First thread!

[doorlord]

An eternity later, Vriska finally finished filling out all her registration forms and let out a sigh of relief. That was exhausting. Who knew becoming a trainer required you to fill out so many useless details about yourself? She was pretty sure nobody could ever enjoy so much paperwork unless they had some sick fetish. Well, at least it was over with now, and she had a shiny new pokédex in her hand.

She walked outside the building, instantly noticing the rather large group of people and trolls that had been forming. She knew right away that these were her friends – could she even call them that? For the most part, she hated them and they hated her. Even so, she still cared about them – but didn’t go over to join them. She was still pretty bitter at John, and didn’t even want to talk to anyone who was near him. Besides, if she greeted the group as a whole, she’d be greeting John too, and was absolutely not going to be the first to say hi. Not a chance.

With a sigh she plopped down against the building, and started to stroke Spinneret (who’d been on her shoulders throughout the whole registration process- Vriska had decided early on that she would be trying the whole keeping-your-pokémon-out-of-their-pokéballs-as-much-as-possible method of training. She figured it led to closer relationships, and that led to better battles. Also, maybe she was a little lonely sometimes- not that she’d admit it). There wasn’t much else for her to do, so she hoped one of the group, hopefully John, would come greet her.

[Kat]

John trotted out of the building after having registered. Wow, this was exciting! He was now officially a Pokémon trainer! So, he could do Gym Battles and try and win badges, he guessed? Honestly, John wasn’t too fussed about the Pokémon League challenge. He was waaay more interested in the fact that hey, he was going on an exciting adventure with some of his best friends and he also had an adorable new Pokémon/pet/daughter. Precious Casey. He’d wanted to keep her out more, but she seemed to prefer being in her ball when they were inside, probably due to the huge crowds. She was a little shy, he guessed.

Now that they were outside, he let the Charmander out again, and scanned the people for his friends. Dave and his - well, John imagined it was his twin? - were still engaged in some sort of tearful reunion. John made a mental note to tease Dave about this blatant loss of ‘cool’ when he had the chance, along with questioning him about what exactly was going on. But never mind that, he had totally just spotted Vriska, who was STILL standing around on her own.

Gesturing for Casey to follow, he went to approach her. Not because he was in any hurry to see her or felt bad or anything like that, but she honestly looked pretty pathetic and lonely there, and he was just being the bigger person and putting her out of her misery. Totally. “Uh… hey,” he greeted her meekly, “you doing okay?”

[dirk]

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

***

His heart sank at the poison that dripped from his brother's tongue. He didn't want to hear that. His father had loved him as best as a busy father could. Sure it wasn't a perfect relationship and the two of them weren't exactly 'friends', but compared to Dave, Dirk couldn't begin to complain. So she hated him, she hated them both. Dirk still couldn't exactly wrap his head around the idea of a woman giving birth to twin boys and then neglecting them. For him, it just didn't compute-- it wasn't within the realm of human emotion. Expressing his thoughts on the matter wasn't exactly easy either. Orange eyes locked on his brother's red, he could almost feel the sadness and the hatred that glared within them, and each time he opened his mouth to apologize, not once, not twice, but thrice, all he could do was close it, the words never adequate.

Finally, he said, "I'm sorry, Dave, but there isn't anything I can say beyond 'I'm so sorry.' Just know that now, shit is going to change. You have a brother who's been looking for you and--"

Before he could continue, the sound of scuffling and falling interrupted his thoughts and he held out his hand instinctively without a second glance. Who was this? Who had just stumbled into this conversation and derailed it like a four way bullet train collision? And then, as if he were in some sort of dream, a voice he had only heard through headphones--

"Dirk, are you crying?"

Roxy?

Blinking, and wiping the tears from his eyes once more, his vision cleared and he was greeted with the sight of one of his closest friends sitting before him. Tilting his head a little, he tried to process exactly what was happening, his emotions so fucked up from meeting his brother that his brain wasn't exactly functioning. As his mind slowly wrapped its way around the situation, he started a bit, leaning forward and actually offering her his outstretched hand.

"Rox! --fuck, yeah, I am crying I guess."

He sniffed, wiping his eyes with his free hand again. She was much prettier in real life. The quality of a webcam downgraded the elegant curves of her face and washed out her eyelashes. He had always thought that she was beautiful, but not like this. Part of him felt somewhat inadequate as he stared down at her, eyes swollen and red and sniffing like a child. Plus, the travel weary face and messed up hair-- he wasn't exactly rockin' this look. This was not how he wanted to meet her, but he was so glad that it was happening that he put his vanity aside for now, choosing only to grin at her and help her to her feet. An awkward meeting for the both of them, he supposed. Oh well. God, he hoped Jake wasn't going to show up any time soon. Roxy could forgive a bad first impression, he was sure, but not Jake.

"Dave, this is Roxy LaLonde, my 'BFF'," he air-quoted, "and Rox, this is my twin brother, Dave. Hence why I look like a blubbering mess."

***

[OldDamara]

Gosh, could that have been any more boring? Feferi had figured that because everyone was just meeting each other and she wasn't exactly who everyone was wanting to see when she got there, she would just go ahead and register. Worst idea ever! It had honestly asked her what she'd eaten last, to which she could very accurately say "I don't remember! SORRY!" to (in her only working pen's pretty purple ink, of course! That had been the only good part of that process!).

She doesn't know why they insist on grilling six sweep olds/thirteen year olds (gotta be culturally sensitive, Feferi! Remember?) for the most intricate details of their lives, but she can't really complain any more! It was all over and done with!
Hopefully the only other time she'll have to divulge this much information is after she gets sworn in as empress. The press was really gossipy about stuff like that!

With quite a bit of work involved, Feferi rolls Nomia out of the building again and rejoins the mass of people and trolls outside. She wonders if she should just put Nomia back into her Pokeball, but the thought makes her sad. Cooping her up in there when there's so many new people to meet would be so cruel! Feferi could definitely relate to being confined, just out of reach of the world, but never being able to reach out and grab it.

Being an heiress with a huge fight to prepare for (a fight that hundreds of other heiresses just like her had already died doing!), a monster lusus to keep quiet (to prevent the mass extinction of their race!), and a vvery needy moirail to top it off was a LOT of hard work! Even though she had internet friends, hopping on the computer made her feel unproductive. Even if she had all the freetime in the world, she preferred to care for the injured water Pokemon that would sometimes drift into her hive to be cured.
She hadn't been the best doctor, really, but she felt like she had to be tending to something!

Chances were that she would probably be dead by the time she hit eight sweeps, forked through the middle by a trident bigger than she was, so she knows that most of her own wishes and aspirations are negligible. It's best to try to improve the world around you before you go, and Feferi had a rather short and fast-moving timer constantly hanging about her head.

...But enough about that! Whew! She really didn't want to think about it! She had spaced out for a while, a little paralyzed with fear, and she now remembers why she avoids thinking about the future.
It's pretty scary! She tries to laugh to herself when Nomia starts to roll over to meet those who were all alone, but it comes out of her throat a little choked. She doesn't really want anyone to worry about her (not that they really would! They all already have such close friendships, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little jealous!), so she just jogs after her slow-moving Pokemon.

She found herself by a little troll who had presumably just arrived! The little hat she wore was really cute, and it made her look like some sort of Glameow. This girl was alone too, which was really sad, but maybe they could just be alone TOG-ET)(---ER!

"Hi there! You're going on a Pokemon Journey too, right? I can hardly wait!"

[/color] She said, and tugged at Nomia to keep her from rolling away any more. The more she looked at this girl the more she felt as though she should recognize her.
...Which was probably because she should! The cat hat should have given her away! "Oh, are you arsenicCatnip? Wow, I feel so stupid! It's really nice to meet you! I'm cuttlefishCuller, but I guess Feferi's fine, now![/color]"
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[eridan]

eridan wwatches all these happy reunions god they make him sick then he spots a particular female that hes pretty sure he knowws other then his moirail he smirks strutin ovver to her he of course is goin to call her fat wwhich surprisinly she wwasnt evven though he had called her that so many times "lets see vvision eightfold shoddy dresser ugly as sin in the company of a derpy lookin human and fat as a wwhalimer" he pokes her in the side almost certain it wwas her "vvrishit serket i assume" this wwas his first time meetin her in person he tries to look at her wwith scorn though his excitement betrays him she is his friend he supposes a black friend wwho he likes to call fat constantly "so howw havvent you crushed your human here"

he of course wwas already registered wwhen seahorse dad told him they wwere goin to movve he registered at a hoenn office and he of course had to swwitch his pokedex to national mode wwhich wwas a point in the ass but he looked at the region he wwas finally here he wwas goin to make a throne somehoww and sit on it like in that wweird ass sitcom wwith troll wwill smith if anybody deservves to be a prince its him

he wwatches his moirail roll her pokemon out of the buildin he should havve knowwn she wwould be the type to do that ah wwell fef wwas a bit silly so he makes sure to wwavve to her hell givve her a hug once hes done antagonizin vvris fef wwill understand he wwas sure and then they wwould go on a advventure together and maybe become closer through it he wwould at least try to protect her from danger wwere he could he wwas her moirail after all it wwas a vvery serious charge to let dowwn ones moirail so he wwould protect her wwhere he could
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[doorlord]

“John!” Vriska said, maybe a little too excitedly. Okay, perhaps she was a little bit glad to see him; she was honestly beginning to think he wouldn’t come greet her. Knowing John, it was a completely ridiculous thought, but a small part of her had begun to worry anyway. Not that it mattered now, seeing as she was officially the winner of their little ignoring war.

She smirked and continued, “I knew you’d cave. And I’m completely fine, great even, I don’t know what would give you the idea that I wasn’t!”

Just as she was about to comment on how Casey looked a little sick for a Charmander and going through the usual formalities of “thanks for asking” and “how are you?”, she heard a voice that sounded like nails on chalkboard. A voice that annoying could only belong to one person: Eridan. She sighed and tried to decipher his weird accent, discovering that his insults were pretty damn laaaaaaaame. His fat jokes were getting hilariously overused by now, and even more hilariously untrue as she saw Feferi with her pokémon. And his only name-based insult was Vrisshit, which she had to give props for, but when it was the only one he used? It got a little boring.

“Asspora,” Vriska asked/greeted, “Would you like to use your moirail’s Wailmer to test that theory?”

Before he could answer, she yanked him in for the most hate-filled hug she had ever given. She squeezed tightly; making sure this would be as physically painful for him as possible. As she squeezed, she quickly added “Also, John’s not my human, and what I do is not, nor will it ever be, any of your business!”

[Kat]

“Me, cave? No way. Everyone else is chatting and making friends and you’ve just been off in your own miserable little corner. You looked totally lonely and down in the dumps here so I thought I’d come rescue you from boredom and solitude! Besides, I know how much you were dying to see me.” He laughed lightly, pleased that she didn’t seem to still be mad at him. She sounded kinda happy to see him, actually!

Then his new neighbour came and interrupted their little moment. Not that saying hi to Vriska constituted a ‘moment’. Whatever. The point was, wow what a massive douchebag. John narrowed his eyes and glared at Eridan, all thoughts of giving him a friendly neighbourly greeting flying out of the window. Well, looked like purple-text guy was just as much of a prick in real life as online? The nerve of him, calling John ‘derpy’. He wasn’t derpy!

He was just about to argue as much, and possibly defend Vriska’s honour and point out the fact that she was in no way fat (she was actually rather attractive), when Vriska went and pulled him into what was probably the scariest hug he’d ever seen. Wow, okay. Trolls were soo weird.

“Uh, yeah. What Vriska said,” he agreed meekly.

[Nepeta Leijon]

Of course it had been a little surprising to see Gamzee so quickly. Had he been paying attention and actually said something, maybe they could of least have had a decent start.
He would most likely see Gamzee quite a few times throughout the journey no matter what, as he would most likely everyone else who was starting as a trainer today.

When Aradia motioned to come to the registration building, he may as well follow then. It may have been kind of weird not to follow anyways.
After spending a moment looking for his Weedle, Castor, only to find him clinging to the side of Tavros’ wheel chair, he scooped the insectoid Pokemon up. Sollux had meant to put it, assumingly him, down onto the ground. However when he had tried to it clung to his arm, wrapping itself around it, and refusing to let go. When Sollux attempted to push Castor off, it simply made a strange hissing noise which slightly freaked him out due to not knowing that this thing could even make a noise. So he just let the Weedle remained attached to his arm.
“Coming AA,” he said, following after Gamzee inside, giving a small, “hey,” to Gamzee as he tried to pass by him in an attempt to get closer to Aradia.

[pol]

Karkat kept his head down and his pokemon in its pokeball, secretive as per usual, and further aggravated by just how classless everyone else was, letting their pokemon run wild, clamping onto limbs and lolling about outside like fuckwits high on sopor. He was in line for registration, but from a vantage point where he could see familiar faces going about their issues together and... without him.

OK, to clarify, he wasn't nearly pathetic enough to feel anything more than a twinge of loneliness, and even then, it was so easily translated into offense and frustration. How could no one see that he was like, one of the top candidates for an ideal pokemon journey partner? God, his friends were borderline retarded. Gamzee wanted to travel with a cripple over him, for fuck's sake, and Sollux wanted to travel with Aradia, which was slightly more understandable. Completely incomprehensible to him was Terezi's likely desire to tag along with Dave and his oddly similar genetic relation. But that was fine. He was almost done registering, anyway. In a moment of desperation, he nearly considered John-- he could see him outside, buddying it up with Vriska in that characteristically god-awful way, and with that new fishy hipsterkid who'd been smearing his potential blackrom beef all over the internet. The hipsterkid, while despicable, was kind of interesting, but Karkat had zero desire to go say hello to any of them. It was best that they forgot about him, and then went, "Wow, gee, I wish we were vaguely intelligent enough to have thought of bringing Karkat with us!" in the middle of their failure of a pokemon journey. Or if they saw him again at a gym, victorious, badge in hand, bolstered by a tag team of disciplined, awesome pokemon.
Fuck. Yes.

That would be the thing that happened. And while he waited in line-- long lines were definitely up there on the list of Things Karkat Finds Appropriate Contempt For, even if this one was for a worthy enough cause-- he sated his expectations with daydreams of the future. A future that didn't proverbially rip his shame globes off, but an actual good future.

[eridan]

psh you wwould wwin so much heavvier then a wwhalimer" he gavve a mockin laugh but smiled and hugged back she wwants to try that wwell he may not be the strongest troll but he wwill squeeze right back because fuck you vvris "though i suppose i havve to say its good to finally meet the 'gr8 marquise spinneret mindfang' in the tons of flesh she calls a body" he looks ovver at the human "soo vvris if this human isnt yours then wwho is the derp and wwhy are you hangin around wwith him as i recall you only associate wwith the best" none the less eridan did havve manners and breakin awway from the hug he offered john a polite handshake lookin around at pallet "wwoww this place is wworse then i thought it wwould be it looks so ugh human mother and apple pie wwhat a podunk little towwn wwhy couldnt dad havve at least movved us to celedon i hear they havve a game corner ovver there at least" unfortunately as much as he wwould enjoy greentin karkat right noww he is tanglin wwith a derp and a bitch
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[paranormalships]

<sub>the girl looked at the other one her smile grew bigger. she got to meet one of her internet friends, and ge she was just so pretty you could envy it a bit but you don't seem to want to.

:33 < why yes that's me!
:33 < I hope you don't mind if i call you fefurry though!
:33 < and seeing as you told me yours my name is nepeta!</sub>

[doorlord]

“Again, would you like to test that theory? I’m sure that Feferi would be more than happy to help,” Vriska smirked, giving one last squeeze before Eridan pulled away.

“Yeah, I do only associate myself with those who achieve pretty high levels of not sucking, Eridweeb. That’s why I’m hanging around John right now and not a pompous seadweller like you! Although, I’m not surprised in the least that you’re glad to have finally met me. Who wouldn’t be?” She laughed.

She ignored Eridan’s annoying commentary about how much Pallet sucks – she had a feeling that was going to become a thing of his, and pitied anyone who would get stuck travelling with him – and redirected her attention towards John.

“So, is your Charmander sick?” She asked. “I thought they were supposed to be more orange. Leave it to your dad to get you a sick-looking Charmander!”

[Kat]

John went along with the handshake, as irritating as he found Eridan. It was only good manners. “Urgh, shut up! Pallet Town is awesome, and you are basically just completely wrong. Besides, does it matter anyway if you’re heading out on an adventure anyway? It’s not like you’re gonna be here long.” John shrugged, privately feeling rather pleased Vriska had included him in her list of ‘those who achieve pretty high levels of not sucking’. That was a compliment, right?

Oh, Vriska was talking to him again. He looked down curiously at Casey, lifting her up to examine her more closely. “I dunno, she seems healthy enough to me!” Honestly, John hadn’t been paying much attention to the color of his Pokémon, but now that she mentioned it… he was pretty sure these things were usually orange. A quick look at his Pokédex (he had just been given one at the registration office and was kind of excited to be using it for the first time, though it took a few seconds for him to figure the thing out) confirmed this. Huh.

“Oh well, not like it matters! Casey is fine the way she is.” He patted the Charmander on the head, looking at Vriska’s Spinarak curiously. Okay, it was actually kind of cute. For a gross spidery Pokémon.

[eridan]

eridan nodded retractin his hand "sure lets test the theory vvris ill push the wwhalimer onto you but yeah blue kid ill be headin out but my hivve is still here ya knoww wwhich means i likely havve to come back SOME time unfortunately" eridan snickered at vvris attempt at insultin him and gavve a roll of the eyes "nah more like you are beloww me besides im glad to see you because noww i can tell you howw fat and ugly you are to your face and you cant just sign off and go eat eighty eight pounds of cookie dough anymore" eridan looked at the charmander and attempted to put it himself hesitantly "im not sure wweird pokemon colors make them sick captain jack a bit odd in his coloration but he swwims pretty damn fast"
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[grubloaf]

_{Roxy tried to maintain her sense of balance and attempted to not throw up again as Dirk helped her to her feet. She blinked rapidly, looking first at Dirk and then at the guy introduced as his twin brother standing next to him, who also appeared to be wiping tears away. Dirk looked so real in despite of the fact that there were 4 of him, and they were swaying.
"haha wow i was under the impression we were more than bffs dirk." Roxy said, nudging his side and winking at him boisterously. Roxy put on a charming smile and reached for Dave's hand.
"greeeat to meet you dave. youre totes a looker." Roxy giggled and tried to suppress a hiccup. "how come i havent heard about you before?"}
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