AU - May we die in the forest

[punchtheflowers]

Who: A wild Ivysaur and everyone who crosses his path
What: Your nature walk just got more interesting
Where: FDC woods
When: He'll be here all week until he's murdered
Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence towards flora, Death

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Another day of convenience, after Green times.

[rocketstarter]

The week had been a decidedly weird one for Frankie, marked by an array of thoughts and feelings that were more or less entirely foreign to the Ivysaur. They admittedly made him very uncomfortable, and Frankie did not enjoy that one bit.

Funny how it all seemed to revolve around one spineless trainer. No, he was far from spineless. He had watched him with that Wartortle of his, and a quiet whisper had crept around his heart in a voice that was not entirely unlike his own. Would he have been happier if he had chosen someone else? He could not identify where that thought had come from. He hadn't meant Red. Was he testing his own loyalties? It didn't matter. He was Red's pokemon. That was all he would ever need.

… Yet he could not stop the bitter taste that rose in his throat as he watched them. It was frustrating. Frankie did not like frustration.

A distraction was in order. Conveniently enough, a place like this was swimming in rumours to investigate. Some of them were more true than others… He was still quite upset

SUNDAY MORNING

[punchtheleaves]

[rocketstarter]

The forest was awfully comforting. A wonderful safe haven for a wary grass type. It was easy to feel safe there, tucked away from those that would harm them, safe in knowing that the forest would never hurt them. In some locations, they were rumoured to even come to their inhabitants' aid in time of danger. Ahh, what wonderful places

[punchtheleaves]

[rocketstarter]

This part of the forest didn't quite match what Frankie was looking for either. Still a bit too easy to stumble in on if you were looking for someone. He knew exactly what he wanted. A bit deeper then, where the trees grew closer and the shade covered the mossy earth in thick blankets. Frankie strolled boldly on, his arms folded neatly behind his back.

His steps had acquired a quiet echo behind him. Frankie couldn't help but smile a bit to himself. The watch dog was right on time. After a bit of this following game, Frankie came to a sudden stop and turned to take a look behind him. Now where... Ah. There. He looked directly in the Ivysaur's direction so there was little mistake that the fellow knew exactly where he was.

"If you're going to make the effort of following me, you should at least say hello."

[punchtheleaves]

The Ivysaur screeched to a halt, suddenly feeling the gaze of his target's eyes upon him. Growling, he mentally chided himself - got too sloppy again, too close. Maybe too hopeful.

Still high on contentment from a less-than-disagreeable meeting for breakfast. Enough to make him go soft, he realized with a hint of irritation.

Taking a few steps back, the Ivysaur tried to find his edge again. Red eyes narrowed, bristling. "Who the hell are you?"

[rocketstarter]

Ahh, there it was. Frankie was wondering where all that spunky attitude had gotten off to. He was glad that he didn't have to be disappointed over its absence.

"No one in particular," he replied casually, moving his hands in front of him to straighten one of the cuffs of his sleeve. At least no one this particular Ivysaur was worth sharing a name with. Not yet, anyway. Maybe if he put on a good show and gave Frankie a few smiles, he'd dignify him with a name he'd be able to hate.

"is this how you always greet people? It's quite the warm welcome."

[punchtheleaves]

[rocketstarter]

"Lowering myself..." Frankie laughed, shaking his head. "Nonsense. Though I suppose it's something a bit out of your grasp. You'll be calling me a slave next, hm? Brainwashed, perhaps. Oh, what was that other one someone said. It was a good one!" A gloved hand was raised to his chin in thought, one finger lightly tapping his cheek. After a few moments he shrugged, apparently unable to recall the obviously very amusing thing another wild pokemon had said to him at one point.

"It's much better to think of it as adding another skill to your set."

[punchtheleaves]

[rocketstarter]

"There are a number of other benefits besides just schooling," he remarked. It made negotiations much easier, even when they weren't really negotiations at all. Brought a little bit of fun to them as well. No one ever really expected a razor leaf to their throat when there wasn't a Pokemon in sight. (Then again, no one really expected a razor leaf to their throat when there was a Pokemon in sight. The world was rather soft in that regard.) It was an instant disguise! And goodness, fingers were just the most useful things once you figured out how to use them!

Oh, but a lot of those were things he shouldn't really be sharing with the Ivysaur quite yet. So he simply shrugged. "We can just say it seemed like a good idea at the time, and it certainly hasn't proved otherwise so far."

Here he gave a slow smile. "But you're correct. I have been for quite some time." The days of a sweeter dispositioned Bulbasaur were long gone, faded with the crossing of Nugget Bridge years ago. "Does my form offend you?"

[punchtheleaves]

Very bluntly, the Ivysaur replied, "Yeah. It's fucked up."

It was wrong and unnecessary, no matter what the advantages were - and any Pokemon who stooped to such measures only dishonoured their own pride. What a mockery of the self it was. Disappointing that the first Ivysaur he'd met in years had lost himself in human skin. Did he even remember how to be an Ivysaur anymore?

(Then again, the same could've been said for himself. It'd been too long since he had been amongst others of his kind, social and free of hate.)

"Humans are disgusting. I don't care why, turning into one's just fuckin' unnatural."

[rocketstarter]

He very easily could have returned to a more leafy state for this encounter. It actually would have been a rather refreshing experience, really. It wasn't often that he got the chance to ruin one of his own kind. Admittedly he might have had a few reservations if it had been anyone else, but... Whoops.

If he hated this human appearance so much, it was going to stay right there. He already knew exactly what he was, so the sweetness would still be there. The thought kept Frankie's smile a pleasant one as he feigned an interest in something just beyond the Ivysaur.

"Hm. You seem to be getting along just fine with that other human."

[punchtheleaves]

If the Ivysaur had a brow, he would've raised it. His ears flicked instead. So his interaction with Green had been watched - well, that only proved that the human was dulling his edge, making him soft. While the trainer might've considered it a good thing, it was an uncomforting thought for the Pokemon, who relied on that edge to stay alive and free.

With a scoff, what little enjoyment he did take from these breakfasts got tossed aside. Even if Green was admittedly not unpleasant, dismissing him felt easy. "Whatever. Not my idea. He's just an airhead who doesn't know when to quit."

[rocketstarter]

And so the ball was rolling

[punchtheleaves]