Pokémon is GANGSTA

[bighandsbadears]

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

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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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SORRY FOR THE WALL OF RAMBLING TEXT BRO

[memorizza]

Worick, too, had just been minding his own business like the model citizen he is when the fire nation attacked he was so rudely lifted from the lovely streets of Ergastulum and dumped, uh... Wherever the hell they put him.

Mumble mumble chosen, mumble mumble do some things, there are others find them or don't, blah blah 'I'm Really High'-- okay, maybe he'd listened a little better than that, but really none of it had really stuck until the guy'd left. Being here by himself now is...

Well, alright then. Maybe there is something to what he'd said. Like Nic (who's as yet out of sight), he can't help but notice the things in the trees watching him with their beady little bug eyes... Yikes. Dude couldn't have left him with a newspaper or something to fight them off? Gun seems like overkill, really...

In any case, he figures he'd better ignore them for now- if the way they shuffle away when he starts walking is any indication they're not much of an immediate threat- and try to find his partner. They'd been together before, so... Maybe he'd shown up here too.

Wherever 'here' is, anyway. He eyes the trees a bit warily as he walks, more and more convinced that no, this absolutely is not Ergastulum... If anything, it reminds him a bit of his father's place. Not as well kept, of course, but all the leafy green crap everywhere... Talk about bringing up great childhood memories! Yup, that's totally what he needed today...

He lifts his hand to rub at his bad eye just as he turns a corner and spots Nic from around a tree, poised to strike at.... A bug. He can't help it- he lets out a soft, relieved laugh at the sight. Whatever else is going on... Nic is still Nic. Shaking his head, he stomps his boot against the ground a few times to get his partner's attention, waiting until he's sure he has it before addressing him.

"Sword's probably overkill, don't you think?"