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Greed / Fullmetal Alchemist 2003

[ossifragant]

[Maybe he should be a bit more alarmed about waking up in a strange house in the morning when he was about to go confront Dante and most likely die, but actually, Greed isn't bothered at all.

This is all extremely new and fascinating. He can't very well complain because Dante certainly isn't going to find him here, is she?

And he has a cat following him around. A cat with some sort of antler that looks like money on its head, but it's a cat nevertheless. This is going to be a very, very interesting experience.

There's just one thing left to do. Find someone who can fill him in on this place.]

Hey there. What can you tell me about this town? See, I'm new and feeling a bit lost.

[bioalchemic]

[Oops that's not a native that's someone who's just as lost as you.]

...your guess is as good as mine.

[This place is nuts man what are they even supposed to be doing.]

[ossifragant]

[Well, damn it, that's no good!]

Really? What a shame.

The natives here aren't too helpful, it seems. "Adventure" this "adventure" that.

[Shrug. Clearly it doesn't bother him that much.]

Oh well.

Scar | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

[envy_the_sinners]

((I'll match to brackets if you prefer!))

a.
Scar had lost count as to how many times he had gone tumbling down the face of this damned ledge.

It should have been simple enough. He could climb buildings, yet every time he neared the top of this slope, he somehow lost his footing and came stumbling down in a heap. This was where he sat, now. Flat on his ass at the bottom of a seemingly impossible incline and gathering his bearings after his latest tumble.

Never mind that he probably could have gotten around it through some tall grass an hour ago.

b.
Skitty was usually very well behaved.

Usually.

Right now, however, she was currently skittering down the streets of Violet City for some reason unknown to Scar. He felt like a complete and utter fool chasing after the damn pokémon, but what else was he supposed to do?

Some help would be greatly appreciated. Or, you could simply point and laugh. That worked too.

[foolishwren]

Chasing?

CHASING?

C H A S I NG???? ?????!!!!


CHASING!!!!


The unmistakable thundering sound of a dog juggernauting enthusiastically towards its next victim could be heard rumbling out across the grass.

And that was when a Growlithe the size of a Saint Bernard launched bodily into Scar's path.

[envy_the_sinners]

Good Lord-

Scar barely had time to shout with surprise when a beast of a Growlithe launched out of the grass and onto an inevitable collision course with him. The Ishbalan had always used his size to his advantage. Knocking him over was like toppling a concrete wall.

But this bright orange newcomer? Had caught him just right.

The wind knocked out of him, Scar landed on the ground with a sharp grunt and a lot of fur in his face as Skitty continued to make a break for it. Fantastic.

Veronica | Franken Fran

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Getting stuck in a strange place with no way home in site was one thing. Getting stuck in a place and left to wander free without most of your abilities was another. Getting stuck with a weird animal was just another topping on the confusion cake.]

[Veronica fell on her back as the newest attempt to climb over the strange slopes that lined the route she found herself in. It was weird. She could jump higher than a normal human, and climb with ease. Somehow, her skills had been taken from her.]

Damn it.... [She muttered as she took to a sitting position, wiping dirt from her cloak.] What's wrong with this place?

[Murkrow! A large, black bird swooped down and landed on one of her knees, giving the girl a tilted head look. Veronica just sighed.]

Why are you still following me? I let you go, you stupid bird.

[The pokemon gave another cry of Krow! and fluttered up into the air, landing on the top of the girl's fedora and made itself comfortable. Veronica, perplexed, simply decided to let it stay there for now.]

[hypocritical_oath]

[Her attempts to jump over the unjumpable ledges have not gone unnoticed. There's a slightly unhinged giggle coming from behind her as the Medic made his presence known.]

Too bad Fraulein! I wonder if there's a chemical in these slopes that disorientates the body's motor control? It would explain how you've failed to climb over...unless you've been eating a bit too much lately. I prescribe a diet, my dear.

[Medic walked over and peered at the innocuous ledge, tilting his head one way then the other. Running a finger along the edge and licking it, Medic let out a thoughtful hum.]

I'll have to run more test. If I could figure out what renders this wall so impassable, perhaps I could extract it and use it to prevent those pesky BLUs from trespassing into the base.

Alec Hardison | Leverage

[gummyfrogs]

[Have you ever seen a grown man so utterly ecstatic to find himself spontaneously transported into a parallel universe as this man is right now? Well, maybe if you're an avid Doctor Who fan and spent a lot of time immersing yourself in the vivacious mania that was Ten's run, but outside of that, you probably haven't.

But this is nothing short of a dream come true for someone like Hardison, and his enthusiasm is such that he's actually bouncing in triumph as, with his Gear in hand and a Pikachu at his side, he goes around hurling himself into every patch of tall grass and crossing the line of sight of every schoolkid and other aimless NPC he sees.]

Mm! Yeah! Whaaaaat? Get some! That's how we do it!

[...He crows, dancing in place as a dejected six-year-old comes over to hand him all his pocket change, having just been defeated in battle.]

[bioalchemic]

[Russell's just going to stop to watch. And stare.]

[Are you really taking money from a small child is this really how it works.]

[:l]

Russell Tringham | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

[bioalchemic]

[What even was all of this?! It's way too weird to be real, right? Right?]

[Except it feels very, very real, as bizarre as the circumstances seem to be. There's a cute little leafy... turnip... thing... following Russell around as he tries to get an answer he likes from the townsfolk.]

[Eventually he gives up. He's getting nowhere with people, and the bitty grass type is rather insistently tugging on his pants, so he pauses to pick it up.]

What in the world are you...?

[Yeah, it's been explained. Sorta. He's still not entirely sure how it's even possible. I mean, it's part plant for crying out loud. That goes against the rules of everything.]

Harime Nui | Kill la Kill

[scizor_sister]

[Seeing someone perched on one of the ledges scattered across Kanto and Johto isn't too unusual, even if they're just sitting there instead of hopping over the edge and skating down the slope. Even less unusual is the young woman in question, face an expression of serene enjoyment, watching her Skitty below her at the base of the ledge.]

[What's less than usual is that the Skitty in question is frantically dodging a massive pack of Graveler and Geodude, all of them seemingly intent on chasing down the small cat and exploding.]

Pick up the pace Sourcière, they're starting to catch up!

[And aside from that sing-songy shout of not-quite encouragement, she's back to looking more like someone watching a sunrise than watching her Pokemon dodge around a minefield.]

[explosivecombat]

[Well. This isn't exactly something that one sees terribly often, now, is it - most in this place seem opposed to allowing things to blow themselves up at all, much less offer no assistance when it will be their own Pokémon on the receiving end of it.

Granted, just because it's unusual doesn't mean Kimblee's going to try to stop it himself, either; it's not his place, surely, but more than that, it's interesting in its own way.]

And am I to assume that it's not going to trouble you if they do?

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi | Tiger & Bunny

[optimistic]

[Cherrygrove City is a strange city indeed. It reminds him a little of Oriental Town, in a way. Small, homely, full of tiny shops and... well, old people. He has to laugh a little as he remembers the two people who fondly call him old--both his daughter and his partner, as silly as it is--and realizes this sitting is far too fitting.

But he really must be off. With a laugh, he checks the pokeball on his belt and makes his way towards the center. His little cat-tiger-thing, cute as it was, is low on health, and he's out of potions. It's a shock he even made it out, but he's glad. Nobody attacks in the cities, according to what he's heard. Well, not people walking around cities.

Hopefully. He doesn't waste any time in going to the first PokeCenter, though, and turning over his little cat for a good ol' fashioned check-up. In the meantime... he figures he'll go get a coffee, find more things out, something to keep him occupied.]

[mettle]

[Right outside one of those coffee shops, a budding trainer seems to be having some difficulty with handling his Pokemon. While Barnaby doesn't quite mind the company that these small creatures offer, he at least wishes that his didn't have so much energy to tend to.]

Would you please stop? I do believe I've given you enough attention already.

[His Buneary simply gives a delighted call before beginning to hop around Barnaby in an endless circle, causing him to sigh deeply as he rubs at his temples. If only he could figure out a way to settle the Buneary down... or maybe if he lets it hop around on its own for a few minutes, it'll tire itself out. Couldn't he have at least gotten his coffee first though?]

I'm not sure who is more of a handful at this point, you or Kotetsu...

Francis York Morgan | Deadly Premonition

[callmeyork]

[At a Sawsbuck Coffee in Goldenrod, there's a man in a sharp suit holding a burning cigarette in one hand, and a cup of hot coffee in another.

Next to him is a little sphere of a Natu, with what appears to be its own tiny cup of coffee. They appear to be sipping in something close to unison.]

Rocket's been quiet lately, Emily. I have a feeling that they're gearing up towards something.

[Emily peeps some sort of assent, hopping around on the table and swirling its drink with its beak, staring into the shifting depths. York is doing... most of that, but without the hopping and the beak, instead opting for just a spoon and a bit more cream.]

"Don't look a gift Ponyta in the mouth". Lucky number... 25. I see. Seems we should get a move on. Well, after we're done here.

Im so sorry

[codeforhope]

[Well if York happens to have his PokeGear sitting on the table- or at least somewhere near- he might notice that it's....performing in a way it clearly shouldn't be. The screen has brightened and text is rapidly appearing, as if someone is actually putting in text for a message instead of one being received.

And the text seems to read as follows.]

ALL NUMBERS CAN BE
/LUCKY/

IF YOU WANT THEM TO BE

BUT THE NUMBERS
1 AND 0
ARE THE MOST LUCKY

BECAUSE BINARY IS SUPERIOR

[The only explanation I can give is someone's gotten rather curious and has detached from their trainer's 'Gear to infiltrate someone else's. So sorry about that, York.]

[ajustcaws]

[team rocket, huh... Well, there's someone at Sawsbuck Coffee who has a vested interest in that kind of thing, even if it's

complicated...

so don't mind her coming up to the table because... well, it's relevant...]

Yeah, I'd say it's been quiet... but too quiet? Who knows what they're up to?

Jesus "Soos" Chambrot | Gravity Falls

[incaseofpinata]

[On Route 29, just outside of New Bark Town, there's a Munchlax who is running as fast as his little legs can take him. He's got a full load of snack foods in his arms, and he's doing his best to scarf everything down, leaving an obvious trail of plastic wrappers in his dust.

Behind him, is a similarly proportioned man in a ?-emblem shirt, running as fast as he can after the renegade Pokemon, trying to pick up as much of the trash as possible.]

Gordito, wait! Those were for the both of us!

Fran Madaraki | Franken Fran

[chirurgical]

[And here we see a young woman struggling, almost wrestling, with a severely beaten Croagunk just off of the path on Route 14 and brandishing a Potion bottle like it's a weapon.]

I know it stings, urf, but we're not going anywhere until you've had your medicine.

[She's really starting to wish she'd brought some anesthetic with her. Or any of her surgical equipment, really. Some gauze would do wonders right about now.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Come back here!

[The sound of a voice some distance behind Fran signals the cry of a Pokémon that's much closer. It's not a few seconds later that a Murkrow touches down near the surgeon and her Croagunk, a black fedora held in its talons.]

Stupid bird! Why don't you... [The voice gets closer as well, but it stops as the person gets closer. A small gasp is heard.]

...Fran?

Jack Skellington | The Nightmare Before Christmas

[shakespeareanquotations]

[There's a thin, sallow man dressed in an exquisitely tailored suit on Route 12, on his way out of Lavender Town. While he's moving at a pretty even clip, his Pumpkaboo seems more interested in peering out at the waters under the bridge. Man, there must be all kinds of fish under there. So many fish. It's insane how many fish there must be.

It takes a few moments before Jack notices he's not being followed anymore, at which point he wheels right around and trots back toward his partner.]

Come along now, Fester.

[With a single smooth gesture, he scoops the Pokemon into his arms, cradling it like a baby.]

We haven't much time to lose!

[After a few more minutes of walking, Fester starts to wriggle around in Jack's grip and, eventually, pops free and resumes staring into the depths. Jack notices, scoops him back up, and they keep walking. Then he wriggles free again.

Yeah, this is probably gonna keep happening until somebody stops them.]

Dandy | Space Dandy

[adandyinspace]

[Training was never something Dandy was really enthusiastic about. Most of the time his training amounted to telling his little starly to go beat up other pokemon while he did whatever he felt like. That, and occasionally tracking down small children to battle with, because nothing felt better than being able to take a kid's lunch money without anyone batting an eye.

Things changed when he overheard people talking about how magikarp, a weak stupid fish pokemon, evolved into gyarados, a strong not-stupid fish pokemon. This got the gears turning in Dandy's head as he too recently hatched a pretty stupid, useless fish: his feebas.

Cue a grown man carrying around a feebas like one would an assault rifle, wandering around good ol' route 29. That's where the weak pokemon were, after all. He even cocked his aquatic companion every now and then before aiming her mouth at the unsuspecting wild life, pulling one of her fins like one would a trigger.]

YEAH!! GET SOME!!

[Feebas opened her mouth, releasing a dragon pulse of all things, pushing back the weaker pokemon as Dandy considered himself the victor instantly. After blasting away yet another rattata, he ever so smugly flung his feebas over his shoulder and began to rub his chin.]

At this rate, you'll be a kick ass sea monster in no time, baby. We should've been doing this from the very beginning.

[Meanwhile, his starly watched from a distance in what can only be described as a strange mixture of both awe and horror. She didn't have the heart to tell him feebas didn't evolve into giant killer sea serpents. ...Not that her trainer would listen, anyway.]

[codeforhope]

[Far down the Route in the direction opposite what Dandy's facing another small child seems to be approaching, though they're a breeder, not a trainer. Would you believe it, they're not exactly a small child either. Still, they definitely look like one. In fact, walking quietly down the path with a bag over their shoulder and a Zigzagoon trotting along beside them looks like a young girl on her way to the nearest town, what with the small stature and skirt and all.

...But he isn't.

It's hard to say where Chihiro's been exactly or why, but he's currently on the path back to Goldenrod. He had expected to run into a few trainers here and there, as one usually does on routes like this, but.....this was not anything like what he'd been expecting. He stops short with a start when the Feebas lets loose a dragon pulse, sending the poor pokemon in the grass around the man scattering.

He swallows hard, reaching up to get a tighter grip on his bag. ...Maybe if he powerwalks past he won't be noticed.]

SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST

[awesmazings]

[Oh Dandy, you're really excelling at this whole Pokemon thing, aren't you? Well, don't look now, but it looks like you've got another challenger approaching from the distance.

After trecking on nearby routes for some battle experience, Jimmy's been heading back to wherever Joker and his roving circus band has currently set up shop. Right now he's got his 'Gear in one hand as he scrolls through the different Pokedex entries, his Furret- Cherry- bounding along beside him like a furry pool noodle.]

Alright, lesse....how many is that now? Gosh, I've prolly seen almost a hundred Pokemon at this point...