Doubts - the unwanted food for thought.
Characters: brbstealingpknm and vatheon
Location: All around Vatheon.
Time: Dawn to dusk.
Style: I'll follow you.
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN!
"This is pathetic. " It was muttered under his breath, not meant to be heard by anyone, Silver glaring at the ground as he walked, letting his feet take him wherever.
He was weak like the other trainers. Or was becoming like them - becoming weak enough to allow doubts to surface in his mind, the words bitter pills to swallow - and stupid, too. Red's quiet proclamation that being nice to Pokemon got you want you wanted far easier than his own methods. It was a load of crap and only the strong mattered. The weak and useless were tossed away. And then there was N's words that he'll never face a Champion. Again, wrong. He'd faced Gold last weak, and wiped the floor with him. Though.... Gold had said some stupid things too. That he should treat the rest of his team like Bree -
A fist hit a tree, bark scraping skin and drawing some blood. Pokemon are tools and nothing more. Bree was just a tool - something he had when he was younger, before he headed over to Johto. Nothing more and he'd left her - IT - behind as IT was weak. He didn't miss a weak Pokemon - didn't even care for her! But he did miss her, did care for her - He shook his head, chasing the thoughts away. Now was not the time.
Friendship... Respect... Trust. How would they help in raising his Pokemon? It was unwanted food for thought, though he couldn't seem to make it go away, no matter where he walked in Vatheon.
"Tch, Stupid thoughts." He snorted and shoved his hands into pockets, changing direction once again, this time towards the forest.
Maybe he just needed to get away from morons for a while.
Location: All around Vatheon.
Time: Dawn to dusk.
Style: I'll follow you.
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN!
"This is pathetic. " It was muttered under his breath, not meant to be heard by anyone, Silver glaring at the ground as he walked, letting his feet take him wherever.
He was weak like the other trainers. Or was becoming like them - becoming weak enough to allow doubts to surface in his mind, the words bitter pills to swallow - and stupid, too. Red's quiet proclamation that being nice to Pokemon got you want you wanted far easier than his own methods. It was a load of crap and only the strong mattered. The weak and useless were tossed away. And then there was N's words that he'll never face a Champion. Again, wrong. He'd faced Gold last weak, and wiped the floor with him. Though.... Gold had said some stupid things too. That he should treat the rest of his team like Bree -
A fist hit a tree, bark scraping skin and drawing some blood. Pokemon are tools and nothing more. Bree was just a tool - something he had when he was younger, before he headed over to Johto. Nothing more and he'd left her - IT - behind as IT was weak. He didn't miss a weak Pokemon - didn't even care for her! But he did miss her, did care for her - He shook his head, chasing the thoughts away. Now was not the time.
Friendship... Respect... Trust. How would they help in raising his Pokemon? It was unwanted food for thought, though he couldn't seem to make it go away, no matter where he walked in Vatheon.
"Tch, Stupid thoughts." He snorted and shoved his hands into pockets, changing direction once again, this time towards the forest.
Maybe he just needed to get away from morons for a while.