RP LOG {Deacon & Caleb}

-Caleb

Caleb walks along the beach. In a black t-shirt and his swim trunks he bought after the ss Ann disaster. He left his usual clothes back at the pokemon center. And now was enjoying the weather and the sound of the waves.

The Ann trip had been his only time really around water that could be swam in and he was really enjoying this. Nothing could possibly mess this up. Probably…

-Deacon

Deacon, who was fully clothed, looked completely out of place against the backdrop of the beach. He hadn’t even bothered to roll up hem of his pants or remove his shoes since arriving and as a result he was incredibly uncomfortable.

Instead of enjoying beach time, he watched his companion Nincada scurry around digging holes and flinging sand everywhere.

While it wasn’t a private beach, he had hoped that he’d have the place to himself. Even Deacon could admit he looked ridiculous standing there in his jeans and hoodie.

At the sound of approaching footsteps Deacon couldn’t help the sigh. It quickly morphed into a groan after seeing who it was.

“You know for someone who acts like they should be a weird little mothers basement brand of shut in, you get out quite a lot.”

-Caleb

Caleb's first thought at Deacon words are not a rebuttal or anything else of that nature. No his first thought is 'I act like that??'.

The second thought is oh its Deacon. Then the 2 thoughts come together. And the realization that Deacon just said he acted like a 'weird little mothers basement brand of shut in'.

He raises an eyebrow and stares at the brunette for a second before speaking "for someone who cried twice last time we meet you sure are talking a lot about me." He didn't bring his pokemon to the beach. Opting to leave them at the pokemon center with his change of clothes.

His dreams of a peaceful walk on the beach are crushed. However, the nincada digging holes is cute. Seeing it have fun definitely makes the situation a little better.

-Deacon

Deacons face soured for only a split second at the mention of his crying before it was covered up with a grin.

“You sure manage to bring that incident up every time you see me. Did that scar you or are you just so excited have shared such an intimate moment with me that you can’t help but mention it?”

Momentarily distracted by the Nincada flinging sand all over his shoes, Deacon nudges the bug with his foot to go dig somewhere else. Not looking up from the trouble maker, Deacon adds,

“One would think you’re kinda obsessed with me Carson.”

-Caleb

Caleb looks up from the bug and back at Deacon. Who was Carson? Was that just a Deacon thing? Probably best to not touch it and give him more ammo. Besides trying to argue with Deacon sounds like more of a headache then it's worth.

"Honestly? it's just the first thing I think of when I see you..." He had genuinely been worried about him when he triped in the tower. But, it was mostly been his dad had saying when something annoys or upsets you think of something funny. But nobody here needed to know that.

On the topic of that group trip from hell. 2 of the people he had interacted with during it. Didn’t seem to remember him or their interactions prior. Maybe they all were just that Forgiving. But, he felt like something was wrong. Did he just make the whole even up?

"Speaking Lavender Town... are you okay? You remember everything that happend right?" If Deacon remembered that means Quian and Remi are really just that nice. If not well Caleb will assume it was just a really weird dream.

-Deacon

Deacon couldn’t help but sigh at the mention of Lavender Town. With his hands on hips he turned to focus his attention back on Caleb.

“Am I okay? Absolutely not. I’m certain my nose is broken and also caught some sort of hereditary curse that’ll haunt my decedents well into the future. It was a shitty shitty town.”

Even with his sweatshirt and the blazing sun beating down on him Deacon had to suppress a shiver crawling up his spine. Any time he thought back on his vacation to Lavender Town he would remember the awful sensation of always being watched.

“Do I remember everything? Yeah, unfortunately. Honestly the next chance I get I’m beating the hell outta Quain for the shit he pulled back there. I’m still debating how I wanna punish you for letting him escape. Wedgies are overused but a cult classic.“

-Caleb

The knowledge that it wasnt just some weird fever dream sends a shock of relief though Calebs body he didn't know he needed

He also understands Quain and Deacon are close. So even if Quain forgave him it makes sense Deacon would still be upset. So he assures himself whatever Deacon has in mind for a 'punishment' will be completely fair.

"Quain's forgiveness isn't yours so if that makes you feel better I would understand and be okay with whatever you felt i deserved... but i dont think Quain needs to be beat up for it."

He was the one that almost hit Quain and then let him get away. Along with picking up remi like he had. the blame should fall on him for both of their escapes in the end.

-Deacon

Deacon groans at Caleb’s earnestness, he can’t stand the martyr types. “Lighten up Carson, good fucking lord. You’re gonna make me feel like an asshole if you keep this up.”

The chances of Deacon feeling bad about anything he says is slim to none, but Caleb didn’t need to know that. Deacon just didn’t want the do goodies getting on his case about being a dick to someone undeserving, which was usually the case with him.

“I was only half joking. I couldn’t care less about Quain and that you let him go, if I’m being honest. I just wanted an excuse to give you shit.” Not that Deacon ever needed an excuse.

“But if I punish Quain for his dastardly deeds it’s only fair you share the same fate. I’m nothing if not a fair executioner. If you beg I’ll considering reducing your sentence to just a few hours of community service.”

-Caleb

Is he being called Carson now? Does Deacon not know is name? Caleb finds himself thinking before Deacon talks about community service which brings so many other questions to mind

Caleb opened his mouth once then twice. And just ended on shaking his head. Deacon never stopped confusing him. He wasn't going to beg for any sort of reduction though.

"Why are you calling me Carson for starters, and next what kind of community service." He doubted Deacon had an idea for community service and was just trying to 'give him shit'.

If Deacon actually had an idea for it and Caleb didn't want to do it he could probably bribe him with a bug pokemon. Based on his reaction at the mansion he liked them a lot. Not to mention Caleb still owed him a grubin that was offered over Roto-chat. Was it a good idea to start bribing Deacon when he needed him to do something? It's an idea Caleb's not sure if it's a good one yet though...

-Deacon

Deacon groans at Caleb’s earnestness, he can’t stand the martyr types. “Lighten up Carson, good fucking lord. You’re gonna make me feel like an asshole if you keep this up.”

The chances of Deacon feeling bad about anything he says is slim to none, but Caleb didn’t need to know that. Deacon just didn’t want the do goodies getting on his case about being a dick to someone undeserving, which was usually the case with him.

“I was only half joking. I couldn’t care less about Quain and that you let him go, if I’m being honest. I just wanted an excuse to give you shit.” Not that Deacon ever needed an excuse.

“But if I punish Quain for his dastardly deeds it’s only fair you share the same fate. I’m nothing if not a fair executioner. If you beg I’ll considering reducing your sentence to just a few hours of community service.”

-Caleb

Caleb tilts his head at the question. Of course he knows how to cook his father saw to that indefinitely.

"Yeah? I think you at least have to know the basics in the tournament. Also if you want a nickname for me I have 3 others you can pick from."

Was Deacon about to ask him to cook for him as his 'community service' he didn't even need this kind of excuse Caleb would have done it without.

-Deacon

“Fret not, Charles, I have more than three names for you at my disposal.” Deacon bends over to pick up a slightly chewed up tennis ball. Twirling it around in his fingers like a fushigi ball master, he hums to himself in thought.

While Deacon lived with his mothers and had never once needed to cook for himself, he still felt this had to be the best outcome.

Types like Caleb always did better accepting forgiveness after having done something to ‘earn’ and who was Deacon to deny him of that? Its not his fault that he would also massively benefit from this deal.

“Yeah, I think that’ll work.” As if to punctuate his decision, Deacon chucks the ball to the oceans edge and watches as the Nincada scurry’s after it.

“Your community service will be served cooking lunch for me. I’d buy the ingredients of course because I’m not some soulless for profit prison, but I’m not gonna help ya out with the cooking part. After a few weeks I’ll consider your debt to society paid. Sounds good you?”

-Caleb Caleb watches the little bug pokemon chase the ball with its little legs. It's a cute pokemon. Now that Caleb thinks about it he doesn't think he's seen it before...

Back to the matter ay hand though. The thoughts of Deacon not eating for one reason or another. hurts his heart a little. Would it be this way for any other competitor? He'll think yes until proven otherwise. He should think of a way to either continue to cook for Deacon or teaching him.

"That sounds fine..." He think at the cost of the shred of pride or anything he has left this will be worth it. "Thanks by the way. even though we were on the topic of Lavender Town you didn't bring up exactly how quain got away. So as thanks for that how about even after these few weeks are up I can keep cooking for you or I'll teach you how"

This way he doesn't have to worry about anything, And everyone will be happy. "Oh... I also owe you that grubin whenever we get to a pokemon center..." He adds as an after thought mostly to himself but he's sure the other can hear him

-Deacon

Deacon shoots Caleb a genuine grin at the mention of his new Grubin. There were few things that brought actual wholesome joy to Deacon and one of them was the mere existence of bug Pokémon. As if sensing what Deacon was thinking about, the small beetle scuttled up to Deacon with her tennis ball in tow.

Bending over to grab it, he couldn’t resist giving Nobunabug a few scritches under her chin. “Such a perfect little lady.” He murmurs, not necessarily wanting Caleb to hear him.

“Thanks by the way. For the Grubin.” He tosses the ball up in the air.

“But don’t count your blessings quite yet. I haven’t mentioned the circumstances around Quain’s escape because the right opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”

He catches be ball and looks at Caleb.

“Its best to keep you on your toes.” With a cheeky wink he throws the ball again.

-Caleb

Caleb stares at Deacon for what was probably a bit longer then needed. And his face flushes. What is this... Caleb snapped his head way from the taller. He'll keep Caleb on his toes all right if he does that again.

Caleb shook his head. Peeking back at Deacon out the corner of his eye. His eyes locking on the small bug. He wondered if he should ask about it. Clearly it was a companion right? Maybe later he has time.

"Right opportunity huh?" Did he not want to learn to cook, maybe he just didn't like Caleb enough to want to be around him more then Necessary. He groaned when he first saw him right?

Maybe Deacon is just trying to get what he wants and be done with the whole thing... if he is then there's no point stopping him...

-Deacon

“Of course! I’m not gonna waste good material all willy nilly. The best way to win arguments is when you’ve got a stock pile of embarrassing facts on the person.”

He fishes around in his jacket pocket for a moment before pulling out a slightly sketchy ziplock bag of assorted unwrapped chocolates snacks. He pops one of them in his mouth before offering the others up to Caleb. Deacons not so evil that he wouldn’t share his treats with him.

“You’ve already proven yourself to be quite the handful, yanno? I find Quain difficult enough as it is and I’ve got *loads* on him.” His laugh is for the most part genuine but there is just a twinge of bitterness lying just under the surface. Deacon hates playing on level playing fields as others, always needing some sort of dirty tactic under his belt to feel comfortable.

-Caleb

Caleb stares at the bad debating to take one. Before deciding a sweet is a sweet and takes one handing the ziplock back.

"Thank you... and a Handful? How so?" He asks popping the chocolate in his mouth. Caleb didn't get it was his attempts at being 'mean' causing Deacon trouble? "If you have a question about me just ask? I don't really mind, even if you use it against me."

Deacon seems harmless enough. And even if it actually did hurt when anything was used against him. At least he's giving the information willingly. And knew what Deacon had at his disposal.

-Deacon

Deacon shrugs, not too terribly interested in telling Caleb exactly what he thought about him but was still willing to let a little slip.

“You’re a hard guy to pin down in a sense. You’re easily persuaded, embarrassingly so actually, and I’m not sure how you’ll act in certain situations like I am with other people.” He muses as he pops a few more chocolates into his mouth.

“Ya flip flop between hot and cold- that’s not to say it isn’t fun to watch, especially knowing you’ll probably follow up any interaction with an apology.” There’s a *’but’* left hanging in the air but Deacon pauses for a moment, watching his Nincada entertain herself.

“You’ll be interesting to keep an eye on, that’s for sure.”

-Caleb

Caleb the nincada as well. Thinking about how he felt about Deacon. He was funny in the worst ways. And their first interaction was Deacon talking about a younger brother who caleb will still swear doesn't exist over Roto-chat. And then how he acted in person.

Caleb just couldn't make his mind up on if he disliked Deacon or if he did enjoy his company and liked him. He wondered if he should explain it but decided it wasn't important until he made the decision himself.

"I think your interesting too..."

They would probably have to head back to the pokemon center for Caleb to change and collect his pokemon. But this was nice. And he knew a little bit more about the other.

"What's your pokemons name you care for them quite a bit I can tell" He asked. That was enough of that conversation for now. Maybe they would pick it up again later or maybe not.

He realizes he really doesn't know much about Deacon honestly. He knows he's a trainer who likes bug types. But that's all he's certain of at the moment.