inbox / appointments (luceti)

[cilantro]

Does your character need to get in contact with Cilan for something? Then you've come to the right place for that!

All you have to do is please title your initial comments with these:
Action | Written | Voice/Video/Messenger Bird/etc. (????) and a date! (example: July 13th or something)
so that I know what method your character is using to try to contact him so that he can respond properly

this post can also be used for continuing threads from events or memes if needed

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[ September 6th, action ] I'm going to punch my inbox into oblivion for delaying my tags I swear

[cilantro]

[Cilan nods, as if he had sort of been expecting that kind of answer.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to fight strong trainers, or even wanting to be the greatest. I would be lying if I said that my dream wasn't to be one of the greatest Pokemon Connoisseurs there ever was, back when I was traveling around in Unova. [A dream that he can't officially accomplish here in Luceti; he can't get certified as S-class while he's stuck here, after all.]

I want to win battles, naturally. But Pokemon battles should have a flavor of excitement and joy to them--I want to have so much fun when battling other trainers, that even if I lose, I can smile and say "At least I had fun!"...and then, when it comes to the battles we face here in Luceti, I want to be strong enough that I'm able to protect the people I care about here.

Do you want to be strong, or do you want to be the strongest trainer of them all? [But this time, he doesn't wait for Red to actually answer that question.] That may sound like the same thing, but it's not. Strength means different things to different people. It's when you allow yourself to become obsessed with the idea of strength, pushing yourself to become the strongest, that causes the line to be blurred and for one's priorities to become skewed. Sometimes it does more harm than good--you might start doubting yourself, or resent the strength that another has...

[Cilan then places a hand on Red's shoulder.]

Red, I think you are a strong trainer. You've raised your Pokemon well, and I can tell just from looking at them that they have love and respect for you. You're a good kid, and I think we're lucky to have someone like you here with us to help us during tough situations, like what happened in Zompania. You really shouldn't have to be so hard on yourself just because things are different here than they are back home.

If you want to become stronger than you are now, then I will gladly do everything I can to help you. But, there isn't a secret technique that makes you become the strongest one out of us all--in fact, I hesitate to say that anyone here is truly the "strongest" one, because we're all strong in different ways. Only you can decide what "strength" means to you, Red, and how much importance this taste has for you.

[Do you get what he's trying to say here, Red?]

[ September 6th, action ] r.i.p taku

[pokeboy]

[ He's not sure if he does. Not completely. His face darkens with the twitching of muscles, of a mouth moving and of eyes shifting as they attempt to study through invisible thoughts. Of course strength was subjective, and not everyone wanted to be the best, either. And there was no secret technique, no cheat to getting better: Red knew that too.

But what applied to him? How much? There's an inkling of guilt for admitting his past (and current) desires to surpass them all, but-- had it been so much as to surpass them as it had been to battle and show his and his pokémon's growth? He'd ha a taste of that as a trainer, through battles, gym leaders, captures and evolutions - and never did he want to stall that constant progress, to witness how easier everything became, how everything was still a thrill.

The silence since Cilan's words keeps on lingering, nothing on his lips to be said. Luceti was really different from home, wasn't it? Everything seems almost so -- lighter. A careless mind comes close to thinking that it all didn't mattere in comparison, but Red knows better. Standing up to Team Rocket at least meant something. To people, to pokémon, no matter how much he has or hasn't done afterwards in history.

But right now, there's nothing but frustration boiling around in him, making it hard to think fairly. ]

I don't know. [ He admits finally. ] I don't know if I know there's a difference anymore. It's like-- [ he swallows, then takes up the lower palms of his hands to his eyes, rubbing them in. ] It's like I'm forgetting something really important. I don't get why I feel like this.

[ September 6th, action ]

[cilantro]

[Hm] Perhaps it's only natural to feel that way--this is a different setting than what you were used to before, after all. These things take time to figure out, and one's tastes can change during that period. Even I can't say for sure that I still regard things the same way as when I first arrived here, in comparison to what I think and feel now.

[His views on Pokemon haven't changed much at all admittedly, but...there certainly have been one or two personal views he's been forced to alter a little in order to adapt to this place. It might not be the exact same thing as Red's problem to relate to, but it's close enough, he thinks.]