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[This place was confusing. Even for someone as smart as Honey, it just plain stumped her sometimes! The way these "pokemon" attacked was just odd. Did all the poison-type attacks use the same kind of poison? Was that poison similar among all species? If not, how come all of it acted the same way? Was it even poison at all, or something the residents just conveniently call poison???? Even if it was something else, some sort of less lethal but still corrosive compound, how did it act and react? It's hard to tell in the heat of battle sometimes.

As a scientist, more specifically a student of chemistry, it was Honey's duty to study this! Which is why she's currently in a large, mostly-empty field just outside of Goldenrod City. Beside her, a rather nervous-looking duo of a Muk and a Vulpix look uncertainly at her. Also looking rather worried is the Goomy currently oozing all over her shoulder.]

C'mon, just one try! Some of the people out here have been pestering everyone that crosses their paths for some double-battles, and we can see if this is a good combination!

[... None of the pokemon look rather convinced. Still... they all nod reluctantly.]

Okay! Do your thing, guys!

[At Honey's command, the Muk spews out a (rather small) cloud of Poison Gas. When it drifts away far enough, the Vulpix follows it up with a (also rather small) Ember attack. The two attacks hit and--

BOOM!

Cause a rather impressive explosion. Honey is knocked clear off her feet, but thankfully lands on her big squishy Muk. After a second to shake off the aftershock, she sits up, staring at the area the explosion occurred.

Her eyebrows and bangs may be slightly singed now.]

Whoo! Ooookay! [Despite the rather startling results, she looks... almost excited, once you can get past the shock.] That stuff is potent! Way... way more potent than something a normal animal should be able to produce. I think. [Look she's a chemist, not a biologist.] Prooobably not a good idea for a battle combination, then.

[...Cue defeated sighs from all three pokemon present.]

[All right. Honey said she was going to do some training with her Pokemon. It would not do to worry about her, Honey's a grown lady and a tough cookie, they've been in worse spots before.

...That's what Wasabi was rationalizing to himself until the explosion sent a small shockwave through the city. Explosions are Honey's thing and she's always fine, always perky, always--okay no, he's going to sprint on over to check on her, it's not worth the risk considering they're very far away from home. Nakago, his Scyther, flies after him as he goes, not completely understanding the distress his trainer is showing but following regardless.]

HONEY!

[Wasabi stops short when he sees that his friend is still in one piece, skids to a halt really, out of breath and looking over the whole mess.]

...How did you manage to get something to blow up here of all places?! Are you okay!?

[Only Wasabi would question the logistics of an event in addition to making sure everything is okay.]

[GEEZ YOU BLOW UP ONE TOOL SHED AND USE EXPLOSIONS ONCE IN A BIG CLIMACTIC FINAL BATTLE AND SUDDENLY THEY'RE YOUR THING???? Rude!!!]

I'm fine, really! [And she looks it, if that huge grin on her face and the way she so casually dusts her clothes off as she stands up is anything to go by.] I was just testing out some attack combinations and got a little carried away.

[Of course she's fine. He can't help but worry, all right!]

Maybe you should...focus on more coordination, less explosives.

Kinda hard to do that when one of the Pokemon involved is a fire-type, isn't it?

[Honey no are you trying to give him a heart attack]

Everything's okay though! I'm fine, my pokemon are fine, and nobody else was hurt. So there's nothing to worry about.

[Wasabi never participated in the robot fighting, not even in a "play pretend" sort of scenario, being as dedicated to following the law as he is going to jail over the possibility of some money didn't sound appealing. The concept of Pokemon, at first, reminds him of this and he's hesitant to participate--however, his Scyther seems to have other plans and is insisting that he do some training.

The man watches his Pokemon swing his blades around for a few seconds, then nods approvingly but stops the Scyther.]

Hold on, change your stance a little, like this--[Wasabi settles into a wider stance and holds his arms at ready as though he was about to demonstrate some martial arts.] You'll get a more precise swing and slice this way.

[The Scyther copies him and starts swinging again, the swings seem noticeably faster and neater.]

That's right, you got it, Nakago! It's all about working out a system--but, don't over do it, okay? [He doesn't...want Nakago to hurt himself during practice, so sue him.]

[Nakago's response to this is, of course, to insistently slice a tree to pieces as if to demonstrate "no, really, dad, I'm fine on my own!" Wasabi makes a noise like a distressed squeal and first, running to examine the damage...then he wipes at his eyes, shoulders shaking...is...is he crying?]

They're perfect cuts...I'm so proud of you...!

[Nerd alert.]

[Don't look now, Wasabi, but there was someone watching you behind a nearby tree; watching you train your Pokemon and generally being a giant nerd.

For all of the speed she had, Gogo was also adept at sneaking almost silently. So, get ready, Wasabi, because someone is sneaking up on you, right now...]

Boo!

[ This was a setback. This setting is at least something of an improvement, given that Toons didn't seem to exist here. But what bright spot this seemed to have left open was diminished by the Pokemon. Certainly, there's merit to their usage, but the potential criminal uses of Pokemon couldn't be ignored. Why was there no regulation being done? Why were these creatures simply allowed to run amuck?

Of course, he has a Gastly that seems to float over his shoulder at all times. Don't call him a hypocrite.

So, should you happen to be roaming around Goldenrod at any point today, you might find yourself getting approached by this guy. He holds his cane to his side and speaks formally, but there's something just a bit weird about his attire and rubbery mannerisms. ]

I don't suppose you have a moment to spare? I am in need of some assistance. [ Did I mention that the cape nestled above his shoulders seems to be constantly blowing in the wind? At all times? It's...pretty creepy. ]

What's-

[Oh WOW are you a creepy dude. Not the absolute creepiest Impmon's ever seen, but definitely the creepiest human at least.]

[He's just gonna... take a step or two back. And shift that Magikarp he's carrying to one side, so it's not quite so much in the honorable judge's direct line of sight. For reasons that have nothing at all to do with being scared of the tall, dark, intimidating man in front of him, mind you.]

...Maybe. Whatcha need, gru- gramps?

[He's a busy 'mon, or at least that's the excuse he's willing to hide behind wildly if the creep factor gets much higher.]

[This place was about as far as one could get from the modern technology and architecture of San Fransokyo. It certainly wasn't to Gogo's liking, save for a few things here and there. The gear she had been handed before being shoved out the door by her "mother" looked interesting. She could take it apart and tinker with it the next time she reached town.

And then, she would be able to complain about everything that was happening. All of her things were gone, and she was more then likely kidnapped somehow! But besides those two legitimate problems, Gogo was feeling pretty good. Sure, she could make an adventure of this... strange situation.

At least she had a traveling buddy. Said buddy -- a Blitzle -- was speeding down the route ahead of his trainer, immediately endearing himself to her.]

Yeah, yeah. You're a little speed demon. Cool it down a little, don't want you getting hurt.

[The Blitzle didn't listen. Instead, he whinnied excitedly, letting off a shower of sparks that made his trainer jump back.

Right... Animals here could do that. She had been thinking about it ever since she left New Bark town, about Pokemon fighting. It probably wasn't too different from bot fighting... except it was with live animals. Mmgh.

She brushed her arms, getting the goosebumps out.]

Tiny, electrified horses... [That makes her shake her head. At least it was amusing.]

You think that would be enough to make the heads of the biologists at one of our sister schools explode?

[Sup Gogo, have one of your friends/teammates coming up right behind you. Don't mind the odd little slug dragon attached to her shoulder; she sure doesn't seem to mind how it oozes all over her spiffy new shirt.]

[...And Gogo just about leaps out of her skin-- on the inside, of course. On the outside, she was the epitome of calm, like she always was.

She looked over her shoulder at Honey, putting on a small smirk.]

Absolutely. We'd probably have to prove that it's not a robot, though.

[Blitzle bounced over to his trainer, and this new person. Hello, new person! Both Pokemon and trainer take a moment to look at the other woman. Gogo gestured to her own shirt.]

You got a little something, right here.

That'll be easy.

[Hello, new Pokemon! Honey holds out her hand for the little horse to sniff. That's what you're supposed to do with unfamiliar animals, right?]

What? Oh! [She glances down at the slime on her shirt, and just shrugs, causing her Goomy to wobble and gurgle happily.] As far as I've been able to tell, it's non-toxic, so no worries!

Ha ha, I think they think I'm one of them!

Bleye?

[Steven's on the outskirts of Azalea Town, surrounded by an entire pod of Slowpoke and one confused Sableye. The Slowpoke, as usual, aren't really doing much besides loafing around; it does seem to be the case, however, that for whatever reason they've accepted Steven as one of them. Or that they at least don't object to his presence. A few are even draped across him physically, one having gone so far as to crawl into his lap.]

They're like gushy pillows!

Sab.

[The Sableye gives one of the Slowpoke an investigative prod as Steven pulls out his PokèGear.]

"Although slow, it is skilled at fishing with its tail, which secretes a sweet but non-nutritious sap. It does not feel pain if its tail is bitten." ...Huh.

[Steven looks from the PokèGear to the Slowpoke in his lap, then back again. After a moment, he gingerly picks up the Slowpoke's tail.]

...You think they'd mind? Would you mind if I chewed on your tail, little guy?

[He looks back over at his Sableye-]

What do you th- aw, come on!

[-who apparently has no such compunctions and is already merrily chewing on a tail tip.]

Ble.

[The Slowpoke doesn't seem to mind, at least...?]

Woah, hey, Steven! Who're these little guys?

[Greg squats down to look at a Slowpoke. His Bidoof scuttles up to it, greeting it with a friendly "doof!"]

Hey Dad! They're called Slowpokes. I think they're like the town mascots or something?

[They're EVERYWHERE in town, at least. Literally tripping over them isn't that far out of the question.]

[The Slowpoke greets Greg's Bidoof with a vacant stare into nothingness. Steven's Sableye, on the other hand, taps at it with a claw and offers the tail it's been suckling at. The flavor lives up to the hype, apparently, even while still attached to the Slowpoke.]

Huh. They're kinda cute!

[The Bidoof blinks at the tail, then leans forward to take it with those somewhat-alarming buck teeth. Ooooh, this IS pretty good! Greg watches this with faint alarm, and reaches out to carefully separate the two.]

...uh, let's not chew on that, buddy. Theeeere ya go. See? [He sets the Bidoof back down to face the Slowpoke. The two Pokemon tilt their heads at each other.] That's better, right?

[Crap crap crap crap- ]

[So, were you just wandering alone on the route, doing nothing particularly interesting? Well, your life is about to get even moreso by the presence of a certain Japanese teenager suddenly bursting through the foliage with a Pikachu clinging to his head.]

[Maybe a little ominously, there's the sound of wingbeats behind him. A lot of them.]

[Omi doesn't even break step to see who he's grabbing by the arm. He just does it, all while still trying to haul ass.]

Just run!

[Well, Nagi had been heading back to town after training with his team on the Routes, if that counts as nothing particularly interesting. As it stands, he wasn't banking on someone to come screaming from the undergrowth to grab him by the forearm, dragging him forward before he has the chance to stop them.]

Hey! Let go of me-!

[He starts, trying to pull out of the stranger's grasp while digging in his heels at the same time. A second later he notices the Pikachu, but before he can get a look at their face he turns to look over his shoulder to see what on earth could be after them to make him panic this way.]

[The sudden resistance nearly makes him fall back on his ass, the Pikachu making some aggravated squeaks at being jerked around so much.]

Listen, there's- [He turns around, exasperated- and then pauses in shock.] Nagi!?

[And then a Spearow divebombed them.]

[Oh, you wanted to get a look at what's behind, Nagi? Really? Well, we're apparently recreating a certain very first episode because holy crap that is a hoard of Spearow airborn.]

[...honestly, he's not sure which is more surprising. Omi, or very narrowly avoiding having his head violently pecked by a Spearow overhead. If he wasn't trapped in the middle, he would have half a mind to just leave him here to deal with the problem, but now it's his problem, too.

Because of course it is.

Nagi jerks his arm, trying to pull away again as his Raichu edges closer to his side, his yellow cheeks sparking angrily as he glares at the Spearow swarm flying their way. Yeah okay you can run, if you want to be backed into a corner deep in the forest somewhere.]

Isogu! Thunder, now!

[Your life is just so hard, Nagi.]

[Still, Omi lets him go although it might just be because he's realized who it is than anything. The Pikachu's tail twitches as the other electric mouse steps up, staring in obvious interest.]

[Thanks, but he's going to stay right here. Member of Weiss he might be, but Omi is pretty quick... And also young enough to know Pokemon type advantages and how this benefits him, thanks.]

[Nagi keeps his attention on Isogu, painfully aware of Omi still standing right next to him all the while. He can deal with him when they aren't being attacked.

Meanwhile, the Raichu moves to stand between the trainers and the flock of birds, sending up jagged thunderbolts to try to fry as many groups of them as he can. Hopefully Omi didn't manage to somehow stir up half the forest, or else even he won't be able to hold them all off forever.]

[Fortunately, there's no need to worry- after a few hits, the Spearow flock finally seems to get the hint and takes off. Omi stays tense until the sound of wings has finally faded enough, and then he turns to the other teenager.]

[There's... a lot he wants to say here. A whole lot. But, after a moment-]

Thanks.

[Even though he's more than aware that Nagi was likely doing it just so that he didn't get swarmed by Spearow either.]

[Omi would be exactly right in that assumption, but he wouldn't have learned anything if he let him get killed either, would he? ...as much as one can be killed here, at least.

Once the flock has fled, Nagi turns his attention back to Omi, sizing him up briefly. Isogu walks back over to his side with his tail waving over his head, equally as curious about Omi's Pikachu as he is of him.]

...how long have you been here?

[He feels like he would have seen him on the Network before now, but Bombay was the tech person for a reason. Perhaps he'd been too suspicious of it to try.]

Honey Lemon | Big Hero 6

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Wasabi | Big Hero 6

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Judge Doom | Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

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Gogo Tomago | Big Hero 6

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Steven Quartz-Universe | Steven Universe

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Omi Tsukiyono || Weiss Kreuz

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