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Post by Bro on Dec 28, 2012 15:04:09 GMT -5
This place was just turning out to be less and less lame. It was still fuckin' weird, and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. But it was becoming more bearable. He'd already found and reunited with Dave, fucked up a rampaging alien with some other time travelling alien called The Doctor, got himself a slick job, and found a hells of awesome place to crash once he scraped up enough cash for it.
It wasn't the best, but it was better than it had been.
And now, the most cool of all guys slowly trudged down the sidewalk in the afternoon chill of New York City. A light jacket -- black with, of course, crimson-tinged pink designs in numerous amounts -- was added to his usual ensemble to ward off the chill. In just a few hours it'd be time to get his ass to the club he'd been hired at. Only two days on the job so far, but fuck if they hadn't been eventful ones.
Murderers, and vampires, and some fucker dressed as a clown. Weird as shit, but hell, it beat dealing with the normal losers who came scrambling in in droves.
He came to a stop at a crosswalk, which stubbornly refused to change to admit him passage, even when in the presence of his supreme coolness. But fuck that. He seemed to disappear, and was on the other side of the street, continuing down the sidewalk as if he'd never stopped at all.
"God this city needs to stop flipping from dull to exciting."
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Post by Garchomp on Dec 28, 2012 15:36:00 GMT -5
She needed to get away from this city. Why was it so big? Why did it sprawl over the landscape like a slumbering Kyogre?
Well, Kyogre was nice enough to slumber at the bottom of the ocean and thus only disturb water-types. It was also impossible to get lost on a legendary Pokemon, but Garchomp liked her comparison well enough. The city seemed as large as Kyogre was supposed to be, and it was far more irritating. She wanted to get out of it - but senses finetuned to detect vibrations in the earth and air and effortlessly map out tunnels and caves only made it more difficult to navigate the endlessly bustling city. The need for stealth bothered her as well, because eventually people running away screaming became tiring rather than funny.
It reminded her of how different this place was, as if the lack of Pokemon wasn't enough. She wanted to go back, but there was no hole or portal or whatever the legendaries had left behind that had brought her here.
That meant that the only way was forward. Digging her claws into the wall of a building - and dislodging a few bricks in the process - she clung to it for a moment and then swiftly ascended. Each movement brought forth a new set of gouges but moving from rooftop to rooftop was the best choice to make in the daylight, and in the more cluttered and busy streets. Makya hissed quietly - the chill of the day was unpleasant - but the movement kept her warm enough, and she quickly reached the roof. Looking down over the street and sidewalk, she dismissed all the humans as unimportant and then darted forward, arms and fins extended. A single leap, and then she was in the air, gliding smoothly to the next roof.
Cities and too many humans aside - being a dragon was still awesome. |
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Post by Bro on Jan 10, 2013 9:58:36 GMT -5
> Prince of Heart: Look up. It wasn't often he got a sudden urge to do something. But as he plodded along the sidewalk, making no great haste to his destination, he suddenly got an itch to look up. Almost like there was some kind of voice he could only half-recognize in his head, giving him weird hypnotic suggestions. It was annoying as hell.
All the same, he tilted his head back, looking up at the rooftops and the sky. And what he saw there, clearly reflected in his shades, made him slow to a halt. "What. The fuck." He had no idea what the fuck it was. Only that it wasn't human. Looked like some kind of....gliding shark-thing. Maybe some kind of weirdass dragon or some shit?
Did dragons even really exist outside of SBURB? Fuck this world all over again.
"No. Nope. Not caring. No. Not getting involved." > Prince of Heart: Go investigate. Bro brought a hand to his forehead out of irritation, a slight ache persisting for a moment. "Oh fuck you, voice in my head." He shook off the momentary headache, and just stared straight ahead, his eyes a thoroughly intense glare behind his shades. >Prince of Heart: Go. "FINE."
Turning to one side, he darted across the street like a bullet, appearing on the other side as if he had taken but one step. And he just peered up at the rooftop he had seen the flying....shark....dragon....thing land on. "Fuck me this is a bad idea." All the same, he clambered up the wall as if it were level ground, and vaulted up over the edge of the roof, landing on the rooftop edge in a low crouch. |
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Post by Garchomp on Jan 15, 2013 18:44:35 GMT -5
If not for having still been perched expectantly, waiting for the sounds of someone catching sight of her and then screaming - it was a common enough reaction - Makya would have completely missed the human who had somehow gotten up on the rooft after her.
That alone was... absurd. Humans had no strength to climb or jump something this high and steep. And yet, out of the corner of her eye, she detected a flicker of movement, and when she whirled around to get a proper look -
A human, crouched there, and she hadn't even heard him land. She had met strange people here - one with the power to freeze an entire city, and others who could take down ghosts and monsters that were her equal in a fight. Still, a great deal of them hadn't been human, or anything close to it. But he looked like he was fragile and squishy and easily breakable.
But no one like that could just hop up to a roof undetected. Rearing back, she hissed quietly, unwilling to say anything just yet.
Humans liked to talk, especially when confronted with something new that wasn't starting the conversation. Besides, she was interested in what he might say, if only because he had followed her up here for some reason.
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