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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.
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Abandoning the computer once he's given it enough prodding to get the gist of its use, he shoves away from the seat and over to Nic, exchanging the requisite pleasantries before handing the plant over to the perpetually smiley nurse. Seeya later, little buddy. FLOURISH...
So this computer system's pretty weird, he signs while Joy heads over to the ball machine thing. Looks like you can store a bunch of Pokemon in there. Fucking bizarre, if you ask him, but no one is and so he lets the statement speak for itself.
I went ahead and signed you up for a box or two, he adds with a rather impish grin. Since you're already on your way. Could Nic have signed himself up? Probably, but that'd have robbed Worick of the chance to give him an incredibly stupid username: wormbeater
Thank fuck for the edit function, amirite??
"Oh--" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small inhaler-like bottle. "This came out too-- I think it's for your little friend in there."
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It was a nice world. They both knew that meant they didn't belong there. Still, what was the harm in poking around more? A little travel, at least until fate pulled them towards another fancy space hole. They should probably leave as soon as they found one, but they weren't exactly causing any real trouble. Even so, Nic's expression said clearly how uncomfortable he was. Too much sunshine and rainbows.
Show me how it works in a minute, the Tag signed, distracted and ignoring Joy's questions as he turned away and paced over to look down on a couple of pre-teens hovering over a handheld computer device.
"Huh?" one of them mumbled, noting the shadow over their screen before looking up at....not the prettiest of faces. At least he wasn't growling or grimacing. He just looked mildly confused.
"Uh...can...can I help you...mister?" one of the children asked, the young girl. The boy tried to puff up and look tougher than a cotton ball, but Nic wasn't there for trouble. He just pointed at the device and arched a brow.
"What, the Pokedex?" the girl asked, glancing at the boy and shrugging before tilting it for all of them to see. "You don't have one?" she observed and Nic shook his head, pulling open the sides of his coat to show that he had virtually nothing.
"Whaaaaaat? What kinda trainer ain't got a Pokedex? You ain't even got Pokemon?"
"Be nice, Devon! His Pokemon could be in the hospital right now! what if they're hurt?" the girl chided, the boy deflating visibly. Nic just shrugged and nodded, going along with whatever they said.
"But no Pokedex, huh?" the girl mused, tucking hers away. Everyone had them in the hospital, Nic had noticed, and that meant he and Worick probably ought to as well. "What happened to yours?" Nic shook his head and gestured vaguely. Nothing in particular, he just found that if you made a gesture with no meaning, people tended to assign it whatever meaning they were most attuned to.
"Someone stole it?!" the girl gasped, and Nic glanced over at Worick. Apparently stealing was a problem in this world. More common than average, anyway. For the girl he nodded slowly.
"Oh goodness, that's awful!"
"Yeah. Tough luck man, geez. Well, see you lat--OW. GEEZ PENELOPE!" the boy cried out when the girl slapped the back of his head.
"Stop being so rude Devon! Gosh!" the girl and the boy argued briefly, but in the end, Nic got the most important info - head a little further down the path and the Professor was in town. He would have Pokedexs and maybe even Pokemon, if you didn't have any already. Worick didn't, so maybe Pokedexs and Pokemon were a good idea? Nic couldn't really say, but he managed to grate out some verbal gratitude before retreating to Worick's side, finally socially exhausted. He didn't want to talk anymore, he didn't want to communicate with anyone other than the one-eyed blonde. He wanted his stupid ball, a drink and some sleep, but the day was still young, it seemed.