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[feistytrader]

hi I am a musebox post made with the intent of threading things

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[failscommunication]

[Ring ring ring, Silver. Because Gold's got a huuuuge huge problem.

What happens when a few Sneasels, oh you know just a few ten or fifteen of them, hang out outside of Goldenrod at that old day care? Like, Gold's got no problem with that and all, he totally enjoys the company of Silver's family since that guy's practically part of the household with how he uses that television from dawn til dusk waiting for that dumb kid's show, but this?

This wall to wall (exaggeration) eggplosive event? Uuuugghh.

No, just no. Ring ring ring. Pick up your family they've practically made his bachelor pad this place a new nesting ground.]

[feistytrader]

[Ring ring ring? No, Gold. You get no rings. His Pokégear's not on.]

[failscommunication]

[Silver why the hell isn't your goddamn Gear on Crys gave you that for a very specific

uugggghhh.

Does he gotta go out and scratch a tree or something.

... That's what Sneasel and Weavile do right.

Yeah.

Okay he'll go make some lame scratches on one of the trees outside and--

Don't you dare laugh. Go on do better-- Oh okay yeah Silver's family can do better. Man. Screw it. Just tell him to get his lazy butt over here. Thanks. And that he's an uncle.]

[feistytrader]

[It's not that it takes all day for the message to reach him. Oh no. The Weavile Broadcast System is far more capable than that.

No, he and Weavile simply slept through the entire day. It's not until after their breakfast at sundown that they take note of the markings...

...Something about Gold?

...

He turns his Pokégear back on. Ring ring ring, Gold.]

[failscommunication]

[Oh, wow, wonder who that could be.

Suspicions right on the money.

He's got half a mind to let it ring, too.

...]

Yo, Silver! Took y'long enough to pick up. I've got grey hairs poppin' up because of what's been goin' on at my bachelor's pad.

[Don't call it the daycare don't call it the daycare don't--]

[capturespecialist]

play with me dammit

[feistytrader]

[Crys has a day off. She has a day off from helping Professor Oak with his research, a day off from the daycare, a day off from catching, a day off from being busy.

It might be a little hypocritical of him, but he does think that Crys needs to relax and quit being so busy all the time. A break won't kill her. Some time away from- well, everything- won't be too much to ask for.

After making sure that her Pokéballs are off her person without her knowledge, he starts taking her out and into the woods. Today's destination is a very special spot on Route 37.]

[capturespecialist]

[That's good; there's some new, invasive species she's wanted to check out on the route but hadn't had the time to go and catch. Between handling her own affairs, her work, the academy, Gold...

But, as she firmly reminds herself, she is out to relax because it is her day off.

That doesn't make her feet itch to knock a few level balls any less, but it's a thought she keeps in mind while she follows Silver. A very special spot, huh? She's never stuck around for sightseeing during work...]

[feistytrader]

[Well, she better stick around today. This place... Alright, it isn't too special, but it's something. And it's relaxing.

Of course, as they get farther away from civilization... A Sneasel shows up. And another. And another four.]

[capturespecialist]

[Sneasel. She's caught them, obviously (despite their general rarity), but even the slightest difference in build... coloration... Claw sharpness...

No! No. She's here to relax, not catch! Recatch! It doesn't stop her from sticking her hands in her pockets and pouting a little. Just a little. Tiny bit.]

...Do all of these Sneasel know you?

[allbymyself]

play with me dammit x 2

just in case i do want to app either of these guys

[feistytrader]

[The Dragon's Den!

He's never really frequented the Dragon's Den, but he's got the time and he's there, so they might as well.

What he doesn't expect is to grab the attention of some Dragon Tamers that insist on battling him. He's not that interested, but their insistence leads to Kingdra making quick work of them. He's pretty content to count the prize money they've gained while heading further into the den with his beloved Dragon...]

[allbymyself]

[See, whenever Silver hears trainers calling? He automatically assumes Lyra's coming around. He wouldn't say he's happy to see her every time she shows her face, but there's a certain disappointment and confusion when he sees... Someone who kiiind of looks like him coming through, instead of his usual bouncy, pigtailed nuisance.

Who the heck does this guy think he is?]

Only worthy trainers are allowed in here! [Easy enough to say, considering the monks had repeated it mercilessly to any trainer daring enough to try and get in. How did this guy get in -- was it just because they looked similar? Maybe he really should stop sleeping here --] Did the Master give you permission, or did you get in pretending to be me?

[feistytrader]

[...Who in the world...

Petrel? No, no. He wouldn't be as direct. He'd try to startle him or catch him off guard, then mock him.

...He doesn't want to get into the specifics of why some kid looks like him. In all honestly, he'd rather just keep exploring.]

Master Lance said I should visit sometime.

[allbymyself]

Master Lance?

[Wow, that even feels gross to say, and even worse to see it coming out of some stupid lookalike's mouth. Master Lance.]

He isn't here. If that's all, then get lost. The Master doesn't see anyone who isn't strong enough, so you're wasting your time by being here.

[reversesun]

SUP NERD

i mean

let's do somethin

[illegalmarriage]

[It is a saturday morning.

There is only one person who's enough of an idiot to come into his office on a saturday morning without warning.]

Get out, Gold. It's not noon yet. [Sneaking into his office is one thing but interrupting his cartoons is just evil. His face remains glued to the TV.]

[reversesun]

[oh, please, like he's gonna listen to a nerd like silver. let him just leaaaan forward on this chair the hell you doin' in his house hero boy.]

And miss a good morning workout? No way. How's it goin' nerd? [also whatchu wearin. that ain't your usual red coat. nerd.] And what the hell're you doin' in my office, anyway? No heroes allowed. You know the deal.

[illegalmarriage]

[...Excuse you.] This is my office. This is my TV.

[And without looking at looking at Gold, he casually jabs his thumb in the direction of the door.] And that's the way out. Get to know it. [Or at least just like sit down and stop talking come on this is a really cool action part-]

[reversesun]

[how about he just

you know

uses his distinctly red cuestick to turn off the television. pop! scoff.]

You're the one who's leavin'. You don't have a flat screen back home? And on top of bein' poor, you're delusional. Get outta here before I escort you myself, nerd.

[illegalteendad]

watch out i'm tall tan and handsome as hell

[reversemoon]

[Gold when did you get tall and tan and h]

[reversemoon]

[Wait no what the hell]

Did you seriously steal my colors? [You are such a loser--]

[illegalteendad]

[wow rude as heckie






when did you get so short

oh no wait there were shorter kids in that place too

(he looks like gold jr. that's still so weeeeird)]

Hey, I've been wearin' these colors since I was your height, kid, if anything you're the fashion thief. At least you've got good taste.

[reversemoon]

[Did he just... Say that he has good taste?

Alright, cool. Maybe he's hallucinating. Maybe he's really sick. Good, maybe he'll drop like a fly or get put in a psyche ward and he'll never have to deal with him again.]

Quit messing around, Rocket jerk. You're not fooling anyone by switching hoodies and standing on stilts.