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orendalogs2015-11-25 11:51 am
bighandsbadears) wrote in orendalogs2015-11-25 11:51 am
Pokémon is GANGSTA
Who: Nicolas Brown, Worick Arcangelo, OTA
What: Two rough and tumble mob sweepers end up in a world populated by cute animals and kids...
When: Ruby/Sapphire era?
Where: Littleroot Town
Warnings: TBD
Lots of chosen were appearing in their new worlds with a lot of action and fanfare. Some were running, some were fighting, some were flying. Nic was following along behind Worick after hitting up Granny's store, sipping from his bottle of Perrier, stuffing his change in his pocket and oblivious to anything. One minute he was strolling down a city back-alley and closed his eyes to enjoy the cool drink sliding down his throat, the next minute he was crunching gravel under his feet and surrounded by trees.
For a moment he just stood and stared, heavy-lidded eyes drooped and slow-blinking. He turned away to look around himself in bland lack of understanding, completely missing the first part of The Guide's spiel. When he saw the man and focused directly, he started to follow the words. Regardless of what the video-thing said, Nic wasn't one to believe in fairytales and futuristic stuff like teleporting or whatever. Better to see it with his own eyes, he felt. Of course...those weird blinking caterpillar-looking things staring at him from where they were eating leaves in the trees sure were convincing...
Maybe if he cut one open he'd better understand, he mused, pressing a thumb against his sword and beginning to slide it from its sheath, the soft click and familiar whisper of the metal creeping out sure to draw attention from the observant.
What: Two rough and tumble mob sweepers end up in a world populated by cute animals and kids...
When: Ruby/Sapphire era?
Where: Littleroot Town
Warnings: TBD
Lots of chosen were appearing in their new worlds with a lot of action and fanfare. Some were running, some were fighting, some were flying. Nic was following along behind Worick after hitting up Granny's store, sipping from his bottle of Perrier, stuffing his change in his pocket and oblivious to anything. One minute he was strolling down a city back-alley and closed his eyes to enjoy the cool drink sliding down his throat, the next minute he was crunching gravel under his feet and surrounded by trees.
For a moment he just stood and stared, heavy-lidded eyes drooped and slow-blinking. He turned away to look around himself in bland lack of understanding, completely missing the first part of The Guide's spiel. When he saw the man and focused directly, he started to follow the words. Regardless of what the video-thing said, Nic wasn't one to believe in fairytales and futuristic stuff like teleporting or whatever. Better to see it with his own eyes, he felt. Of course...those weird blinking caterpillar-looking things staring at him from where they were eating leaves in the trees sure were convincing...
Maybe if he cut one open he'd better understand, he mused, pressing a thumb against his sword and beginning to slide it from its sheath, the soft click and familiar whisper of the metal creeping out sure to draw attention from the observant.