Oct. 16th, 2011

[identity profile] arsenictrainer.livejournal.com
[The second that Nepeta found out there were birds on this bridge, everything just started to spiral downwards.

You see, not only has her beloved Leon evolved—a process she only sort of understands but has no complaints about—but she's gotten her claws on another kitten via a mysteriously-obtained egg. And of course, this little pink thing (a "Skitty", her Pokédex called it, but she's been calling it "Felicia") needs to learn the ways of the hunt, too! And so the unfortunate Ducklett who happen to wander by are their practice prey.

It's hard to find a good hiding spot in the middle of a bridge but fortunately, the Ducklett seem unbothered by the presence of others. In fact, Nepeta has just been crouching down near the side, ready to spring, beside her little protegees, and the second the birds touch down...

WHAM, and cue either a little alien girl or one of two cat things pouncing onto the unlucky creatures depending on whose turn it is.]


Leon, you are absolutely purrfect at this! Felicia, you have to be more quiet, next time, okay? If you meow at them, they'll hear you!

[Somebody please tell this girl that this is not how catching Pokémon works.]

[Action]

Oct. 16th, 2011 11:52 pm
[identity profile] goateeshark.livejournal.com
"OM NOM NOM NOM! Nyuck nyuck nyuck, these free eats are the best!" Laughed Jabberjaw, stuffing an entire hoagie into his mouth, his sharp teeth and strong jaws tearing through it like it was made of tissue paper. He was in a sub-shop in Striaton city, and having a blast.

It was about that time that a particularly brave cashier approached him. "Uh... mister fish-dude? You gotta, like, pay for those, or something please don't eat me. "

Jabberjaw's eyes sank into his head as he heard that dreadful word. Pay. Did he have any money? He didn't have any pockets, let alone any cash. Thinking about what had been given to him, he didn't recall being one of the things. So really, Jabberjaw was left with one option: 

Dine and dash. 

The shark hastily threw another sandwich into his trap, and shouted, "WWAAAWWR UMMA SHAWK!" Not nearly as impressive with his mouth full as he had hoped, the silly shark swallowed his mouthful, grabbed the underside of the table, and flipped it. The sudden, unexpected motion (unsurprisingly) startled the teenage cashier, and Jabberjaw use this as an opportunity to escape. He ran through the door, hit his head on the top of the doorway, and kept running. |

"NYUCK NYUCK NYUCK!" He laughed as he quickly ducked into a building, out of breathe for the most part. "Now THAT, was a close one."