would a Pokémon like this know, beyond a simple Tackle? Well, it has a beak....]

...So, you gonna show me your best Peck attack, then? C'mon, I'm waiting.

How about you stop looking for additional ways to tick me off? It's not in your best interest.

[Just saying, that and Kaiba was attempting to draw attention away from his highly prized duel disk. It was much more than the 'hunk of plastic' it had been reduced to here. In fact since it was the model he crafted personally for himself, it was the best of the best. Without it being functional it remained on his arm more out of habit...] I didn't think you could ever admit when I was right about anything. [.. but he mercifully left it at that]

[Upon being gazed at the chocoblurg bobbed once on his muscular legs, fanning it's crest of feathers out some. If looked briefly between Kaiba and Blue, ultimately deciding that if it was to get it's point across as to what it wanted it was going to have to act. Breaking away from Kaiba, it raced across the land in the route the pokemon had taken before, then it raced backwards, coming to a sudden stop and squawking]

What is it.... [doing? We don't have time for this]

I don't know, it's doing me pretty well so far.

[For his amusement, anyway. As for the other remark, Blue simply shrugs- it was one of his grandfather's most important lessons, and one he'd worked hard to learn since he was a kid. Not that he wasn't surprised Kaiba at least understood that much.]

Hey, a broken clock is right twice a day. Anyway, it looks like your Pokémon wants something from you.

[Blue reaches out to give it a pat, cheerfully fawning over it the same way he had the Girafirig-like monster, before.] Hey, pal! You wanna race, or something?

That'll end. Trust me.

[A throw away remark, but one that Kaiba very much intended to enforce later. Despite his words, there might have still been times where he struggled to find the right balance between human and creature. It's not as if he ever cared for a real animal before, he just had his monsters and based his interactions more on that. There wasn't another creature real or fictional that he respected more then his dragons afterall.]

Unless it's digital. [Just saying..] It's not a- [Trailing off as he watched the bird take off. When it returned it was pleased to receive the attention, and it nodded to what was said.]

Well, anyone could have guessed that!

OPEN - am I blue? you'd be too

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