rivalsweetscent | 000// Phone Post-O

[And there was a Bulba, who raised his eyebrows a little at Vinnie's appearance but quickly averted his eyes just... sort of slightly over there.]

... Hi. I don't think he's here.

[Vinnie slips in as quietly as he can, and shuts the door behind him. He looks nervous about even speaking, lest he is overheard by Gideon's ghostly entourage. He book was tightly clutched in his hand.

Feeling scared made him feel like an idiot, and it showed. He probably wouldn't have come to Bulba (again) for help (especially since the guy was used to having a ghost on his team) if it weren't for the fact that they both silently, mutually agreed that the event in question was horrible.]

So... Uh.

What do you remember of that night?

[Bulba made a motion for Vinnie to take a seat, if only because it looked like he was about to jump out of his skin at any given moment and he might have been afraid that he was going to hurt himself. He moved to take a seat on the edge of his bed, having just been poking at a berry pot.]

Not... too much. [And then he shook his head.] Well, no, I guess that's not what I mean. I don't know how much I missed before I got there.

Sasha was freaking out over something and that woke us up... You were freaking out and it was like something had you. Couldn't see anything though, and then whoever it was spat a Will O Wisp at me so...

[He shrugged.]

[He wasn't going to say no to a seat - if only because his legs were feeling very weak right now. Like his bones were trembling under his skin.

Vinnie made a thinking face, trying to collect his memories as well.]

Didn't know about the Will O' Wisp part... But I know someone had me. It was like a ghost holding me down by the arms... I couldn't move. Fuckin' gagged me...

[The Venusaur grew quiet as his gaze turned introspective. All of this, coupled with his debilitating injury, was too much for anyone to take.]

[Oh, was that what the underwear had.... Bulba didn't make any effort to hide his grossed out look. He frowned, getting back up again to hold a hand out towards Vinnie.]

... Can I see it? The book, I mean.

Tch. Go for it.

[With a shrug, Vinnie passed the book onto Bulba. He'd already thumbed through it before, and most of it was... pretty uninteresting, actually. Just notes and observations and really inane assumptions. What an idiot.]

[Oh what. This was kind of disappointing after all the trouble that was surrounding it. Some of the observations about people were kind of interesting, but there were a lot that were just... kind of off. Bulba frowned, shutting it after a few pages.]

... I don't like it. He's been really bizarrely persistant since before it happened and that's not really helping his case out.

[Vinnie's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe for a minute that Gideon would've let up on getting what he wanted after all the fuss he made. The real question nagging at him was, what was the ghost's aim in all this?]

Yeah. He keeps trying to talk t'me, and I need to know what he's after. It would've been the perfect time to finish me off, while I was in the hospital. I don't doubt Ginny would've liked to see it happen.

Hell, he could do it again, anytime he wanted. The fuckin' ghost rooms two doors down from me. But I don't know how to get him to slip and fess up.

[He could see how that would be unsettling.]

I don't know if there's a way to get a ghost to do anything you really want them to. [Bulba was fairly certain the only reason Nyx listened to him as much as she did was because they were team mate's. Worked just fine for them, but wasn't going to help out in Gideon's case.]

Do you have any ideas why he's so fixated on you? Cause that's kind of weird too. Did you do anything besides freaking out at him that one time...?

[Ah yes, when Red Team first arrived at the school. That was a pretty graceful first impression. Gideon's fixation on him was just as perplexing to Vinnie.]

Not really...? I accused him of writing fanfiction in that book back during that goddamn fiasco, so I think this is his way of proving otherwise.

He's probably picked up on the fact that I don't like him. I ain't done anything to him if that's what you mean.

Huh.

[And then he thought about it. And then he thought about it some more.]

... Maybe that's it then. The fact that you don't like him, I mean. Now he's trying really hard to reverse it? ... In the most ineffective way possible, sure.

[Vinnie looked skeptical. There was no way that prissy ghost was putting him through all that misery in order to befriend him.]

What, by making me hate him more? Is he gonna kidnap me now cuz I said I didn't want t'have tea?

I don't buy it.

[Bulba shrugged.]

I don't really either but you have to admit he's not the most normal guy around.

He's a liar and a hypocrite and a creep who pretends to be polite, sticks his nose into everyone's business and's got no sense of responsibility or consideration for anyone other than his stupidass, snooty self.

[Basically, everything Vinnie hated. And he was a ghost on top of that.]

[Well okay when Vinnie put it that way Gideon sounded like a perfectly normal person. Not a person either of them would want to hang out with, but that was going without saying. He sighed.]

Nobody says you have to like him. No need to justify it to me.

[He was going to move the book to the desk, but after a moment's thought he decided to keep it on his lap on the off chance that some spectral hand would go sneaking it when he wasn't looking.]

[Gruffly, Vinnie shut himself up. He could go on forever about the reasons he hated Gideon's spectral guts, if it meant not facing the reasons he was genuinely and irrationally terrified of him. It wouldn't have been so bad if the Venusaur actually had a means to fight back, but ghosts weren't so easily poisoned.

Memories in the fog and dark. Those nightmares had become more recent, ever since he arrived at the city.

He crossed his arms, staring down at his own feet for a while.]

...If we found out Gideon's moves, then it might be enough proof t'corner him. You said he used Will o'Wisp... he'd have to, fighting a Grass Type.

He's got something that can confuse, too. That must'a been what fucked with my head and gave me that goddamn concussion.

[There was some hesitation on Vinnie's half. He didn't know how else to lure out the proof except through a Pokemon battle, and with his condition as it was, he wouldn't be able to make a dent in the guy.

But... he didn't come this far by asking other people to fight on for him. His pride as a Venusaur was still holding him back.]

[There was still one involved party that was physically able for the task at hand. Bulba was just as hesitant to offer as Vinnie was to bring it up. It seemed kind of like a... low blow?]

Then I guess we can keep an eye on him... if he keeps acting like this with everybody, it's only a matter of time before someone else gets annoyed enough to throw a punch.

Or maybe another round of spars will start up or... Hmm.

000// Phone Post-O

[FUNNY HOW THAT WORKS]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

WHY... WHY DID THIS TAKE A MONTH...