Can't douse the flames [Frieda]

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"but you're hot" but i think you kinda know "really hopin' you don't blow it" so bring it


"Wafer, pretty sure you aren't supposed to eat that." Blaise commented as Wafer tried for what must have been the third time to sink her teeth into the Sign that pointed to Snowpoint City. Blaise sighed, but gave her a light smile. In many, many ways, she was just like Chewy used to be, and he hadn't decided if that was good or bad yet. But for now, he would assume it was alright. He finally pried the Pokemon from the sign and stuffed her inside of his large jacket, zipping it up so her head was sticking out. The Espurr blinked and seemed to realize how cold it was now, because she simply sunk into his jacket, keeping her ears glued to her head as she sunk all the way inside. Blaise looked down. Worst part about this Jacket? It was so puffy, that it almost looked like Wafer wasn't even there.

"Stay there." he mentioned in a flat tone, placing his hands into the deep jacket pockets.Of all the places, he ended up here. Why? Well, when he returned from Kalos, he heard something about Candice going missing. As bad as that was, someone had taken her place, and it happened to be someone he knew rather well by name. Frieda. He was sure it was his Frieda, there was no mistaking it. And that's why he was headed out to see her today. He kind of hadn't told her that he had left in the first place, but that day he had tried to tell her, he pretty much made her angry before he had the chance.

He had before, explored the possibility that she had become interested in some other guy by now, he had been gone a long time. And well, they weren't exactly together at all. But he knew that she was the one he loved to bother, and like him or not, she would know well enough that'd he'd always come find her. He was after all, her personal stalker. He smiled at the thought as he finally entered the snow-clad city. It was still hard to walk with the ankle deep snow. Really, of all the places, she'd become a gym leader here? Well, then again, he supposed she loved ice, so if this was normal for her, he'd deal.

However, the second that he passed a truck, tires sunken into the deep snow, he felt Wafer wriggle around in his jacket. Suddenly, he watched her plop into the snow and he saw a line of snow being displaced as the Espurr trudged through it. Esspurr! Ears lifted, and the power flowed out. The truck was lost in a sea of power, and in less than a minute, there was no more truck, and Snowpoint was officially missing two of its trees. The owner of the truck that was nearby, stalked over to Blaise.

"Wha- My.. H-how, you!" Blaise blinked in a bored manor, mor or less taking it as the man started yelling at him with fifty different versions of curse words that he was sure was the same.

"Didn't do it." Blaise answered simply, boredly. The man stopped his yelling ans stared at him, confused. Blaise didn't speak until he was sure that Wafer was making her way back to him. "It went that way." The man looked away, and the moment he did, Blaise plucked Wafer from the ground and shoved her into his coat again.

"I don't see any-" and he was gone. Blaise was sure he was far enough after a few minutes, and found the gym with ease. It was the only building in the center of the City. He walked in and glanced over at one of the gym trainers. "Yo. Mind telling the leader here that one of her stalkers is here to see her?" The worst part, he seemed totally serious.

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i never thought you'd hurt me, i guess you live and learn

BUT, BABY, DON'T TREAT ME BAD

when you're playin' with fire you're bound to get burned

words 1123 words. tagged BLAISE JIONE notes ha ha. um. sorry if i went a little overboard here. X'D

Frieda had never been the most decisive person in the world. Actually, decisiveness had always been one of her weakest points. Therefor, it was no surprise when, upon returning to the Snowpoint Gym – being careful to bundle up and not touch a single snowflake on her way through town, to boot – she struggled every step of the way trying to figure how to organize things and such. There wasn't much to do, really, if she was honest with herself; the league dealt with most matters and there was still a lot left over from the previous gym leader. They even had the same type and all, meaning that they didn't even have to change the badge. Her only issue at the moment was figuring out what Pokemon she wanted to use in battle and which one to send out first to get an edge on everything. As much as it had pained her, she figured that it'd be best to store Muffin and little Bubblegum into the PC for the stronger, less likable Sealo and Glalie she'd yet to name. At that point, she was torn between starting with her strongest Pokemon unlike many Gym Leaders before her to get a head start – her Glaceon, Steak – or just use said Sealeo to counter the fire-type many challengers would figure to start out with. Or maybe she could be an “evasion... noob?” and use double team on Burger, her Froslass until noting could hit it. Ooo, yeah, that would be a great strategy. “That's a horrible strategy,” the gym trainer trying to help out next to her said sharply, seeing as the rookie gym leader must have been thinking allow. “Froslass is a ghost-type, moron. Faint Attack is a widely used dark-type attack that always hits. Of course people are going to use it and their going to use it a lot.” Growling, the red-haired woman ran her fingers through her messy bangs and tossed that idea out the window, as well. As much as she hated to admit it, though, the male beside her had a point. Not that he had to be so mean about it. “Well... Um... I could use ma' Snover first? I mean, if they use a fire-type, it'd be kinda bad, but Blueberry's pretty fast and I might be able to get a Swagger in before they can attack... And since that boosts physical moves which don't usually come with the fire-type... I'd get the confusion an' get away without much extra damage. And then I can spam Blizzard an' totally kick all their fat, lazy butts?” The young man seemed to contemplate this, though she couldn't tell if it was because it was an honestly good plan and he was trying to find the flaws or if it was right on the brink of being good and bad. “Work on speed more just in case and try that a couple of times on practice trainers to make sure it's sound. Fire-types are usually pretty fast, so that plan might not work as well as you'd hoped.” Waving her hand dismissively at him, she whined, “Right, right, blah blah blah, whatever you sa-” “Frieda?” Her childish ramblings were abruptly cut off when one of the other leftover gym trainers from Candice's rule over the gym poked her head in, expression clearly displaying that which could only be labled as confusion. “Um... Someone wants to see you.” Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. That was going to be a challenger, wasn't it? Crud! She was doomed! She couldn't fight anyone yet! She was going to make a fool out of herself! The teen who'd been helping out before rested a hand on her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at what she assumed was a visible freakout and she calmed down enough to hear the last part the girl before them tacked on. “He, uh... says he's a stalker of your's?” She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “A stalk...? … Oh no. Oh heeeeeeeeck no.” Jumping to her feet and fetching her lance from the corner for good measure to make her look even more angry than she already was, she brushed passed the weaker trainer before her and started power walking in a bee line toward the front of the building. The universe was not telling her that he'd just up and left without a word and was choosing now of all times to come back. Nope. This was not a thing that was happening. Except it was. Because the moment she shoved through another door, grip on her lance so tight her knuckles were turning white, there he was, brown eyes, blond hair, perfect face, and all, staring at her with such a perfectly blank expression it made her want to claw her eyes out. Well, the lance was right there, it was a better time than any, right? Okay, ha, ha, joke time was over, no. “Looks like ya' came back, huh?” Frieda said a little too coldly and a little too loudly, acutely aware of the two heads of her only gym trainers peeking out to see what the fuss was about from being the door. Only, she wished they weren't for what came next. Because no, it was too much all at once; she'd just opened herself up to a world of pain by running away from the Knights and then sticking herself in a position where everyone would know who she was and where she was and he hadn't been there when she needed him most and now he was showing up? Weapon falling to the floor with a series of clatters, she launched herself forward in a weak, but meaningful attack, already crying like a baby. “Where did you go?” the gym leader demanded like a love sick teenager. Oh, wait. Ha ha. That's what she was, wasn't she? “I was stupid and stuff happened an' I looked all over for you, but I couldn't find you an' now your here and I seriously wanna beat the living turds out of you and -” From there, her words started to mingle in with one another, each stressed syllable further reinforced with a fist aimed for somewhere in his chest area. She didn't care where her blows landed, really, as long as they landed and they hurt, because there was no way he was getting off without her beating his brains out to the best of her ability.

let's just get back to the way it was before

deltra of gangnam style

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Blaise had been standing there for a little while now. Wafer had already slipped herself out of his jacket again, seemingly admiring the gym from behind his leg, marveling at the structure. That...well, that, or she was trying to figure out what she wanted to blow up first. She, unlike most of the Pokemon that were labeled 'The Restraint Pokemon', was actually very happy with her power to basically vaporize anything in front of her, and used it so many time since he had gotten her that Blaise was surprised he hadn't been arrested yet. But that was her personality, and he had to accept it with his whole being whether he liked it or not. So instead of paying attention to her purple eyes scanning for their next possible target, Blaise stared off blankly in front of him.

In all honesty, he had really missed Frieda. Even if they weren't a couple by normal standards, and even if she tried to pretend she didn't like them, it had always felt like a cozy relationship. The Pocky games had always been his favorite, mainly because he could always manage a kiss from Frieda before being abruptly smacked upside the head for it. And he got Pocky, so you know, that was another perk he enjoyed. Somehow, he wasn't sure how she was going to feel about him resurfacing. He had always been a wanderer, so not telling people he was leaving normally was the way he went. But he had the bad habit of telling people too late. It probably would have been easier if he had told Frieda earlier, instead of waiting for the day before. That hadn't gone over so well, as he had mused to himself earlier. But that habit of his would probably never change. He was prepared for Frieda to be mad, but he didn't expect what he got next at all.

Then, she was standing in front of him, and if she didn't look as beautiful as he remembered. But, she was also upset, and he could tell that she was  not only upset, but really, really upset. His thoughts were proved when he got a loud, cold response from her. Now it was his time to say something? "Frie-" He supposed not, because what happened next was a whirl. She charged him, but he had seen her tears. Oh. That had been the last thing he had ever wanted to do, was be the reason for any kind of pain she might have been going through. But there it was, the proof in the pudding.

"Frieda, I-" He hardly resisted as she struck at his chest with hard blows. His Espurr had been surprised by the sudden attack and she seemed unsure if she should lift her ears and take care of the problem lightly. Blaise grunted as he took another of Frieda's hits and caught sight of Wafer struggling with the decision of lifting her ears or not in order to protect her trainer. "No!" He called out sharply, causing the small critter to glue her ears against her head completely. He deserved this, he knew he did. He saw the pain in her eyes when she rushed him. Whatever she had gone through while he was gone, he picked a hell of a time to leave.

His chest was aching, and he couldn't take anymore, moving to wrap his arms around her as sort of a half-hug, half- restraint. He needed to gain control of the situation, after he felt like he got what was at least the beginning of what he deserved. He thought of a million things he could say. He had fallen for her, he really had. Even if she didn't know that, he thought it was quite obvious in the way he acted with her. But that probably wasn't something he should say now. Instead, he held her there for a moment, hoping she wouldn't resist.

"I'm sorry." He mentioned in a half whisper, moving to brush some hair from her face. He hated seeing her so hurt, and well, knowing part of it was from him, tch. That could kill him if Frieda didn't first. He had noticed the weapon she was carrying, after all. "I tried to tell you, I'm sorry." He mentioned again. Like that was any excuse. He had waited until the last minute, as always. "I came out here because I needed to see you. I need to explain stuff to you. But I can't do that if you beat me to death first." He mentioned calmly, struggling through the thought of basically going ahead and telling Wafer to give him a blasting or something. He wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes, but for the moment, he wasn't warranted to to much touching. "Please, Frieda." He said, this time his voice raising slightly in a bit of sincere desperateness. "I don't want to see you cry."

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i never thought you'd hurt me, i guess you live and learn

BUT, BABY, DON'T TREAT ME BAD

when you're playin' with fire you're bound to get burned

words 935 words. tagged BLAISE JIONE notes ha ha. um. sorry if i went a little overboard here. X'D

The fact that she was making such a huge, dramatic deal over something as simple as a boy she'd known for a while leaving with little to not warning and randomly coming back never really occurred to her in her frenzy of anger, hurt, and, admittedly, a little bit of relief. She was to blinded by rage at the fact that he'd chosen the absolute worst time to leave and an almost as bad time to show up again, pained by the fact that he hadn't even bothered to actually say something, and glad that he was at least alive. If the Knights had killed him while he was away, she probably would have thrown a rage fit and thrown herself right into their ranks, ice-types in tow and lance ready to chop some idiots' heads off. It was bad enough that they hardly even recognized Evie and all the hard work she did just to get by a little in life, but the very notion that they could have easily done away with the male she was so infatuated with did little to help with her view of – wait. No. She hadn't thought infatuated, right? No, that was stupid. Um. Um. She'd just be angry because... uh... that meant more people dying? Aha. Ha. Nope. That wouldn't explain why his leaving had made her so upset, either. Have fun covering up your trail on that one, Frieda, you beautiful imbecile. It was evident after her rude greeting toward him when she stepped into the front room that Blaise was about to say something, perhaps explain why he was gone. “Frie-” However, she wasn't having any of that nonsense, having made her move before he could even finish saying her name. She was surprised to find, however, that he provided little to no resistance to her angry barrage, trying to start again only to be cut off. “Frieda, I -” While most of her wanted to know what had happened, why he'd left, just to get an explanation that did not involve how he might have hated her, a smaller and more stubborn part didn't want to hear what had happened. Didn't want a reason to not be angry with him. Because, if he'd left, there had to be at least somewhat of a reason, and there was a chance that his reason for leaving could outweigh her reason for being angry at him in the first place. At this point, however, she was just so fed up with everything, and using his torso as a punching bag to let go of her anger at him and at the Knights and at herself was providing the best feeling she'd felt all week. She was vaguely aware of the way her gym trainers slipped awkwardly out and the Espurr that stood near the breeder's feet, but didn't bother to pay attention to that as she focused on hitting harder, harder, harder. “No!” he cried out, but guessing as he didn't move to stop her or even seem to be talking to her at all, she figured he was talking to someone else. That Espurr, maybe? Arg, she didn't care. However, only a moment or so had passed between then and when the blond started wrapping his arms around her in a sort of hug, effectively preventing too much movement in her arms and bringing a steady halt to her attack. For a bit, the red-head struggled against the embrace, trying to get away, but realized it to be futile, instead settling in his grip and burying her face in his shirt. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, and she hardly even heard him at first. “I tried to tell you, I'm sorry,” he said again and suddenly she was remembering her talk with Evie, when the pinkette had asked her if she had been the one who'd run away. She remembered it, the last time they'd spoken, when it seemed like there'd been something he wanted to say but her typical shenanigans had ended up foiling that in the end. Was that what he'd been trying to say? That he was going somewhere? “I came out here because I needed to see you. I need to explain stuff to you. But I can't do that if you beat me to death, first. Please, Frieda. I don't want to see you cry.” There was something almost forlorn about that last part that drained all of the fight out of her and, for a moment, she slopped against him, hating herself a bit more for being so dang unreasonable. But, of course, she couldn't let him honestly think she was crying, right? Pushing away again, this time not much of a struggle but a silent plea to let go, she protested, “I-I'm not crying. My eyes are just... bleeding water.” Having calmed down, she took another glance at the muted purple feline thing at his feet – seriously, she had no idea what to call it – and recognized absently that it was one of the new Kalos Pokemon. Wait. Wait, Kalos? So that must have meant - “S-so you ran off to Kalos, huh? What, figured you were too handsome over here and thought you'd fit in better over there?” she joked miserably, trying to wipe away the tears spilling over her cheeks, but every time she thought they'd stopped, more come in to take their place.

let's just get back to the way it was before

deltra of gangnam style

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"but you're hot" but i think you kinda know "really hopin' you don't blow it" so bring it


Blaise was glad that his holding onto her was working. At first, she struggled like he thought she might, But soon her attack weakened and stopped totally. He felt her slump against him after a while and sighed, gently giving her back a pat or two. At least she was calming down, and with her hot temper, that was something indeed.She let him hold her there for a few moments before she finally gave him a sign she wanted to be let go. He reluctantly loosened his arms and allowed her to step back. He raised an eyebrow at her next statement and idly crossed his arms, visibly wincing when they crossed over his chest, raising an eyebrow at her next statement.

"Bleeding water? I'm pretty sure not even Giritina can do that Frieda. Though, maybe if it had enough reason to try bleeding water-" He paused. That wasn't what they were talking about at the moment. He followed her gaze down to the floor, where he also now noticed Wafer staring up at them, Penetrating purple staring back up at Frieda. He knew the tiny Psychic type wasn't sure what to think. Whether she wanted to trust Frieda or not. Blaise watched her as she quickly fled to hide behind his leg. He glanced down at her, a sigh leaving his lips and he then turned his attention back to Frieda. This was one of the times he knew he had to be serious. He couldn't tease his way out of this.


"I didn't run Frieda. I had to leave. The only way to make money anymore is to be good at what you do." He mentioned seriously, looking down at her. "There was a breeder's program in Kalos that I had to complete, so I did. I tried to tell you, but it was my fault you didn't know in the end. It was the day before I left." He commented, green eyes settling in a rather calm manner. He hadn't meant to leave her so hurt, but he didn't really understand the actual boundaries of their relationship, and felt she probably didn't either. But maybe in a way he was starting to understand. He was pretty sure of how he felt, but he knew it was probably in a million directions with her. "Besides..."

He took a step forward and attempted to wipe her tears for her. He leaned a little closer, which probably confused the Espurr who was still watching them, and smiled lightly at her. "Besides, the men there weren't all that handsome anyway. Plus, I don't think I ran into a girl as pretty as you." He commented before pulling away and moving back. "Were you in some kind of trouble?" He asked, tone growing serious again. She had mentioned she had been stupid, but about what, exactly? "And how did you end up with a leader title?" He questioned further, Wafer finally coming out from behind his leg.