serperiority | [S1 Trip and younger Gold, closed to gold

The warm colours of autumnal leaves and the crisp, cool air of the changing season was similar, but not the same as it was in Unova, but even if it was, without him here, it simply wasn’t going be the same. The festival, too, for all the nostalgia it invoked in him, if it wasn’t going to lead him any closer to Alder or defeating him, it wasn’t something he should concern himself with now. He needed to train.
Things like eating sweets or enjoying the sights and sounds of a festival was for children and had no place on an adult’s world, Trip decided, and walked on.

… even with these thoughts, he still paused, briefly, here and there, to take photographs. The beauty of this season was ephemeral and while he no longer had any place here, he couldn’t ignore it or the way it made him feel, even as pursuing his goal overtook anything else…

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On the verge of falling asleep and still stumbling along, Gold's foot catches onto something in the uneven floor and he stumbles, falling, only catching himself on his hands on instinct. The slam of pain on his palms wakes him up, and he blinks at the floor, uncomprehending. Then he remembers, and looks up to find Trip, but... he's gone. There's nobody around.

Oh. Right.

Gold knew Trip was going to abandon him, so he's not surprised. He blinks rapidly, stopping himself from tearing up, because he's not sad! What's the point of being sad about things that were always going to happen! He's just mad that he left his food in Trip's backbag, like an idiot. And he's mad that his hands are hurting. That's all. Gold wipes his eyes, trying to dry the tears of anger that just won't stop. This isn't the time to sit around and cry, he needs to figure out where to get food and shelter!

He hears a scratching sound and turns, heart pounding in his throat. Not a wild Pokemon!

But what he sees is just a small creature, its upper body sticking out from a mushroom. The Paraspor drags itself a little closer with its claws, mushroom coming with it, and looks curiously at Gold, chittering.

Gold stares at it. Huh. Well. That's a potential source of food.

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He lost Gold! He lost the boy that was relying on him, he left him alone, without any food… what a failure of a caretaker he turned out to be!

He should never have taken him in, maybe Gold would be better off stealing, back at the festival, where he found him… what was he thinking?! If it were so easy to help people, more people would do it…

What was he even thinking?

He was too selfish to notice. He’s too self-absorbed, he never should have been trusted with anyone else.

Gold could be hurt. He could have fallen and gotten hurt, he could’ve been caught by something too quickly to make a sound.

Did he have any right to go look for him now? … yes, maybe he could still save him or at least let him know he hadn’t intentionally abandoned him? There, see? Selfish to the end…

“… Gold! Gold! Where are you?!”

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Gold sits on the ground, not making any sudden sounds, and holds out his palms towards the Paraspor to try and coax it closer. He'll be able to cook it on one of the torches in the cave. Hopefully it isn't poisonous...

But then Trip's distant shout echoes in the cave, and Gold snaps out of his survival mode. Was that his name?

Oh. Trip was looking for him? He didn't lose Gold on purpose?

Gold scrambles up, ignoring the sting of pain in his hands, ignoring how he startles the Pokemon, too relieved and desperate.

"I'm here!!" he calls out, as loud as he can, until he has to take a breath to refill his lungs, and then he shouts again. "I'm here!! Come find me!"

He's not crying. He's absolutely not crying. (He's crying.)

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His voice! Gold was alive!

“Stay where you are! I’m coming!”

Trip hurried back to find him, following his voice, wondering if Gold was injured (he sounded like he might cry…), but equally happy and relieved that he was, indeed, alive.

He tried hard to bury his feelings as deep as he could and they were much harder for him to reach, so the stoicism came almost (still not entirely, despite his best efforts) naturally to him, but something that could shake him up this much… absolutely affected him to the point his own voice shook and tears stung at his eyes, even if he refused to cry.

He felt that as soon as he made sure Gold wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t let go of him until they were absolutely safe.

(If the wild Pokemon seemed any threat, he just might threaten Serperior with it too!)

Edited Date: 2022-12-03 04:25 am (UTC)

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"Okay!" Gold shouts back with a tear-cracked voice, then just stands there, sniffling, overwhelmed by relief. He's wiping his tears and snot on his sleeves, not caring, for the moment, that the hoodie is borrowed from Trip. Because Trip didn't abandon him! Despite everything, Trip's coming back for him!

The friendly Paraspor is conflicted between trying to comfort the crying human, or running to hide from all the noise. It ends up poking at Gold's leg, then skittering to hide behind a small rock nearby. Gold looks at it, confused, distracted from his crying for a moment. Then he shrugs, and turns to look in the direction Trip's voice was coming from.

The moment he sees Trip, his face explodes into a smile, a tearful yet genuine smile that Trip hasn't seen on Gold before now, and he reaches out towards Trip on instinct.

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He couldn’t restrain his own happiness at finding Gold again and, when Gold reached out to him, looking none the worse, just shaken up, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and held him close to his chest, even if he still kept the rest of him at a distance.

“… I’m glad you’re safe…”

He caught sight of the Paraspor earlier as he ran, just before it retreated and, wondered.

“… did that Pokemon scare you or did you want to catch it? A Pokemon would help keep you safe on a journey. That’s basic.”

What a rookie mistake… if he couldn’t keep an eye on Gold at all times, he should have a Pokemon to keep him safe.

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Gold grabs onto Trip's shirt, but doesn't cling closer since Trip isn't hugging closer either. He just holds on very tightly. This is more of a hug than Gold remembers ever getting, so he wants to hold it a little bit longer, and won't let go until Trip does. He can't believe he's this lucky, to have met someone like Trip.

"Huh? Oh, that guy?" Gold asks, glancing at the Paraspor, which is peeking out from behind the rock. "Um, I dunno... I guess a Pokemon would be handy?"

Something to defend himself with, and maybe a potential food source if things turn out badly? Yeah, if Gold can have that he'll take it.

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That’s good, it kept it from being too uncomfortable for Trip, so he didn’t mind Gold continuing to hold on. He wasn’t letting go entirely either, although his grip was a bit looser and he soon removed a hand to take out a pokeball.

“I could battle it and capture it for you.”

He assumed it would be necessary, but it might just choose to come along without a battle!

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"Okay. Um, I dunno how to do it myself," Gold says, still clinging to Trip. He feels like he needs to make some sort of an excuse to not do it on his own.

Gold isn't the type of kid who'd go out and befriend a Pokemon on his own, and it seems this Paraspor is a bit too skittish to approach too, now that there's another human involved. But it does come out from behind the rock, seeing that the small human seems to have found safety with a bigger human. How nice to see a parent-and-child show of affection, it thinks.

Seems like a battle might be necessary, since the Paraspor is too shy to invite itself along!

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“Lampent and Tranquill both have the advantage here, so… come on out, Tranquill!”

Trip tossed the pokeball and, in a shower of sparkling light, Tranquill emerged, stretching its wings and crying out.

“Aerial Ace!”

Tranquill will dive down to strike, then quickly turn to fly back up, striking in the opposite direction, along the same path.

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Gold's never seen a Pokemon battle this close up, so he cranes his head to watch.

Paraspor is struck! It hits the ground and skids a little, letting out a pained noise, then releases a cloud of Stun Spore at Tranquill in retaliation.

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"Tranquill, clear it away with Air Cutter and get out of there!"

With two powerful beats of its wings, the resulting sharpened winds scissoring through the spores and scattering them, Tranquill flew away.

Trip covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and pulled Gold's head closer, to block his mouth and nose with cloth, trying to make sure he doesn't inhale it either. He won't block his view.

"Don't breathe it in, it'll paralyze you."

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Gold nods, trying to hold his breath. On the bright side, an excuse for more hugging! This isn't so bad.

Paraspor can't reach Tranquill for a Scratch, so it just kind of ends up flailing about, releasing more Stun Spore. Somebody should probably put a stop to that before the cave ends up full of spores.

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Cherish it, Gold, it's not likely to repeat, Trip just isn't a hugger.

This was getting bad, they should wrap this up quickly.

"Tranquill! Work Up and finish it with Air Cutter, aim for Paraspor itself this time! And don't get close!"

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Paraspor is Air Cuttered! And falls on its back, a bit stunned and unable to right itself.

Gold, meanwhile, is still holding his breath as instructed, even as it's starting to be a painful struggle. Trip's talking, so maybe it's okay to breathe, but he doesn't want to risk it. Being paralyzed sounds scary.

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He didn't expect Gold to take it so literally! He won't notice until Gold starts to writhe or make sounds... he was too focused on the battle.

"Right! Return."

Trip tossed a pokeball to capture Paraspor and recalled Tranquill to its pokeball.

He coughed a little into his sleeve, but otherwise... it didn't look like they could clear this all away, so it was best to escape!

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Gold can't take it anymore, but he has an idea. He tugs at Trip's clothes, covering his face with cloth, and takes a gasping breath of air through it, figuring it'd probably filter enough. He coughs, then shuts his mouth, holding his breath again.

The Pokeball jiggles once, twice, thrice... and poof! Congratulations! Trip has caught a Paraspor! (Male, level 6, knows Scratch, Poisonpowder and Stun Spore.) Would you like to nickname it?

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That. Is uncomfortable and bizarre, but he hadn’t expected Gold to take his advice not to breathe it in as to not breathe period.

He was impressed by the resourcefulness, though. It would make a fairly decent filter, especially for something as large as spores. Gold’s clever. Trip appreciates clever. He’s intelligent, well-read, and rational to a fault, which isn’t quite the same as being clever and resourceful!

“It’s caught, let’s get out of here.”

Trip quickly seized the pokeball and ran, half-carrying Gold (… if he’s as light as he looked, Trip could possibly carry him properly for the paces until they cleared the area).

Gold can name Paraspor later if he wanted to, most important thing now was to get out of here!

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"Bwah!" Gold is indeed light enough to be carried, but he's pretty surprised to suddenly get picked up and carried off. So, if they're running away from the spores, it's safe to breathe, right? Well, he'll catch his breath then, while holding onto Trip and letting himself be carried. He glances at the Pokeball in Trip's other hand. So that's his Pokemon now? Huh.

Once he's let down a safe distance away, he'll reluctantly let go of Trip and hold out his hands for the Pokeball.

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Trip stopped to catch his breath then, too, but handed over the pokeball when Gold reached for it.
“It’s yours to take care of. Officially, I caught it, but it’s yours. It should keep you safe and someday, you can go on your own journey together.”

He paused, then smiled at Gold.
“You can call Paraspor out. This its hone, so it should know the place well. You can get to know each other, it’ll make it easier to command…”

Edited Date: 2022-12-06 08:04 pm (UTC)

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Gold accepts the Pokeball, then stares at it, blinking in surprise. This is a weird Pokeball, he thinks, turning it around in his hands. Isn't he supposed to be able to see the Pokemon inside? Trip's words take his mind off of that, though, and he looks awed.

"I can really go on a journey with it?" he asks. And it'll keep him safe... That sounds great. If he had this back in Johto, he could've left home and survived on his own. And now he can still do that, in case Trip abandons him.

That thought gives Gold a bit of a pause. Trip came back for him already, so maybe he won't abandon him at all? ...No, life can't be that convenient and easy. He'll definitely abandon Gold some day, once he's gotten tired of him. But Gold will keep Paraspor. No matter what happens.

Then Trip smiles, and Gold wonders if maybe life can be that convenient and easy. Maybe Trip is too nice to abandon Gold even if he's annoying. And maybe Gold will find a million in cash lying around. Yeah, right.

"Okay," he says, and tries to copy what he's seen Trip do. "Um, Paraspor, come out!"

And Paraspor appears, looks around in surprise, then at Gold. Well, this kid's looking better than before, he thinks, and waves a claw. Gold waves back, and crouches to look at him closer.

"What's your name?" he asks. Paraspor chitters, and Gold nods. "Uh-huh," he says, not understanding a word. "I'll call you Mycen!" The newly named Mycen the Paraspor raises his claws up with a loud, surprised-sounding chittering sound, but doesn't seem threatening. More like an exaggerated expression of surprise, and it makes Gold giggle a bit. "You're gonna be with me from now on, Mycen!"

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“Sure,” Trip said simply and leaned back, still gathering his strength.

Might be time to get going soon, but for now… he watched Gold and Paraspor.

He liked to name Pokemon, Trip noted. But it wasn’t a simple, childish name…

“That’s unusual. What does it mean?”

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"Huh? I dunno," Gold says, surprised that Trip would even ask. "It's just his name. Right?" Gold reaches his hand to Mycen, who nods and sets his claw on it gently. They shake hands on it.

Gold doesn't consciously realize it, but he's got an innate sense of what Pokemon want to be called. To him, it was just the first word that came to mind when he looked at the Paraspor.

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“It doesn’t sound like an ordinary name….”

Maybe it was just a coincidence? But it was going to bother Trip, so he had to look it up when he got to the city. Something about it reminded him vaguely of something…

He gave Gold and Mycen a few more minutes to become better accustomed to each other, before rising to his feet.
“Alright, you two, we keep moving. Shouldn’t be too long. We want to travel by daylight, after all.”

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"It's a Pokemon name," Gold says with a shrug, taking Mycen in his hands by the mushroom and standing up.

He then proceeds to have a one-sided conversation with Mycen, where Gold asks questions, Mycen responds in Pokemon language, and Gold nods, uncomprehending, then asks another question. This goes on until Trip tells them the keep moving.

"Oh! Okay, let's go," Gold says, and moves to follow Trip. He pauses, hesitant, before saying, timidly: "Umm, sorry I lost you before... I'll try not to do that again." So don't leave me behind, he doesn't say out loud.