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Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 2, 2014 1:07:37 GMT -5
Since she still terribly sucked in the ‘battle’ department (hell she could already guess she was the sole member of Steinhart that had next to no actual battle experience) she decided to take a quick side trip to the Kanto region after staying a while in her homeland; and watch the first official tourney and learn what the hell it was all about. She wasn’t surprised to see that there were people who were actually participating in stuff like this; and she’d just caught sight of one of the matches that had ended… and did a quick backtrack, “Hey he looks familiar…” she said to herself, quickly picking up her phone and then scrolling through the contacts. Wondering if she’d gotten the right umber, she then sent a particular text message, hoping that they could have a quick chat.
She was dressed quite comfortably for the early spring weather—a black-and-red windbreaker over a loose shirt, her usual pair of cargo pants, and her ever-trusted hiking boots. Said windbreaker was also her ‘storage’ for her team’s PokeBalls (as she preferred to hide them in her jacket as opposed to how everyone else did it with the cheesy clip-on belts and everything) so that it wasn’t too obvious that she was a Trainer, the way she carried herself. She was also here, scouting for potential information—but that was just a sub-priority; the main issue here was that she desperately wanted to learn how to fight without looking like a complete idiot in the first place.
Said battle she’d witnessed? Zerne’s single-handed sweeping using just a Charizard with alternate coloration against another girl who’d tried to make a dent in its defenses, but ultimately lost. She could only guess how the girl was feeling right now—devastated. In any case, she then stood off to one side, watching the milling crowd; even hearing shouts of bets being placed around the very busy area.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 2, 2014 19:29:23 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 253 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
Over the years, Zernebog had met a lot of people in his travels. Most of them weren’t friends- merely acquaintances. His single-minded pursuits and the blood and sin he had bathed in to achieve them ensured that. It was the price he paid for finding someone that he should have never bothered looking for.
However, there were a few that he could consider friendly acquaintances. Even fewer, true friends. The person who just texted him fell into the former, mostly because they’ve only ever met once.
”I wonder why Izumi asked me here….” Zernebog muttered to himself as he navigated through the crowd with expert precision, almost like a ghost.
For that matter, what was she doing here in Kanto? Was there another swarm or something or did she come to watch the League Tournament? She clearly wasn’t participating since he didn’t see her name on the list. A list that contained only four names he recognized, one of which was already eliminated.
Pity. He’d been wanting a rematch with Gwyneth for ages.
But he supposed that didn’t matter now. It was a thought for another time, when he had finished this tournament. Right now, he had an appointment to meet.
An appointment that he was early for, apparently, because when he finally arrived at the café the girl wasn’t there.
”Where is she…?” He wondered as he took a seat, ignoring the eyes of the others around him who recognized him from his battle. ”She better not be late.”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 2, 2014 23:52:07 GMT -5
The crowd around her grew even noisier, bustling—not to mention rowdy; it was like they’d seen a superstar of some sort. Wondering if it was one of the eight people that had been in battle (or was about to battle) she then looked around and saw that some of the audience was clamoring, headed in a certain direction. Ah shit, I forgot to text him where to meet! Whatever, I’ll just go find him, she thought to herself as she followed the sounds made by the extremely rowdy crowd. She then chanced upon a café; where people were looking pointedly at a certain individual—and they had all due reason to do such, because that face looked very familiar…
“Ah, there you are!” Izumi called out over the hustle and bustle of the crowd, deftly squeezing in between some people who were rushing towards another viewing area—there were matches that were still ongoing, even though there were only eight people that were registered. Are they literally going to go through a battering ram, all these contestants? She thought to herself as she settled herself down in the chair cross from his. “I know that I look different now. Thankfully I’m all well and fine now, no permanent damage. Remember the last time we met? I looked like I’d been through a fight with a herd of Primeape. Not anymore,” she said, her way of explaining why she didn’t look all banged up and such.
Moving on to other matters, she then continued, “I saw your latest match on one of the viewing screens set up around here. How did you even manage to get that all done with only Charizard? And for the matter, is your Charizard a shiny-type? Because I haven’t seen anything like it,” she continued, hoping to steer the conversation towards where she wanted it to go—she’d done some research on the side and she’d only found out recently about the existence of these so-called ‘Battle Coaches’, and was mighty surprised to see that Zerne’s name was on these lists.
How the hell am I going to ask him about it… wait for him to open up? She thought to herself, her face sinking into a thoughtful look.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 3, 2014 6:04:47 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 423 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
Zernebog’s attention whore days were something that he somewhat regretted. Mostly because even he could admit that he was a huge jerk back then who spat in the face of norms. He had no regrets about the Mohawk since it allowed him to express his natural hair color for once, but he couldn’t say the same about his former shirtlessness. Looking back, it seemed like such a silly thing to do, wandering around with his chest exposed.
As much as he regretted those days –which wasn’t admittedly much- there were some skills that he had developed due to it. One of the main ones was knowing when he was being watched by people. It was this strange tingle that sometimes burned when they stared too long. It used to make him preen –and it still did, to be honest- but now with his past it him wary even though the particular reason for this bout of staring was because of the very one-sided beating he had dealt to his opponent during his match earlier.
He was getting bored with all of the blatant staring though. He didn’t even know if this was the right place. He just made a wild guess and sat at a café to wait. Was this some sort of prank or was she serious?
“Ah, there you are!”
Speaking of the devil –though she didn’t seem like one- she was here. Zernbeog could only look on in amusement as she literally fought her way through the throng of people milling around. Well, it looked like her. Hard to tell when the last time he’d seen her she looked like she went into a warzone blind.
Once she was at the table, he wasn’t given a chance to talk as she immediately started babbling, first about her lack of injuries and then about his match. Motormouth much?
”Are you done?” Zernebog deadpanned once she stopped talking, raising an eyebrow at her even though he was wearing a bandana. ”Losing the bandages must’ve upped your lung capacity, Izumi.” He had an amused smirk on his face to show that he was just teasing.
He cleared his throat. ”Anyway… in order, first I’m glad to see that you’re better now. You look better without all of the white, black, and blue. Second, training and synergy. Third, yes he is. Been like that since he was a hatchling.”
Then he looked at her, his smirk getting even wider. ”Any other questions or do I get to ask this time?”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 3, 2014 23:30:30 GMT -5
“Hey,” she began after she was done talking; though there was a teasing grin—or was it a smirk—on his face, she knew that he was only joking—“I just needed to get that off my chest you know,” she ended; before listening to the answers of her multiple questions given in order. Now that he’d beaten her to the chase, she then looked at him with a very serious, determined gaze, and then said it all in one go, “I did research. You’re listed as a Battle Coach. And I want to learn how to battle. Are you accepting students, or is now a bad time to ask about it…?” she trailed off, hoping that even with the tournament, she could hang around and watch him in action.
Besides, the other names on the list are unknown to me; and even if one of them is a Gym Leader, she may be very busy running her own Gym and all, don’t want to bother her too much… she thought as she waited for his answer. “I’m dead serious about that question. I feel that even if I can hold my own against wild ‘mons, against another human being—it’s a completely different story entirely,” she added, not wanting to admit that she was deathly terrified of humiliation and losing. True, she’d already had lessons from ‘Claire’—but that was for the art of Double Battles, something she was getting quite good at—in the wild.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 4, 2014 19:32:52 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 321 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
Of all the questions that Izumi could have asked, that one didn’t even cross Zernebog’s mind. In fact, he had almost forgotten about that. In fact, he had only accepted the role in the first place because the League promised to clear the charges against him (that they knew about) in exchange for his services as a Battle Coach and he thought that few people would come to him for coaching due to how hard it was to keep track of him and how shifty and rough he looked, especially when compared to the other two.
Zernebog’s amused smirk dimmed. Izumi just shot that theory down.
After taking a few moments to note down the fact that he needed to track down whoever it was who leaked his name as a Battle Coach before he was a hundred percent ready to take on students of any kind, he chuckled. ”I can understand wanting to learn how to battle other people. Strategy isn’t in a normal wild pokemon’s arsenal after all. And it’s more fun.”
Gloved fingers rapped on the table. ”As flattered as I am to hear that you want to be my student and all… why me? Why now?” His gaze became sharp. ”Everything always has a reason, and if I were to have any students I’d like them to be upfront about it.”
It sounded hypocritical to his own ears considering the amount of skeletons he kept in his closet as well as his own tendencies to keep his problems to himself until he had no other choice but to get help, but he knew that those practices weren’t healthy. They were ones he’d rather not see in his own students if he ever got them. Too much of a headache to deal with when a hidden truth makes it out of the closet and into the light of day when you don’t want it to.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 6, 2014 21:30:46 GMT -5
“Why you?” she began, giving him a thoughtful look—before retorting with the best answer she could manage, “It’s simple really. Out of the list of names that were made available on the League’s Website, yours was the only one I recognized. Even if I were to ask the other people on that list, I don’t know them—but I know you.” She ended with this pensive look on her face. She then continued, “The only other name I recognized was that of a Gym Leader’s, but I’m pretty sure that individual is busy, running their Gym and all that, so I wouldn’t want to bother them about it—plus they’re all the way out in Orre, which is a bit…backwards if you ask me,” she added, before looking around once more just in case someone was listening in on them.
As for his other question, she then thought things over, before adding a reply to that, “Why now? Well, I don’t just want to be someone who wanders around and catches ‘mons for a part-time job; I want to take on the Gym Challenge wherever I end up. Let me tell you now, my first attempt in Unova didn’t end all that well, so I’ve always drawn from that as a source of inspiration so that I won’t mess up in the future,” she continued, before looking down towards the table. Would her request be granted or denied? Who knew? She then sat there, waiting in silence for an answer, any answer that Zerne would give…
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 7, 2014 18:01:05 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 328 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
Zernebog remained as silent and as still as a statue, staring at Izumi with a scrutinizing gaze made all the more intense by his naturally sharp gold eyes. As he listened to her inspired little speech with an attentive ear, his fingers idly drummed the table in sets of fives and twos.
Once she was done, he stayed quiet for a few moments more as he let everything sink in. If he were to be entirely honest, the reasons she offered sounded more than a tad superficial for his tastes, though he’d heard much worse in his travels. He was still busy with his digs and with his search for any clues on that blasted red alien from the Sevii Islands, so he was tempted to reject her offer on the spot.
But… the League had been on his case lately, saying that he needed to take on a student soon if he wanted to keep the benefits he had been reaping from his link to them. Left unsaid, but most definitely implied, was what they might bring to light if he did renege on the deal in its entirely like he was tempted to do from the start.
His fingers slowed down by half a beat. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to take on a student now that he had a somewhat set schedule? The girl did seem sincere about it and it would be a service enough to have her not be in traction or looking like she tried to muscle into a Fight Club and failed, right?
After an entire minute of deliberation, his fingers all tapped the table at once and then stopped. He cleared his throat. ”…Alright. But we’ll do this on a by-trial basis first.”
Zernebog smirked. ”First I’ve gotta see for myself if you have the right mindset for my type of training, because even I know that it’s not for everyone. Think you’re up for the challenge?”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 8, 2014 0:18:20 GMT -5
She could only observe his reaction after her little ‘speech’; what was going through his mind? Hell I can’t read thoughts, but if I did that would be very uncomfortable… she thought to herself as she watched his drumming pick up speed, before slowing down—and then coming to a full stop altogether. what was on his mind? It didn’t help that Zerne had a default ‘poker face’, which made reading his thoughts all the harder—at least she tried to. By… by trial? Hoo boy. Oh, whatever, I’ve gone through this with ‘Claire’… I mean, Nora… so let’s see what you can dish out. She thought to herself once more, the pensive look suddenly snapping up and becoming unnaturally attentive. She could tell that this was going to be the only chance she would ever get—if she failed, well, that’s the end of the road for her at that point.
“Whatever you have in mind, bring it on… how am I going to learn if I don’t learn from someone who’s going to take it easy on me?” was her answer. Little did she know that she was actually digging her own grave when she said those words, but whatever, she was here to learn, and that in itself was serious business. Bring it. Come hell, high water, the end of the world, or even Bunji suddenly rising from the dead, I’ll take that challenge. Would that also mean I’d have to participate in this ‘training’ he has in mind, though… was traveling through her mind as she waited for his answer to her declaration.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 9, 2014 1:05:26 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 215 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
Hook, line, and sinker. The girl will never know what hit her.
Zernebog smirked and tapped a finger on the table once. ”Is that so, Izumi~?”
His eyes then glanced over to the right, seemingly looking at something that only he could see. In truth, he was trying to think of something for the girl to do as her trial exam. As he caught the poster of a Tyranitar, a bolt of inspiration flashed through his mind. If he spun this just right, then he might get something out of this aside from a tag-along.
”Well then, I already have your first test in mind. It’s something you’re going to have to do after the tournament since it would be such a waste if you had to drop your hard-earned seat just for a little quest.” He then paused and corrected himself. ”Actually, make that second. Your real first task is to take notes on all of the people in the tournament. I don’t expect much for your first assignment, but do try your best all the same.”
He leaned on his chair’s flimsy wooden backrest. ”Think you can do it? Your next trial will come later.” He tapped his fingers on the table again as he waited for her answer.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 9, 2014 2:26:50 GMT -5
Yes, it is most definitely so, she thought to herself, looking at his bemused face. What kind of torture was he brewing up for her? She watched him, hoping that some sort of action would give it away; but sadly there were no clues given. She was about to sigh, when he began talking about something that she needed to do—two things in fact; the first one was quite simple. “Just take notes of everyone competing in the tournament? Good practice for me,” she said, quickly reaching into her jeans’ back pocket and taking out a battered, but still very serviceable, notepad.
“So detailed notes on everyone, including yourself? I can definitely handle that,” she said with a grin, quickly fishing out a pen as well if in case he was going to send her off to watch the next few matches and start on her little ‘assignment’. There was something else that was bothering her though—what was his next trial going to be like? She could only stare at him pensively; trying to figure out what was going through that brain of his, but coming up with nothing. “So when should I present my notes to you?” she asked a few moments later, raring to get this assignment done so that they could move on to the next challenge.
I wonder what that second challenge is though. Hope it’s not something crazy like ‘get me this Pokemon’ or something along those lines… she thought to herself, hoping that irony would not slap her in the face once the next ‘task’ was revealed.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Apr 10, 2014 0:11:08 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi }{ words 217 }{ short notes: are you ready for the master? }
And false confidence has been built. His mentors back in Hoenn would be so proud of him if they saw him know, bamboozling his future student like they used to. That is, if they weren’t six feet under. Something he had personally triple-checked to make sure that they were really deader than a doornail. You can’t be too careful with those people.
Zernebog pulled himself out of the direction that his thoughts have drifted to just in time to hear her question. ”Hm….”
He couldn’t say that he wasn’t tempted to say after this round but it was already too late. Besides, he wanted to be able to beat his next two opponents by himself the fair way, even if it sounded too vanilla and overly restrictive for his tastes. He supposed that he did have to make a good first impression on his new student though.
The tricks and misdirection will come later. Much later.
”After the tournament.” He finally replied after a moment. ”That way your notes will hopefully be better and more complete. That’s the theory anyway.”
Then he looked her right in the eyes, smirking and now trying to see if she would flinch. People tended to flinch when they looked right at his eyes. ”Any more questions, Izumi?”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Apr 10, 2014 2:34:45 GMT -5
Once she’d gotten her answer that the notes would be handed to her after the tournament, she nodded, quickly picking up the notepad and pen and then slipping it down her jacket pocket. It takes two to tango… she thought as he asked her one final question—and then he looked her straight in the eye. Now, normally, Izumi here would’ve deferred and looked away—but since she had that ‘glare’ that a certain individual loved so much (whenever he was pissing her off, too bad he’s already dead) she looked at him straight in the eye, unflinching, unyielding as well—to show that she meant business.
“Well, for that I have no more questions. I better get going to the stadium again; the next matches may be coming up and I need to get a good seat to watch,” she said after that moment, standing up and then quite surprisingly, giving him a slight bow, before turning away to blend in with the crowd that was milling around the area. Yep, two can definitely play this. Let’s see how much I’ll learn from you… she thought, quickly taking out her notepad and pen and writing down some preliminary notes about whom she was supposed to observe and what she needed to look out for.
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