First thread!

[tealdragon]

Terezi stand up when she heard Dave and John talking, her Bagon was behind her.
"Hey cool kid! I didn't knew getting early was something cool too, good thing I am early too" She laughed a little bit, but loudly. "Anyway, you shouldn't mess too much with Vriska, Im telling you for your own safe, but if you want to risk yourself, I wont stop you" She sighed "And you could give me some cake too, just saying" She laughed again.

[turntablegod]

Dave snorted and shook his head
"thirteen cakes? nice, thats way too much. maybe you should just give everyone here a cake, bet theres plenty for everyone egbert." He gave a nod
"yeah i was, saw you guys fighting on there. i think both of you are having a dumb kind of standoff here, like two cowboys getting ready to duel, wonder which ones going to give in first?its probably going to be you egbert, youre way too nice not to forgive her first, i know it."
Dave frowned and pulled off his messenger bag, dumping it on the ground. He looked at terezi and snorted, rolling his eyes
"if i didnt get here early id be wading through dumb kids screaming and shouting trying to get their pokemon just so they can fight their friends without knowing what theyre even doing."
"i still need to go get my pokemon, so im going to go inside to grab it and get a updated pokedex. mine is crap here, it only has sinnoh pokemon on it, pretty damn useless. you and spider chick try not to murder each other to death by having a staring contest, alright?" he walked off into the registration center, stuffing his hands in his pockets

[fuzzlekins]

"It was fine, but longer than I thought it would be." He smiled, trying not to notice the fact that Sollux was staring at him. He probably forgot to tell him he was paraplegic. "Good thing Rufio was asleep most of the time..."

Sensing that he was being talked about, the Togepi awoke from it's nap. He looked a bit cranky, as if wanting more shut eye, and gave the Gastly floating nearby a dirty look.

"Oh, by the way, have you seen Gamzee yet?" He asked curiously. "He said he was really looking forward to meeting me."

[OldDamara]

Gosh, how come no one else had ever told her how fun this could be?

Feferi has surfed before, as has almost every resident of Pacifidlog Town, but she didn't know anyone who had ever stood on top of a huge Wailmer and rode the waves! She might have to stick it into the world record book: first person to ever use a Wailmer as a surfboard! It would fit nicely next to her records set for accumulating the most speed while walking on her hands and her parkour records, as well.
God she loved parkour. Free running was probably one of the most exciting things ever!

But it really couldn't touch what she was doing right now! Sure, she had been on this thing for days and she had just recently run out of food, and the sun wasn't exactly the most friendly thing in the world, but still!
It was for the thrill of it all, and this sure fit the thrill bill!

That had been an incredibly lame thing to think, but Feferi didn't really care! She could see the rise of land in the distance. It was pretty far away, but still! It meant that she was much closer than she had been the morning prior!
Progress, Feferi! Progress.

She stooped and placed a hand onto her brand-new-sparkling Pokemon for support -- a huge wave was coming up on them fast! She stoops to minimize air resistance and leads her Pokemon up close to it.
Aaaaaaand flip! The ever-talented Nomia (what she had decided to name her Pokemon) had managed to do a full somersault through the air, and she had managed to stay on! Feferi's hair was now considerably heavier with water than it had been before, and her skin and clothes were drenched, but it was all worth it! That had been so much fun!

Still, standing for half of a day was exhausting. She slumped on Nomia's back and stroked her slippery body absentmindedly.
She'd better check her map! Going off course to catch a sweet wave probably hadn't been her best idea!
Oops!

She reached into her bag and pulled out her map.
Well, what used to be her map. It was completely waterlogged and was ripping in the middle. The notes that she had carefully marked in purple ink ran down the page, turning a sickening shade of pink as it went.
Well, she didn't really need a map anyway! Her phone had a nifty GPS!

She had bought a special land phone just for this occasion -- water ones worked much slower when they were out of water, as they were built specifically to transfer data through the unique properties of water!
Science!
Feferi tugged it out of a special pocket in her bag, built just for it, and pressed the button to turn it on.

Oh. Looks like land phones were a little too lame to handle extreme moves in the water! The battery was completely ruined!
She'd probably have to stick it in some rice later, but as of right now it was completely useless! Why hadn't she packed more communication devices?

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Feferi frowned, but when she looked to the horizon again, the land seemed a lot closer! Encouraged, she starting tapping Nomia's back, and she swam so fast that approaching Tentacool were bulldozed out of the way.
Finally, her Pokemon swam right into a sandbar, and Feferi hopped off. Nomia was pretty stuck, so she pushed at her and (eventually) freed her. Land was tangibly close, and the two sloshed awkwardly through the water until they both beached on the shore.

And that definitely had to be Pallet Town right there! There was a huge congregation of trolls and kids that she recognized from her computer screen!
She lugged Nomia on land and pushed her to go meet the group.
She probably looked super silly, pushing a Wailmer! She hoped they didn't mind!

"Hi guys! Oh, hang on a second!

[/color]" Feferi pushed Nomia over a rock. "Isn't everyone just looking so great? It's so great to finally meet you all![/color]"

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[Kat]

“Oh, hey!” John and Terezi weren’t particularly close friends, but he certainly liked her well enough, and he knew she and Dave were buddies. “Good, I’m not planning on talking to Vriska anyway!” he proclaimed loudly, looking at her in an incredibly unsubtle manner. It was blatanly obvious there was no real seriousness to what he said though, since he was still grinning broadly, and even winked at Vriska for good measure. He kind of wished she’d come over already, this was ridiculous. “I’ll give you cake too, Terezi, don’t worry. I have so much of the stuff clogging up my bag, and I can’t WAIT to get rid of it.”

He watched Dave enter the building a little reluctantly. Since he still hadn’t registered himself it would have made sense for him to follow the other boy into the building, but he felt like he should be waiting to greet the others. Especially since Karkat still hadn’t shown up. Where the heck was he, anyway? Some great example he was turning out to be.

[Nepeta Leijon]

“Well, I, er, thuppose it’s good that you’re here, then. Nice to meet you, I mean,” when he had realized he was staring and Tavros, he began to stumble upon his words. He felt kind of bad for staring, though it had come to a surprise he was, well, just in a wheelchair in general.
His Weedle inched over to the other two curiously, and attempted to climb up the wheelchair to get a better view of Togepi. He attempted to crawl up near Togepi, however being Togepi was in Tavros’ lap he just kind of hung out on the side of the wheelchair and cried out his name once or twice.

“Gamzee? No, I haven’t theen him. I thuppose he thould be here thoon. If not we may as well go look. He thould be pretty clothe by anywayth, right? How long doeth it take to get from…wherever he’th from to here?” Sollux tried to suggest. He was pretty adamant about staying here at the moment, but he supposed it wouldn’t be that awful to go looking for him. Potentially it could just be a mild encounter, and then they could come back and everything would be okay. Right?

[ellie [ex-everything]]

A journey of a thousand miles ends with the first sigh.
Or something inspiring like that. Whatever. It wasn't as if Kanaya actually put any stock into stupid sayings that found a way to get muddled in her head, turned upside downways and all manner of other things. Metaphors and old wives tales, being completely impractical by very design (thick as thieves, how in the world did that mean "close?"), often found ways to mix together, intertwine, and basically make disgusting, illogical, impractical lovechildren with each other.
It was disgusting.
Almost as disgusting as the metaphors themselves, really. They honestly did not suit people like her, she supposed -- literal and such.

A little too literal, to some -- but just the perfect amount to herself so anyone who had a different opinion could just keep it to themselves.

On that note, hadn't she traveled far enough with the boat (which had made her feel rather seasick, mind you). And then she'd had to ferry over to Pallet Town, and hadn't that been a riot -- squashed in between two trolls who were clearly adults and, much more evidently, clearly needed a nice soak in some sopor slime. The stench was enough to kill, and she wanted no part of it.
But hadn't that been a thousand miles? Or was this another onslaught of tricky word play, provided by those mythical old wives (whose wives were they, and how old were they talking?) who had nothing better to do than find confusing meanings for things that had had very clear definitions in the first place? So was a thousand miles a spiritual journey as well, or was that supposed to mean "one thousand miles that you have to walk for some reason. Also the terrain needs to be horrid, on principle."
And could she get into such an easy job sometime soon?
Her metaphors were at least comprehensible, thanks.

In any case, whatever.
Metaphor or literal, the fact of the matter was that she was taking the first steps (last sigh?) on the journey to start all other journeys -- or something equally melodramatic. There wasn't much for people outside the "Pokemon" business to do, so her parents had tried to make sure that she'd set herself up as quickly and efficiently as possible.
But not hastily, mind. She wasn't stupid.

So there she stood, messenger bag nicely affixed around her shoulders, cutting into her chest in a way that was a little troublesome (it matched, but then again, this hadn't been the effect she'd been searching for, exactly). It was simply laden down with emergency provisions, water bottles, sewing kits, dresses, accessories of all kinds, some starting money from her lusus (but not too much, of course! she was to win most of her living from competition -- something she relished the very thought of). There was any number of other knick-knacks simply sitting in there, finding their way into hidden grooves and dark crannies that Kanaya was perfectly sure that, even with her fastidious nature, she'd find a way to lose track of over the course of her journey. Or right now, for example.

She was well prepared. She wasn't going to go the way of some poor unfortunate trolls -- mauled to death by some wild Pokemon or another; or worse, left to starve in a maze of a forest with no way to get out. Or, worse yet, stuck in a city with no food, no future, and nothing to her name but an implausible dream.
And then her Pokemon would get stolen by Team Rocket or something, she guessed, while she was at it. And right before her untimely demise, her lusus would send her a letter telling her that one, she was dying, and two, she'd never loved her, and three, she had burned all of her romance novels.
Oh, and for added effect, it'd be raining. And some man with a violin (maybe Rose, while she was casting out these things) would be playing an implausibly sad tune on her tiny instrument of misery.
And then someone would dump her after she poured out her feelings to her. And then someone would steal her last belonging -- Rose's tiny violin (there had been a small hope-spot in this narrative, in which Rose had given it to her so graciously and told her to earn her own living because you had to teach a hoofbeast to walk, you couldn't just give it shoes). And then she'd collapse in an uncharacteristic heap, sobbing, and there would be rainbow drinkers swarming her because every good story needed rainbow drinkers.

Zoom out on her miserable form. Cue sad music. Roll credits.

Nope. That wouldn't be her.
(Then again, if that had ever happened to anyone she would have been dully surprised, but it was of no matter. It was her delusional, pessimistic fantasy, thanks. She didn't need your opinion on it.)

Where had she been going with this again? Oh right. Absolutely nowhere.
As usual.
Perfect.

Her life.

Kanaya trudged over to the building where she supposed she was supposed to fill out some paperwork in. Why they were asking thirteen year olds to fill out paper work to become Pokemon trainers was beyond her. She supposed it was for "safety" but "safety" sounded an awful lot like "covering their asses" and yes, she'd be sure to read the fine print.
She wouldn't be surprised if she ended up signing away her life or the responsibilities upon it through the illegible bottom line. And she'd do it, of course, because that was her duty.

She was going to be the best Coordinator Kanto had ever seen, practicalities be damned.
Also, perhaps her life.
Well, if fate had decreed, then who was she to refuse? Important jobs, and all that trite nonsense.

There was a literal throng of trolls and humans congregating, talking, laughing, pouring out messenger bags and comparing Pokemon and all manner else. Which was weird, because Kanaya had thought that she'd arrived on time.
Huh. Usually she was much more punctual than this.
No matter, it didn't seem like anyone had been expecting her anyway.
Which was both sad and fortunate, she supposed. Didn't like to keep people waiting.

Besides, she had a feeling she wouldn't be sticking around too long. Not to be alone, of course, but rather because they would prefer to hang out with other trainers, and Coordinators, well.
They were kind of a drag if she was being honest with herself.

People were going in and out of the building, and oh -- look, there was Feferi, cheerful as ever. Which was good. Had to count on someone to be the optimist all the time.
And speaking of which, there was John -- looking apprehensive and as if he'd just given an impromptu friendship mini-speech or something of that nature.

She wasn't going to deduce why. Too much effort, too little reward, and she was already tired.
Long days and such.

Instead, she simply found a way to approach the crowd, trying to mingle within without actually saying hello.
Which was stupid, what was she doing.

Awkward wave it was.
"Hello, everyone," She said, a little lamely, but not really knowing what else to say.
She wasn't self-conscious or anything, it just seemed like everyone else was established.
Maybe she should just....
Yeah....

Inch her way over to the door right there.
Perfect.

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[doorlord]

Wow, John was being pretty obnoxious about the whole ignoring thing. Vriska wasn’t shouting it to the world, and certainly wasn’t going to wink back. Was it still technically ignoring if you winked? Didn’t winking imply that they’ve noticed you? Ugh, it was so frustrating to think about! She thought about maybe, just maybe smiling back, but still she held her ground, acting like she didn’t see John at all. She figured showing some semblance of caring would be close to accepting defeat. There was absolutely no way she’d be caving first. Zip. Nada. None. John need to be shown that when she meant business, she didn't back down.

She supposed she might as well stop sulking around the outside -she'd been doing it far too long at this point- and joined the group of hopeful trainers waiting to register. She was pretty sure she saw Kanaya, and waved to her from her spot in line.

[gamzeemakara]

Oh shit!!

Gamzee snapped up from the ground and shook his head, though slowly. He had dozed off due to his exhaustion and totally forgot about his purpose; meeting Tav and co.

He slowly stood up, looked around, and, shrugging, let out his Mime Jr. thinking it might be a big help.

He squandered around, looking in the most un-obvious places, like in trees and under rocks.

What? It made sense to him. Don't know where crazy motherfuckers like them could be hiding.

[turntablegod]

Dave returned back outside, stuffing a pokedex into his pant's pocket along with his phone. He chuckled his pokeball in the air, letting out a Murkrow.
The Murkrow squawked and then caught the pokeball in it's beat, landing on Dave's shoulder and giving it to him. He patted the bird on his head, the bird blinking blankly.
"got my pokemon, pretty chill little dude. knows flying tricks already and a couple moves, pretty cool."
He held the bird in his arms, petting his head. He seemed pretty attached to the Murkrow, even if he just got it. The bird seemed very calm and relaxed, settling into the crook of Dave's arm and closing his eyes. It squawked quietly, very happy.

[gamzeemakara]

How. Fucking. Long. Does it take to find someone else. Seriously. If he didn't know better, he'd think everyone was dead.

So, when Junior AKA Mime Jr. ran up to Murkrow, shouting some random annoying honks (Gamzee had taught him how to do that) at this super cool blonde kid, Gamzee was more than happy.

He was just about to run up when he had this vague feeling that maybe... maybe that was a bad idea.

He just stood about 5 feet away from the person, scrutinizing them and not even trying to hide it.

[turntablegod]

The Murkrow opened its eyes and squawked startled, looking down at the Mime Jr. Dave looked down at it and frowned, looking up and staring at Gamzee. He walked over, pointing a thumb at the little Pokemon
"hey that thing yours? i think it wants something from me or my Pokemon. something wrong with it?" he kept staring at Gamzee from behind his shades, looking over the troll.
Something about the troll made him dislike him. He frowned and let go of his Murkrow, which fluttered to the ground in front of the Mime Jr, squawking at it.

[gamzeemakara]

Something about this kid was just a bit too cool, just a bit over the border of douche-dome.

Not that Gamzee would word it like that.

"nAaAaW, mAn. ItS ChIlL. hE JsUt wAnTeD To sAy hI To tHaT FaNtAsTiCaLlY FlUfFy fRiEnD Of yOuRs. ItS As cOoL As a mOtHeRfUcKiN' bLiZzArD BlOwIn' In tHe mIdDlE Of mAhOgAnY ToWn."

He nodded, as if all of that made sense and looked Dave over again, still getting that same nostalgic feeling.

Meanwhile, Mime Jr. had taken up imitating everything Murkrow was doing, though his expression was that of extreme joy.

[turntablegod]

He frowned when Gamzee spoke, putting his hands in his pockets
"yeah, none of that made any sense at all.you sound pretty damn stoned but you probably are arent you?" he snorted and rolled his eyes behind his shades.
The Murkrow was obviously confused with the Mime Jr. copying him, flapping its wings and squawking at the little thing, not wanting to attack it.
Dave stared at Gamzee with a condescending look, at least as much of one as he could give with his shades on. he turned away and picked up his Murkrow, smoothing its feathering and holding it close, the bird settling down in his arms. He kept petting the bird, his attention now strangely affixed to only his Pokemon. He almost forgot Gamzee was still there.

[gamzeemakara]

Gamzee raised a brow a bit, mostly in confusion.

"WhAtEvEr tHe fUcK ThAt sHiT Is, BuT It sOuNdS PrEtTy mOtHeRfUcKiN' pAiNfUl"

His Mime Jr. started dancing around Dave's feet, still trying to get to Murkrow. Gamzee didn't mind. He knew it was just being friendly.

The brow raised even further when he saw how attached Dave was with his pokemon. I mean, Gamzee loved all his pet pals, but Dave... it was strange.