WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

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Drifter | Destiny 2

[be_notorious]

Goldenrod: Tending Bar

[Drifter's not been here long. Just enough to get situated, settle in. Figure out what is where, find himself a decent bartending job. Why? Well, he's always liked being the sort of guy people get drunk around. Spill more info that way. It's pretty good pay, too. And ol' Drifter likes being a shoulder to cry on! He can't even wear his spiked pauldrons anymore, so it's even comfortable.]

[But of course, a few days into it, all hell has broken loose. He's idly washing a glass when a pokemon strolls in, which, mind you, isn't that wierd. They're wearing more clothes than usual. That's a little off. It climbs up on the stool and puts down some money with a grim expression on its face.]

Whiskey. On the rocks. [The Chansey says in a voice so deep it could rival Lord Saladin's.]

[Drifter's eyes go wide, and without taking his eyes off what he's having difficulty believing he pours the drink with expert ease.] Yeah, brother. You uh... You look like you need it. How about a double?

[When that's done he stalls and stares at his palm. With barely more than a thought it glows red. Ah. Well. Now isn't that a twist of events. Though if someone comes in, he'll probably hide that hand behind his back immediately.]

Goldenrod: Catching a Meowth

Come on! Come down from there. Drifter just wants to get paid, that's all!

[Orin the Espurr's doing her part to help Drifter catch this especially troublesome Meowth. And now he's got two cats up an impressively tall tree, about a story up when compared to the building next to it.. One that's his, one that's almost his, and the one that's his has now taken to staring down at him like, 'What am I supposed to do next?'.]

Do I gotta come up there? You are in a tree. I am comfortably on the ground, and I know you can hear me.

[She stares some more. Just boring a hole right through him. Thanks, creepy child.]

Great. You're gonna be the death o' me, I already got that figured out. If you can actually die in this place? It'll be by you. [And since he's not so restricted as usual (and assuming no one can actually see him pull this stunt), he hopes and liesurely floats into the tree. Just floats, like a feather that's caught in an updraft. He settles his shoes on the biggest branch.]

Alright, come on. Let's finish this up so I can get back down and stop lookin' like a freak up here.

Catching a Meowth

[plasticasshole]

[Connor had just stopped by Goldenrod to check on the house, when he spots Drifter (or Wu Ming, as he knows him as). He starts to head over to see if he can help, but then Drifter just floats on up into the tree with a soft puff, and Connor raises his eyebrows slightly.]

I was about to offer to help, but I guess you don’t need it?

[He leans against the tree, Crockett beside him, beeping.]

[be_notorious]

[Ah, hell.]

[Drifter looks down from his new perch, and from two cats that are still in their various stages of combat. One of them with her eyes now focussed on Connor. The other, a Meowth with its claws out as it hisses.]

I think I got it under control. Mostly.

[He mutters.] If she'd just do what I said. Guess I chose the right name for ya.

[The Meowth, in the meantime, jumps down on Crockett, ready to make an escape.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor almost feels bad when he looks at Crockett with the wild Meowth standing on it.]

Crockett, use Thunderbolt.

[The Meowth immediately faints and slides off the Magnezone, where Connor appears to stare dispassionately down at it. In reality, he’s scanning it to make sure he didn’t accidentally kill it somehow. Phew, it’s alive. He crouches down to pick it up, cradling it in his arms and gesturing to Drifter.]

It’s just knocked out. You can take it to a Pokemon Center and they’ll restore it to full health again.

[be_notorious]

[He watches that from his vantage point, as does Orin. Then he grabs her up in her ball before she can be much creepier at strangers.] Woo! That was a hell of an arc attack. High-level friend, you got there, brother. I dig it. [He floats down, turning in a half circle as he does.]

Let's uh... let's just keep what I did just now between you and me, alright? It usually don't matter here anyway.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor hands off the Meowth to Drifter.]

I’ll keep it quiet, don’t worry.

[He pats Crockett though, since the Pokemon did a good job.]

I assume you have powers where you’re from? We seem to gain them back for a couple of days every few months, I’m not sure why.

[be_notorious]

[He sort of takes it awkwardly, in the arms of a man who rarely has to take care of anything. But he can at least tell it needs to go to a Pokecenter.]

Alright, which way was the Pokecenter again? 'Cause he about walloped the sense out of this poor thing.

[He tips his head.]

Good to be warned. Yeah, I got 'em. A lot of people do, though. It ain't that special. [Some of them just happen to be idealistic fools.] Some people are inclined to dislike us. To be honest, I can't really blame 'em.

Tending Bar

[colorpalatable]

[Marceline is so used to the low-level chaos that perpetuates every day life in Ooo that the chaos here hasn't really registered much. She's not sure how she wound up here, but that's not stopping her from exploring and having a good time while she does it. What is stopping her (or at least, hindering her), is the gosh-darned sun. She's got her sun hat, thankfully, and there are plenty of shadows in the city, but sometimes a girl just needs to chill indoors.

So, she drifts into a bar. Literally. With both legs bent at the knee, she floats at more or less her standing height above the ground. Once at the bar, though she sits down properly on a stool, right in front of Drifter.]

'Sup, my man? One Bloody Mary, hold the garnish.

[be_notorious]

Alright, alright, I can do that for ya, sister.

[And she sure is a floating vampire girl. That seems to be the case. He salutes her lightly and grabs the metal shaker and starts grabbing ingredients.]

Things uh... They seem a little off for here, so I don't know if it's real blood you're gonna be needin' for this but I'll do my best with the traditional ingredients I have on hand.

...I'm not even meanin' to be a jerk with that question, I honest to god haven't seen someone go that hard on the vampire look in a long, long time. [She might actually need some blood. But you know what, either way?] Consider it a compliment.

[colorpalatable]

Aww, thanks, dude! No worries, though, I get what you're saying.

[Marceline props her elbows on the bartop and her chin on her hands as she watches him get to work. This is pretty much exactly like a conversation she might have with a barkeep in Ooo. The only real difference so far is the apparent humanness of the guy mixing the drink.]

I don't eat blood, just the color red. So you can be suuuuuper generous with the Tobasco, if you want.

[be_notorious]

You got it. [He goes heavy on the tobasco.] You like heavy paprika in there, too?

[The floating is a little weird. The last person he met that consistently floated, you know, more than to jump from one place to the other had some mental boundary issues. But a man can't judge a floatin' lady by the actions of one other floatin' lady and this one even moves her mouth when she talks. Isn't that nice of her!]

My services are usually for a more human vein of clientele, save a Dreg [or Lightbearer] or two. Seems I'm gettin' me some variety today. Ha ha...

[He gets her glass out without worrying about setting aside lemon wedges or celery or the other nonsense. No need to pretty it up as the woman knows what she wants.]

[colorpalatable]

Heck yeah! Bring on the paprika!

[Is it a bonus that Marceline's mouth moves when she talks, when her mouth is full of a lot of very sharp, pointy teeth? Well, it probably depends on who's being asked.

She begins to gently kick her feet back and forth under the bar, the toes of her boots quietly tapping in rhythm against the counter.]

Really? What else've you seen around besides me? Is it all of these cool little monster guys?

[be_notorious]

These cool little monster guys? Oh, they're here all the time. But usually they don't talk much. They just say a word or two an' that word or two tends to be bits of their names.

But today, I get this fella- [he motions to the Chansey, still nursing his whiskey like a mournful hard-drinking stereotype] -rollin' in talkin' like he's about to break into a sad jazz monologue. But hey, so long as there ain't any gunfights in my bar I'll welcome the little change up. [Though he actually enjoys gunfights, as he's the lucky one in them more often than not.] And I doubt there'll be any gunfights seein' on how the entire world is slim pickin's when it comes to weaponry.

That's the monster's job.

catching a meowth

[lyingheart]

[ There's showing up for drinks and there's being in town before then and taking care of various sundry business. Annie has her entourage of a team with her, Absol, Gogoat, Egg, Sobble, Rockruff, and Tentacool. The Tentacool floats and bobs along, the Sobble is riding (invisible) in Annie's hood, and everyone else is ambling along as one might expect.

Arlert isn't around, otherwise the Hoothoot would have swooped in to check out man, feline pokemon, and also the state of the tree itself.

She isn't, and so there's just a chorus of upturned eyes after the pause where Annie caught juuuuust the tail end of the floating, the too slow, leisurely nature of it antithesis to how she's landed in trees for years. Fritz, the Tentacool, places two tentacles over her eyes, rubbing at them. More incidental than surprised, as they fall back down and gently sway as she maintains her float in the air. ]

Wouldn't want to go out on a limb to suggest otherwise, but in some places, standing around in trees is more normal than you'd expect.

[ For the sake of not being eaten by Titans. Or in training to not be eaten by Titans. Or in running from Titans who'll eat you when not in Titan form.

Trees are useful, and this whole tableau is mildly entertaining. She slides her hands into her pockets, blinking up at him nice and slow.

There might, in fact, be three cats at play here right now. One's just distinctly less felinid than the rest. ]

[be_notorious]

[Drifter grunts a surprised noise, looking down. Ah, right. She was in Goldenrod, or somewhere close to it. He has been looking forward to meeting her. Any woman who'd send a stranger a bottle of liquor to settle them in a new place is worth some time. Plus she's cynical enough that maybe he can dig up some common ground there.]

[He's not got any grand aspirations here. He's just riding it out, but still. A few like-minded people never hurt.]

Here I thought we'd get off on the right foot and you had to go an' pun at me like that, right out of the gate. I can't beleaf you. Hahaaa... [He looks at Orin, who is staring again, thanks Orin. The Meowth is very much put off by it and 'meowths!' in a hissing way and bats at her.]

[Drifter gives up for now and hops out of the tree. Since he's already been caught, it's with another float right as he reaches the ground and offers her his hand.] Glad to make your acquaintance up front and personal.

[lyingheart]

[ It strikes her, to a lack of surprise, that people from varied dimensions have much more interesting powers that are much less focused on body horror than anything her world's dreamt up.

It's fascinating, really, in the same way that watching a predator hunt is fascinating when one isn't the prey. At least from her perspective. Being wary of what it is anyone brings to the table--powers having very little to do with it--is her natural state of existence.

She takes his hand, her grip firm. ]

Same. Though if puns irritate you, you're going to hate talking to me or Shiro.

[ Annie looks unconcerned by this possibility, and Lute noncommittally ols at her side. ]

What's with the Meowth?

[be_notorious]

Ah, no worries, Sister. Just teasin' a little. [Good grip on that handshake, he notes. And in person he can really note how good she could probably wear particular hunter armor. Not that it matters that much in this place, as humans have considerably fewer enemies to worry about than the pokemon. But hey, a man can ponder outfitting someone up in some high-quality gear, am I right?]

[Though once that brief, barely perceptible glance is passed, he just looks up into the tree where Orin is battling.] Just tryin' to catch it. Figured if I'm gettin' on my feet, the money moves wouldn't hurt non to have. Orin! Use scratch already!

[Orin stars down, lifts a tiny paw, and lets her talons come out with all the grace of Robert Englund all while not breaking that blank visage.]

[Drifter looks away from the sound of the ensuing catfight, not because pokemon battles are offputting, but because Orin manages to be just as damn creepy as her namesake. It'd be different if she was a horrible invading space alien but no, she's got sweet kitten face.] So, Annie, where are you and your posse headed? Out to see if you run across anyone havin' a little bit of an outa body experience? Seems to be goin' around. Luckily I've not caught that particular bug.

[lyingheart]

[ Without perceiving any intent for attack, Annie is more relaxed and less twitchy; given the timing, she's also sourly aware she's in much less danger of damage now than the majority of the year. Unpleasant as regrowing limbs is, she can manage it now on her own, until the whole world remembers what they're not allowed to be.

Which this weekend, also included Pokemon. Apparently. ]

Oh, no, the truly out of body experiences happened a few months back. This is simply forced shape changing. Shitty either way.

[ She's had enough of shape shifting in her life, and being a Pokemon doesn't appeal to her in any way. Lute, at her side, breathes out in a soft chuff of air, while Fritz the Tentacool is fixedly watching Orin and the Meowth fight. Occasionally, her tentacle arms twitch as if mirroring a movement. ]

Haven't run into anyone I know, but it's a big city.

[ In a decently larger world than they might expect they could wander through, but she refrains from saying as much. ]

[be_notorious]

Well, Annie, since I got a job at this bar down the way, I could get you a good drink on a discount and I do owe ya one. What say you? Not too busy for a sit down I hope.

[Though he has to make sure Orin is doing her job, first, and he looks up into the tree at her. Just in time for the Meowth to plop out of it. And there is that Espurr, staring down again.]

[Drifter lightly tosses a ball to pick up the Meowth.]

I know somebody that's gonna have to get fixed up later. [He mutters, and Orin starts her way down the tree to join them down at the bottom.]

Tending Bar

[thedifferencebetween]

[These weekends are always something.]

[Usually they're pretty good! Jack's got his diamond unicorn - the one he is currently riding - he gets to see his girlfriend who lives in another dimension - she's real, he can show you pictures! - it's generally a good time.]

[But sometimes screaming tweens who want to kill him show up. Sometimes people spontaneously start turning into Pokemon. You just never know with these weekends.]

[Which is why Jack is riding Butt Stallion right into a bar. She's got plenty of experience going through doors and maneuvering indoors. Jack rides her everywhere, when he can.]

Yo! Big ass bottle of bourbon, stat!

[be_notorious]

You got it, Brother!

[Drifter occupies himself pulling out three different bottles.]

You lookin' for somethin' a little sweet, somethin' smooth, or do you just wanna ruin everything from your tonsils to your gullet with no pretense of civility. No judgment here.

[Seems like he wants to celebrate.]

Okay, I hate to ask this but it's real relevant right now. Is the horse here to drink, too? I ain't gonna kick it out or check its ID, but I need to know.

[thedifferencebetween]

Ha, nah, that's...that's a fair question!

[Jack snickers.]

Nah, Butt Stallion's just here to hang.

And just...good bourbon, I just want good bourbon. I don't have any local preferences or anything.

[He's a functioning alcoholic, he orders what people expect a guy like him to order, but he honestly doesn't care. He hops down off of his unicorn and stretches. He's not used to riding diamond these days.]

...Hey, we've talked on the 'gear, haven't we?

[be_notorious]

...Okay, then. How ya livin', Butt Stallion?

[Drifter greets before grabbing a bottle off the shelf.]

92 Proof. Single barrel, oak barrel, burnt caramel and vanilla vibes in the scald. But aside from the pleasantries, it'll put you on your ass faster than using a bad line on a woman in full armor.

[He leaves the bottle and a glass for Jack to use for however long he chooses to drink here, and he starts wiping down the counter.]

You got me. Decided a few days after showin' up I'd shout out and see who was listenin'. No one I knew. [Which he is eternally grateful for.]

[thedifferencebetween]

She's always living large! Just like me.

[Jack eases himself onto a bar stool and pulls out his cigarettes. He feels like he's been going hard for days, and he guesses he kind of has been. These weekends, there's a lot to do.]

[He needs a little break.]

Cool to smoke in here? Some places get real pissy about that. And yeah, that's what most people do. What the hell else option we got? Sometimes ya get lucky, most times ya just end up shooting the shit with a bunch of strangers.

[be_notorious]

So long as it doesn't lead to a bar fight. Not that they ain't fun but I hate dealin' with broken bottles and busted furniture. Got real old during the dark age. Wild times, those were.

[He listens to Jack's assessment of the network as he pulls out a deck of cards from under the register, idly shuffling them as the other man mentions things.]

Shootin' the shit is the best way to find good company and a nice grapevine. And I ain't too worried about luck.

[He lays four cards face down, flips them. All Jacks.]

Lookit that. Four of a kind.