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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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[ Turing peeked out from under the blankets at the sound of all the rustling and crunching. He had gotten in somehow, but couldn't get out? That was...odd. Had someone else brought him here? How mysterious.

Also, pour one out for their poor door frame. It never had a chance. Better the dastardly counterfeit door than anything more notable, though!

Okay, plan B: secure an escape, but also help send Tyranitar on his way! From a distance. They descended to the floor with a blanket still over their head, but there were two major issues in Turing's way. First of all, they had to avoid being seen. Secondly, they also had to avoid being heard as they climbed up to the desk to reach the window, but the chances of actually succeeding at that were...not in their favour. ]

[For a few seconds, Tyranitar is making enough of a scraping racket in the doorway that he doesn't hear or notice the small, blanketed shape inching out of the bed and across the room. Things are looking a little dodgy with the plaster falling from around the cheaply-installed doorframe, his spikes scraping and jabbing into them repeatedly as he tries to force his stubby arms through. Come on...! Just a little more!!]

[It's as Turing attempts their daring escape towards the window that there's a rattle- newly placed on their desk was a small red and white ball that certainly wasn't there before they slept, and it teeters and starts to roll towards the edge of the desk, only to drop to the floor with a loud, bouncing clatter!!]

[Tyranitar makes a startled sound and tries to whip around to look, but now, he's wedged himself well into the doorframe. Oh, what a struggle- and a terrible, even more concerning creak and crash as he now tries to wedge himself back out, resulting in a great CRACK.] TYRAAAAAAN!

[...Well, the doorframe is now stuck on Tyranitar's spikes, but at least he can turn around to wildly look about the room for the source of that sound, only to notice his Pokéball rolling, wobbling on the floor. Who did that!?] Trrrrr....

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[ They thought they could handle it if it was just the door being damaged. They really did, but hearing that heartrending crack immediately told them that they were not okay. The apartment was the only memento they had of Alys', and to see it changed and damaged as it had been was getting to be too much. It was like Hayden's apartment being vandalized all over again.

Change of plans: they weren't going to escape! They were going to get Tyranitar to leave, even if it meant they had to sacrifice the rest of the door to keep the rest of the apartment safe. They were resolute in the decision, but they still began to tremble slightly from under their blanket. Was that from frustration, or fear? Even Turing couldn't tell. Being in danger was one thing, but being alone and in danger was another.

What could they do to make their plan a success? With Dekker they had a way of striking back. If they tried to shoo Tyranitar away, getting flat out torn apart seemed like it would be more likely. Unless...they could lure him away. Turing scrambled over to the Pokéball and moved to throw it as hard as they could through the now larger opening where the door frame had been. If this didn't work, they were definitely in trouble. ]

[Tyranitar is trying to stoop over to poke at his ball- not very easily mind you; with that door frame still stuck to his form, any kind of movement had him knocking into things, getting stuck on the edge of tables, and etc. And as he struggles to stoop over for it, he's beat out by Turing dashing out from under his blankets and snatching it up- leading to the huge, dinosaur-like monster stumbling back with a roar of surprise, crashing into even more of the room before flopping back onto his butt and tail.]

TYRAAAA! [He certainly isn't happy, that's for sure. Now aware of Turing, Tyranitar struggles back up onto his feet, unbalanced by the frame stuck over him. His Pokéball is important, mind you- but who is this little being scurrying around the room!?]

[Tyranitar turns to face Turing and loom over them, bellowing another angry roar, as if yelling at him. You're not a Pokémon or a human! Where is Blue!? Did you steal him from his trainer!?]

[ Ohhhhhhhhh no, this was bad. This was very bad. The additional damage was bad enough already, but the roar also startled Turing, and the Pokéball dropped to the floor. However, instead of fear or a fight of flight response, something else came out instead. ]

Stop it! Stop destroying Alys' apartment!! If you want this so badly, you can have it and leave!

[ Without thinking about what it might do, they picked up the Pokéball and threw it right at Tyranitar that time. While they didn't throw it anywhere near as hard as they could, it was certainly more than a gentle lob. ]

T-Tyran!

[Tyranitar clearly didn't expect to be shouted at by the little robot, and startles back slightly- just enough that he's wide open when Turing throws the Pokéball back at him. It bounces off his rocky hide with a 'plink' and activates, recalling him back into it with a flash of energy and dropping back to the floor with a couple bounces, and proceeding to violently rock.]

[Bloop.]

[Bloop....]

[CRACK!]

[Shoot! It was so close, too!] TRRRRRR...AAAARRRR!! [Apparently he isn't very happy about that, though; that might be his Pokéball, but this menacing Dark type's not one to be obedient towards anyone but his trainer. Turing might be in a bit of a pickle as with another loud thudding, Tyranitar stomps his feet and charges, swinging his tail towards the little ROM in a tantrum.]

[At this point, maybe someone nearby will hear the ruckus...]

[ Turing didn't go anywhere near the Pokéball while it was rocking about. That wasn't exactly their intention, and despite everything there was a pang of guilt. They wanted Tyranitar to leave, not to be...captured.

Then Tyranitar popped out of the ball. Oh boy.

Turing hit the deck in response to the swinging tail and hoped that not only would they not get trampled, but that the tail would sail over their head instead of anywhere more fragile! ]

[Oh boy, indeed. Luckily, Turing's reflexes are excellent (and, well, Tyranitar's not exactly the agile sort), so the tail goes soaring over their head and whiffs- only to crash with a dull thud into their bed. The mattress takes most of the impact, but the bedframe is still knocked a few inches to the side with a clatter.]

[With Tyranitar's temper ignited, the armored Pokémon smashes the doorframe stuck over his spikes with a struggling flex of his spikes, finally freeing himself with arms outstretched.]

[Ahhh, after a thousand years I'm freeeeee!]

[Glancing around for the Pokéball that had gone flying when he escaped, Tyranitar rumbles and squeezes himself through the door again- now frameless- burrowing a slightly bigger hole in the wall in the process, and now tramping heavily out to the hall with another irritated roar. What'll happen if such a bad-tempered fellow runs into one of the other residents...!?]

[ needless to say, a rampaging Tyranitar is bound to cause a bit of noise. the sound of crashing in the vicinity of Turing's room isn't something that Raihan is stranger to, but with the amount of time he's spent training in the Wild Area, he'd know the sound of an angry wild Pokémon anywhere.

he'd been out for a walk with Duraludon when he heard the first noises outside of the apartment complex, but the noises of struggling in the hallway have them agreeing that they should head closer quickly, but with caution. when they turn the corner, Raihan's eyes widen. ]

What the... How'd a Tyranitar get in here?

[ Duraludon, on the other hand, lets out a low, threatening growl. their species are natural enemies, after all. ]

[ With Tyranitar now out of the room, Turing was now able to fully take in all of the damage. Needless to say, that knowledge sinking in did not do wonders for their emotional state. Why had their apartment been broken into not once, but twice? Why did this keep happening? This apartment was a more familiar place than most at the very least, and that sense of safety was starting to be whittled away as if it was something the void thought they weren't worthy of having.

Turing plodded over to the blanket they had discarded and huddled under the desk. They just needed a minute to collect themselves before going out again. ]

[Mercifully, Turing has a few moments of peace now as the dust settles in their apartment, because as Tyranitar trundles out of the apartment and glances around the hallway to get his bearings, he spots Raihan and Duraludon entering and stopping in his tracks.]

[The bad-tempered Dark-type almost decides to pay them no mind... That is, until he locks eyes with Duraludon, and catches the Steel-type's nasty growl. Tyranitar returns with one of his own, chin held high to dominantly tower taller than both Pokémon and trainer.]

[(But only by a little.)]

Hmph. Got a problem, puny dragon? [Tyranitar pays only half a mind to dragon and dragon-boy, still glancing around for his Pokéball- he has to retrieve it, and find his way back to Blue...! Could it be that this trainer was related to whoever Pokénapped him??]

[Little does Tyranitar realize- the ball remains tossed into a corner of Turing's apartment, settling along with the dust.]

[ though Raihan is about as tall as the Dark-type (give or take a few inches), he knows better than to cross a rampaging Tyranitar without being extremely careful. that goes tenfold when Duraludon is out with him - the two species are natural enemies in Galar, and the way the steel dragon growls threateningly only proves that. ]

Those are big words for a trespasser on my territory. Stand down.

[ a far cry from his usual calmness, Duraludon looks posed to fight. clearly this trespasser has already caused enough damage, and must be dealt with. though he can't decipher his partner's words exactly, Raihan knows him well enough to at least be able to understand the situation. ]

Easy, mate... we're not here to pick a fight.

[ slowly, he reaches into his hoodie pocket to take out an Ultra Ball that he had drawn from the Shibumenosaki gachapon. if this Tyranitar is wild, he might be able to placate it with some distraction... ]

Hoh?

[A gleam shines in the corner of his eye as Tyranitar turns to face them again, piqued by the challenge. He's wary of the human.... but the Pokémon was another matter. Tyranitar was never one to turn down a challenge.]

I don't care whose territory this is, but think you can beat me?

[Stomping his rock-solid legs one after the other like a sumo wrestler taking position, Tyranitar thuds his heavy tail against the floor and causes a rumbling shake through the hallway; thank Arceus they were still on the ground floor, because who knows if the upstairs hallways could handle the stomping tantrum of a Tyranitar.]

[He raises his arms out from his body, mirroring Duraludon's stance before starting a slow, thudding charge towards them.] Bring it on!

[ hooooo boy. there go Duraludon's territorial instincts... while Raihan could recall him to avoid a fight, that probably wouldn't be the safest thing to do in the long run. a raging Tyranitar is bad news whether it can use its attacks or not, and Duraludon is likely the best equipped to at least keep it at bay. ]

I know I can. And when I do, you'll leave this place!

[ and there he goes, clanging his arms together in a threat display before charging to meet the other Pokemon in a wrestling grapple. knowing better than to get between them, Raihan presses himself against the wall and quickly moves to get behind the Tyranitar. he's about to take out his prepared Ultra Ball when he looks to the room that the Dark-type clearly rampaged out of...

shit. this is Turing's room.

leaving the Pokémon to duke it out, he slips into the room and immediately darts his eyes around to see if he can spot the ROM anywhere in the room. ]

Turing? It's Raihan - are you in here?

[ Turing winced at every shake and thump outside. They didn't know exactly what was going on out there, but that noise probably meant it wasn't quite safe to go wandering about. Granted, it wasn't Then the footsteps came. That was definitely a person, and logically they knew that, but that didn't change the fact that their first reaction was to shrink further into their blanket until their visitor went away.

They weren't sure anyone would understand their grief over a roughed up apartment, of all things.

There was a very important "but" there, however. Raihan had already done so much to help them, so the very least they could do was crawl out of their hiding spot from under the desk and greet him. It wouldn't do if they made him worry. ]

Yes... I'm down here.

[ Raihan definitely wouldn't consider it safe for most people, including himself! but he's used to seeing territory fights like this, and at least has an idea of how to get to safety when they break out. as the sound of blunt contact echoes through the halls, he sighs a little and crouches down to meet him with a small, somewhat apologetic smile. ]

So, how did you manage to get a Tyranitar rampaging around your flat?

I... I don't know. I woke up and the Tyranitar was just standing there in my room.

[ Turing glanced at the doorway before deciding to direct their gaze at the shrapnel on the ground. ]

If this incident was someone's way of playing a prank on me, it is a very cruel joke!

[ he can't help but feel bad for the AI - he knows this isn't the first time they've been pushed into a corner of their room against their will, and it similarly isn't the first time that Raihan has had to intervene. if he can, he at least wants to ease their worries a little. ]

Sounds like how I woke up to a motorbike being half shoved out my window... 'cept I'd argue that your situation's a little more dangerous. [ he winces a little at the blunt sound of contact between Duraludon and Tyranitar, but he can tell that his partner is holding his opponent off just fine. ] We'll have to see... if it's wild, that's gonna be more of a problem than anything else. But you did the right thing by hiding, so stay put.

[ he stands back up to full height, taking out the Ultra Ball he'd readied from his pocket with a smile and an interested look in his eye. ] I've always wanted to train a Tyranitar, so this might actually work out for me!

[ A motorbike?! That got Turing's attention real quick. The fact that they weren't the only one who had been put into an odd predicament was reassuring, but that reassurance was definitely coming at a price. Even more so at the sound of more fighting in the hallway, which made them jump. With all of those things in mind, including the possible dangers...they still frowned at the prospect of staying put. ]

Okay...

[ They were about to let Raihan go, but something very important was worth saying first. ]

W-wait! There was a ball like that one when I woke up as well. I don't know where it landed, as I, um...kind of threw it at Tyranitar and it went flying.

[ he feels a little bad that he can't reassure Turing more, but having them hide really was the safest course of action - a rampaging Tyranitar is dangerous for even the most experienced of Trainers, and he'll have to tread carefully to make sure both he and Duraludon keep control of the situation.

he's about to head back into the fray when Turing speaks up, and his brow furrows in momentary confusion. if there was already a Poké Ball somewhere around here, it could mean that this isn't a wild Pokémon after all. ]

Mm... that might complicate things. But it just means we need to adjust our angle! [ he winks at Turing. ] You just saved me from looking uncool. Thanks!

[ now, to find that ball... if it does belong to the Tyranitar, he can return it and (hopefully) put an end to its tantrum. ]

Trraaaarrrrrr!

[A timely yell from the hallway punctuates the need for Raihan and Turing to find some way to put a stop to this; there's a heavy crashing as the Pokémon, locked in combat, grapple into one of the walls on the other side of Turing's apartment.]

[As the dust settles from yet another round, Tyranitar shakes himself off and stares Duraludon down once again, swinging his tail behind him.] Feh... You're pretty good! [He raises his tiny dinosaur arms again, as if in preparation to make another charge. He's starting to get a little tired out... He'd just arrived in this place, and he hasn't even eaten, but far be it for the Dark type to worry about that when faced with a matter of pride!] But how long can you keep it up? Let's go!

[Unaware of the shonen battle occurring down the hall, Blue is just entering the apartments from a shift at the bar; some weird little Seedot-like Pokémon had attached itself to him since he'd woken up from his nap, and he was still trying to figure out what he should do with it when he hears the crash anew from down the hall, and jumps.]

Yikes! What the-- [Dashing down the hallway (with nutboy in tow), the kaiju battle is not what he expects to see when he rounds the corner, coughing at the dust raised up by their battle and waving it away with a gasp of shock.] T-Tyranitar!?

[ Even if Raihan couldn't reassure Turing more, the fact that they were able to help him in that small way at least brought a smile to their face. It was certainly better than nothing! Turing was just about to lend a hand with with Raihan's search when that noise came from outside. That was more damage to the apartments, and they felt that horrible sinking feeling return. Turing gave nervous glances to what was left of the doorway and then back to Raihan, as if they were considering whether they could manage to get into the hallway before being caught.

Sorry Raihan, but an angry Tyranitar was, in fact, not the scariest thing they'd ever come face to face with.

However, before Turing could bolt, they heard Blue's voice. They scrambled back up the chair, up to the window and poked their head out. ]

Wait! It's not safe right now!

[ he makes a mental note to promise to help Turing fix things, but his train of thought and search for the wayward Poké Ball is interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. ]

Blue! Good timing! [ he winces at another crash, this time thanks to Duraludon's tail hitting the wall. ] Is it yours?

[ because it certainly isn't his, and if it doesn't belong to either of them... well, that's an entirely new problem. at the very least, two Trainers should be able to subdue it. ]

Haaah? Turing?? And dragon boy, too!? What's going on, here!?

[Blue is covering his nose and mouth with an arm to keep from breathing in the dust as he comes running down the hall; an awfully reckless move to come charging between two huge, angered Pokémon, but with the way Tyranitar freezes up at the sound of Blue's voice, it probably at least answers the question on everyone's mind.]

TRRAAAAARRRRR!!! [The Pokémon bellows, and stampedes straight towards Blue. Well, hopefully that's the reason, anyway.... because as soon as Tyranitar gets to him, he scoops the trainer up into a crushing hug, making a sound suspiciously like uproarious blubbering.]

--Ow, ow, Tyranitar, I can't breathe...!

[ What. Turing was staring in total befuddlement. That really sounded like...crying?

Aw, geez. Even after all the chaos that happened in and out of their apartment, it was very hard to keep up that antipathy after seeing that reunion. Would they ever get to reunite with someone from their world too? ]

Was Tyranitar upset because he was frightened and didn't know where you were...?

[ That question was more them musing out loud than actually asking, but it was still a valid question. ]

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