Sweet Poison Prequal… “Meddling twerp…. Got it sir. Won’t let you down.” Koga hung up his phone call with Giovanni and sighed smirking turning to a trainer under him. “So… We have a pest problem. I want all the usual traps set around the gym. No invisible walls this time, none of you trainers. After set up, you‘re all dismissed for the day.” He shewed and began looking over a few vials on a desk next to a human skull and some writings. “Hmm..”Sweet Poison Prequal by invadermayhem
Green had put away his bike and ran the whole way laughing racing his newly evolved Charizard down the street as it flew over his head just fast enough to make the boy work for it without darting off ahead. The pokémon grabbed him and lifted him over the ledge dropping him between the pokécenter and gym. He looked up not sure which to go for first but looked to his partner for the answer, his Charizard gave a huff pointing its muzzle to the center for a quick heal all before bat
Sweet PoisonIf there was one thing Green hated it was surprises. After all those years and finally settling down into a cozy niche as a gym leader he got a surprise phone call. That made him frown instantly. The former trainer never got good news. Before he could reach over to answer the phone stopped. He shrugged checking the caller ID, Mt. Silver pokémon center. “Well well, look who wants a ride home.” He smirked to himself figuring his rival too proud to actually admit he needed help. Green got his coat and hopped on Pidgeot who was patently waiting to fly directly to the center.Sweet Poison by invadermayhem
Once inside he looked around finally turning to the nurse. “Excuse me. You seen a trainer in a stupid red hat come by here?” He was casual as ever and knew it couldn’t have been a prank since only Red, family and a few select gym leaders had his number. “Yes. He went back into the cave before I could say anything. Looked really cold.” She tapped her chin. Green gav
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.Genghis by TheMitmit
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a