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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.

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A rescue mission was certainly in order, judging by the small swarm of children taking Nic further out into the field where the grass started going above some of the smallest children's heads. everyone was willing to give up a ball but no one was willing to give up one of their own precious Pokemon, so of course the only answer - without a well-meaning Professor to intervene - was for the children to emulate the professors they had seen and gift Nic with a Pokemon of his own.

Being as none of the children were technically trainers yet and few of them had any formal training at all, the entire ordeal was quite chaotic, balls being thrown at everything that moved, wold Pokemon scattering in all directions, hoots and howls coming up from the fields. When all was said and done, through the efforts of most of the villages children Nic walked back out of the grass with one full Pokeball and a bunch of screaming, cheering children, every one of them claiming to have played some part in the work and none of them knowing exactly whose ball caught the poor unconscious Pokemon.

"Okay but before you start training him you have to take him to the hospital so he can be all patched up! And then you should to to the next city, and you should train him the whole way!" several of the youngsters chimed, guiding Nic around and explaining that only by beating a Pokemon with another Pokemon could you capture an additional Pokemon. He didn't know if that was just a rule or not, because it seemed like it would make a lot more sense if he just beat the Pokemon himself.

He'd have to test that later, because of course...how else did the first ever Pokemon trainer get their first ever Pokemon?

But now the kids were dragging him around and trying to teach him the best throwing techniques and Nic was puzzling over how to throw as gently as possible because he could probably kill a Pokemon with a casual toss...

Worick catches sight of the group just as Nic all but disappears into the green with a handful of kids close behind. Wasn't there a movie like that...? Wasn't it super messed up...? He's pretty sure at least three people in that movie got stabbed out in a cornfield, now that he thinks about it.

Yeah, he probably should go after them.

He excuses himself to go "haul him in by the ear if I have to", before hustling over to the field himself, frowning into the grass once he reaches the edge. He's a city boy, dammit, he's so not here for crawling through the bushes unless he absolutely has to...

"Ugh--" Fortunately for Worick (and his fucking mane of hair that's pretty much begging for sticks and bugs to make their home there), Nic pops out a few feet away with his gaggle of kids and spares him the suffering. Free dinner and a reprieve from picking his way through the brush...? This had better not be all the luck he's got in this place...

He gives Nic a quick once-over and a nod before addressing the children:

"Looks like you guys took pretty good care of my buddy here, huh?"

The children all took one look at Worick then shrieked and scattered like cockroaches when the light turned on. One minute there were kids everywhere, so thick you couldn't move, the next it was like a ghost town. Nic looks up slowly, blinking at Worick before grinning and signing Big Bad Pirate and sticking his tongue out. Of course it was all just playful bullying, since all the kids were easily spied peeking from various areas and snickering or whispering among themselves.

Holding up the Pokeball, Nic signed for hospital and shrugged, not sure where to go or how to get there, though he supposed Worick knew more than he did about the land at that point. Split the work, find out where they were and how to get around as well as what to do. Now Nic knew about capturing the little creatures and Worick knew the rest.

RUDE, KIDDIES. SO RUDE. ~~And also kinda cute- let them play their games, Worick's not all that bothered.~~

He can't just let it go without saying anything, though:

Oh come on, your face is way scarier than mine! he signs back with a rather exaggerated pout.

Honor thusly defended, though, he turns his attention to what really matters here: finding a hospital. Or "Pokemon Center", as he's learned they're called. He says as much to Nic- both out loud and with his hands to cement the association- before pointing back toward the house.

"That nice lady over there's invited us to dinner, too, so let's stop back first and fill her in, get you two properly acquainted. Center's past there anyway so it's on the way," he adds before Nic can argue. "Makin' nice with the locals is gonna go a long way around here..."

Nice lady? Nic signed, arching a brow slowly before shaking his head with a sigh. He just hoped he wasn't going to have to be in the house if Worick had offered anything in return for the meals. Finding out the Pokemon Center was along the way was good, and he figured he could drop his ball thing off before going to dinner, then pick it back up when they were done. Seemed sensible. Seemed...the way to do things? Ugh.

Hanging his head and scraping his fingers back and forth through his hair in a clear expression of confused frustration, Nic shook it off and stood up, dusting his coat off and eyeing Worick. Fine, they could go about things the way this world dictated. So far it wasn't the worst place they could have ended up, though the weird animal abuse schtick was kind of off-putting. that and he wasn't sure how long either of them could handle the saccharine sweet lifestyle all these people seemed to lead.

When in Rome...

Apparently they were getting dinner and a run-down on the local how-to. Better than winging it, which is what he thought they'd end up having to do.

~~If the pokéhouse is a-rockin'...~~

Worick's gotta laugh at that brow raise- he knows exactly what it's for (and he knows he totally deserves it) but at least this time it's not necessary:

"Don't worry, you're in the clear- she seems more interested in mothering us than anything else. ...Not that it'd be the first time if she decided to change her mind." He waggles his own eyebrows. "But you can relax- I'll give you a heads up if anything changes."

About that, at least. It's true that neither of them are well-suited for this environment and that the both of them will probably be pulling their hair out before too long; Worick's gonna milk the good will of everyone who's willing to dish it out, of course, but it'll get tiring eventually, trying to keep the cutesy act up for too long. ...Also yeah, the animal thing is totally bizarre and more awkward the more he thinks about it. Still, that's what passes for normal around here and he's not about to go off on a poké-rights crusade the first damn day.

Or ever, let's be real. That's not his bag and he knows it.

"So what'd you get, anyway? One of those bug things?" He peers at the ball. "...Is it in there?"

Another roll of the eyes and disgusted noise and Nic clocked out of that line of thought. It wasn't that he judged Worick, or was in any way jealous. It just didn't interest him and only further served to lower his general opinion of women on the whole. It was almost as low as his general opinion on men.

When Worick eyed the Pokeball in Nic's hands, the Twilight turned slightly and puffed his lips, playing at jealously guarding his precious Pokemon. Maybe a little bit true, honestly - Nic had a weakness for small animals.

It's in here, sure, but you can't have it. Get your own, lazy. Nic signed, sniffing in Worick's general direction before waving him off with one hand in a shoo-shoo gesture. Move along, Worick. Nic's a very serious trainer. So hardcore now. Gotta get to the center, y'know.

Worick snickers a little at Nic's response. It never disappoints, which is half the reason Worick has kept up with the TMI for as long as he has.

He tsks exaggeratedly at the shooing, though. RUDE, YOU PRICK.

"Chill, dude, I'm not gonna steal your slug." How's he gonna pick clients up with a worm...? Cute though those guys had been, Worick's already decided that when he goes looking for one- and he totally is because there's no way he's letting Nic have all the dubious fun here- it'll be of the softer and squishier variety.

"Did you even catch it yourself? I thought you were supposed to have 'em fight each other first." He makes a face. "...Man, tell me you didn't run in there and whack it with your sword in front of those kids."

Jokes on you, Worick, it's no slug.

Black eyes widened slowly, blinking several times before the Twilight scowled. What did Worick take him for? Of course he didn't! He knew better than to go swinging his weapon around little kids, and he was pretty sure the weird animals weren't really build for standing against live steel.

They used theirs to help capture it and gave me the ball as a gift. We should ask if there's work around here. Try to earn money for more balls and for travel, he signed, pausing a moment to yawn widely and stretch his sore back. Man...what he wouldn't do for a hot soak.

Where are we going to stay?Outside? Think you can get a couch crash?

Speaking of priceless reactions... Worick's face when whatever it is comes out of that ball is gonna be great. You know what they say about assuming...!

For now though he offers Nic a nod in response to the explanation. Not a bad start, that's for sure. And as for the working/sleeping prospects:

"These centers are usually the first stop for people traveling, so I'd bet the locals hang around there if they're looking for the kinda work their pets can't handle. I'll ask around while you get your little friend there looked at." He shrugs as they approach the woman's house, however:

"Weather's not too bad if we gotta rough it for a few nights, though." They've certainly had worse than a quaint little farm town with its cloudless skies and sunshine... "We can worry about that after dinner."

They reach the edge of the woman's lawn and just like that, the charming smile is plastered right back on Worick's face.

"Back again-- looks like your girl and her friends took care of Nic, here. Nic--" and he waves a hand from Nic to Karla, "this is Karla. Karla, this is my buddy Nic."

This is your moment, pal. Time to dazzle with those social graces...!!

Social graces? Son what are you, high?

"H-...He..llo..." Nic manages to grind out, flicking his gaze to Worick then back to the woman. Without really knowing what else to do, Nic ducked his head in a traditional bow. He figured it was more polite of him to speak up properly, but even he knew that his voice could be shocking or even unpleasant. Still, he followed Worick's lead in social exchanges.

Far from seeming put out by Nic's voice, Karla seems delighted to make his acquaintance; Worick hasn't seen a guy around or any sign that one's been around for a while and suspects that that may have something to do with her apparent altruism... But maybe he's just jaded, who knows? Either way, it works for them.

"It's so nice to meet you," Karla says a bit louder than is necessary but without the slightest falter to her wide smile, and though Worick is pretty sure Nic's caught the greeting he signs a quick apology anyway- sorry for putting you on the spot, man- which will hopefully pass as a 'translation' before bringing their hostess up to speed on their next stop.

By the end of the exchange, they will have acquired both specific directions to the pokémon center and what looks like your standard potted plant- their very first delivery gig for a Nurse Joy, whoever that is. YIPPEE...

"Well that was easy," he says once they're out of earshot and on their way. "It's like it just goes without saying that we're gonna do exactly what we said we'd do." He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck, clearly perplexed by the notion, and then frowns at the pot. "We could totally just make off with this plant right now."

Sure it's just a plant, but come on. Shit's weird. Still:

"If the rest of this place's jobs are this simple we'll have enough hot food to keep us going for a while."

Shrugging it off casually, Nic didn't feel particularly bothered by the act of speaking under the circumstances. People obviously weren't all that fraught with trouble in this world and he wasn't going to fault them their innocence. if anything he felt like his presence might be a bad thing, upsetting some sort of sunshine/rainbows cosmic balance.

Tell her I said thank you and it's nice to meet her as well, the Twilight signed, leaving the rest of the conversing up to Worick.

When at last they were off to do a small task and get his Pokemon treated, Nic wondered about the trust and benevolence as well. How were such things alright or possible in any world? Clearly there was crime somewhere, since the children had mentioned various criminal aspects that evidently abducted other people's Pokemon, but was that really as bad as it got? It was hard enough believing that they were in another world, but another world where people never had struggle or strife?

I don't even think our usual work will come up, he mused, looking at the plant thoughtfully before shrugging it off and rolling his fingertips over the ball in his pocket. Should he name it, he wondered? How was he going to command an animal without words? Were they so intelligent that they could learn sign language? How intelligent did something have to be before owning it was slavery?

Why was he having some internal existential crisis over walking stuffed animals?

It is a little weird, isn't it? Keeping them locked away in those ball things, only letting them out to force them to fight each other... They hadn't even seemed particularly wary of people, which seems completely at odds with the concept of self-preservation that most living things have... Were they bred to behave that way, maybe?

...Eh. It's definitely a Concern, but it's also a later problem; priority one is setting up shop in some capacity.

"Not the usual, but repairs and deliveries are probably enough for now. Unless all these kids running from place to place already have that part mostly covered." Ugh, he's hot and all but he knows he can't compete with that- the only thing women love more than an attractive man is a cute kid. Sob.

Shifting the pot into the crook of his arm, he digs around in his pocket for his lighter and a cigarette.

"Guess we're gonna have to wait 'til we get to this center place to see what's up," he says as he lights up, scanning the tree-lined dirt path for any sign of the place. "You get anything else outta the kids?"

Better ration those, the Twilight signed pointedly, arching a brow at Worick before gesturing around them, the meaning obvious enough. So far he hadn't seen anyone smoking, so there very well may not be anything similar to cigarettes in the world they had fallen into. It wouldn't cause any trouble for the uncommonly health-conscious Tag, but Nicolas didn't expect Worick would be too pleased by the revelation. Fortunately he didn't have to concern himself with that for very long.

The Pokemon Center loomed ahead of them, gaudy and to the point, a giant red adn white Pokeball sign indication enough that they were headed the right way. When they go to the building and the front doors hissed open, it was a good sign. There wasn't a lot in the little town to indicate a level of technology, but automatic doors? That put a reasonable mark on the tech timeline.

"Welcome!" a pretty young woman called across the open lobby. Of course Nic didn't hear it and was too distracted by the surroundings to note the girl immediately. She didn't seem perturbed, however, simply smiling and waiting, almost plastic for how universally pleasant she was being. When Nic finally turned and saw the girl staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Pokeball, holding it up with a blank expression.

If he held it up long enough, someone was bound to direct him, right?

Nic's totally right- he should be rationing them...

But that doesn't mean he's gonna acknowledge it.

"Ugh, give me a break, this is the first one." Grumble grumble he needs his fix... "There's gotta be something similar enough around here anyway."

Whether that's the stubbornness talking or the fact that Worick can't imagine a world without tobacco is anybody's guess. They'll find out eventually, he supposes.

He does take his time with this one as they walk, though, and even manages to make it last until the building comes into view at which point he drops the butt and grinds it into the dirt with his boot as he takes a second just to be impressed. It's more advanced than he'd been expecting, though really he should be all that surprised; trapping these pokemon things in those balls suggests that someone somewhere has the capability to develop the containers in the first place, which means this world can't be all assfuck nowhere. Still, it's pretty sick, and nicer than most everything in Ergastulum by a mile.

"This place just keeps getting more and more interesting," he says to Nic's back as he follows him inside, head swiveling in an attempt to asses the area and its inhabitants as quickly as possible. He spots a computer looking thing in one corner, couches, a smattering of variously aged people hanging around, a pokemon or two... Place is hoppin', that's for sure, and while you'd think that'd be a bad thing considering this place is supposed to be a hospital, most everyone appears to be as calm and peaceful as the rest of this strange world. Even the design of the place is smooth and neat, neutrally colored save for the bright red of those balls... Clean, too, cleaner than he'd expected while walking the dirt road to get here.

And the woman behind the counter? Just as placidly friendly as the rest, smiling with what Worick's reading as an almost disturbing vacancy. She's cute, but... He'll leave her up to Nic as he slides into the stool in front of one of the computer terminals to poke around, cracking his knuckles and pushing what he hopes is that Start Button. ACCESS THE PC...?

"Oh! A Pokeball! Are you here to treat a recently captured Pokemon?" the girled asked cheerily and Nic just stared. She smiled, he stared, she smiled, he finally nodded.

"Oh, wonderful! Right this way! I'm Nurse Joy! What's your--" Nic blinked, tilted his head then turned around, grunting in Worick's direction before pointing at the plant, then the woman behind the counter.

"...name..." she murmured, finally looking a little bit confused as Nic turned back to her and gestured vaguely to his ear, shaking his head. Another few gestures for his name and he left it up to Worick to clarify, closing the distance between the entrance and the counter and holding the Pokeball out with another grunt and arched eyebrow. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do. Everyone just kept telling him random things and he assumed they'd work out on their own. The kids seemed to know what was really going on and he trusted their advice.

"It'll be just a moment!" Joy remarked cheerily, the pep completely lost on Nic, who continued to stare blandly while the young woman took his bizarre little container and loaded it into a large machine. Like some...great big Pez dispenser for pets. What the hell was this world?

YEAH YEAH HE'S GETTING THERE....

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."

Maybe they figured out how to convert everything to particles or data or something. Like when they turned the kid into a TV-size person in that Willy Wonka movie? Nic gestured, glancing over at the computer then back at Worick with a long-suffering sigh.

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.

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Pokémon is GANGSTA

Can't stop. Won't stop. Too Gangsta.

they been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise.....

DAMN it feels good to be a Gangsta.

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T_T Sorry this took so long to get to. I wasn't paying attention and thought it was your turn.

dude don't even worry about it!!!

I worry. BT I cannot lose my Worick.

BRO I like playing off of your Nic too much hahaha

8'D <3

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fave icon omfg

Lbr, I love them all.

nic seriously makes the best faces

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CASH MONEY jfc I love nic's stupid face..........

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