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And The Walls Came Tumbling Down
Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:

Remember to drop a link to your comment here!
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[In a cloud of dust, a rather cantankerous trainer riding his trusty Dodrio makes his way down the path. He spots the mobile tangle of hair up ahead and grins to himself. Aw, yes! Some shitty kid trainer. He probably had a bunch of Caterpie or Zigzagoon or some shit. If their eyes met, that would mean a battle and that meant COLD HARD CASH!]
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[Eye contact, of course, happens almost immediately, because there is no flippin' way that Wrath can ignore A DUDE SITTING ON A GIANT THREE-HEADED BIRD galloping down the path in his direction.]
[He stares.]
[That is the weirdest chimera he has ever seen.]
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Howdy there, kiddo! You ready for a battle?
[He doesn't look like he has much money on him, but the rules were the rules! He unclips a ball from his belt and holds it up between two fingers. The ball is scarred and the paint is chipped.]
Single or doubles?
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A-- a battle?
[He'd been in more than a few fights. But they'd never been started in such a ... matter-of-fact manner.]
[WRATH IS BAFFLED.]
[He looks at the Pokeball JW is holding, and then down at the one in his hands. It's newer and shinier, but definitely the same sort of thing. It's too bad he has no idea what it is. <8I]
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A battle. What, did you steal that one or something?
[He dismounts and pats the bird's left head as one might pat a horse before strolling up to Wrath.]
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[Not that he's... OPPOSED to stealing, but he's not gonna take the blame for it if he didn't even DO it! He's innocent, officer!]
[Also, GOOD LORD is this chimera-commanding guy tall. Wrath finds himself actually backing up until he remembers... HEY. It's a human! He's stronger than humans.]
[So he straightens up, puffing out his chest and glaring up (and up, and UP) at the Pokemon trainer.]
I'll battle you. And I'll WIN.
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Tylenol, get out here!
[In a flash, a blue platypus-like beast appears and gurgles at Wrath menacingly.]
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[That man just transmuted a chimera out of nowhere!]
[Even that spooky scientist guy with all those weird living dolls hadn't been able to make them that fast. Holy wow.]
[For a second, he boggles at the Golduck... then drops the Pokeball and goes into a fighting stance, hands up. >8( HE CAN FIGHT A CHIMERA. No problem!]
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[What was this kid's deal? Was he STUPID?]
The ball, you mutant Tangela! If you aren't going to do it right, I'm outta here.
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[So he frowns DEEPLY.]
[He can do it right! ... Whatever it is.]
[Scowling, he lowers his fists, then reaches down to pick up the ball. He's loathe to ask what he's supposed to do with it-- he already knows he hates this guy. But for lack of anything else to try, he angles his arm back and hucks it at the Golduck as hard as he can. Which, given his superhuman strength, is pretty damn hard.]
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TY!
[He crouches down and lifts the blue platypus up by its forearms. the poor critter has gone swirl-eyed. His head hasn't hurt like this since he was a Psyduck.]
What the hell is WRONG with you?
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[Wrath draws himself up, affronted. He'd already pretty much assumed that the guy was gonna be pissed off at him (nobody likes to lose, after all) but being asked what was wrong with him just seems unnecessary. >8( Excuse YOU, mister!]
What's wrong with me?!
I just did what you told me to, you stupid human!
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You've never had a pokemon battle in your life, have you? Take that ball back to wherever you got it and turn yourself into the police!
[If the kid didn't know how to battle, he probably wouldn't fork over winnings either.]
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[... Yeah, Wrath just kind of assumed that was an insult. Never mind that JW hadn't called him one. He's too mad right now to acknowledge sentence structure.]
You and your dumb chimera wouldn't stand a chance against me in a real fight!
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I'm shakin' over here.
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[The boy's expression goes flat.]
[He doesn't retrieve the Pokeball, which had ricocheted off of Tylenol's head and landed off somewhere in the snow. Instead he slowly bends down... and drags the earth up through the snow to coat his hand like a gauntlet. A gauntlet with big bladed fingers.]
[>8( ARE YOU SHAKING NOW, UGLY MAN?]
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[What the HELL?]
[JW gropes blindly behind him for his Dodrio's reins and trips as he starts scrambling up on the flying-type's back.]
[THAT'S NOT A HUMAN, THAT'S SOME KIND OF HORRIBLE DITTO ZOROARK NIGHTMARE BABY. THAT SPOKE!]
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[Like with a seasoned predator, JW's panicked scramble to escape just sets Wrath into CHASE MODE.]
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
[With a wild war scream, the Ditto Zoroark Nightmare Baby sprints forward with his DIRT CLAWS held aloft.]
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[JW makes a sound not unlike a Victreebel and throws himself over Dingdong's back. He wraps his arms and legs around the bird before delivering a blind kick to its side. Two of its heads cry out and the unholy tangle of limbs and heads starts running down the snowy road full tilt.]
[A couple of coins bounce free from the pouch on JW's belt.]
[1/2]
... Yeah, you'd BETTER run!
[>8( HMPH.]
[2/2]
[AND THEN THE SHINIES CATCH HIS EYE and he pounces on them like a cat, cupping them in his hands.]
[TRAINER JW HAS FLED! WRATH RECEIVED P45!]
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[He's seated on a bench tapping away at a noisy little game on his poke'gear while his chunky Jolteon which is wearing an ADORABLE little leather vest snoozes next to him. Maurice doesn't even think to look up when he hears a traveler crunching toward them.]
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[If Maurice DOES look up, he will bear witness to the admittedly rather-odd sight of a SMALL WILD-MANED CHILD in a shiny black crop top and SHORTS strolling along through the snow with a Pokeball in one hand and a fistfull of coins in the other.]
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[Instead he saw a walking fashion disaster. He lowers his 'gear and ignores the losing sound it makes when he takes his stylus away from the game. This kid looks kinda not okay.]
Hey! Hey, you okay? It's freezin' out here!
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[This kid is all kinds of not okay.]
[Still, Wrath looks over his shoulder kind of blankly at the shaggy-haired fat guy sitting on the stoop. :I Of course he's okay. Why wouldn't he be okay.]
[... Oh yeah, humans don't like cold. He doesn't really either, but it's still. Like. Not THAT cold.]
Huh?
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