Planted it once

[rivalkidneypunch]

Who: Char, Vinnie
What: SECRETIVE SECRETS
Where: The forest
When: Futuredated to April 22
Warnings: Char. Vinnie. Do I even need to.

March. He'd owed it to Naoto's cunning (and Persona, too); with that extra bit of backup, Char no longer had to deal with unwelcome company mucking up his territory. There was no more worry about anything inflicting another chemical burn on Rasputin.

When that creature had fallen, though, its toxic taint had lingered. The place it had once made its home was now an ugly bare patch in the middle of the forest, an expanse of scorched earth sticking out like a scar in the middle of all that greenery. Char never really had cared a lot about that hippie bullshit, and it wasn't like he was particularly attached to the forest itself, anyway -- this was, after all, the same forest he'd set ablaze a couple years ago. Any other time, he probably would have just left it be.

March, however, had been a month that left a lot of things on Char's mind. He wasn't sure exactly where the idea had sprouted from, or why he'd actually decided to go through with it. It seemed incredibly out of his scope. Maybe he was just trying to prove something to himself. Prove he really was capable of it. He'd quietly gathered up the things he needed, and stupid though the entire thing was, he'd quickly become a regular back at that little pocket wasteland.

March passed, and April plodded by. Char had kept up the typical Charizard tenacity all throughout, endeavouring in secret over his little pet project.

In the end... he had nothing to show for it.

Should have known. He really hadn't been capable of it after all. He couldn't do it alone. So... what now?

He'd waffled on it for days, but finally, he resigned himself. On the morning of the 22nd, Char went to the last place he'd ever thought he'd set foot: looking thoroughly uncomfortable and on-edge, Char intruded into the school greenhouse.

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Char, honestly, had been expecting to be laughed out of the greenhouse. He may not have been aware that the marks he'd left on Marie wouldn't be going away, but he did know that Vinnie wasn't likely to have forgotten their last encounter. If there had been anyone else he could have turned to, then he would have in a heartbeat; shelving his pride was difficult enough to begin with, but to do it in front of his rival half-expecting it to have been futile was ten times as painful. But Erika had already left the school, so the ones putting in the time running the place were Vinnie and Bulba; it may have been a cruel twist of fate, but this was the only option he could see.

He kept his submissive posture, though he lifted his head a fraction of an inch -- enough to look up at the taller Venusaur. "Don't make me say it twice," he said quietly, almost pleadingly. He'd already taken the plunge, and he knew full well there was no taking it back; tempting as it was to ditch the whole idea and leave this situation behind, it would have just meant he'd bowed down for nothing. Still, dragging it out like this was agonizing. He'd almost welcome getting shot down over waiting for it like this.