a familiar human form appears

[zoropunk]

[Something is walking...no, strutting around the CMA, inspecting everything with a lazy grin. He comes to a stop and puts his hands in his pockets, laughing.]

Now doesn't this place look ace!

[A cruel glint comes into his eyes, and he heads off to hassle an innocent bystander....

COULD IT BE YOU?]

Comments

[redpersianisred]

[No cuz I'm leaving with my Gible you Douche :|b]

[zoropunk]

[Darn. Off to find an easier target.]

[redpersianisred]

[But Gible is curious and you look like an orange. Alley-Oop! Now this is douche!Karma right here Mr. OrangeMan.]

[zoropunk]

[...what the fuck, man, I haven't even DONE anything yet!!

Shouting and kicking the little mouth away because FUCKING TEETH, DO NOT WANT YOU AROUND]

[douchevee]

[zoropunk]

[fffft]

All of it, babe! Nice town, nice view! Get me my posse and we've got ourselves a nice little chunk of territory, here!

[kahahaha!]

[douchevee]

[zoropunk]

[He snorts.]

Hey now, we've got standards. Survival in a pack, y'know? That's all. Just helps to be at the top of the pecking order.

...Can't say there's no rush to the power, though.

[sexylabcoat]

[I DON'T KNOW, COULD IT? This guy looks like he's off in his own little world, messing with various electronic devices that he pulls from his pockets. What a perfect target.]

[zoropunk]

[lol nerds. >:D Zed's gonna sneak up riiiight behind you and -]

So what's with the gadgets, huh?

[sexylabcoat]

[Nerds with overinflated egos. Admittedly, the voice from nowhere does make him jump, and he whirls, trying to catch his breath. Upon seeing the source, he frowns.]

Not that it's any of your business, but I'm working on a map of the island.

[zoropunk]

[Zed smirks. Let the trolling begiiiiin >8D]

"None of my business", huh? Well, aren't you something?

[cackle!]

[lugia_genocide]

[Oh hey, here's someone standing nearby, eyes closed and cape fluttering in the breeze. He looks like a prime target, since he's obviously not paying attention.

...Right?]

[zoropunk]

[Zed wanders over, hands in pocket, grinning as he walks up behind Lance. He snorts loudly to announce his presence.]

Nice cape, man.

[It's said in the most mocking way possible...

...he reeks of Dark-type.]

[lugia_genocide]

[Aw HELL naw. You did not just invade Lance's personal space.

...Are you getting taller? No... Levitating? No... Oh, looks like Dragonite is suddenly behind you now, Zed, and has lifted you into the air by the collar of your jacket now.

Lance whips around, likely hitting Zed in the face with said cape in the process--on purpose, of course.]

Nice jacket.

[zoropunk]

[Oh.

SHIT.

DRAGONS.

SHIT.

.....Zed has approximately this expression on his face right now. Missing his entourage...definitely not a good thing.]

[genetikitty]

[And here's another potential "victim", though he's already noticed Zed. Bio tilts his head to the side slightly at the newconmer's words.]

... "Ace"? What's that supposed to mean?

[zoropunk]

[...you smell like Psychic-types. Y'know, we had a Kadabra for dinner once, it was pretty tasty......83]

Means perfect, Blue Boy.

[genetikitty]

[You try that with us and you'll suddenly have a Steelis or Wailord in your throat. Not a pleasant sensation, y'know.
... Huh, you smell like Dark-types... and like Ninetails kinda, but different... maybe like some kind of knock-off Ninetails... '83.
Bio grins at that jab; while he isn't a troll often, he finds interacting with them rather amusing.]

They don't call this place "Awesome Island" for nothing... thopugh it's usually not because of its looks.

[zoropunk]

Kahaha! "Awesome" Island?

Sounds pretty...awesome.

[..../gives up trying not to laugh.]