one. [text / action]

[ferino]

[There are a few solid things about this world that Nicolas has declared as fact--the neighborhood trainers are pains in the ass, not enough places have nice showers, phones suck, and he's fucking lost. He looks annoyed at best when he finally works to turn on the gear, frowning at it.

Then there's just a few solid moments of him frowning, a Chatot perched on his shoulder chirping away, as he tries to work it. He just looks confused.

And then abruptly, the image disappears. (He finally figured out how to text. Yippee.)]

how do you leave tihs place?

i have
things to do
at home

where the exit
?

who's bird is this
it wild?

[It looks terrible. But you know what? Typing is enough of a pain. But to Nic, it'll do.

For anyone in New Bark Town, he stands there, staring with a dull look at the gear. It's a little odd, this tall, with a tiny kid's backpack on one shoulder. He feels almost like a dad being here... looking around as if trying to decide where to go first.]

Comments

[ferino]

[She ignored that. Hmm... Mental filing for later.]

and they all have powers?

what kind of weird place is this

[foolishwren]

_{[SHE SURE DID.]}

yep, all of em

and the country you're in is called Johto

to this day I'm not totally sure if this PLANET has any particular name, but basically all the superpowered animals are just normal

the whole society revolves around them pretty much

[ferino]

[HMMM....]

this is so fucking weird

so now we're just stuck here with things that can kill us but dont look like they want to?

[foolishwren]

YEP basically!

gotta catch 'em all!

[ferino]

catch em? why catch all of them?

[foolishwren]

it's the new hot thing

and by 'new' I mean 'it's apparently always been this way' and by 'hot' I mean that's just what you do here

[ferino]

noted. is this some sort of sport

[foolishwren]

basically, yeah, that's pretty accurate