ITT: We Have All Become Pokémon

PJ: "Oh, so I don't need to... well okay."

*I dash back over to Eliot and stand beside him as he confronts the Hitmonchan.*

Ed, get ready to fight.

Whaloh...

For a tense few moments, they prepare to fight. In a moment, they begin to charge.

As much as I'd like to see you lugheads beat the tar out of these cons, I'm afraid we've all many better things to do with our time.

From the seats, a Slakoth in glasses stood on his hind legs walks forward, backed by a ripped teddiursa.

In alk but a moment my ecnthusiams for a fight us quickly anuffed out when the slakotha and the strong looking teddiursa come into the picture, which looks strangly adorable. As well as the wailord, who because of my childish mind looks so ridiculous I cannot help but snicker very audibly.

(That just ain't right!~)

edited 20th Nov '17 11:00:37 AM by Peashooter

Marsha

No ya don't! Yas ain't gonna touch my Marly!

(Marsha moves to get in front of me and prepares a Protect.)

Marlon

(I'm still holding on to the money jar.)

Just who are you?

(I ask the Slakoth and Teddiursa.)

Sarah

*secretly reveling in the opportunity, "Sarah" jumps up in her seat, standing as a bipedal Purrloin with arms out in a ready stance, claws once more extending from her paws. She can barely be heard muttering* Bring it... *as she stares down the Hitmon[iforget] and Wailord...but...she just stands there, hoping to defend and counter whatever's thrown at her*

*she's not certain yet whose side the voices behind her are on*

[Okaaaaaay, it seems we're throwing non-confrontational out the window! Stopping myself, taking aim as my mouth fills with paint, I fire an Octozooka shot at the Hitmonguy—shit, I didn't lead the shot!]

The shot barely misses Eddy. Cripes!

The Slakoth raises his tone. Fire again, and you'll be violating the law, serpent.

Returning to a drab and posh tone, he replies, I am Michael Roughskin of the illustrious Roughskin Slakings of Slak Rock. This is my handyman, Stephen Col-bear.

"HEY! ALL OF YOU!" Finley feels a rush like the first time around she started following these guys... like hell she's letting another fight break loose.

"ALL OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF! Let's just talk this out!" She turns to Michael and Stephen. "I'm so sorry about my friends. For some reason they have the urge to attack everyone they see." She tells them, stealing a quick angry glare at the party.

edited 20th Nov '17 11:20:55 AM by Beverly

Andy adds on, Yeah. Apologies. I didn't see why we couldn't involve the police or something, you know?

I pull up the seat that is cloest to me and sit down watching the show that is going on right now rather than the play itself. "Definitely worth the price." I say to myself.

Sarah

*taken off-guard by Finley's shout, "Sarah"'s stance breaks into a more neutral paws-by-side one. Retracting her claws, she mutters* I totally was defending, not attacking y'know...I'm not some kind of...[unintelligible]

Marlon

Huh?

(Colbear? For real?)

Sorry...these guys tried conning us for the second time in a week.

(I tell Michael and Stephen.)

(Marsha backs off as well.)

other

Here did lie a thing, but my brain forgot details.

edited 20th Nov '17 11:31:45 AM by Team42Larson

Michael merely blinks dryly at Marlon's statement.

Sadly it would appear to run in the family. Now, I would normally allow thieves like these to be mauled, however, he pointed to the Wailord, this one is to be collected at once.

The Hitmonchan and the Caterpie immediately returned to arms. Hold on, bud. Double D and I are the big fella's guardians. You can't take him away.

Don't worry, you two shall be taken too. See, our friend Edward here could be heir to Slak Rock royalty.

"Heir to the what?" Huh, that's... interesting. "Where is that?... And why?"

I put my hands on my head in shock. "Seriously!?" I couldn't believe it!

(What are the odds names like that would be in a world like this! Come to think of it, this all adds up! It all adds up so well! Even the scam is now such a dead givaway!

I tilt back and so does the seat till it falls to the ground with me still in it.

Marsha

Heir ta da what?

(Marsha similarly asks.)

Sarah

*"Sarah" looks over to the Slaking, then the Wailord, then back...and forth...a few more times, before shouting out a resounding* WHAT?! *clearly never having heard of HSOWA before...*

*James' crash startles her for a moment, before she asks* Like, you okay there?

Well, I see very little reason to bring it up to strangers. But, luckily, I can safely bring it up to you folks. You're the Hoard humanmons, right?

"I... can't say we are, sorry." Finley isn't really lying.

They aren't based in Hoard, after all.

"My mind is blown and I'm so happy right now!" I shout as an answer to Sarah.

Marlon

We...went there, but we're more like drifters than anything.

(I tell Michael.)

edited 20th Nov '17 11:56:32 AM by Team42Larson

"..."

[I burst into laughter, wiping tears from my eyes.] "He's—ehehehe—he's—ehehehaaahaahaahaahaa—he-e-e-e's royalteehehehehehehehehehehehehe!" [I double back cackling like a hyena. That's the saddest excuse I've ever heard to not trash their hides!]

Sarah

*to James, she says* Welcome to your new normal, enjoy the ride...y'know?

*turning to the Slaking* I'm neither of those things. *"Sarah" says to the Slaking...I guess she's half-lying?*

Lilly

I think I've heard of it...yer king is a Slaking, right? *she just leaves it at that*

I get back onto my feet and setthe seat back up to sit down in before giving a thumbs up to Sarah. "Best play I've ever been too!"

Michael turns to Stephen. If he keeps laughing, punch him.

Returning to normal discussion, the Slakoth continues, taking off Marlon's comment. Interesting denial. Because a kind little intoxicated joltik with a name something like... what was it... Carlos Verdere? He told us he was oart of a group of humanmon drifters, and I recall being told of their efforts against VA. This peaked my interest. I could use their expertise in Slak Rock.

edited 20th Nov '17 12:07:07 PM by TacoBadger