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[OLDROXY]

Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegh.

It was official. Roxy was never getting on another motherfucking boat again. It had seemed such a good idea, get to the North of Kanto without having to take that nasty uphill Cycle Path, hang around in Vermillion and stock up on some necessities, then head right up to Saffron to meet lovely Janey and then kick ass in a contest.

Of course, reality was never quite that simple. There was no alcohol on the boat (talk about lame, even for a ferry) but Roxy had brought along a secret stash, and had been sipping contentedly for the first hour or whatever. Boats were great. Boats were relaxing.
But the longer the journey went on, the more queasy she started to feel. And it was the really gross kind of queasy, where you desperately want to be sick already and just get the whole thing over with, but you just can’t. A martini or two did nothing to alleviate the sickness, either. Neither did texting Jane.

She was lolling her head over the side, kind of feeling like she wanted to die, when she finally caught sight of their destination. Vermillion. Thank FUCK. She was one of the first people off the boat, and as soon as her feet were on dry land and she was steadying herself, her body took the opportunity to make her violently sick. Luckily she was able to lean over the pier and puke into the ocean instead. Nice.

Okay! Now that she was here, it was time to scope the place out. Maybe get something to eat. Maybe there was a McDucklett’s round here? She strode down the pier towards the town, watching as various other ships sailed in. Someday she was gonna be a hotshot Pokémon trainer going on a fancy cruise. With free drinks. Yeah, awesome.

[grimd0rk]

Eridan was in his element by the seashore. Vermillion was nice enough, although it was nothing like Dewford. Still, water was water, and it was something of a security blanket when he was so far from home to know that the lands were connected by the same ocean.

Ugh. Sappy.

There was a rumbling of mutiny from his stomach, and Eridan looked down almost sheepishly. Better get some food. He pulled himself up and surveyed the town. It was nice enough. Bigger than what he was used to. He smiled. That just meant more people for him to impress.

Eridan pulled himself up from his seat just to the side of the pier and walked towards the city centre.

[OLDROXY]

Roxy was looking at her town map, and it wasn’t telling her shit. Sure, it told you where all the towns were, but the thing was totally useless when it came to actually telling you how to get around each town. Fuck this shit.

Okay, never mind this. She could find her own damn food. There was no sign of a McDucklett’s anywhere, but it looked like there were a few places to eat by the coast. Roxy pushed her way into a fish and chip shop, ordering herself some delicious low quality fried food and a coke. Sigh, coke without any vodka in it always felt so incomplete, but she guessed it’d have to do.

It was a pretty crowded place, but Roxy quickly snatched up a table from a family who were just leaving, and began digging into her food. Looked like she was finally out on her own! It was kind of exciting, actually.

[grimd0rk]

Eridan glanced around the town. It wasn't... up to his standards. A pity, really. He had been hoping for a quality meal. Since there was no information about restaurants on his town map, Eridan decided to ask a local where the nearest fine eatery was. Surely there would be at the very least a diner with table service?

He approached one of the people milling in the crowds leaving the pier, but was brushed aside by another passer-by.

Rude.

And so it came about that Eridan resolved to explore the town for himself. He walked around for a few minutes before realising that the only thing resembling sustenance came from a fish and chip shop. Delightful. He hoped it was at least organic.

The door bell jingled when he strode in, and to his dismay there was a queue. And most of the tables were full. Not that he wanted to sit at any of them anyway, they looked filthy. He sighed and folded his arms.

[OLDROXY]

Roxy decided to do some people watchin’ while she ate. Lots of families here. The kids were cute as fuck, even if they were rowdy little shits. Roxy was so gonna have kids someday and bring them up on wizard stories. Yup. She guessed she’d have to quit drinking so much if she had to be a mom though, bummer.

There were a bunch of other young trainers here, too. Most of them were in small groups of friends, though. Kinda made her want to meet up with her own friends already! She wasn’t sure if she’d see them for a while, sadly. Soon, though. Soon she’d get to see them in person and they’d be bffl and hang out forever. That was the plan.

The jingle of a bell alerted her to another dude who’d just entered the shop. He had a kind of regal air to him, which was not that surprising considering he was one of those rad fish trolls. Though did that mean he might be related to the Batterwitch? Roxy didn’t know shit about troll biology.

She guessed it didn’t matter though. The sea troll was kinda cute in a hipsterish way, with a cool hairdo and a pretty sweet pair of glasses. He was wearing a stripy scarf not unlike hers, and so she was pretty sure this was one of those fated meetings. She waved at him, giving him one of her trademark wonks.

[grimd0rk]

Eridan noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was waving to him. He stopped suddenly and narrowed his eyes at her. Did he know her from anywhere? Did she know him from anywhere? He didn't recognise her. Why was she waving?

Maybe she recognised his natural superiority as a seadweller and was going to ask him for guidance. That was really the only sensible conclusion he could draw. So, rolling his eyes, he did The Right Thing and walked over to her, oozing glorious purpose.

"Is there somethin' I can help you with?" he asked, looking her up and down. She was quite pretty, he supposed, with blonde hair and a decent choice in clothing, but she had a washed-out look to her like she'd been seasick. Eridan instantly distrusted seasick people. But he would give her the benefit of the doubt.

[OLDROXY]

Woah boy, this dude sure was formal. Well, kinda. His accent wasn’t all that formal, but the way he spoke sure was. He sounded a little like a shopkeeper or something, only with a superior air rather than the eager-to-please, happy-to-be-of-service attitude Pokemart workers or whatever usually had. Roxy resisted the urge to giggle. Maybe this was typical of sea-dwellers? Since they were troll ROYALTY and all.

“Nutthin really, I guess,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “just wanted to compliment you, one fashion connoisseur to another, on that damn FINE ensemble you got going on. Especially the scarf. That thing’s totes pretty, couldn’t have knitted better myself. Is it even knitted? What do sea-trolls use to knit with ‘nyway… Are there like, sea-mareep with sea-wool?” It occurred to Roxy she was getting a little off topic, possibly also sounding like a total idiot. Sea mareep. They weren't even close to being a thing.

“Uh. Anyway, that stopped being any sort of a point. Just sayin’ I like your scarf. And the cape, I guess. Pretty regal and shit.”