First thread!

[turntablegod]

Dave seemed to snap out of it when Gamzee spoke, looking up at him blankly. He looked down at the Mime Jr, frowning.
He let go of his Pokemon, the bird flapping to the ground, messing with Gamzee's Pokemon again.
"whats painful? i never said anything like that and neither did you. "

[gamzeemakara]

He returned the blankest of stares.

"... YoU KnOw, I DoNt eVeN FuCkIn' ReMeMbEr aNyMoRe, BrO"

Mime Jr. made an excited squeaka nd went back to hip-hopping around with Murkrow.

If there was ever a moment for Gamzee to be scrutinizing someone, it would be now, but he was too busy staring at Dave and thinking about rainbows, Murkrows, and Tavros.

[turntablegod]

Dave looked at the two pokemon, then back up at Gamzee, point at him nonchalantly
"so who are you anyway? i get your a troll and your here to register but who are you??"
He stared down at the two pokemon again, watching them jump around. The Murkrow was back to hopping around on the ground and flapping its wings while squawking at the Mime Jr.

[Jade Harley]

Jade breathed in the salty air with a delighted sigh. She was leaning on the railing of the boat, looking out at the ever-nearing beach and the town just beyond. She ran her hands through the warm fur of her Growlithe.
"look bec! there it is! all our friends are there, and i will be registered as an offical trainer," she said, a smile across her whole face. Becquerel barked in response and cutely waggled his puffy tail. "oh man, i just can't wait! we should be reaching land in a couple minutes!"

Her legs felt wobbly as she stepped onto dry land, but she didn't let that stop her from bounding from the beach to the registration office where everyone was to meet. Becquerel ran alongside her, tail wagging and tongue flopping in puppydog exitement. The two of them slowed to a stop before the group of kids and trolls still outside the office.
"hi everyone, i hope i'm not late!" Jade said, adjusting her messenger bag after the run. Bec sat loyally beside her. "oh and happy birthday john!" She said then took off one of her reminders and stuffed it in a small pocket on her bag.

[gamzeemakara]

He shook his head slowly, but fast by his terms to get out of that spaced out funk. He held out a hand,t he other fixing his hat.

"GaMzEe mAkArA At yOuR SeRvIcE"

He let out a loud HoNk. It was just one of his ticks.

Mime Jr. pounced on Murkrow playfully, still mimicking it's squawks as best it could.

Gamzee glanced at the two and his lazy grin was back.

[turntablegod]

Dave frowned at Gamzee with a bit of malice
"Gamzee? oh, so youre that annoying clown who doesnt appreciate that insane clown posse video i sent. you know that was pretty good. and you didnt really have to fucking threaten my life because of it you know. not really my fault you dont like those videos."
he frowned, piicking up his Murkrow
"Dave Strider." he added, in case Gamzee didn't understand who he was.

[gamzeemakara]

His eyebrows knit together even more.

His nose scrunched up in deep thought, and...

No. Fucking. Way.

He was frozen, his face making an expression like, ":oO!!!!"

Mime Jr. imitated Gamzee, tearing away from Murkrow.

[turntablegod]

Dave snorted and rolled his eyes, holding his Murkrow close to him, staring scornfully at Gamzee. He didn't like the troll, barely at all. The guy didn't appreciate his irony and threatened his life. On more than one occasion. Not cool.
The Murkrow began the stare down the Mime Jr angrily, cawing at it loudly. It sat on Dave's shoulder, glaring down the small Pokemon.

"Guess you aint too happy to see me then are you because you sure aint saying anything. you look pretty stupid making a face like that too, makes you look even more dumb than you already do."

[dirk]

---~+Dirk Strider+~---

***

It had been quite the journey from Castelia city to Pallet Town. A boat and then a plane had taken all night. Dirk had slept soundly, all the while cupping the Pokeball that held his beloved Ponyta in his limp hands. When he awoke, groggy and still with a bus ride to go, he had wandered out of the airport and let Dash stretch. He had a lot to think about as he sat on the corner of a dusty street in Saffron City, petting Dash.

He hadn't been to the Kanto region since his parent's divorce and hadn't seen his brother since. He wondered what he looked like or where he was living now. Was he starting his journey too, or was mom too protective. Dirk had forgotten everything about his mother, including her face. He was sure that he would have forgotten Dave's as well if he didn't share it.

Running the brush through Dash's coat once more, the screech of the bus' breaks roused Dirk from his thoughts and he stood, returning Dash to his Pokeball and boarding the bus along with a few other kids that were also traveling to Pallet Town to register themselves with the league. Taking a seat near the back, he tried to sleep, but the rest on the plane had made the prospect of sleep impossible, so instead, he stared out the window, watching as the landscape of Kanto passed him by.

He thought about how alone he had felt at home, completely neglected by parental influence. As the owner of a production company, Mr. Strider didn't exactly have time for his son. In fact, Dirk hadn't even bothered reminding him that he was leaving. Instead, he had simply taken all of his savings, as well as Dash and left the house, nothing more than an orange messenger bag on his shoulder and a pair of pointed sunglasses on his nose. Oh, and a katana at his hip as well as a screwdriver. You never know when you're going to have to battle to the death or repair a busted Pokedex.

After stretch after stretch of land, he had finally fallen asleep, his eyelids only flickering open when the bus had finally stopped. Blinking into the light of mid-day, Dirk stood and checked to make sure he had all of his belongings before quietly following after the other children on the bus, heading straight for the registration building, ignoring the group of children out front... that is--

Until he noticed a very familiar face, one that he had seen reflected in the rear-view mirror of the bus only seconds beforehand...

"There is no possible way," he muttered, "Not a fucking chance in hell..."

***

[Kat]

John edged away from Dave, who seemed to be starting some kind of argument with the weird troll (probably that "asshole clown" friend of Karkat's he was always complaining about.) Dave was his best bro, but honestly. He really had a way of riling people up.

There were so many people here, now! John wasn’t sure quite who everyone was, having only really talked to most of them online before, and he was a little intimidated by how MANY of them there were. Vriska was still sulking about and her saw her fiddling with her phone, (probably posting about how much she hated him to her blog), looking increasingly irritated with him. Ha. John was just considering maaaaybe approaching her, (just so that he could cut into the line in front of her, totally) when he caught sight of Jade heading towards everyone. He sprang up, calling out her name in greeting.

“Hey Jade, happy birthday to you, too!” Wait, shit. Instinctive replay.

[causticcynic]

Rose Lalonde had not had a good day.

After packing and repacking at least five times, constantly debating how much food she needed and whether her knitting supplies were strictly necessary, she'd finally dropped off only to get a few hours of broken sleep. Her mother had been sleeping off another hangover and didn't wish her goodbye, not that Rose gave any extra thought to it. She had her phone, if the woman finally decided to act like a parent for once.

Despite the fact that she lived closer to Pallet than anyone who wasn't already there, transportation was more of an issue because she didn't live strictly in a city. Viridian was certainly accessible by car, but she had no immediate transportation options besides her own two feet and the cab she called took an hour to arrive--people always had trouble finding the house, for some reason. Being late was certainly not the first impression she wanted, she thought sullenly, as she leaned against the back seat and closed her eyes.

Later than she would have liked, the cab was passing through Viridian City and soon after Pallet came into view. She counted out the cash even as she gave the stunned cabbie a verbal reaming for his tardiness. Less snarky than she would have liked, she mused even as the man drove away. He'd almost been in tears. She might have lost her temper a bit. Ugh.

She adjusted her lilac rucksack and shaded her eyes as she looked over Pallet Town. Much smaller than Viridian, and she'd never even been to the city all that much. Almost as an afterthought, she finally dug her single Pokeball out of her rucksack; everyone would most likely be cavorting with their Pokemon, and she didn't want to be unprepared. The Squirtle had been a birthday present from her mother, an uncharacteristically kind gesture.

Expression check: neutral. Hair: passable. Ready to take on the world? Let's go.

The registration building was by far the largest and the easiest to spot, especially with all the humans and trolls congregating outside. It was impossible to tell which people were John, Dave, and Kanaya at this point. Almost nervous (she would have hoped it would be easier than talking to everyone to figure things out) she approached the building--only to run face-first into a young troll girl who was exiting.

Not just a young troll girl, but a very fashionable troll girl with a very distinctive haircut.

Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better.

[pol]

Waking up was always a thoroughly weird experience when Karkat didn't remember going to sleep. If he could help it, he didn't like to go to sleep-- it was a total waste of time, for one, and so he had stayed up all night. That hadn't been a problem. He talked to some of the other kids on the internet, the sickeningly excited and the disgustingly self-assured. The anticipation of the big day had probably augmented their obnoxiousness tenfold, so they had squabbled and poked fun at each other, and Karkat had predictably broken out the empty threats in record time. That hadn't been a problem, either, but for the fact that the majority of his overly bubbly conversational partners had somehow managed to concur on the fact that Karkat Vantas, immutably, was saddled with a pathetic Krabby as a starter pokemon.

Oh, and they were right.

The little shit was destructive as all hell, too. And so, without sleeping all night, in addendum to the fact that Sollux had decided to flounce off with Tavros and Aradia without a second thought, Karkat had become a little tired. That's when Will Smith-- the destructive little shit, not his exponentially more wonderful namesake-- had gotten mud all over everything. Karkat was not even necessarily sure how that worked. It was probably apart of its basic moveset, but Karkat did not see how covering a bloodthirsty opponent pokemon in mud would deter it from steaming the fucking Krabby alive and eating its entrails.

So really, that move was probably useless but for the fact that it could generate enough mud to cover all of Karkat's shit . In the early hours of the day, then, Karkat found himself exhausted, half-wrestling with a slightly abnormally sized crab-- whatever, he was used to wrestling with abnormally sized crabs-- and then cleaning up mud from everything, seething. Somewhere during all of that, it seems he'd just kind of... sat down and slept.

And now the rays suggesting a bright, fabulous day were busting unwelcome through his window, and Karkat scratched his head as the events of last night became comprehensible. And then he jolted upwards from where he'd been laying on the floor, glancing around-- right, he didn't have a clock in sight, and god damn it, a whole ton of his shit was still covered in mud, but it wasn't like he'd be staying. He quickly lifted his shirt over his head and changed into another one, picking up his thankfully pre-packed backpack and snatching the pokeball with his destructive little shit of a pokemon from his desk. After stubbing his toe in a hurry and forcing his feet into socks, and his besocked feet into shoes, he half-stumbled out the door without looking back. While running down in the direction of the registration building he had stared at longingly for every day of his forsaken life, he made a cursory glance at John's house-- lights out; John was probably already there, and fuck, fuck if there was going to be a congregation of idiots without his supervision and mature presence.

He made it to the tangle of youths in a few minutes, taking a deep breath and heaving only minimally. Karkat was further disgruntled to see that no clear line was formed-- ugh, that was irritating-- and he wandered around a little, arms crossed, until John and Jade caught his eye. A bit past them, he saw Vriska, and a ways to the other side, Dave and Gamzee. He didn't see Sollux or anyone particularly bearable around, so he crossed his arms and went to go battle the vile forces of asshattery colloquially re-termed as "Dave Strider."

Really, though, he ended up tugging at his clown friend's sleeve, looking him up and down with a look that definitely did not convey any sort of happiness in the least. "... You sweaty douche, what are you doing screwing around and making god-awful conversation with shameless pricks like this?" He turned his head to stare hotly at Dave for a second, frowning.

[coolkidapocalypse]

Aradia hummed a bit, still wondering where in the heck Gamzee could be. She had taken to grabbing Tavros's wheelchair and pushing him around a bit, before the sight of the cool kid and a loud HONK caught her attention. "Oh! There he is!" She exclaimed, as she skipped over with her friends in tow. "Hi Gamzee! ...And uh, ...D-Dave? Is that right?" She smiled toward the two, a little apologetically for seemingly not knowing who was what. One couldn't be TOO outgoing and assuming, especially not with people literally piling up by the minute. Then again, that very fact itself was exciting her more and more! Get this girl an excite-o-meter or something!!

[turntablegod]

Dave frowned as Karkat walked over, staring at him. His Murkrow looked at Karkat too, tilting its head and cawing. It flew tO the ground again, preening its feathers lazily.
"oh look its my favorite troll in person, karkat vantas. cant wait to have you yelling at me until my ears bleed 24 7. itll be so exciting man i can barely fucking wait," he said in a sarcastic tone.
He he turned to look at Aradia wheeling tavros over, nodding his head at them and offering a wave
"sup my bovine horned bro? been waiting for you to get here, your clown buddy doesnt seem to take a liking to me. sup aradia, and yeah, Dave Strider."
Dave gave at least a partial grin to Tavros, after all, he had to admit Tavros wasn't too shabby at rapping.
He looked up past Tavros, staring at Dirk with confusion

[eridan]

eridan scowwled as these pokemon moved his hivve onto the landdwweller towwn Seahorse Dad thought he was starting to run with a bad crowwd but to make him fuckin movve ALL THE WWAY to this fuckin little podunk piece of shit towwn wwell at least he got his horsea before he left he caught it on his trip wwith this pokeball it wwas odd really it scales wwere more of a teal color then the deep seablue that is normal it wwas really odd but he could really feel like relate to the guy unique in a herd of sheep wwho didnt knoww their heads from their asses thinkin up a name for his horsea he smiles comin up wwith somethin and takin a piece of tape and puttin it across the pokeball he scribbles 'jack sparroww' noddin in satisfaction he puts awway his purple gel pen puttin the pokeball on his belt and wwalkin up to the hivve there wwhere alot of pokemon brinin his thins into the hivve like all his wwizard statues but he wwouldnt be around to enjoy them for long today is the day and advventure is in the air today he wwould go on his owwn pokemon journey to RULE THE WWORLD of pokemon wwith pokemon as he wwill be the best trainer coordinator AND breeder

lookin around he sees a group of people he offers them a sneer he saww one of these little shits comment on his blog howw the fuck did he get followwers in kanto anywway wwas he famous or somethin noww the idea does givve him a bit of a ego boost howwevver he wwished there wwere more royalbloods around or at least someone wwho kneww wwhat a fuckin decent shade of color looked like he sees all these red yellowws and blues and he wwants to vvomit he then spies a short angry troll for some reason he feels drawwn to him to tell him all his problems and explain evverythin about the quadrants wweird none the less it is wway too fuckin early for this shit didnt seahorse dad knoww ten am wwas too fuckin early givvin a humph and a scarf toss he wwalks into his hivve tryin to find a decent cup of fuckin coffee he knowws he bought it he bought the exotic blend from sinnoh it wwas a darker coffee wwith a fragrance that could not be matched it made him wwant to listen to jazz and havve a blonde hangin off his arm wwhile they both speak that wweird human language knowwn as french blondes wwere fuckin exotic you nevver saww a troll wwith hair that color it wwas so LIGHT howw did humans manage it he has no clue howw that shit wworks

grabbin his rich coffee he wwalks outside leanin against the movvin truck and glarin at the group like he is the shit wwhich of course he IS in his mind he pulled out his glubpod and browwsed through his vvast amount of music and settles on a song he heard in a movvie once by some human group troll groups wwere clearly much better howwevver he wwas wwillin to deal wwith i dont wwant to miss a thin for a wwhile he thinks as he plugs in the earphones totalhipster douche appearance complete his backpack ready fivve pokeballs on his belt runnin shoes on his feed noww all he needs is a pokenavv to make his appearance go from hipstershit to hipsterprince he looks at the sun and growwls hopin it wwould set trolls wwere a photo sensitivve race and evven though they had gotten ovver that mostly to havve the sun beatin dowwn on you like that wwhen you wwere a seadwweller wwas annoyin he needs to get himself a hat he thinks he pulls out his portable digital assistant and checks his blog once more lookin for any more replys then that on blue asshole he sighs and types out a reply quickly then puts it awway wwaitin for someone to notice him
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