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kisenth · 2 years

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interview with raihan : gymleaders

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ "--sure, all us leaders get along great and stuff, but even we got people we prefer to hang out with, and people we don't. I don't mean that in any bad sorta way or anything, but some people you just click with better, know what I'm saying?"

˙ "Me? Me and Kabu visit each other when we're near each other's town. You know Hoenn, the place he's from? Real interesting to hear things about that I didn't discover when I was on my trip there in the past. Each time he talks about his old home it's making me want to hop on a plane for another vacation, hah." But, if he ever DOES get the time for it? He knows a certain someone he's calling ahead to clear up his schedule for him.

˙ "Not just that, though. Our Torkoals just hit it off the moment they met. You'd think them siblings or something - can't pry them away from each other the moment they meet again.” a small laugh slips out when he thinks of how both him and Kabu were stuck bribing their Pokémon the last time. At this point he's not certain if it's wanting to be bribed with snacks first or wanting to stick together that makes them so hard to separate, but he kinda leans towards both. “He's also got a fountain of knowledge when it comes to some Pokémon we don't got around here. Sure, I won't catch 'em, but it's still nice to hear about them."

˙ "Someone I don't hang around with now? Err, I stay clear of Circhester when I can. No, no, me and Gordie are cool, but his mum? Err, don't get me wrong, lovely woman and great gym leader, but, dragons and ice yanno? And when the moment she spots me-" he shakes his head, just barely suppressing a shudder. "Nice lady, but at a distance." especially since he just KNOWS that half the things that flashed through his mind like his life was coming to an end, were things she did to him on purpose. That, and he's just not all that great with cold places and misty terrains, so Circhester isn’t his friend no matter how you look at it.

˙ "But I'm serious, as a person she's great. She's raising all those kids and still makes for a strong gym holder. Ain't a leader I ever beat." not surprising, considering how her typing is the bane of his, but he knows there's more than just types involved in battles, and he'll readily agree that she's the real deal on all battle fronts. Even if he’s sure he’d win if their types were at least neutral.

˙ "I'm not all that great at dealing with Opal either, though it's gotten better now that she took a fancy to someone to succeed her, we got more to talk about now." Before there just wasn't much. Their Pokémon are such mismatches there's little to talk about in terms of battles or raising, but he respected her as a person and a leader nonetheless. It takes a good bit of strength, both physical and mental, to be a gym leader after all - and the old lady still persevered even at her age. That's worth some serious respect in his eyes. "Either way, there's a whole lot to be learned from watching her battle, that's for sure."

˙ "Ah- Piers can be fun to hang out with as well, even if he tends to talk like everything's a bother, keheh." a flash of teeth shows as he grins sharply. "Still, the moment his sister comes up? Big ol' drama queen. Still, big brothers gotta stick together, so sometimes we and Gordie go for drinks together. Piers doesn't really get what it's like to be the big bro of a whole litter of runts, but that doesn't matter. Any person who puts their little siblings first is welcome to join that little club of ours."

˙ "Actually, thinking bout it... Huh. We're often so busy talking about our sibs that we rarely even talk about work stuff. Doesn't happen a lot when you put a bunch of gym leaders together, eh?" he shakes his head with an amused hum.

˙ "Well, it's like I said. Us leaders all pretty okay with each other. We see each other a lot for league stuff and exhibition matches and whatnot after all, and when we need some advice on gym stuff we can all only really turn to each other. So it's not weird to pop by each other's gyms when we happen to be near during a trip, to catch up on interesting challengers and other sort stuff. We're rivals of course, because we get ranked by our strength as well, but at the same time we're comrades in arms who try to help each other reach greater heights with things like matches, training camps for us leaders and our gym trainers, and even just winding down with people who properly get how tough the job can be."

˙ "There ain't a single one of them that I dislike, though it seems like the new generation is starting to take over, little by little, doesn't it? I wonder how else our setup is going to change from here on out."

#「 RAIHAN LOCKE 」 BRING THE STORM !

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bills-pokedex · 3 years

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This isn't an ask, just checking up on you to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Lanette worries a lot about you.

I know, anonymous, and it’s very sweet. At the risk of sharing a bit too much personal information, I just hope that I’m reciprocating well enough.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I understand fully that there’s no wrong way to reciprocate, and anyway, relationships of all sorts are different for every circumstance and for every person. But the point is...

Well. I suppose the point is I worry about her too.

Anyway, to answer your question, I am indeed taking care of myself. In fact, that folds into why you haven’t quite heard a lot from me lately, other than the difficulty in typing one-handed for about half of last month. It’s not that I’m busy. In fact, if anything, I’ve started incorporating breaks into my schedule, which apparently has been quite a shock to the Institute. They’ve sent me emails to make sure I’m still alive and human, simply because I’m neither fifteen days ahead of schedule on my current projects nor working fifteen hours a day for six days a week. It’s odd, really—just realizing how much time you’ve spent at work when you have someone urging you to take tea and eat a proper meal and even sleep every day.

In short, yes, I’m fine. But thank you for checking on me, of course.

[Lanette can smell something burning.

It’s not wires. It’s not electricity. It’s not even wood, which sometimes happens when Bill’s playing with dragonfire again. No, it’s something else. Something ... familiar.

She pokes her head out of her room. Or, well, it’s not really her room as much as it is their room; since they made things serious, she’s been living at the Sea Cottage and sharing a bed with her partner. But that’s not important because it’s nine in the morning, Bill let her oversleep, and something is burning in the Sea Cottage.

And then the fire alarm goes off. Lanette rushes to the kitchen where she knows Bill’s kept the only fire alarm in the entire damned building outside of the lab, but she doesn’t have time to do anything because Foxglove is already on it, hovering right beside the alarm while frantically waving a tea towel in its general direction. Bill, meanwhile, is in front of the stove, covering one of the burners with a lid while staring fervently at Foxglove—probably issuing silent commands that the kadabra is frantically obeying.

“Um.”

And just like that, the tension between the trainer and his pokémon is broken, giving way to a wild look from Bill. He’s a growlithe caught in the act of setting the curtains ablaze, and he knows this is not proper behavior.

“Lanette!” he cries. Then, clearing his throat, he forces a smile. “Ah ... good morning?”

“Good morning to you,” she says. “There’s a fan above the stove. Reach up and press the button.”

Bill looks up at the console on the hood above him. “Oh. Of course.”

He follows her instructions, and the roar of the vent fan swallows the beeping of the fire alarm. Lanette puts her hands into the pockets of her linen pajama pants, then looks up at Foxglove.

“Twist it open, then remove the batteries,” she says.

Foxglove jumps to it, as if he was actually waiting for that instruction. And he probably was. Lanette doesn’t say anything to this, instead walking past him to Bill’s side. By the time she reaches the stove, the fire alarm is finally off. There was smoke, but there’s no fire—or at least, there shouldn’t be one, now that Bill’s suffocated the absolute crap out of it. She peers down at the stove to see a half-empty sauce pot full of scalded ... milk? She inhales and catches the scent.

Ah. Not cow milk. Coconut milk. And chocolate, it looks like. What’s left in the pan has separated into a slurry of curds, clumped-up cocoa powder, and thin water. Some of the concoction has dribbled down the side of the pan, and this tells her everything she needs to know, even before she gently nudges Bill’s hands off the pot lid and sees the burned remnants of hot chocolate forming a half-ring around the glass-top burner.

“I’d only taken my eyes off of it for a second!” Bill exclaimed, his words rushing into each other.

She gives him a reassuring but sympathetic smile but takes the handle of the pot and gives it a swirl. Badly curdled. Looks like it’s beyond repair, not that this would help the fact that half of it is all over the stovetop.

“It happens to the best of us,” she says. “Milk curdles and boils over, no matter what kind you use. Some do it faster than others.”

She takes the pot to the sink and empties it, then rinses it out and returns it to the stove—the other front burner this time.

“Wanna try again?” she asks.

Bill snaps out of his daze. He’d been looking at the burner while Lanette was working, as if debating something in his head. And noticing this expression, Lanette slides the lid back over the ring.

“You’ll ... want to let it cool for a bit,” she says. “Anyway, grab more coconut milk.”

He does so, and he’s back at her side in less than a second, silently nudging her out of the way of the pot as he fiddles with the cans.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” he says. First can pops open, and in it goes.

“I probably should be up anyway,” she says. “It’s never good to sleep until noon.”

He doesn’t say anything to this. Instead, he reaches for the mess on the counter next to the stove and measures out cocoa powder. All the while, he continues as if she hadn’t said anything. “Honestly, I was hoping this would be a surprise. You’d just walked in on, well, part one.”

“Part one?”

“Yes. Cocoa. I’ve seen you make it, so I thought I could. The rest, however...”

She winces a little and gives him an uncertain look. “What was the rest?”

Bill clears his throat again, then mumbles something Lanette is almost certain is “French toast,” but she can’t be too certain.

“You had no idea how to make it, did you?” she asks.

“I have a recipe.”

“A recipe?”

A pause.

“No,” Bill admits. “I do not know how to make French toast.”

Lanette’s uncertain look cracks into one of gentle sympathy. She clears off the pot lid and starts cleaning up the burner next to her partner. She’ll need it, she realizes.

“I appreciate the effort,” she says slowly, “but I have to ask...”

“Yes?” Bill’s watching the pot like a pidgeot this time. Steady. Unwavering. Dedicated to seeing this through, one way or another.

“Why?” Lanette asks.

Bill smiles sheepishly, though he doesn’t take his eyes off the pot. “It’s ... ah. Well. Today is special, so I thought—”

“Special?”

“It’s-it’s Valentine’s Day,” Bill replies bluntly.

“Ah.”

Lanette retrieves a pot from a cabinet, followed by a bowl. There’s a small collection of items—packaged bread, eggs, coconut milk, cinnamon, sugar, vanilla—that’s materialized on a blank spot of the cabinet; Foxglove curls up in the corner after what he believes to be a job well done. Lanette mentally thanks him, then cracks an egg into the bowl.

“Don’t Johtonian men usually treat their significant others on White Day?” she asks.

“‘Men’ is a complicated word,” Bill replies.

She nearly points out that he’s dodging the question, but she doesn’t. She just snorts and finishes cracking eggs.

“But, ah. The truth is...” Bill punctuates his half-thought by stirring the hot cocoa.

“Yes?”

“I wanted to thank you.”

Lanette mixes the toast batter in silence. She doesn’t mean to go quiet. It just sort of ... happens. Mostly because she’s confused. But she also knows that whatever he’s trying to say, it’s hard for him.

Because, well. Bill’s like that. He’s always been like that. He’s so good about addressing the whole concept of emotions and about paying attention to other people’s, but when it comes time for him to talk about his own? He just sort of ... clams up.

Lanette knows why, of course. She’s the only person who knows why, she’s pretty sure. Bill doesn’t trust easily—not generally speaking, and certainly not when it comes to this. It’ll take work for him to untangle that mess, and ... well, she can’t quite say she’s helping him work on that so much as realizing there’s a mess at all. But ... even small progress is progress.

“For what?” she asks. Quietly, of course. She doesn’t want to scare him off.

“For—” Bill stops. Catches himself. Tries again. “Well, for everything.”

Lanette gives him another reassuring smile and nods to the pot. “It’s probably done.”

Oil in the pan. Heat. First slice on. It’ll take time, like all things. Luckily, not as much time as fixing whatever’s going on with Bill, but still. He pours the cocoa and goes to set the mugs on the table, and it’s here that Lanette notices most of the pokémon have been cleared out.

“Did you recall everyone?” she asks.

“Of course I did,” he replies. “Do you have any idea what Primrose would do if she got her hands on this stuff?”

Lanette does, and it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. But still...

“Lanette?”

She freezes. There’s something to his voice.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he says.

She tenses again. She flicks through everything she knows about Bill. See, he’s really about patterns, if you just look hard enough. As chaotic as he might be in the lab, if you’ve been with him long enough, you can sort of predict what he’ll say next because all of his idiosyncrasies follow this rhythm—one that Lanette has spent a good portion of her life studying and understanding.

So she knows where this is heading.

“Bill,” she says. “If you’re about to ask me if I’m happy here, the answer is I am. I know I have a lab in Hoenn. We’ll figure out what to do with that soon.” She hears him breathe in and cuts him off again. “And I know it’s been weeks since you’ve gotten your cast off and since we came back from Crown Tundra, so now’s a good time, but ... I don’t know. There’s a lot to do to sort things out there—and I know you’ll be okay with helping, not to mention you might have to in order to help me figure out how to run Hoenn’s system remotely, but—”

“Lanette.”

“The point is that yes, I’m serious when I say I want to be here, okay? I’m serious when I say I want to stay here, not because I’m worried about whether or not those flygon genes will mess you up because apparently they won’t, but instead bec—”

“Lanette.”

“Bill, I’m trying to—”

She suddenly realizes he’s directly behind her, and she realizes this because a tail winds around her waist, and wings fold over her. He’s mostly human, but apparently, he felt he needed this many limbs to ease what she now realizes was ... probably a little more insistent and frantic than she’d intended. Where did that even come from? She relaxes in his arms.

“I know,” he says. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

Lanette runs through all the possibilities. Which one did she overlook? “Then ... what did you want to talk about?” She pauses. “You’re not about to propose, are you?”

“What? No.”

He rests his head on her shoulder. “I ... I love you. That’s what this is about.”

Lanette pauses. Bill admitting his feelings? Not mincing words? Not framing it as “I care deeply about you”? This. This is new.

“I love you too,” she replies. She doesn’t know what else to say. She leans against him and closes her eyes, and they stand there for a moment until Bill lifts his head.

“Is it supposed to be that dark?” he asks.

Lanette snaps her eyes and looks down at the pan and immediately reaches for the pot lid.

“Um,” she squeaks. “No. No, it’s not.”]

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tumblunni · 7 years

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Random Long Post About Charon!

This is random, but I feel like fans often don’t take into consideration what Professor Rowan says during the Rotom event. I think his words actually make it very clear that Charon was the kid who wrote the diary and shines some light on Charon’s motivation for acting like a jerk to Rotom. I’ll explain why I believe this: “Ah, imagine finding you here! You must be eager to fill your Pokédex to be searching even here. What am I doing? I visit a professor I know in Eterna every so often. He tells me intriguing rumors of rare Pokémon sightings and such.” This part isn’t particularly relevant (though I do sort of wonder if the Professor Rowan visits is actually Charon himself), but this next part definitely is: “A Pokémon that slips into electric appliances, you say… Hmm… That is somewhat off from what I’ve heard about it. Hmm… This is what I’ve heard. Long ago, there was a Pokémon that merged with a toy robot. Should that Pokémon be recognized as a new species or not… Debates over the issue were about to start when they were rendered moot. The very topic of discussion–the Pokémon-infused robot–disappeared…” Okay, so the first thing that is really important to note here is that Rowan doesn’t have the exact same information as the player. This means Charon has done research that he was keeping to himself, and fits in with Charon writing that he wants his Rotom research to be a “secret.” But we also learn here that other scientists were at least introduced to Rotom somehow despite this. Now, as for the “topic of discussion… disappeared” part–because Charon’s lab is secret, these words don’t refer to Rotom leaving the lab. Instead, they must refer to Charon putting it in that lab to keep it a secret. This might seem odd at first–why would Rotom have been introduced to scientists in the first place at all then…? But I actually think this all makes sense. Here’s a stripped-down version of the backstory based on all these details: –Charon obtains information about Rotom “by pure chance,” as he writes in the journal we know for a fact is his. –Other researchers somehow knew about it and were going to start debates about it. –Rotom is locked away in the lab by Charon so that he would get all the credit for describing it. –Rotom eventually leaves the lab. This still haves a lot to be desired. Is Charon the same person who found Rotom as a child? It seems that way, since the speech patterns and diction are the same. But then how and why did other researchers learn about Rotom in the first place? Why did Charon want all the credit only after this happened? Here is where analyzing Charon’s character makes everything clear. Obviously, Charon is a greedy person. Specifically, he seems to be someone who is pragmatic to the point of being a cynical jerk. He desires money for himself and his team, but we know from his dialogue that it’s because he thinks people can’t achieve anything without it. We can also see that Charon has a high opinion of himself (he says so), but it also seems like he may have a low opinion of himself at the same time. The fact that he keeps trying to assert his self-worth, brag, and explain that he has a place in Team Galactic every time he speaks in-game hints at this. Also, Charon’s own co-workers hate him. Considering his plan at the end of the game, we know that if Charon were presented with a way to make himself known to all, he would do everything he could to make that happen. He also at one point says “I like seeing children try their best,” which sounds a bit weird out-of-context, but makes perfect sense if the Rotom kid’s childhood was his. Putting together all of the information I’ve discussed, here is my interpretation, applying Occam’s Razor the whole way through, of the story behind the Rotom event: –Charon came across information about Rotom “by pure chance.” How? When it came out of a lawnmower in his childhood. –At some point, Charon was excited to tell everyone about Rotom. They were probably still close friends at this point. –Other researchers were going to start debates on Rotom after Charon gave them some information about it. –Because of Charon’s greed, desire to belong, and selfishness, he became possessive and wanted to get “all the credit.” He freaked out and locked Rotom away in his secret lab. –Everyone was confused because it had disappeared, and debates couldn’t continue. –Rotom was upset and tired of being stuck in the lab and left. I’m almost certain this is the story the writers intended.

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Bunni’s comments! (is it a tad awkward that you keep sending these as submissions? have you thought about posting your thoughts on your own blog and then I could reblog them? sorry to make you go to all this trouble!)

REALLY LONG THOUGHTS BELOW THE CUT:

This is a really well reasoned theory!! I dunno if we’ll ever really be able to know what story the writers intended until we actually get this plotline expanded in a remake HINT HINT NINTENDO But it does definately seem to me that Charon = kid who had that cute backstory in that journal literally in Charon’s lab written like Charon talks and nobody else does. That seems very much like the simplest option to me, and it makes this character so much more well-developed, yet its kinda not a popuar theory.. alas... I don’t completely follow this exact sequence of events in my headcanons but I do think it fits perfectly with everything we know so far. You’re so good at analysis!!

Personally I think maybe people forget about Rowan’s few sentences at the start of the event... just cos the event is really hard to find. Practically nobody actually played this thing, I certainly never got a chance to do it until a decade later when i was able to emulate + use gamesharks. So before that I got my information secondhand through script-dumps and lets play videos, and a lot of people seem to leave out the rowan bit. A lot of people actually leave out the diary too! It seems even people who actually played the event didnt realise it was there, just grabbed their new rotom form and left. Alas poor Charon, ignored even in a meta sense! Also on Bulbapedia the script-dumps are organized weird. The actual page for the event and the Rotom Room as an area don’t contain it, its just got the diary part and the rowan part cut off separate and put on charon and rowan’s pages respectively.

Anyway, my personal thoughts + alternate interpretation to add to this!

To me it didnt sound like someone else discovered a rotom and tried to start these debates, then Charon freaked out at the competition and became paranoid. To me it sounded like Rowan was talking about someone (Charon) who started a debate and then suddenly vanished on the day it was going to take place. i dunno, just the way it was phrased seemed to come off like this was some relative unknown who popped up with this information about rotom, and then everyone assembled to hear him out. Cos specifically the ONLY information Rowan knows is that its ‘a pokemon that can possess a toy robot’, you’d think if multiple scientists were debating the existence of rotom for a long time then they’d have more info than that, info that isnt super specific to Charon’s situation. Or, at least, you’d think that if they were still researching rotom AFTER this one failed conference, they would have gained more info by now? I dunno, its hard to explain what I mean.

So, the basis for all my deductions is this interpretation that Charon (at least for that moment) had decided his rotom research was finished and wanted to reveal it. For me, the big question is... why didnt he?

WHY would Charon not want to boast about his discovery in this ‘debate about rotom’? We know at least one famous pokemon professor was gonna be there! Charon’s whole thing is (supposedly) wanting to become famous cos of rotom, absolutely no attatchment to it except as a revenue source, yep totally, no lies here. So you’d think that joining in a big debate with a bunch of high ranking scientists and making his great reveal would be.. like.. exactly what he wanted?? Why did it not happen??

My interpretation of this is kind of a mushy one linked to my general irrational decision that this man is potentially redeemable and totally has a soul. Alas, why can I never leave the grampademption train! I think that maybe this was some sort of major moment where the good and bad sides of his character clashed. REALLY CLASHED. He’s spent so many years trying to lock off himself into two mutually conflicting boxes, the innocent kid who sees this pokemon as a friend and the bitter cynical old bastard who wants to become famous off it. And now he has to choose, and it led to a complete mental breakdown! He initially chose money over rotom, he was gonna go ahead with the presentation. But then his better side won out and he cancelled it at the last second. He got cold feet, being scared of losing his best friend. Maybe he was actually going so far as to do some sort of morally repugnant deal, he was gonna sell rotom off to the highest bidder and never see it again? Or it’d have to be dissected as the first specemin of a new species, or locked up forever and experimented upon? Or maybe its just simply.. when you only have one friend in the world you kinda wonder if they’d want to keep you around if they found another friend. Maybe he thought rotom only needed him because of his research, maybe he thought it would become just as greedy as him if it got the chance? Maybe he thought that it would leave him if he let anyone else know it existed, which is what led to his growing paranoia and decision that his research was perpetually ‘not done yet’. (Cos seriously, what you see of his lab and stuff seems pretty finished???)

So that’s my interpretation of why he and rotom ‘vanished’ at that point, but then there’s the question of how they ended up separated. this is now going into complete fanfic territory, I dont really have evidence for any of it. In my image of how this whole scene would go down, mid-freakout Charon would have snapped at rotom and it led to an argument that ultimately resulted in like... triple decker bonus back of Regrettable Decisions. Charon’s been shown to kinda dig himself further into his own grave whenever his plans go wrong. So here we go, scene is set with Charon suddenly grabbing everything and running the fuck out the fire exit, five seconds before the meeting is about to start. From rotom’s perspective, it has NO IDEA what is going on, it just listens when he says to get in the pokeball. And now we have Charon in the position of having NO CLUE how to explain this all when he opens that pokeball again, he’d never just be honest about his feelings. Hell, he’s such an emotionally stunted guy wrapped up in his own neuroses, i don’t know if he’d even be honest about his feelings to HIMSELF! He just sitting here having a panic attack like ‘why did i do that?? I was about to become rich??’ Giant neon sign flies overhead saying ‘YOU HAVE EMOTIONS’, he ignores it. I figure he’d also exaggerate it in his head and destroy his entire scientific career just because he thinks he’s embarassed himself too much to go back. And he’s decided that this somehow proves that being a good person will only ruin all your dreams, and you have to be as bitter as possible to succeed. this is where he went from a dubious guy who occasionally breaks the law to ‘well I’d better jump off the slippery slope forever and join a space based evil team, literally just because of One Social Anxiety Moment’. (Relateable, amirite?) And ironically everyone he met that day is literally just thinking ‘oh god what happened to that guy, is he okay?’ and would have totally understood if he just explained his damn self... So all his panic comes to a head and he decides to blame rotom rather than actually do some in-depth analysis of his own life choices. I feel bad because I don’t want to hurt my friend?? I personally value friends higher than money? No, nonsense, you’ve somehow CORRUPTED ME! How could you do this, don’t you know how important that meeting was? WAS THIS YOUR PLAN ALL ALONG??? It was my ONE CHANCE! (apparantly, according to me)

So even though he just ran away because he didn’t want to lose rotom.... he throws away rotom. (just imagine the internal screaming this man must have experienced for the next twenty years)

It was a stupid, STUPID decision based on misdirected anger that he should have been aiming at himself. Nope, can’t believe that the great charon might have made a mistake, that friendship might indeed be a thing that exists in your dried up old heart. Instead it has just proven that friendship = weakness! And now because of this you’ve turned a salvageable situation into the worst disaster possible, yet again. (Man, I feel like Charon can barely survive without rotom. Its not just his conscience but a large chunk of his common sense...)

And rotom of course has NO IDEA why its suddenly been abandoned, so it probably was a really depressing time sitting alone in its trainer’s old house, hoping he’ll eventually come back so you can apologise for something that you don’t even know what it is... And at the same time we have Charon freaking the fuck out for decades, too caught up in his own neuroses to make the very simple decision of just turning around and walking back to where he left that pokeball. And even if he got there, what would he even say? Would he actually have the balls to admit he was wrong, or would he make excuses? ‘Oh, I was just too busy to visit, so much work to do, don’t make a mountain out of a molehill’ In his darkest moments he even considers that maybe he’s wrong to regret this decision at all. ‘But I did the right thing, I don’t need rotom, I don’t need anyone, I have to sacrifice everything to be famous...’ He’s probably even managed to get all the way to the door of the old chateau before running away yet again, leaving rotom thinking it just imagined seeing him outside the window :( Its like in his past when he startled rotom and it thought it had hurt him, but this is if he didn’t chase after it and just left time frozen on that moment. Well, he wishes it was, that he could just choose any second to take back his decision and everything would go back to normal. Never that easy, though...

I APOLOGISE FOR OVERLY LONG POORLY EXPLAINED FANFIC THOUGHTS WHILE I AM SLEEP DEPRIVED ok i need to go cry over dumb grandpas and then probably get some damn rest

oh wait one last random headcanon! i think that charon’s secret lab in team galactic eterna building is actually something he only built after the big moment of abandoning his pokemon Why does Charon have a rotom lab here if he doesnt have a rotom anymore? sure it could just mean he lost his rotom relatively recently, but since my fanfic idea places it earlier in the timeline I like to think that maybe he’s made this room in case he ever gets rotom back. He made a bunch of form-machines even better than the old ones, and decorated the place all fancy, and hopes that maybe it could be at least a small apology for all the suffering he’s put his friend through. Though he doesnt understand that rotom isnt as superficial as he is, so he cant just buy back its love... He just sits in there are rereads his journal whenever he gets nostalgic, he hasnt actually done any science in there for years. Also, it would maybe explain the duplicate rotom lab in silph co in HGSS? that’s the original, and he’s tried to make his new galactic lab as similar as possible because of how guilty he feels, and how he wants to just escape that guilt by turning back time instead of actually saying sorry.

A big thing I always struggle with in writing redemptiony fics is whether I’m lessening a character’s evil and forgiving them too easily and all. I think this series of events would definately still qualify as A Total Dick Move, even if its one that actually has a reason to it other than just ‘i’m evil’, and hurt himself as much as he hurt rotom. And man its so frustrating, seriously I’m here like ‘DUDE STOP IGNORING YOUR EPIPHANIES, JUST GO APOLOGIZE’ yet I also know that if I make him do it immediately and have everything resolved without conflict it’ll be so much less of a believeable redemption arc :P so yeah believe me i still wanna slap charon just as much as everyone who hates charon does, just for different reasons XD Also he needs a hug too. But he needs to do a lot of development before he could actually earn it!

#charonnningggg ramblinggggg #oh no u unleashed the Bunni Thoughts #just imagine him standing on a cliff and a bunch of choose-your-own-adventure text boxes pop up #Option A: become famous and lose your best friend #Option B: keep best friend and sacrifice famous #he somehow picks option C and throws rotomm off the cliff #IMMEDIATE SCREAMING #You have picked: lose both #new theory: charon is so short cos he spent the next decade kicking himself #submission

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