Seta Souji (
the_tv_is_a_lie) wrote2013-09-11 02:51 am
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#1: Don't you know you're letting all the junk flood in? [Video/Action, New Bark Town]
[...Well, wasn't that a strange turn of events.
Last he remembered, he was on the train back to Tokyo. He was supposed to be heading home. Why did he suddenly end up here, and what's with all this music running through his ears? Does someone have their radio on full blast or something? ...But it doesn't look like there's a radio in sight...
...Well, it's not like things could get any weirder. Other than this sheep-like thing he was shown the ropes on how to catch by an elder. He's already seen his fair share of strange for a lifetime. But that's not his main concern right now. No, in fact, his main concern is said sheep-like thing -- a Mareep, the elder'd called it -- and watching it while it moved around so frantically, presumably from excitement.
...It looked adorable, actually. He couldn't help the little smile.]
Hey, little guy. What do you want?
Mareep! Mareep!
[...He tilted his head, lineface resurfacing. Did it just say its own name? More importantly, he can't discern what it wants just from hearing it say its own name...]
...That doesn't help.
Mareep!
[It nudged his hand, almost as if it were asking for something. Food, maybe? A pat on the head? He isn't sure. He'll go with the latter for now.]
Ma-reeeeeeeeeep...
[> ...This is going to take a while to figure out.
Anyone watching that feed might want to help...]
Last he remembered, he was on the train back to Tokyo. He was supposed to be heading home. Why did he suddenly end up here, and what's with all this music running through his ears? Does someone have their radio on full blast or something? ...But it doesn't look like there's a radio in sight...
...Well, it's not like things could get any weirder. Other than this sheep-like thing he was shown the ropes on how to catch by an elder. He's already seen his fair share of strange for a lifetime. But that's not his main concern right now. No, in fact, his main concern is said sheep-like thing -- a Mareep, the elder'd called it -- and watching it while it moved around so frantically, presumably from excitement.
...It looked adorable, actually. He couldn't help the little smile.]
Hey, little guy. What do you want?
Mareep! Mareep!
[...He tilted his head, lineface resurfacing. Did it just say its own name? More importantly, he can't discern what it wants just from hearing it say its own name...]
...That doesn't help.
Mareep!
[It nudged his hand, almost as if it were asking for something. Food, maybe? A pat on the head? He isn't sure. He'll go with the latter for now.]
Ma-reeeeeeeeeep...
[> ...This is going to take a while to figure out.
Anyone watching that feed might want to help...]
[video]
...aaaand there's the catch. [Sigh.] Sorry about that. Sometimes when people leave this place they come back with screwed up memories or somethin' ridiculous like that.
Name's Cu Chulainn. Call me Lancer. And if I catch you naming another Riolu after me I'm gonna punch your face in this time.
[souji i'm so sorry that you have no idea what he's on about]
[video]
Also have another set of blinks. He does not comprehend. 8|]
...I see. [And then a beat to repeat Lancer's last bit in his head. Wait one blasted minute--]
I did what?
[video]
[sorry he's assdevastated about a cute little blue canine pokemon with red eyes being named after him.]
So, you want the general rundown of this place or what?
[video]
Souji just shrugs. Well, if he insisted...]
It's a start. Where am I? [The town he can easily figure out. It's just the matter of the rest of the world. 8|]
[video]
Okay, try to keep up. You're in some crazy world where pretty much everything revolves around these absurdly impossible things called Pokemon. There's no real voluntary way back--believe me, people have tried--and you're basically stuck. Upside is there's not much in the way of things you have to do. You can catch more of them, fight gym leaders for some level of recognition, or whatever else you feel like doing. It's pretty common for people to just kinda sit back and go with it.
[like you, you lazy fuck]
People come and go pretty much at random, coming from who even knows how many different worlds. If they return, sometimes they don't remember whatever the hell they got up to the first time like you apparently don't. Other times they've pretty much got things in order, and don't ask me why the hell it's not the same for everybody.
Questions?
[why is there an ancient irish hero here]
[why is he not remotely what one would expect]
[why is he wearing such an awful shirt]
[video]
And what happened to all that badass armor, Cu
At least he's paying close enough attention to all this, nodding and writing it all of in his head for later perusal...]
...For starters, what's with the shirt?
[...Oh, that's the first thing that he takes notice of. Really. Really.
BUT THEN, EVEN HE HAS TO QUESTION SUCH GAUDY FASHION SENSE. He'll get to more serious questions later, honest.]
[video]
[lancer you are thirty years old what is wrong with you.]
[video]
Not what I was looking for. [Please be upfront with him about that tacky shirt it is just hideous]
[video]
[dogs are colorblind]
[this is a fun fact that could be relevant to the conversation as it stands now]
[video]
I think everyone else who's seen that shirt had to wash their eyes for a few minutes afterward. [He wishes he could be more tactful, but oh lord are his figuratively screaming bloody murder. THAT IS PAINFUL TO EVEN LOOK AT.]