Takenaka Hanbei (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strategicnaps) wrote2029-04-28 02:01 pm
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[ Sometimes being a kid works, but with people like this? Red twists his wrist, examining the guff with the green colouring to it. ] Have you talked to any of them?
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When I need to.
[So basically, the answer is no. He doesn't.]
I think Ghost is a nice person! And people like Warriorhead and Mothership. Gliese is really scary, but just don't give her reason to be, and she should be fine.
[No opinion on Armada and Hornet. And he doesn't like Dagger, so.]
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Red thinks about that, looking out at the lothlo and then to his cargo pants, grabbing out of a pocket one of the smaller berries - and then a couple more when heads perk up. He chucks them out to be caught and fought over, but keeps one himself to take a small bite out of, chewing at it slowly.
But before he takes another bite... ]
...Have you ever fought before?
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Mhm, I have. But I don't like doing it. I'm a strategist, after all, not a warrior.
[But even back home, he refuses to stay back behind the front lines when everyone else is fighting. Which gets him into trouble a lot, but w/e.] How about you? And Charizard?
[...The Neraki massacre doesn't count as a fight. That was... something else.]
i see we both have peculiar tagging times
I'm a trainer; Charizard is my pokémon. [ He looks to the pokémon as he says that, then back to Hanbei. ] We battle, but not like they want us to. We have matches with other trainers and defend ourselves against wild pokémon.
[ But safely. Safely. ]
But, what do you mean you're a strategist? What do you...um, make strategies for?
i live in asia, every time is peculiar tagging time
Here, I help to form plans to make sure we can get out of trouble alive. [Or at least, with as little people dead as possible.] But back home, I was a war strategist.
[Does he know what war is--?]
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Oh... [ That's... pretty bizarre. And when you look at a guy like Hanbei... ]
Really?
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...What's with that disbelieving tone? Of course I am! People call me the modern Zhuge Liang!
[does zhuge liang even exist in pokémon world]
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[ no sorry, only weird japanese strategists with pikachus and mareeps or something ]
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his boyfriend who has a pokémon which represents hanbei's soulhis best friend with a lampent to light up his grey face]You could say that. ...Just trust me! I'm in Blue Team for a reason.
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What... oh, so the Blue Teams are the strategists? I only know that there's different teams named after colours. And mine's green. [ Which makes him look at the little cuff again. He never really knew the reason behind it. ]
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Something like that. Blue is for thinking and coordinating, Green is for fighting and defending, Red is for spying on ourselves and fighting too, while Orange is for building and spying on other people.
[Does... does that make sense.]
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Well, sort of. Once Red thinks about it, though he wasn't sporting a very understanding face for a moment there. Except, one does confuse him. ]
Orange... what do you mean by build? [ oh ] Like gadgets?
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Since you're in Green team, your job is to be part of our firepower.
[And help destroy everything, like the lothlo at your feet.
Well, that's more of Red's job. At least you get to protect your fellow recruits a bit more than them.]
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I see... [ He... guesses... ] And the Red Team is really for spying on us? Are they some kind of special group?
[ Maybe it's all confusing after all? ]
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Maybe. They're really secretive and keep things from us. But I'm sure we're all still on the same side.
[At least, the recruits are. Maybe. He doesn't like Dagger, but at least he seems honest?]
"If you know yourself and know your enemy, every battle will be a success for you." Red is for knowing ourselves, and Orange is for knowing the enemy. We can't be caught off-guard by internal grievances.
['Grievances', he says, like a planet isn't what's at stake.]
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Actually... ]
...Is this anything like how they do things in war? [ Does that even make sense. ] With strategists, and then the soldiers, people who specialise in spying or -- people who make weapons for battle. Something like that?
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Sometimes. It's not exactly the same, but the ideas are similar.
[The lothlo begin to withdraw, leaving a big load of huskberry shells scattered all over the grass.]
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Mm. I don't really know anything about... things like this. Or war. [ He's not sure if he should be making any near comparisons between the two, but. ] I met some people who were in a war, but I didn't ask them about it.
I was just there to learn about pokémon training.
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But-- Hanbei's face actually falls a bit. Because he wants to take Red's words to mean that he's met people in the CDC who knew about war, but he drops the words 'Pokémon training', and he knows he's talking about his home world.
Even in a world that's easy to sleep in, war is real. It's everywhere.]
Think about it this way. If you work hard for the CDC, you can make sure your world never has to go through war again.
[And that's can't backfire at all, right.]
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But despite the struggle, he spits it out (because if Hanbei does know war like he says, wouldn't he know the answer?) ] How? How do you fight like that?
How do you fight like they want us to fight?
[ How do you kill? ]
i'm so sorry
Hanbei casts a glance towards Charizard, looks at his compass, and does something he would've never done if he didn't join the CDC.]
If you don't want to fight to destroy--
[He suddenly picks his compass and tosses it right at Red.
Yanking his left hand makes it shift at the absolutely last moment before slamming onto the floor, passing centimeters from Red's face.]
Then you have to fight to live.
[Use your fear first.
That should be enough. For now.]
more sorry for emotional little boys
It's why it takes Charizard so long to move, though he watches between the two as they speak (with only his trainer's emotions to lead him through the conversation), though he sees the weapon move, though he sees it coming --
There may have been no stopping it had it been allowed to hit, him rested on his belly and the weapon more ready than he, but it doesn't matter, just as it doesn't that it didn't even graze Red. Hanbei's words get near drowned out by the thunderous sound that pushes out deep from Charizard's lungs right after them, passing by the full set of teeth and fangs bared. He's up in the same instant, the flame on his tail roaring with a new angry energy, the tail bashing hard into the ground once to leave a deep dent.
Charizard's head snaps back down and there's a monstrous look on his face beyond his natural features directed right at Hanbei, claws out like they're surely for the strategist -- before they lower close around the young boy protectively, down as well his wings to shield him, and it's only by then that his roar has decreased to a snarl still vicious, vibrating against the roof of his mouth.
And where Charizard burns, Red's frozen like stone, staring wide-eyed and blank.
But he's not still, and he's not blank, because his heart is going as fast as it had out there in the burning forest with the wails of the also burning neraki, and he's aware of Charizard's scream filling in his ears again and senses the heat above him when the next roar comes with the flames that he means to use to obliterate that weapon--
But only slivers of fire from the build up in his mouth comes out, licking the air above, as he feels the yank of one of his arms from both of Red's, the sound of his trainer's voice under his: ] Charizard, don't!
[ The giant lizard's head and neck waves, struggling between obedience and fear for his trainer's life, and when the flames eventually do die down, Charizard's cries don't. He wails loudly towards the skies until looking back down to Hanbei once more, his jaws making a snapping motion that sends out a harsh bark his way but not snapping down fully in hostility.
It takes a while for the pokémon to quiet down. It takes a while until the beast stops kicking his feet and struggling, until he's only huffing from his snout and whining from inside a shut jaw, and until Red can be heard through it, repeating the pokémon's name
over, and over. ]
this thread went so many places
It's funny, because he was afraid yesterday, of Charizard howling and snapping his head right off. But now, it'd be almost an ironic end, even though he noticeably takes a step back so his clothes don't burn. He's gotten so desensitized to things howling at his face, that the only reason he doesn't continue smiling that damn smile is because--
He feels terrible for them both, but there's nothing he can do except tell them to fight.
Or else someone else will, and maybe by then, it'll be too late.
He's seen it happen.
(Hanbei promised to look over him, but his corpse was turned to dust along with the rest of Ajna. And he promised to stay with her, but she somehow disappeared into nothing while his compass sliced off the head of the person he trusted most.
"You're like a goddess," but goddesses don't blip into nonexistence like that, with only the Instructor's words to believe.)]
You have to fight too, so Charizard doesn't carry all the fighting on his shoulders.
[And you may fall before you learn how to.
It's normal.]
don't care if i don't get in, thread is flawless, a+ tyvm
Red's words turn softer, the space between each one growing further apart. He's holding onto him tightly, so tightly, stroking with one free hand along what of the pokémon he can touch. It's the first he's ever been so furious, but Red doesn't think about that.
He fixates on Hanbei's words, right around when his own finally fade and Charizard's feet have steadied but his body is left trembling. 'You and Charizard, you both have to stay safe.'
He knows. (He knows, and he still couldn't shoot.)
There's not a why or a how in him now. No questions left. There's only his companion standing so strongly, the one he has to protect, and the fear of killing another that he never knew he would have to face.
His fingers grip into Charizard. ]
I don't want him to fight alone.
[ He doesn't speak thinking about whether he can be heard. ]
ASDF god bless, thank u
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