First thread!

[coolkidapocalypse]

"i t0000000ld y0u!" Aradia giggled, lightly pushing Sollux a bit. "n0w c0me 0n, we g0tta catch up t0 the 0thers! i think alm0st every0ne is here." She grabs his wrist firmly and drags the skinny boy right on out, to meet up with everyone else. She was right; during their time at the registration, Tavros had poofed a little while ago to go find the others, and there were some new faces. She stood there, taking in all the new people before going to guess who was whom. She could see John chatting with a sea dweller(eridan?) and another sea dweller(a girl... is that feferi?) along with a young girl with odd cat-like features(i bet that 0nes nepeta!). Moving away from that group, she noticed a few humans interacting(0ne 0f them is dave and i th0ught i 0verhead that 0ther 0ne as his twin. what even is a twin thats s0 weird!) and, just beyond them, were two female trolls(that 0ne is kanaya im sure 0f it! she l00ks s0 nice t00... but wh0s the 0ther 0ne? vriska? w0w she l00ks just as bad as she s0unds 0_0) chatting amongst themselves. Letting go of Sollux, she wanders off on her own, being particularly attracted to the last two girls that she saw. Maybe she could chat with them before having to regroup with her self-proclaimed Team Charge.

[ellie [ex-everything]]

Adventures were exciting.
Alright, Vriska, yes, she'll concur on that point. Adventures in their proper form -- that was, inscribed within the pages of an engrossing title -- were fantastic. Within the confines of a page, the wonders of the written word -- they were to die for. They were the best with action-packed, straight-to-the point beginnings, a little explanation, a little coddling, an intense and thrilling climax, and the most satisfying of conclusions. These adventures -- overflowing with romance, high tides of characterization, tragedy abound, and mythical creatures (of her preference) reinvented -- were the highest form of entertainment imaginable. These adventures were best served with cooling coffee -- no sugar, touch of cream; and the occasional pat from her lusus to keep her on the ground (so to speak).
And they were grand and beautiful and thrilling and oh, how she could speak of them.

Yes, Vriska; she would heartily agree. These adventures were exciting.
But she was not with these adventures, she was traveling on one of those adventures. And one of those adventures were not exciting -- they were harrowing. Oh, it was all fine and well when the protagonist of her favorite book was traversing unknown ground, surrounded by mythical beasts she could not ever hope to control; with histories left unmarred by human (troll) touch for centuries. For she knew how it would end from the moment she picked up the novel -- before her eyes glanced upon its title. The heroine would go through many hardships and learn much; perhaps at the journey's beginning she would be a little bratty, a little above certain gestures (generosity, kindness, love -- those were the most common) -- but she would evolve, she would grow. There would be a mysterious stranger who entered her life, and she would fall madly in love; and then she would find herself as she found the secret to happiness, and come out of it without any lasting harm, but much more wisdom. There was a familiarity within it, something soothing and wonderful, for no matter how dire things appeared to be, there was solace in the fact that she knew, a darling reader, the secret to this poor girl's life. If anxious, she might turn to the last page, sneaking a peak at her small but perfect piece of forever; to see that all was well; to be assured before flipping back to her place, contented and soothed.
But within her own life, she had no happy ending, no assured peace. She was groping -- wildly, without cause, with hope and some semblance of dignity -- desperate for her eventual resolution.
In those adventures, she was to be left alone, scrambling, in a new land far from home. Dangerous beasts (of which she was more than capable of taking care of herself) at every turn, ganging up upon her, perhaps -- or leaving her be. For in those adventures, who could say what would transpire?

Those adventures were stress, they were a means to an end. Nothing she couldn't deal with; she was a capable girl. She knew her strength and that she might use this to her advantage.
But they were not exciting. Excitement promised fun, promised happiness. Wandering a strange land on her own promised neither of these things.

But she could not articulate this -- not succinctly, not without worrying Vriska over needless things. She could not adequately express what she felt, and she didn't trust her words to do anything to jumble and trip over themselves, no matter what she did.
Not that she thought that Vriska would particularly care, anyway. They were moirails, yes, but she had very little patience for it.
And Kanaya wasn't exactly interested in treating her like one on her own behalf, in any case.

Which was a whole other issue and she wasn't going to dedicate much time to it because, woah -- not the place.
God damn did she have to get over that.

Instead of talking of it -- for what use was talking, when it came to her? -- Kanaya simply smiled slightly, and took a hand off of Muli to touch Vriska in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture.
"Oh, Vriska. You are always so poor in such matters I am afraid to confess to you. There is nothing to say because there is nothing wrong. As I have previously stated, I was simply tired. I am baffled as to why you perceive me as lying.

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She allowed the smiled to drop and arched her eyebrows slightly.
"Besides what would even be the point in lying to your moirail I mean that sounds really stupid if you ask me. And shallow. I mean whatever if you're going to accuse me of that but I would have hoped that you'd place me above that I'm just saying.[/color]"

Oh what was that?
Kanaya looked at Vriska a little closely and--
Ugh.
Dirt.
God that was ugly. Had she even noticed it? Goodness.

Kanaya couldn't help it. She set Muli down on the grass and -- very gently -- brushed down Vriska's sides with a look of total concentration. There was a little too much dirt for Kanaya's tastes but she was making some good progress on it an--

Haha, sorry mama, this bird's gotta fly!!

With a little shriek of pleasure, Muli was off -- and everywhere. She flounced around the duo and then onto Jade and Muli could she kill you--
Huh. Wait.
The little puff of terror had stopped suddenly on top of Jade's Growlithe, hesitant. Muli seemed a little taken aback by her own behavior, but instead of stopping, just nuzzled up to the dog pokemon's crest of fur. She gave a small noise of pleasure as she pressed her head into it (her body, whatever), probably because she had never felt something so soft in her life and oh, did she love soft things!
She seemed really content and Kanaya was actually at loath to disturb her. When she was on something else, at least she wasn't making a nuisance of herself in her own hands, or something.

Kanaya straightened herself back up and looked at Jade before asking (exasperated, tired), "First of all I apologize for Muli's behavior she's a tad obnoxious and I really shouldn't have let her go that was kind of my fault. Sorry. But nonetheless would you be offended if I let her stay on your Pokemon until we part ways I mean she seems to be enjoying herself and I don't want to pick her up.[/color]"
Her eyes looked slightly pleading -- like a new human mother's on her second month with her grub thing and she hadn't slept in what seemed to be a perigree and also she was angry about it and crying as well.
Or something. That sounded about right, actually. Hopefully.

Muli seemed really happy though. Stupid thing.

Kanaya looked away and rubbed her temples, and was about to try slouching on the wall again when she noticed someone lurking in the distance.
Oh, that Aradia girl! How charming. Why was she standing off so? From their chats, she'd seemed agreeable. Not too obnoxious, but not too melancholy. Just right.
Maybe she'd be another voice of reason here. Or at least prove to be a distraction to Vriska so that she wouldn't bug her on her feelings again, because she's come to terms with the fact that if she asks again she'll have no choice but to relent and stop being a piss excuse for a moirail already.
Joy of joys.

"Oh, hello Aradia. How are you faring?[/color]"
She said it a little too loudly, a little too enthusiastically.
Oops.

Well, whatever.

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[Kat]

"Of course we know each other; we’ve talked on the internet a few times!” Okay, John wasn’t entirely certain a few internet chats counted as really knowing somebody, but he certainly liked to think it did. Feferi had always seemed really friendly online, and this was certainly proving to be true so far. He shook Eridan’s hand pretty vigorously, completely ignoring Eridan’s clear reluctance. “Eridan, right? It’s nice to finally meet you and your hipster scarf in person!” he teased. There was another troll with Feferi too, (Nepeta, apparently). She looked pretty nice too, and he shook her hand after he was done greeting Eridan. God, he was meeting so many trolls today. Keeping track of them all was kind of a nightmare!

John was definitely itching to get going (the gates of Pallet Town and all that tall grass looked so inviting!) but he still hadn’t had much chance to talk properly to some of his closest friends! Still, he supposed he’d have plenty of time to see them; this was going to be a long journey. He’d chill out with Dave when he was done having that soppy little reunion with his brother. John was still absolutely planning to tease him about that, by the way. Crying? So damn lame.

“Oh yeah, guys, this is Casey!” He gave the Charmander, who was currently hiding behind his leg, a loving pat on the head, trying to coax her forward. She wasn’t budging, though. “Isn’t she a sweetheart?”

[metaltree]

A young teenage girl with short blonde hair rushed onto a train , followed by her little Glameow in a suit. She sat down on a seat and let the cat pokemon curl up next to her, setting her stuffed backpack to the side. She was wearing a very low-cut white shirt with a pink cat on it, a micro mini skirt with black tights underneath and ankle boots. Her eyes were a strange shade of fuchsia.

This girl's name is Roxy Lalonde, and she's not the most reliable or trustworthy girl - this is clear to every person in her car on the train, (about 5 or 6 other people) because of the martini glass gripped in her hand. At the moment it is empty, but she is unzipping her backpack, pulling out a box of olives and a bottle of vodka, and pouring herself a drink. Roxy squirts some potion into the drink, turning it a hazy yellow color. She sips it contentedly, still panting because she had to run to catch the train.

This was wasn't even the train she planned to take beforehand! She had passed out early the night before - didn't even get to talk to her friends before their journey - and woken up a few hours after the early train left. Roxy wanted to be there first to register, so she wouldn't be the last one there.

Clearly her plans had failed.

Oh, well. She had a few hours to get to a pleasant state of inebriation and maybe work on some of her classy wizard stories. She glanced down at little Jaspers and smiled at his already-sleeping face. What a cute cat. Roxy took out her laptop and flipped it open, planning to update her blog. She would work on the wizard stories late. Maybe this wonderful gentleman sitted across the aisle from her would proofread it for her when she finished writing it? That would be most welcome!

** After the Train Ride **

The teenage girl stepped off the train in the opposite state she had entered, calm, slow, and her cheeks a little a rosy. She clutched the martini glass - half-full, her second drink of the day - in her hand loosely, munching on the olive she had placed in it. Her cat was perched precariously on her shoulder and she had an eager look on her face.

She found her way from the train station to the grasses in front of pallet town and tip-toed through them, at the risk of looking rather ridiculous to on-lookers. Roxy thought that if she tip-toed, she wouldn't get into any battles. Jaspers didn't think so. But Jaspers is just a cat, so why does it even matter what he thinks?

"Nooooo, it's okay, Jaspers, you do matter to me," the drunk girl whispered as she petted the rather perturbed pokemon, "shhh, shh, I love you."

Once she was out of the tall grass and in the entrance to Pallet town, Roxy allowed herself to get just a little bit nervous. She wondered what her online friends looked like - that is, the ones she hadn't met yet. Bracing herself with a gulp of alcohol, leaving a little sip left in the glass, the inebriated girl approach the group she had spotted by the entrance to the registration center.

She cleared her throat with a loud, "AHEM!!" and said, "hey guys, Roxy's heeeeeeeeeere!!!"

[orangealley]

The fish puns seemed to contribute towards his firm-set frown lightening just a little. If Feferi was in a good mood, he was hardly going to bring her out of it unnecessarily. Might as well feign pleasantries towards this... human kid, even if he didn't exactly want to.

"Not... really," he admitted. Eridan hadn't really had a proper conversation with any of these people - not seriously, at least. He'd vaguely memorised a few choice facts about most, but as far as getting to know people went he'd figured if Feferi wanted to mingle with people who were obviously below her that was her (silly) business, but he was not going to stoop to that level! ...Even if now, with most everyone already acquainted or making friends, he was beginning to regret it.

"My scarf ain't hipster, human. Good to see you picked a fire-type, though. That'll make things a lot easier for me." Eridan finally dropped his Pokeball to the floor beside him, catching it again as it bounced up. With a spark of light and a soft cry, a small and brightly-coloured Horsea appeared on the ground by his shoe. It managed to balance on its tail just briefly, then flopped over and affectionately snuggled Eridan's foot. The seadweller gave it an uncomfortable glance and shuffled to the side slightly (to no avail). "It's a wwater type," he clarified lamely.

[Equius Zahhak]

((Okay, this is going to be a little brusque however I desperately needed to get some kind of post in, so this will have to suffice, at least as a means of initiating the plot's development))

The traverse from Veilstone to Pallet was obnoxiously slow. Equius didn't understand why he must travel all the way to Pallet, and why there couldn't simply be a registration center in how own region, it seemed counterproductive. Regardless, he did what he had to. Going predominantly by train and boat, arrived there in a week. The train travel wasn't so bad, however the boat was shaky and seemed to drag on forever.
It was nothing short of a huge relief to arrive in Pallet. It was finally the long-awaited day to officially register as a coordinator and trainer ((do you have to register to be a coordinator? Hm...)), and become renound as both. However, he'd hoped to do less fighting and more coordinating. After all, Pokemon were majestic and should be looked upon with adoration. They were all simply... e%uisite.

There was an entire slew of people lining up at the registration building, some humans, some trolls. He made no real attempt to be recognized by any of them, it didn't matter to him either way. What mattered was getting the job done. However, he couldn't help but feel a small desire to speak to a certain few...
And there was one of the aforementioned persons now: Nepeta Leijon.
She was standing with a few other people, a human, and two sea-dwellers. One of which Equius preferred not to associate with, he was entirely too self-absorbed and to be honest, kind of a biggot. Regardless, he could be ignored, or withstood, for now. And so he made the decision to approach Nepeta and her company.

((Okay, this was very sloppily done and it sucks BUT it is something so the theoretical ball can now roll))

Also look visual reference lol 30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzasg0Z7wH1qg05rio1_500.png

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[Kat]

"The scarf ain't hipster? What about the glasses then?" Eridan had to be joking, the dude had "hipster" written all over. He idly pulled out his phone and updated his blog, deciding firmly that this was a development worth sharing. Wow, the others had all been writing in their's a lot considering they hadn't even set out yet! He'd have to do his best to keep up.

He looked at the Horsea wriggling on the ground for a moment, not even bothering to conceal the amused smile on his face. "Yeah, I can see that! Aren't you supposed to keep water types... IN the water, though?" The poor thing looked kind of pathetic on its side on the ground like that. It was definitely cute, though, and its affection towards Eridan was charming enough. "Even so, I'm pretty sure Casey could take him! Or her. Is it a he or a she? Does it have a name? Is that color normal?" Casey certainly didn't look to be in any hurry to take on the Horsea. On the contrary, she looked utterly terrified, not really enjoying the company of other Pokémon. John would need to help the poor thing break out of that shy nature of hers, he decided. She just needed a bit of fighting spirit.

Oh, it looked like another troll was approaching. Oh man, John was drowning in trolls here. They were everywhere! He assumed this one was Equius (the broken horn was a dead give-away!) and he seemed kind of overdressed for a Pokémon journey too. John would have totally made some more stupid comments about this on his blog, but he figured he should try and be more social, and held out his arm again. "Hey there!"

[Equius Zahhak]

Equius was taken back at the sudden vigor of the human. He seemed so excited. Why was he so excited. He had no idea who this guy was. However, he seemed to be of no harm, and his light-hearted attitude was somewhat relieving. He cautiously took hold of the human's held out hand. He hoped he wouldn't hurt him, he had a terrible habit of underestimating his own strength, and that'd be a terrible first impression. "Hello..." He said, paying close attention to his grip. He pondered whether the human was a trainer, or a coordinator like himself.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee: Converse with homeless fat man

Meanwhile, somewhere near but not quite at the general outside area of the lab stood a troll of about 6 sweeps of age. That fact didn't narrow down who it could be at all, so in addition to this, it was noteable that he was ludicriously tall for his age. He stood at about 6'4, horns notwithstanding, lanky as all fuck with neither his baggy polka-dotted pants (he'd exchanged the pajamas for cargos for the sake of convenience, though from the look of it they didn't appear capable of holding more than one pokeball without descending) nor his shirt, which clung loosely to his form as he slouched. His hands moved around in rapid gestures while his expression shifted with every word out of his mouth, though the latter was more subtle considering the painted-on smile perpetually stuck to his face. A rambunctious-looking shuppet appeared to be intent on making the poor troll dizzy by circling his head rapidly.

Gamzee did not appear to notice.

He was too busy exchanging rapid words with this fairly dope fat man in a teal shirt, who was inexplicably always in Pallet, despite there being no house for him to be living at.

"So I was all getting my swim on, see, and suddenly, I look up and the sky is like, right motherfucking there. And I'm all, oh shit, that things gonna be all over me. But it ain't, man, and you know what happens? This motherfuckin' sparkly-bitchtits motherfucker just swims up what starts gnawing on my ankle,"

Gamzee's lilted voice goes on with a ridiculous story about his encounter with a magikarp, and looking it's hard to tell whose eyes are more glazed over. He is cut off in the middle of describing the exact details of whatever it is the fish did to his ankle when he is abruptly pulled from his stupor by the shuppet slamming itself headfirst into Gamzee's forehead, half knocking him over but somehow not smearing his paint. He laughs, pointing at the shuppet in awe.

"Haha, Buddy Rich, how'd you even up and do that?" he laughs, then honks, "You don't even motherfuckin' know that move, bro!" the way his voice lilts up and down like a seasaw between letters becomes more obvious now that he isn't talking at a rapid-fire pacing.

His gaze is unceremoniously directed to the registration center, by means of Buddy Rich pushing his head to face it. He stares incredulously at it for a good minute before he abandons the man he was conversing with to lope towards it. Gamzee would never reach the center, because he quickly became distracted as butterfly flew past. Not even a butterfree, but a butterfly. He stares at that, too, entranced by the miracle patterns that thing makes when it beats its kickass wings and, with a surprisingly quick reaction, he sets to chasing it.

Luckily, as both he and Buddy Rich forgot, he had already registered and had the evidence shoved lazily in his back pocket. It was amazing he ever got anything done. Buddy Rich himself seemed to be doing a much better job of butterfly catching, however, and had even coerced the insect in an entirely different direction: The center. It was amazing how well the pokemon seemed to know how to handle its trainer, how subtley creative it was. None of this occurred to Gamzee in the slightest, at least not until he walked face-first into a person. A sea-dweller in a scarf that just happened to be the same colour as the butterfly.

His grin is both apologetic and dopey as fuck as he looks at the one he'd bumped into, ignoring the shuppet currently berating him in rapid chirps of 'Shup-Shup!'

"Sorry 'bout that, bro. You see that wing-having motherfucker?"

[coolkidapocalypse]

"im d0ing well! h0w ab0ut y0u kanaya? y0u l00ked like y0u were being bugged by vriska again." Aradia smiled, though she gave a look toward the more cerulean-blooded troll. "iim just waiting f0r tavr0s and gamzee t0 get their stuff d0ne with s0 we can get 0ut 0f here. maybe well be the first t0 leave!" Team Charge was serious business with Aradia, obviously. But she did want to get moving soon; waiting around just was not like the archeologist-to-be. Besides, she noticed that everyone else was almost here and registered, and were getting almost as antsy about leaving as she was.

[orangealley]

"Absolutely fuckin' not!" he snapped. "Besides, I don't knoww wwhat the hell kind a' business you think you got in talkin' fashion, look at the state a' your ensemble." There. Now that was a comeback. (Who was he kidding, no it wasn't, but at least it might stall the asshole for time while he thought of something about the guy to rip on).

Eridan shot a brief, judgemental glance at the troll who had just approached the group, then glancing skyward in a kind of silent, begrudging acceptance. Most everyone here was kind of familiar, even if he didn't ever talk to them, and he was sure if he kept quiet and listened long enough he'd learn everyone's names without ever having to interact. Because he obviously didn't intend to, and he was going to make that perfectly clear.

It stood to reason that the next time he opened his mouth whatever came out wasn't going to be a pleasant comment about the weather, but the sudden hefty thud of someone else's body blundering into his pretty much sealed the deal.

"Wwhat the fuck!" It was debatable whether or not that last curse word was originally part of the sentence, or more prompted by the way he had just lost his balance and toppled to the floor. He hadn't been at all ready for the sudden shift in weight and the embarrassment (especially since he'd just been in a dignified argument, god damn it) took his anger up a couple of notches. "Wwatch wwhere you're goin, you stupid dirtscrapin' fuck!"

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee: Be the apologetic stupid dirtscrapin' fuck

Gamzee is now a very apologetic stupid dirtscrapin' fuck, which would be clear on his face as he peered down at the fallen male were not for that stupid dirtscrapin' clownpaint. Instead his expression only appeared to express mild concern, along with a vacant look in a set of indigo-tinted grey eyes. The lights were on, but clearly no one was home. This is made even more readily apparent as Gamzee holds up both hands in surrender in hopes of maybe not invoking too much more of the seadweller wrath. Then again, Gamzee never did have a way with fish.

"Whoooooa, brother. Chiiiiiiill. I wasn't all meaning to be all running your bad self down, and I'm real motherfucking sorry about it" his tone is long and drawling, stretching out words unnecessarily and following up with yet another honk (this is clearly a speech tic of some sort, but it nevertheless makes his apology sound less sincere). He grins a bit, bending down a bit to hold out a helpful hand. Maybe if he pulls the boy up, he wont be mad. This is not a likely scenario, but Gamzee fails to notice.

Meanwhile, Buddy Rich has decided to circle Eridan's head, just basking in that anger radiating off of him as Shuppets are known to do. The ghost pokemon chooses now to nuzzle itself amiably against Eridan's cheek, emitting more shuppetty noises.

"Aw, shit, Buddy Rich. You going and making yourself a motherfucking friend there?"

Gamzee, completely oblivious to the fact that Buddy Rich's liking of the troll is likely not a good sign, couldn't be more proud.

[Kat]

Wow, that was one strong grip the troll had there. John did his best not to wince and shook his hand, giving him a friendly smile. The guy seemed nice enough, after all (even if he did look a tad uncomfortable.) "Nice to meet ya! how's it going? What kind of Pokémon have you got?" Wait, the troll looked kind of confused actually. "Oh! I'm John, by the way," he clarified. come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd even spoken to Equius that much. But Pokemon adventures were all about making new friends, right?

He was still trying to think of an appropriately witty comeback to Eridan's insult (what was wrong with his ensemble? This was standard adventurer attire. Or was it? The trainers around them were certainly dressed in a whole bunch of different ways! He was convinced his wasn't particularly bad) when he caught sight on the douche toppling over after a light bump from a tall skinny troll (more trolls? Oh god) that he assumed was Gamzee. There was only one appropriate response to this.

"Hahaha, oh dude. Have a nice trip?" It was genius. Simply the best line.

[doorlord]

So Kanaya was taking the difficult route, was she? That really wasn’t a surprise to Vriska, she’d never seen her moirail be very open about anything, ever. And what did she think she was doing with that dumb pokémon of hers now? Rubbing it up against her boot was not discreet at all, was she trying to clean the dirt off of it? God, that was so typical . Vriska didn’t see the point in caring about it- she was going on an adventure, dirt and grime were bound to wind up on her. It was a fact of life. Besides, she’d been covered in mud and god-knows-what in her FLARPing days, a little bit of soil was not a big deal.

It seemed like Kanaya was keen on talking to other trolls at the moment, so Vriska figured she might as well just leave. Maybe go bother John again- yeah, that seemed like good idea. It looked like he was talking to Eridan and a bunch of other trolls (why was everyone crowding around him? Jeez!) but she silently made her way over to them, and attempted to scare John by grabbing his shoulders from behind. She made no indication that she saw anyone else - she didn't really feel like talking to them - and simply said “I’m back!”

[Jade Harley]

Jade rolled her eyes at how Vriska blatantly ignored her presence. Sure, trolls have their moirail thing but still! That was just plain rude! Whatever, after all it was kind of Vriska's job to cheer up Kanaya and stuff like that and she was just a goofy girl trying to help out.

“mmmhm! i'm jade!” She said shaking Kanaya's extended hand. “it's nice to finally meet all the people i've spoken to online!”

She giggled as Muli bounded about her and her pokemon, she thought the little fluff-ball was pretty cute! Bec wasn't as amused as first, tilting his head with curiosity, and he was caught quite off guard when the other Pokemon began snuggling up in his fluff, but he didn't really mind the affection. He just sat there and let her snuggle up to him. He was quite used to all sorts of cuddling and snuggling by now.

“oh, it's alright!” Jade said, regarding Muli's actions. “bec doesn't seem to mind and he's a good pokemon so it's fine,” she giggled looking at the two, “they are actually pretty cute together aren't they?”