[ Maybe it's a good thing that Green still - kind of, sort of - has the brains to pick up Bad Ideas when he sees one, despite the constant laughter. Call it years of intuition or whatever, but he definitely knows better than to let his guard down in the middle of an entire forest. Especially near creatures.
Creatures with the powers to possibly kill you --
His laughter doesn't quite stop abruptly, but it does come to an end relatively quickly. He's slowly backing away first, before the haisuna realize, before he calls out. ] Hey.
[ Then, he calls out to Red, when he's finally at Arcanine's side (granted, Arcanine's never been that far back...). ] You might want to worry about yourself first, before them.
[ A wary glance at the giant eyed furballs, then - ] You've read what they do, haven't you?
[ That's what they always say in the horror movies before they die. Unfortunately for Red he hasn't read whatever Green means, and it's been a long day where apparently good ideas are out of stock and all he wants to do is to help some tiny critters flee to a place of safety. Certainly, he's a boy with a big soft heart.
Which just makes it all too easy for the haisuna to find comfort in his presence, to ignore his attempts to urge them away with their feigned ignorance. Red already felt tired before this, and maybe he might be more aware of that familiar draining feeling from times with the ghost type pokémon, but no. He does go to change tactics, with his own voice seemingly not enough to make them go, and he goes to stand back up, reaching for Charizard's pokéball. ] I'll get Chari....
[ But his voice fails him and so do his feet, and he's stumbling back without another sound but the drop of his body. The haisuna in the way manage to avoid getting knocked, but they play their part in gathering again around him in a way that almost imitates concern.
[ He's about to protest, worry seeping into the words that are never said (whoa!!), because of course he's stuck with this idiot who obviously hasn't read anything. But suddenly the boy's standing up with the beginning of a sentence that more or less alerts Green to what Red's about to do--
Ah. Well. Now it's a "supposed to do", considering he's now on the floor and not moving - and that sure is an increasing number of furballs he doesn't want in his life. So he picks up where the other couldn't finish, signaling Arcanine with a quiet "go". It starts off as a low growl, the pokemon's body tensing as if gearing up for an attack, before it shifts to a full-blown bark, all teeth and intimidation. Dominance, like the predator he'd normally be when he's not asking for hearty pets from the average recruit.
Luckily, that's all it's needed for the haisuna to scurry away without so much a glance in Arcanine's direction; maybe a couple of the braver ones look back, but the concept of bravery's quickly lost when they jump up and run even faster. There's a small sigh - a mix of relief and resignation, for getting the job done but also effectively being left alone with someone who runs into trouble without really thinking about it.
Sounds like someone else he knows.
At least the walk back to camp isn't very far - it's easy when all he has to do is load Red up on Arcanine's back with the smallest amount of grace possible, then set him back on the floor once they reach the clearing.
Green wastes no time nudging the other to full consciousness. ] Hey, idiot. Wake up.
[ Red doesn't feel any of the ride back, even though it only takes that prodding to stir the boy back into some kind of state of consciousness, head turning this way and that with his already shut eyelids squeezing together before he tries to open them.
And when he does, his mind lags in comprehending anything in front of him. The view of the world before him comes together slowly and barely, but there's a face there, familiar, and it jogs a hopefulness that seeps into the tired single word he can mumble out, a sound almost like relief. ] Green-
[ It forces him to push himself awake into a better reality, but all that comes are the sharper features showing an older age that what was thought, and whatever the expression it was Red's own face was about to make freezes before it gets anywhere, the look in his eyes dying. Ah- it wasn't a better reality at all.
But that only lasts a second before Red then moans and shakes his head once more, a hand rubbing over his face to try and rid him of the fatigue. No good when it's everywhere. ]
What's going on...? What happened? [ Who am I, where am I. ]
[ If Green notices - and he does, to some degree - he doesn't comment on it. There are plenty of other things to jab at the other about that isn't the stupidly hopeful flicker he saw, and coupled with his name (but not really, not if this is going where he thinks is going) it travels down a conversation path he doesn't want.
So, next. ]
You passed out because you didn't bother reading what they said about those furballs. [ Green's frustrated, because it's so obvious that this kid isn't the Red that he remembers, no matter what kind of weird time-thing the CDC could have pulled. Red - his Red(?) was an idiot, something Green reminded him of everyday when he got the chance, but he wasn't this much of an idiot.
Whatever. Just another idiot trainer then. ] If you're curious about what would have happened if I didn't take you back to camp, maybe you should actually read it this time. [ A pause, then. ]
Think you can stand? [ A sigh. ] You need to get to medical.
[ Reading. Half of the words and all of the frustration goes flying over his head, because he's too busy stuck on what the guy is referencing at all (was he given a book? Was he supposed to read something?) until he catches the question.
Ah. Alright. Let him figure that out. His knees bend as his shoes scrape on the ground, and Red puts aside Green and Arcanine's presence while he leans himself up at an angle, small jagged pieces of dirt digging into the arm he's putting his weight on. He breathes, then gets up the rest of way -- sitting, at least, with his head hung to give himself a moment before he raises his chin.
Red stares at the area ahead of him, before finally acknowledging Arcanine and Green by a look in their directions, slowly going from one to the next, and then settling where his gaze was before. ]
...I'm fine. [ He speaks as slow as he moves, but there's a thoughtful look in his eye -- or he looks dumbfounded. There's something he recalls about this feeling, and he's mindful when he removes the support of one of his arms to go patting at his pocket, fingers bumping into folds of fabric to get out Charizard's ball that he nearly drops -- but no, it's fine. He's got it. ]
[ Green watches, because he's not the type to offer a hand, especially when the other hasn't asked. Arcanine looks obviously concerned though, warm, brown eyes staring intently at the boy in front of him as he struggles to get up.
But even now, there's no response from Green - just a single raised eyebrow that screams "really now?" in the most obnoxious, Green-like way imaginable. ]
You know, the sun's gonna set eventually. [ Ah yes, very helpful Green.
There's a distinct moment of hesitation before he moves to stand in front of Red however, holding out a hand for the other to take. If he can take it. ] C'mon.
[ Red doesn't ask for help because he doesn't expect it, and when it's offered this time in the form of a hand - he declines it with a shake of his head, the arm he stretches out to point out the pokéball in his hand instead. ]
I need warmth. [ Sure, there's a very warm pokémon nearby already out, but it's instinct to bring out Charizard. The light of the ball leaves and Charizard stands in place, and Red smiles at him, the fire type already walking closer when he says- ] Charizard... can you warm me? A ghost got me.
[ And that must be funny to him for a small huff of laughter that follows, Charizard coming in coming close. He kneels, picking up Red effortlessly in his arms and then placing him down again against his leg, and Red rests - not caring about the company with him, how it must look - with his head against the pokémon's chest as a fire curls nearer where Red can feel it. Without, you know. Burning. ]
They eat energy... right? [ That's for Green this time, Red's eyes going back onto him. ] When a gengar's got you... you need to get warm and rest.
[ And make sure a gengar still isn't stalking in the shadows. ] Do they do anything else?
[ Well, if Red ever complains at least Green can say he tried.
But ah - the entire exchange has him raising an eyebrow, surprised at the knowledge that Red possesses.
Sort of? A part of him resents the fact that he's still an idiot who wouldn't know self-preservation even if it hit him in the face. But the knowledge is there; both the condition he has and how to treat it correctly. Though by correctly, it's just the way that Green knows best too, being pokemon trainers and all --
He wonders, briefly, if the boy in front of him is also the champion of Kanto. He tries to consider something - anything - else, but for some reason, none of them feel very "Red" to him. He's not exactly a genius (would Red also jump into a herd of haisuna like that? ... Probably), but ...
Whatever. That's not what he's here for anyway, no point in thinking about useless things. ]
... No. That's it. But haisunas aren't gengars. [ He's staring at Red with a strange sort of expression before turning to Charizard himself - ] Once he warms up, get him to medical for check up.
Makes sure he gets something to eat. [ And with that he turns to leave because he's got better things to do than wait for a 12 year old kid to feel better or something. Baka. ]
[ Red doesn't notice any particular look on Green's face, his attention too drawn to how warm his pokémon is. It's been a long enough day that without that hiccup, dealing with a stampede, earthquakes, chasing after a creature as trees are toppling -- it would be nice to just fall asleep right there if he wasn't entirely aware of what a bad idea that might be. Probably not, but it's better safe than sorry.
Charizard acknowledges Green enough to look at him, but gives no other confirmation that he'll follow through with it, looking back down to his trainer, the boy tipping his head up at him in a silent exchange before Red's chin lowers again.
...He's taller, but he even looks like Green from behind, doesn't he. ]
Thanks-- [ Red's voice is loud and clear, and he allows a pause ] --Arcanine.
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Creatures with the powers to possibly kill you --
His laughter doesn't quite stop abruptly, but it does come to an end relatively quickly. He's slowly backing away first, before the haisuna realize, before he calls out. ] Hey.
[ Then, he calls out to Red, when he's finally at Arcanine's side (granted, Arcanine's never been that far back...). ] You might want to worry about yourself first, before them.
[ A wary glance at the giant eyed furballs, then - ] You've read what they do, haven't you?
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[ That's what they always say in the horror movies before they die. Unfortunately for Red he hasn't read whatever Green means, and it's been a long day where apparently good ideas are out of stock and all he wants to do is to help some tiny critters flee to a place of safety. Certainly, he's a boy with a big soft heart.
Which just makes it all too easy for the haisuna to find comfort in his presence, to ignore his attempts to urge them away with their feigned ignorance. Red already felt tired before this, and maybe he might be more aware of that familiar draining feeling from times with the ghost type pokémon, but no. He does go to change tactics, with his own voice seemingly not enough to make them go, and he goes to stand back up, reaching for Charizard's pokéball. ] I'll get Chari....
[ But his voice fails him and so do his feet, and he's stumbling back without another sound but the drop of his body. The haisuna in the way manage to avoid getting knocked, but they play their part in gathering again around him in a way that almost imitates concern.
Oh. ]
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Ah. Well. Now it's a "supposed to do", considering he's now on the floor and not moving - and that sure is an increasing number of furballs he doesn't want in his life. So he picks up where the other couldn't finish, signaling Arcanine with a quiet "go". It starts off as a low growl, the pokemon's body tensing as if gearing up for an attack, before it shifts to a full-blown bark, all teeth and intimidation. Dominance, like the predator he'd normally be when he's not asking for hearty pets from the average recruit.
Luckily, that's all it's needed for the haisuna to scurry away without so much a glance in Arcanine's direction; maybe a couple of the braver ones look back, but the concept of bravery's quickly lost when they jump up and run even faster. There's a small sigh - a mix of relief and resignation, for getting the job done but also effectively being left alone with someone who runs into trouble without really thinking about it.
Sounds like someone else he knows.
At least the walk back to camp isn't very far - it's easy when all he has to do is load Red up on Arcanine's back with the smallest amount of grace possible, then set him back on the floor once they reach the clearing.
Green wastes no time nudging the other to full consciousness. ] Hey, idiot. Wake up.
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And when he does, his mind lags in comprehending anything in front of him. The view of the world before him comes together slowly and barely, but there's a face there, familiar, and it jogs a hopefulness that seeps into the tired single word he can mumble out, a sound almost like relief. ] Green-
[ It forces him to push himself awake into a better reality, but all that comes are the sharper features showing an older age that what was thought, and whatever the expression it was Red's own face was about to make freezes before it gets anywhere, the look in his eyes dying. Ah- it wasn't a better reality at all.
But that only lasts a second before Red then moans and shakes his head once more, a hand rubbing over his face to try and rid him of the fatigue. No good when it's everywhere. ]
What's going on...? What happened? [ Who am I, where am I. ]
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So, next. ]
You passed out because you didn't bother reading what they said about those furballs. [ Green's frustrated, because it's so obvious that this kid isn't the Red that he remembers, no matter what kind of weird time-thing the CDC could have pulled. Red - his Red(?) was an idiot, something Green reminded him of everyday when he got the chance, but he wasn't this much of an idiot.
Whatever. Just another idiot trainer then. ] If you're curious about what would have happened if I didn't take you back to camp, maybe you should actually read it this time. [ A pause, then. ]
Think you can stand? [ A sigh. ] You need to get to medical.
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Ah. Alright. Let him figure that out. His knees bend as his shoes scrape on the ground, and Red puts aside Green and Arcanine's presence while he leans himself up at an angle, small jagged pieces of dirt digging into the arm he's putting his weight on. He breathes, then gets up the rest of way -- sitting, at least, with his head hung to give himself a moment before he raises his chin.
Red stares at the area ahead of him, before finally acknowledging Arcanine and Green by a look in their directions, slowly going from one to the next, and then settling where his gaze was before. ]
...I'm fine. [ He speaks as slow as he moves, but there's a thoughtful look in his eye -- or he looks dumbfounded. There's something he recalls about this feeling, and he's mindful when he removes the support of one of his arms to go patting at his pocket, fingers bumping into folds of fabric to get out Charizard's ball that he nearly drops -- but no, it's fine. He's got it. ]
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But even now, there's no response from Green - just a single raised eyebrow that screams "really now?" in the most obnoxious, Green-like way imaginable. ]
You know, the sun's gonna set eventually. [ Ah yes, very helpful Green.
There's a distinct moment of hesitation before he moves to stand in front of Red however, holding out a hand for the other to take. If he can take it. ] C'mon.
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I need warmth. [ Sure, there's a very warm pokémon nearby already out, but it's instinct to bring out Charizard. The light of the ball leaves and Charizard stands in place, and Red smiles at him, the fire type already walking closer when he says- ] Charizard... can you warm me? A ghost got me.
[ And that must be funny to him for a small huff of laughter that follows, Charizard coming in coming close. He kneels, picking up Red effortlessly in his arms and then placing him down again against his leg, and Red rests - not caring about the company with him, how it must look - with his head against the pokémon's chest as a fire curls nearer where Red can feel it. Without, you know. Burning. ]
They eat energy... right? [ That's for Green this time, Red's eyes going back onto him. ] When a gengar's got you... you need to get warm and rest.
[ And make sure a gengar still isn't stalking in the shadows. ] Do they do anything else?
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But ah - the entire exchange has him raising an eyebrow, surprised at the knowledge that Red possesses.
Sort of? A part of him resents the fact that he's still an idiot who wouldn't know self-preservation even if it hit him in the face. But the knowledge is there; both the condition he has and how to treat it correctly. Though by correctly, it's just the way that Green knows best too, being pokemon trainers and all --
He wonders, briefly, if the boy in front of him is also the champion of Kanto. He tries to consider something - anything - else, but for some reason, none of them feel very "Red" to him. He's not exactly a genius (would Red also jump into a herd of haisuna like that? ... Probably), but ...
Whatever. That's not what he's here for anyway, no point in thinking about useless things. ]
... No. That's it. But haisunas aren't gengars. [ He's staring at Red with a strange sort of expression before turning to Charizard himself - ] Once he warms up, get him to medical for check up.
Makes sure he gets something to eat. [ And with that he turns to leave because he's got better things to do than wait for a 12 year old kid to feel better or something. Baka. ]
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Charizard acknowledges Green enough to look at him, but gives no other confirmation that he'll follow through with it, looking back down to his trainer, the boy tipping his head up at him in a silent exchange before Red's chin lowers again.
...He's taller, but he even looks like Green from behind, doesn't he. ]
Thanks-- [ Red's voice is loud and clear, and he allows a pause ] --Arcanine.