SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKA [Signless and GHB]

[Gamzee Makara]

Janavi: Have some fun

Him? Fun? No. Just no. As a member of the elite four, he has much better things to do with his time. Like making sure no one else is having any fun, either. And who does he know that enjoys breaking up the no-fun zone with his lazy sense of unprofessionalism? Vantas. The name struck a chord of perpetual disdain with the highblood, summoning forth a slew of unpleasant thoughts about the other troll. The two had been locked in an unpleasant rivalry stemmed from the fact that they were simply opposites, water and oil, doomed to sweeps upon sweeps of (platonic, mind you) malcontent with the others company.

Or maybe he was just being way overdramatic about things. The point is, they'd never quite seen eye to eye, and the thought of raining on Mr. Brightside's parade was honestly the closest thing to fun Janavi could bring himself to have. The weather set the mood right as, incidentally, it was literally raining. He'd chosen today for that purpose, maybe because of the coincidence or maybe because of the Signless's penchant for fire-types. But also for the element of surprise. After all, he hadn't stated exactly when he was going to drop in or who was getting a visit, but given that he'd visited Darkleer of all people first, he figured that the lazy gym leader must think he was in the clear.

Fat chance.

He walks into the gym without warning, without even knocking. If there was another out for lunch sign, he sure as hell wasn't heeding it. He looks around, a glare so stern as to make soda spontaniously flatten, and purses his mouth into a fine, disappointed line.

"I had better not be standing in an empty gym," he voices.

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[OldSignless]

Arosha sat up with a yawn. It was the middle of the day and he had totally been battling all morning. Two whole challengers! Nice kids. They weren’t the best trainers and his junior team were able to defeat with without any problems, but he’d given them some words of advice and encouragement before they left. Hopefully he’d see them again! It was always nice seeing young trainers improve their game. He’d failed his own first gym challenge all those years ago, and he had sure as hell improved.

Enough that he was champion of Kanto! Arosha had always hoped as champion he’d be able to extend his following, but the Elite Four were pretty much all loyal to the Empress, so he mostly stayed away from Indigo Plateau unless he was called there. The people at the league were so unpleasant to be around.

So it was with much displeasure that he noted Janavi had just stepped into his Gym. Ugh, so much for a nice nap. What was the point in fitting your Gym with an “emergency” recuperacoon if he never got the chance to use it? He needed a damn coffee. Today was torture.

His Gym was fairly basic in its setup. He’d contemplated having a lot of fire stuff, maybe a big bonfire in the centre of the floor or something. But it had all boiled down to, well, too much hassle. Not to mention a huge impracticality. The point of a Gym was to battle trainers and better your skills as a trainer, not to waste time on fancy decorations and putting on some huge show. He liked to keep things nice and plain.

Anyway, back to the grouchy looking indigo blood in the middle of the floor. Janavi was quite possibly his least favourite member of the Elite Four. The guy had no idea how to relax (an unforgivable crime), needed anger management therapy (like he was getting) and never questioned the will of Her Imperious Condescension.

“It’s not empty. If you look to your right, you’ll see the coffee machine I had installed recently,” Arosha quipped, stepping into the middle of the Gym, “and look, there are some benches and chairs.” He waved a hand dismissively. “So, would this be the ‘inspection’? I can't wait.”