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PhantomUnderYourDesk and @
Spiritmon
(Sorry it took so long to post this. Had a bad case of writer’s block that I needed to work through, and holidays are eventful as always.)
Hime’s approach thankfully undisclosed by their master, Ran took their sudden appearance
very nearby a lot better than otherwise, his eyes only widening slightly as he jumped a bit, before they narrowed and he scooted farther away from them The bristly blacksmith’s hands tightened unconsciously as he warily regarded the stealthy insect , then what seemed to be a strange giant crab, before finally resting on Kogeki, looking less severe but a bit grumpier.
“…..Apology accepted, Kogeki. Just keep them arthropods off me back ‘till I say so, alright? Don’t usually like it when strange Pokemon hanging ‘round me,
especially Disobedient and unfriendly looking ones like Ninjasks or that…..Cocancer of yours, and
double especially if they sneak up on me, intentionally
or not. Got it?”
Brigid, meanwhile, perked up from by his side and looking at the cyborg ninja’s partners with collected calmness soon after they were introduced, neither treating them with disdain or disrespect. Only with caution. She didn’t share her master’s almost instinctual aversion towards ‘unknown’ and/or
rowdy Pokemon or his more
negative opinions about them, but none of that factored into her desire to see him feeling safe and protected as he possibly could be, so she studied and watched. As for her interactions with Octavia, she easily accepted their company, smiling at them briefly at their concern for her master before looking away and continued chilling out as much as a fiery reptile like her can.
Once that exchange with the traditional spook was concluded, Ran turned his attention back to the colorful musician and picks up their conversation where they left off, letting off a tired, commiserating sounding chuckle as he did so.
“Heh heh, well, can’t say I’m
glad that our misery is shared, but you know what they say about that Simipour state of mind. Very least we’re
all suffering together out here and from this Darkrai awful mission
Rowan, so there’s plenty enough sympathy and empathy to go ‘round if ya need it.”
He pauses as they reminded him about the (in his opinion) equally ridiculous and horrible situation they were with their own impassioned rant, his expression becoming….hard and uncomfortable as he recalled exactly
why too they joined on this insane and near unreasonable job.
‘Oh. Right. Almost forgot Kee had his own
substantial kettle of Finneon to fry because of that
Tarous shit supernatural mystery force plaguing the world. Or
worlds, if what
Rowan suggested were true, and not some hack theory of theirs.’
‘*Mental Tsk* ….Durch die Schmiede, den Hammer und den Amboss des großen Schicksals und des großen Vermögens wurde Kee eine verdammt schreckliche Menge geschenkt, aber er schafft es, ein pompöser, fröhlicher Schlauer zu sein. Ein netter und höflicher als die meisten, aber immer noch ein schlauer Kerl. Ich weiß nicht, wie er das schafft, aber ... *Mental Sighs* besser als auf jede andere Weise, das ist verdammt sicher. ‘
Translation: By the great Fate's and Fortune's own forge, hammer, and anvil, Kee's has been handed a god damn awful lot, yet he manages to be a pompous, cheerful smartass. One nicer and more polite than most, but still a smartass. Don't know how he manages that, but...better that than any other way, that's for damn sure.
For a moment, it didn’t seem like the dwarven craftsman was going to answer back to them, he did with a nod. “…..Good answer. Keep that passion and conviction burning hot and steady, for long as ya can Kee. ‘Cause once it starts to damper and cool, it’ll be hard as a Steelix’s chassis to get it back to a roaring Blaze. Much easier to
forge on when the fire’s roaring and ready for ya to
use it. But be careful to use it
well, lest it ruins all your hard work. Or worse,
yourself.”
Thus said, Ran moved onward to their next topic, letting his stand for itself and their consideration. He waved off the now delighted dandy with a gruff ‘Bah!’ as they expressed their eagerness to resume
that discussion, but fulfilled their desires regardless. “Settle down, lad, and get those Starmies out of ya eyes. The most common ways to get on me
bad side aren’t
spectacular as ya think. They’re pretty simple, really, or at least they seem that way to
me, so don’t get your hopes up too high for them now.”
“Ahem…..first off, messing or intruding in me, my partner’s, and my friend’s personal business. I’ll let anyone off
nicely the first time they do it, ‘specially if they didn’t mean to, but the next time I let them
know how I feel about them
meddlesomeness. Secondly, I
don’t like it when Pokemon of
any kind attacks me or any other human, unless we deliberately provoked them otherwise. You should already know that by now, after our tussle with those Alolan Sandshrew. Thirdly, don’t act like a spook around or play any games with me or others I care about. I
hate being snuck up on, and after the stunt my little demon
Diam pulled on Karen, you should
well know how
dimly I take things of
that nature. Forthly, disrespecting and/or calling into dishonor me or my partners.
Anyone that does that will get
hell from me, as neither I nor my Pokemon hadn’t worked
hard and gained experience all these years to be treated lesser than we’re
worth. If ya need any proof of that, ask Lucas about the battle I had with his blue
bitch, if he’s willing to share the details. “
“Fifth and finally – for
now, anyways – is acting like a Confusion addled Simple minded
Bidoofous in almost
any circumstance, but most
importantly when ya responsible or
being held responsible to get your duties
right. That, and encouraging such a
godawful mindset. I
ill tolerate any fools that don’t have a
damn clue on what they’re doing or how to
behave themselves, and with the this recent
reckless and
cocksure generation of youth and most of
my generation and the one behind it coddling them
so damn much and letting their heads be filled with utter
rubbish and unchecked ego, I got no
shortage of people I can hardly stand to
not thrash them with me tongue or pickaxe.”
At this point, he takes a deep breath to calm himself before he continued, as listing of the hows and whys of his reason had more than a
little warmed his blood up (something his fortified cocoa was ‘helping’ with) . That, and he wanted to prepared himself for the
anger he’d be feeling soon as he brought up one particular man…..
“Depending on how
stupid or
irritating someone is to me, any two or three those reasons will get them
permanently on my shit list, or at least damn near so. If ya need or want to
know any of the
fellows that got onto it, I can comfortably tell ya about one individual that’s gotten on it
very recently: *Growls*
Rowan. That man’s own
gottverdammt tomfoolery, shadiness,
disrespect , his utterly
conniving ways, and the way he
hoodwinked us into this
deathwish of a job on has branded him a
snake in my eyes. One that can’t be trusted to not try and Bite ya, Poison ya, or Wrap ya up in his Coils and
squeeze you until you give into his Will or
break. *Growls* If it weren’t for the promise I made to the Pixies, I would have
fucking quit on his grey haired arse and blown the whistle on this whole mess to people and Trainers
qualified to handle it once I was safely out of his reach so it could have been
dealt with right in the first place, mass panic and dissent again the League
be damned. Hellfire and brimstone, they
needed such fire lit under them to get this
resolved, in any other way than
the fate we’re all consigned to now.”
Randolph’s growl deepens, and he clenches his hands so hard around his mug of cocoa it began to audibly
creeeeek.
“….If I survive this
job, much less be able to
live the way I want to afterwards unscarred, I’ll make it a
mission of mine to see his name to be tarred, blacked, and
dragged through the mud by whatever means and measures I can afford and
can make so. Won’t be easy, given how
popular he is, or the
history he has with Sinnoh and the League. Might be a hopeless task to rally any sort of support against him, and might even get me targeted or
canned by those in his camp.
But I will never stop trying until I hit paydirt. I promise that to Heatran, and on my hearth, forge, hammer, anvil, and
my entire damn smithy.”
Oh my.
The bristly blacksmith huffed raggedly in
simmering indignation for a few breaths, before with a heavy *
Siiiigh* he released it all, loosing his grip on his mug as he took a sip of it’s delicious brew and smacked his lips.
“…..That’s how ya get on my shit list. *Looks over to Kee* Satisfied?”
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Spoiler
Phantom is my OTP~ 
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