route_1065 | And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

[What's this, a kid running down the street? You bet it's a kid running down the street with a too wide smile and a competitive glint in his eye; he's battling anyone unfortunate enough to catch his eye and it looks like SOMEONE (aka you) is next!]

Hey! Hey let's battle! Come on, it'll be fun! We have to, that's the rule!

W-wow! It's kinda chilly, huh?! [ A FLURRY. Really? High of 45 degrees and low of 32? Unshockingly, this is absolutely fucking terrible weather to be dropped into when your outfit of choice consists of shorts and a sports tank. At least Asahina has a track jacket, too, but come the hell on. Despite that, Asahina's good cheer doesn't seem to be too terribly impacted. She has zero ideas what's going on, but at the moment, she appears to be jogging in place to keep moving even in the middle of said flurry. She's got pokeballs (she like, vaguely remembers Yuuta playing that video game - hadn't he?) and is talking to the only thing that's been keeping her company so far: an Azumarill.

Which is also jogging in place. ]

Haha, that's right! Keep your knees high! Oooh, you know what? We should go for an actual run if we really want to keep warm! [ Or...figure out what's going on? That could also - nope, Asahina is just going to jog around whatever city or route she's on with the obliging Azumarill. Chances are this is a crazy dream, anyway. It can't possibly be real. So she may as well just do whatever!

...a+ investigation skills as usual, but hey, at least she doesn't seem disheartened or anything. ]

[ ... All it really takes is one look at the pissed-off Furret bristling at her side (and alternatively trying to shimmy up her leg) for Rise to realize what's happened. And she reacts to it calmly and coolly.

By sighing. ]

Gosh, it's not that easy for a girl to catch a break these days, is it? And-- Kanzeon, geez, watch the leg!

[Wherever you are, you may be asking yourself a single question...an important question, asked throughout the ages and debated amongst scholars for millennia. And that question is...]

[WHAT THE HELL IS THAT MUSIC?]

[Today, we answer that question. And the answer is IT'S A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE.]

[An obnoxiously yellow motorcycle that just became airborne by flying the wrong way up the nearest impassable ledge. That's right, it's so powerful that its rider defies the laws of Pokemon physics. For the love of your own safety, you'd better not be standing where it's about to land.]

Edited 2014-11-28 05:49 (UTC)

[ sumIA HAS ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON HERE BUT LOGIC BE DAMNED IT'S A FLAMING HORSE. IT MAY NOT HAVE WINGS BUT GODDAMN SHE LOVES ALL KINDS OF HORSES.

Translation: there is currently an armored woman blazing (pun not intended) down the pathway riding a Rapidash. ]

H-Hey, you can stop any time! I think we're going too fast...woah!

Edited 2014-11-28 05:48 (UTC)

[In private homes and Rocket bases all across the land, something feels a little...different.

Maybe it's the new breakfast cereal in your cupboard--a brand you probably wouldn't like, but you really ought to eat healthier foods. Maybe it's the scent of freshly-cut spring flowers on your sheets as you realize that someone other than you has changed them. Maybe your computer's search history is filled with...questionable things that you don't recall ever looking up.

Maybe arcane runes and messages you cannot decipher have been etched into your bathroom walls.

Maybe the furniture has been rearranged, whether the new arrangement is one you can safely walk through or just all of your furniture piled up into a corner, all on top of each other.

You really can't complain, though.

It is her house, too. All houses are hers.

OOC: Feel free to go nuts on what Faceless has done to your character's home! She doesn't ever do anything that directly hurts a person, but she might set your appliances on fire, rearrange items when you're not around, etc. She's a very strange poltergeist, basically.]

[It's weird, suddenly going home from this world after years. Then you're home, time flies and now she's 18 there too. ...Just to appear back here right after Ed's train leaves.

What's not so weird is the Audino, who clings to Winry's legs sooner than Winry realizes where she is. ...said Audino is glaring at her though. Errrrrr....]

Hey you~. Are you happy to see me, or angry at me for leaving -- or both? [Should she give more options?] Or are you just trying to keep me here, because this is one of those weird days again?

[Most likely it's a mix of all, actually. Yes, she's talking to the Audino, whether you notice it or not.]

[There is a blue man in a suit on the pathway. He appears to be examining his nails for any grime or dirt that might have gotten under them.

He also appears to have no face. ~~Seems to be a theme given who else is here.~~

He's merely resting against a tree, wasting time as he sees fit. Wanna strike up a conversation with an annoying layabout?]

WAAAAH! [Cries of some sort could be heard from inside a nearby alley. There is a tiny figure huddle there crying it's little eye's out. At first someone might mistake the little cat creature for a pokémon if, it wasn't its weeping coming out in human tongue.]

W-where's Misaki-chan?! Where's C-chachamaru?! I want to go home now! [The little being continued to cry to the dismay of the Woobats hovering over it. They aren't sure to what to do to calm down their new trainer. ]

I WANT TO GO HOME!!

[ Whatever Pokemon you may have, a rather young girl of 11 is quite giddy to see it. She giggles, wanting to reach out to pet it. ]

Wow! I've never seen an animal like this... Is it alright if I play with it? I really want to!

[Maybe this was Wonderland? It was very different than that school had been--all corridors and hidden passages with a electrical hum beneath it all. That was a different sort of Wonderland. This was... nicer.

Except for one very key thing. In that school she had been alone (so very alone) until Alice found that other Alice. That Alice wasn't here. She felt it in her heart. It made her sad but maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

She had a new friend, now. Maybe the Duskull was really Alice. Maybe it was just a wandering soul like Alice. She (for Alice decided the creature had to be a she) was a lonely thing either way.

As their first game together, Alice decides on a simple one: tag. Duskull is it--and so that's why a young child is laughing as she's being chased by a ghost Pokemon.]

You'd think they'd have fixed this by now...

[Says the pink-haired woman crouched by a panting Arcanine, hands in the giant lion-dog's ruff of fur. They're both calmer than one would expect for someone dragged here, but given the Arcanine it's likely not her first dance. Not with this, at least.

Nor with her furry companion, but the moment she lets go of that fur the Arcanine is off like a shot and she heaves out a sigh. Honestly...she takes off after her dog, easily sidestepping obstacles in the way.]

Lucky! Lucky, heel!

[Watch yourselves, folks. That's a very speedy fire-dog and Lightning herself is no slouch either. A crash would suck on top of everything else going on.]

[Well this certainly is a dapper fellow currently making his way down the street. With the way he twirls that cane in his hand every now and then, you'd think he had it in mind that everything was right with the world. Of course it might be, if the tip of that cane wasn't having to move to the side to push back an orange Torchick that's eagerly hopping after him.]

No. Nope. Personal space, sweetheart.

[He says to the Pokemon, turning away with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. Fact of the matter is, it's very cold out, and the little Pokemon seems pretty convinced that not only is this her trainer but he's definitely got to be a good source of heat himself. How could he not be, with that hair? It's very orange, just like she is. So she continues to scurry after, until he nearly steps on her and has to stop entirely. He pulls the cigar that had been in his mouth from between his teeth so he can address her properly, tapping the ash off the end.]

Excuse me. Are you having fun down there?

[An excited chirp follows before the Torchick hops up onto his shoe, rubbing her head against his ankle.]

This isn't what I had in mind when I asked for a moment of peace and quiet...

[The scenery is fairly serene for an area called The Lake of Rage. The young man doesn't seem out of place in the area, especially with that belt of pokeballs at his hip. Despite the calm, there seemed to be storm brewing within him.]

[ Some things never change. One moment she was knelt on that lonely hill bleeding once again, doomed to an eternity of recalling her thoughts non-stop, and the next she was within the familiar streets of Goldenrod City. Grateful for the brief reprieve, she somehow can't shake the feeling that this was only for a short time so she'll make the best of it.

Fortunate enough to be reunited with some of her Pokemon team from before, she enjoys the company of her loyal Dragonite Kilgharrah, who casts a shadow over his much shorter trainer. Even though she has had her PokeGear and items returned to her, she seems all too content to just rest in the cold curled up against her Pokemon, with Hazel the Flareon creating enough warmth for the reunion to enjoy. ]

[He stands on the step of a house, the door slamming behind him. He holds a bag of items and familiar red and white balls. Perched on his head is a familiar weight and he looks up to see a pair of black eyes blinking down at him.]

Pi--chu!

Guess I'm back.

[Well, there's no point in sticking around New Bark Town. Time to start again.

What Roxas doesn't notice is the rustling in the grass behind him, or the fact that there seems to be large field of static electricity.

ooc; will likely be slow as dicks. but hi!]

Edited 2014-11-28 07:05 (UTC)

[In pokemon park, there is a man, enjoying the sun while petting his adorable sylveon…Okay that statement might be a bit off. The man doesn't seem to be enjoying himself if that aura of sheer rage is any indication.

His face is scrunched up in a savage scowl as he takes in his surrounding. That little horn on his forehead probably means he isn't human either. Everyone is either afraid of him or the large spiked club held in his other hand. The only creature that seems to want to be near two meters of the man is the sylveon in his lap.

People and Pokemon alike stare helplessly at the poor creature caught in that raging beings grasp. The sylveon on the other hand, is hardly paying attention to the pity looks it getting from passersbys. This fairy is enjoying pampering this strange human is giving her.

Maybe someone will “save” that poor pokemon or maybe ask why the man is so enraged. Who dares approach the demonic sectary as he plots against whoever sent him to this place.]

a. Wherever outdoors - towns, Routes, Pokemon Centers, Gyms

[ If you listen closely, you might hear a hissing sound. It isn't an Ekans, it can't be a Seviper. None of those pokemon can be found in the area anyway. But if you look around or listen closer, you might hear something else amongst the hissing. ]

Eeeeeasy does it, Kirune. I'm almost do-- HEY! WATCH IT!

[ And then there's a loud yell followed by a cry from what sounds like a Scyther. If you look up, there might just be something... or someone falling from a good few feet overhead.

Or maybe you're lucky and all you hear is a loud WHUMP nearby as someone hits the ground.

What do? ]

B. Goldenrod

[ This guy works fast. Even if newcomers have just started flooding in, someone's already managed to cover the town with crudely scrawled graffiti done in red spray paint. It's on the walls of the pokemon center, on the side of the Goldenrod department store, behind the Gym sign (if one looks closer, one can see where it was hastily finished up on the side of the Gym itself)... and there are even flyers in the Department store and tacked on walls. All these messages say one thing though:

Delivery God Yato
Cheap, affordable rates! No job is too difficult!
090-XXX-##3X

Maybe there was an odd job or a chore you've been putting off doing? Either way, it looks like one of those messages is being spray painted onto another wall nearby by someone in a jersey accompanied by a Scyther. If anyone knows what this is about, it looks to be him. ]

Fascinating. I never really expected this...

[ This one looks a little too excited. If anything, the Solosis he's with seems a touch disturbed with his enthusiasm. It floats here and there, almost hesitant as its new trainer looks it over and around, taking readings from a strange doohickey that beeps in a low tone. ]

I've only seen you in the video games but to be able to see you up close is nothing short of a miracle.

[ Again, more readings. Again, more slightly annoyed gurgling from the Solosis. ]

I think I'm going to name you Hooke. A real pokemon! I'm beside myself! If only Cecil was here...

[ There's a sigh though as he considers it. Would Cecil have played the games to begin with? But his momentary musing is cut short when his attention is caught by a nearby pokemon. Heck, it could be one of yours. But at any rate, he'll be approaching with said Solosis in tow. ]

Hi. I hope you don't mind but... do you mind if I get a closer look at your pokemon?

[ What's that ahead of you in the water as you trek across on one of your seafaring pokemon? A Tentacool? Maybe an Octillery? It's coloring is odd...perhaps it's a shiny pokemon or one that has yet to be documented!

It doesn't seem to have spotted you yet, either. This could be your chance to catch something really rare! What will you do? ]

[If you're headed down one of the many routes, you might be able to hear what sounds like a guitar in the distance. It's lively and full of energy, just begging for someone to jump in and join. Waiting long enough reveals the music is coming from a man dressed up as a torero, riding a...Tauros. Sure, why not. Like anyone could have guessed, there is in fact a guitar in his arms, and he sways back and forth as he strums at it lovingly. The giant bull that carries him is practically prancing to the rhythm of the song while his companion lounges on his back like the pokemon's some sort of mobile hairy sofa.

By the sound of things, there's also some singing going on.]

I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
'Cause I haven't seen my lady
Since I don't know when

[It's a one man parade, what do?]

A tall slender woman drifted through the street like a ghost in her school uniform. Her long black hair hung like a shiny black curtain down just past her shoulders.

The most noticeable feature of this woman however was the bandages wrapped around her face, neck, hands and fingers. Perfectly normal looking legs came out from under her skirt however...were those zippers on the skin of her thighs just above where her knee high socks ended?

The bandages on her face occasionally bristled and shifted as she gazed this way and that like a tourist in this random city she had arrived in.

[Well this is...new, that's for sure. But new in a way that isn't necessarily bad all things considered. The worst is being separated from the rest of the group, but Clementine has enough experience- more than she could ever want- to be able to make it just fine on her own for as long as she needs.

Not to mention she's not alone. As Clem slowly walks through the snow, an Absol trots quietly by her side, staying very close with eyes constantly watching the surroundings. While any other time she might be a bit more wary, considering her terrible encounter with the last animal she ran into, this one has a strange feeling about it that she can't place. Like it's smarter than that and can really sense more danger than she ever could.]

I don't know where I am...but at least all of this snow will slow the walkers down, wherever it is.

[She sighs half to herself and half to the Absol. She's still got her gun and hatchet slipped into her back pocket besides the pokeballs inexplicably clipped to her belt, so if something does happen, she'll be ready for it.]

[There was... a man, neither tall nor short, slim or fat, wearing a rather sharp looking suit which would have looked even better, had it not been for the bloodstains that dotted the front and back of the otherwise sharp looking suit.

Kevin didn't notice those. Or, he did, he simply didn't pay them any mind. Kevin was all smiles today; it wasn't like you woke up in another place every day, you know. He almost wished that intern Vanessa was around to see the splendor his black, soulless eyes were currently witnessing.

The Mawile that followed behind him seemed just as perturbed by her trainer as you will probably be. Still, Kevin offers everyone he sees a smile; one that's probably a bit too big to be comforting.]

[On some random route, stands a young... person, fairly androgynous in appearance. They wore a red uniform of some sort, with a paint-stained smock over their waist and what appeared to be a brace on their chest and arms.

Robin, to her credit, wasn't freaking out about being in a new world. Though, she was freaking out about the Pokemon currently next to her.]

...RAUUUUGH! You're sooooo cute, maaaaan!!

[The Smeargle she was currently focusing on didn't seem very bothered by his trainer's Chords of Steel. Instead, he seemed more than content to start dragging his tail against some trees nearby, leaving a trail of green paint in its wake.

This only got Robin more excited. She was almost jumping with excitement, her brace threatening to snap with the exertion.]

Whooooa! You can paint too?! That's awesome, man!

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