The First Step [OPEN]
Jul 18, 2016 1:20:19 GMT -6
Post by Rembrandt on Jul 18, 2016 1:20:19 GMT -6
A foghorn sung into night, disrupting the otherwise serene, peaceful night. Another freighter has just finished unloading its cargo; bushels of bananas, oranges, pineapples, and all other assortments of tropical fruits were being hauled off and prepared to be transported to wherever final destination the goods ultimately had on Wand Island. And in the midst of this unloading, two special pieces of cargo lept off onto the docks, in utter silence.
Unlike the fruit, this pair of ghost gijinka and pokémon had no real ultimate destination where they would rest forever. Sure, there were plans to go to the Judgement Caves to rest the former's consciousness, but there was no timetable they had to meet before they expired, nor would they remain in the caves for long. They were tramps, and tramps like them were just born to run.
So why not enjoy the Port while they were here? It's not like the two are often in civilization; their lives as fugitives and arguable bandits meant that they often avoided large settlements where law enforcement could easily spot them. On the same flip of the coin, however, their adventures until now were limited in scale only to Cup island; who knows if people here even have heard of the crazy sword arm gijinka and her various escapades.
The two were wordless as they crossed from the industrial zone into the actual heart of the city. While a small settlement for experienced urban dwellers, even Port Priestess dwarfed any of the farming communities that the two crashed into on Wand Island. And the lights! Signs advertising stores and restaurants lit up the twilight of the night as if it was day! The gijinka swore that some of the stars were missing in the sky, like they forgot to shine due to all of this bright light.
<You sure you even want to go the Caves?> the pokémon, a Gengar, jested, <We can live like kings here! This place's got everything!>
"And you're going to pay for the rent then, Spectre?" the blue haired gijinka smirked.
The Gengar rolled his eyes. <Not like we haven't squatted before, Rembrandt.>
"It's not squatting," Rembrandt coyly retorted, "It's.... unexpected temporary arrangements"
The gijinka paused, before adding, "No, but seriously, we're more likely to be caught being where we shouldn't be in a place this densely packed. We should enjoy our night here, but then we need to get the hell out before our faces end up everywhere."
<Well, how about we enjoy ourselves to some drinks, then?> Spectre beamed, pointing to a vending machine.
The pair walked up to the machine, in front of a small convenience store on the corner of the street. People were walking in and out of the store, picking up small refreshments or perhaps even paying for gas from the pumps nearby. Luckily for the duo, none of them seemed to be paying the weirdly dressed gijinka and her ghost any attention; they probably have seen 10 weirder sights that night alone.
Scanning the contents of the vending machine idly, Spectre asked, <What flavor do you want?>
"Root beer works," Rembrandt shrugged. She remembered stealing a pack of cans of it once out of a home they broke in for food; it tasted far sweeter and flavorful compared to the water and traditional berry juices that she was used to back in her traditional village. Arceus knows she could use more exiciting food in her life.
The ghost pokémon nodded as he shoved his incorporeal arm into the vending machine. A few seconds later, he ripped out two bottles; one clear and one filled with a brown fizzy liquid. The part poision type handed the latter bottle to the gijinka, before working on opening his bottle.
Rembrandt, meanwhile, was forced to bite on the cap, before twisting it with her only hand. To an onlooker, it might look like the blue hair gijinka was just too stupid to know how to open a bottle like a normal person but, again, they probably have seen weirder stuff.
Once opened, Rembrandt toasted to her pokémon companion.
"Here's to getting to Wand Island."
Unlike the fruit, this pair of ghost gijinka and pokémon had no real ultimate destination where they would rest forever. Sure, there were plans to go to the Judgement Caves to rest the former's consciousness, but there was no timetable they had to meet before they expired, nor would they remain in the caves for long. They were tramps, and tramps like them were just born to run.
So why not enjoy the Port while they were here? It's not like the two are often in civilization; their lives as fugitives and arguable bandits meant that they often avoided large settlements where law enforcement could easily spot them. On the same flip of the coin, however, their adventures until now were limited in scale only to Cup island; who knows if people here even have heard of the crazy sword arm gijinka and her various escapades.
The two were wordless as they crossed from the industrial zone into the actual heart of the city. While a small settlement for experienced urban dwellers, even Port Priestess dwarfed any of the farming communities that the two crashed into on Wand Island. And the lights! Signs advertising stores and restaurants lit up the twilight of the night as if it was day! The gijinka swore that some of the stars were missing in the sky, like they forgot to shine due to all of this bright light.
<You sure you even want to go the Caves?> the pokémon, a Gengar, jested, <We can live like kings here! This place's got everything!>
"And you're going to pay for the rent then, Spectre?" the blue haired gijinka smirked.
The Gengar rolled his eyes. <Not like we haven't squatted before, Rembrandt.>
"It's not squatting," Rembrandt coyly retorted, "It's.... unexpected temporary arrangements"
The gijinka paused, before adding, "No, but seriously, we're more likely to be caught being where we shouldn't be in a place this densely packed. We should enjoy our night here, but then we need to get the hell out before our faces end up everywhere."
<Well, how about we enjoy ourselves to some drinks, then?> Spectre beamed, pointing to a vending machine.
The pair walked up to the machine, in front of a small convenience store on the corner of the street. People were walking in and out of the store, picking up small refreshments or perhaps even paying for gas from the pumps nearby. Luckily for the duo, none of them seemed to be paying the weirdly dressed gijinka and her ghost any attention; they probably have seen 10 weirder sights that night alone.
Scanning the contents of the vending machine idly, Spectre asked, <What flavor do you want?>
"Root beer works," Rembrandt shrugged. She remembered stealing a pack of cans of it once out of a home they broke in for food; it tasted far sweeter and flavorful compared to the water and traditional berry juices that she was used to back in her traditional village. Arceus knows she could use more exiciting food in her life.
The ghost pokémon nodded as he shoved his incorporeal arm into the vending machine. A few seconds later, he ripped out two bottles; one clear and one filled with a brown fizzy liquid. The part poision type handed the latter bottle to the gijinka, before working on opening his bottle.
Rembrandt, meanwhile, was forced to bite on the cap, before twisting it with her only hand. To an onlooker, it might look like the blue hair gijinka was just too stupid to know how to open a bottle like a normal person but, again, they probably have seen weirder stuff.
Once opened, Rembrandt toasted to her pokémon companion.
"Here's to getting to Wand Island."
