So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

[championbound]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
Rating: BUT PLEASE PUT APPROPRIATE WARNINGS IF ANYTHING COMES UP
Log:

Everything's ordinary, and then, all of a sudden, it isn't. Oops~! Enjoy all the weird new Pokemon roaming about, and have a good time! Any and all are welcome to join in the glitch-ridden festivities!

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[asskicks]

[the question is, though

will Blake remember

THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE, who is looking a little less little these days in the plain white t-shirt and hachimaki he typically wears during long nights spent working at his ramen stand. He's wearing jeans and sneakers, too, but that isn't as immediately obvious, considering that he is also practically up to his armpits in grass he hadn't remembered ever fighting his way through before until a metric ASSLOAD of forgotten memories suddenly came sledgehammering all at once back into his head. You'd think at this point in Yusuke's life he'd be old hat at being unexpectedly plunged into weird situations, but this is too surreal even for him. HOW many years has it been since he was last here? Two, three? Long enough that he's wondering why the hell this place suddenly decided to suck him back in. Dammit, and he was just about to go home and sleep, too.

At least he isn't getting his ass chewed on by anything, he tells himself grudgingly. And he's still got all his energy, which means that he probably won't be stuck here for very long. Maybe if he manages to find his way out of this field before the weekend's over he'll go see if anyone he knew back then is still kicking around. That'd be one hell of a trip.

Naturally, it's just as that thought moseys its way through his mind that he looks up and finds himself staring straight into the cranky face of a middle-aged man dangling an enormous and absolutely furious purple rat from one tightly balled fist. The sight sends a lightning bolt of shock all the way from the top of Yusuke's head to his feet, which still as he gapes openly at him. There's no doubt about it. He's a little grayer than he remembers, but this guy can only be --]

OLD MAN!

[WHAT THE FANCY FUCKIN' SHIT --]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[That's a huge purple rat all right. Which means he's...no, it can't be. That was all some weird dream he had years ago.

Right now he has a fistful of weird dream trying to angle itself to bite his thumb. Blake stares at the wriggling thing as he tries to make reality turn in the right direction. It was so long ago, but now it's clear as day. He'd been here for years, he'd tried to take over the place, there'd been people who mattered to him and-

A voice cracks right through his concentration and he nearly jumps out of his skin. On reflex his muscles snap into action and fling the rat at--

Blake's jaw drops as the rat sails in midair.]

Yusuke?

[asskicks]

AAH!

[SHIT SHIT THIS AIN'T GOUDA

Fortunately for Yusuke, his CRAZY SUPERHERO REFLEXES enable him to side-step out of the way just in time for the shrieking rat and its freaky little claws to miss his face by half an inch. Unfortunately for Yusuke, as his big bugged out eyes turn to follow the rat's trajectory as it majestically whizzes past, the foot he attempts to plant behind him slips, and so he ends up vanishing into the tall grass as his back hits the ground with a solid, resounding THUMP.]

Ugh -- damn...!!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Did you want insult to injury? Cause you're getting an old cop standing over you and laughing his ass off.]

If I knew tossing a little rodent at you would be the thing that worked, I'd've done it a long time ago.

[For its part, the innocent Rattata hits the ground, bounces, chitters angrily, and runs off into the tall grass in search of someone who will battle properly as God intended.

Blake's attention is all on the kid. Though he's not as much of a kid now. He even looks like he's cleaned up some.]

Christ. [He reaches a hand down to help him up. There's a ring on one finger.] Long fuckin' time, no see.

[asskicks]

[Even through his cringing, Yusuke, who's laid out with his arms and legs spread like a starfish, manages to fix Blake with a TRULY BLACK AND ODIOUS GLARE. It's a look Blake became intimately familiar with during their time on Crazy Bullshit Island, and a look Yusuke became intimately familiar with giving him. Still, he accepts the hand up - noting, with a jolt of surprise, the cool press of that ring against his fingers.]

No kidding. What's it been, three years for me and three hundred for you?

[YOU LOOKIN' OLD, OLD MAN, is what he's trying to say. The insult comes as easily as it always has, but strangely, there's no bite to it. In fact, despite the show he makes of dusting himself off and straightening his hachimaki and looking generally indignant, his eyes are turned up at the corners a little, and he's fighting a losing battle against a smirk trying to tug its way across his mouth.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Now that glare is flat-out nostalgic. For all the people he's arrested over the past years and all the dirty looks he's collected, none of them managed one quite like that. Goddamn, he almost missed it.]

More like ten. Good to see you're still a mouthy little brat.

[In a weird way, it really is. Blake may be smirking in the same way, on a very different face.

Blake dusts purple fur off his hands.]

Look at you. You got yourself a headband.

[asskicks]

Yep. Great observation there, old man. Guess I don't have to worry about your eyesight going as bad as your everything else.

[Ten years... damn. No wonder Blake's gotten all grizzled on him. He looks healthy, though - despite what Yusuke's just said to his face, which doesn't mean much, considering that petty insults may as well be the formality for them - and that makes Yusuke happy, though of course he doesn't dare say so aloud. He doesn't have to, really: it's all there in his expression, in the warmth in his gaze and the way he finally cracks an actual, genuine smile.

Speaking of looks Blake's familiar with... that likely isn't one of them. That has as much to do with their frequently tumultuous relationship as it does with the fact that he simply hasn't been able to smile like this since before he hit elementary school. Not with this much ease, anyway. The years've certainly changed them both, haven't they.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake laughs.] Still the same old smartass. No lady beat that out of you yet?

[He's grizzled, all right. He didn't like the gray at first, but he came around to thinking it makes him look dignified.

That's a kind of look he doesn't remember seeing much on Yusuke's face. He looks a kind of relaxed that's entirely new, like he might be able to say as much as ten words without a protective layer of sarcasm sometimes.

Blake looks calmer in his own way. Must just be him getting old.]

Somebody must've beat some of the asshole out of you. You haven't even tried to put a cigarette out on me yet. You been spending these years in anger management?

[That's his way of saying, How've you been?]