WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

[indigo_events]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: May 24 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[be_notorious]

I guess 'it takes a village' is actually acceptable in some places. [Drifter ponders, getting himself a glass of water because, really, he shouldn't be drinking on the job. He wants to, though.]

Back where I'm from, a kid wouldn't last long by their lonesome out in the wilds, and if they did? Hell. They'd be the next leader of the world.

[You know, come to think of it, ghosts never rez kids. That's real fucked up. If anyone deserved to have a second chance at life, its them. No, ghosts rez canon fodder. Like him.]

[Anyway.]

Our monsters aren't really the catchable kind. Not that I haven't wanted one. A warhound? A pet thrall? That'd make my day. Ha, I love it. [He chuckles at the idea again. Still makes him happy.]

[colorpalatable]

[He's dropped enough little tidbits about his world of origin by now that she's plenty interested. It's time to trade a story for a story.]

Oh, yeah? What's it like where you're from? You said something about world-covering darkness earlier, too. What's up with that biz?

[be_notorious]

Oh, we got this thing, called the Traveller. Found us on Earth at a bad point. So it gave us a golden age. Technology like you wouldn't dream. Distant moons beyond the asteroid belt terraformed. Hell, even Mercury turned int a garden world. Amazin' right? Like Magic.

[And he does a slight of hand with one of his coins, flipping it and then pulling it and then having it appear in the opposite hand. Obscenely talented stuff. Even moreso if the person is drunk.]

Well, the Traveller was a little bit of a playboy. Went from place to place collectin' angry exes and then abandoning 'em. So they all decided to come to Earth and throw down and get a piece of what they were all missin'. Supposedly they're precursors to the 'Darkness'.

[He absolutely knows the Darkness is coming. He's heard it in his head. But HAHA! He doesn't have to here! And he loves it!]

Traveller then decided to send all these little 'ghosts' out to go find good warriors to raise to fight for it, send those other species packin'. Those ghosts didn't discriminate all that well. So now we got a bunch of what are basically undead soldiers that can come to life over and over again fightin' a bunch of aliens with really bad attitudes that don't care about collateral so long as they get what they want.

Believe me, I prefer the fluffy monsters here. Easier to satisfy.

[colorpalatable]

[Marceline listens quietly and watches the coin tricks with interest. It looks like she picked a heck of a good bar to drift into - the drink was excellent and the conversation is even better.]

....Wow. That sounds like a bunch of real bunk. And all that's still going on? I'd prefer all the cuddly creatures here, too, jeez.

I apologize for my escapee letter up there.

[be_notorious]

[He pings that coin off two different things before pocketing it, and starts straightening up glasses.]

Yeah, still in the thick of it. People in the Last City got it pretty good. But you know it goes for people that get used to it bein' too safe, right?

I don't reckon it's like that here. All the fightin' seems to be between the pets.

[The top of his creepy Espurr's head can be seen running by at some point as she absconds with a jar of olives. He does nothing to stop her escape. Better she go be creepy and stare at it wherever she's gone than in front of the patrons. He picks up his glass of water again and raises it in a toast.]

Here's to a place where the world isn't in immediate threat of descendin' into darkness. Probably.

no worries - it happens to everyone!

[colorpalatable]

Heh. Cheers, man, I'll drink to that.

[Figuratively, anyway. She's already drained the red out of her glass and won't be consuming the remaining liquid, but she still lifts it in one hand to toast.]

If I do wind up sticking around, I'll be sure to look you up. I'm Marceline, by the way.