Blooper Reel // 4th Wall // action for Ecruteak

[usedfakestache]

[Hawk hasn't been here long enough to get over the whole oh-yeah-this-is-just-one-grand-delusion shtick just yet so waking up in a completely different city than the one he fell asleep in? Not the biggest of deals.]

That's what I call efficient transportation. If it was this easy to go to Tokyo I don't think I'd ever leave.

[Heeee's just gonna

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[kingotheweevils]

[And Owen's been here just long enough to be extra pissed off. Oh look, someone he can sass get some answers out of. He goes jogging toward him.]

Oi, you!

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[usedfakestache]

[And he'll just stop mid-stride and turn his head towards this jogging stranger. ]

You rang?

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[kingotheweevils]

[Comes up to him and stops, where he proceeds to get right to the point.]

Yeah. Where the hell am I and how did I get here?

8D c'mon you know you love it

[usedfakestache]

Geographically..? [points at conveniently placed sign] Sign says Ecruteak, map says Johto. Sounds like greek if you ask me but that's one place I'm certain we're not at.

As for the how... beats me, I've been here two weeks and I still haven't figured it out. Could be a tornado, could be a great, big, wonderful delusion.

[In other news he's about as useful as Vermouth without Gin. Sorry Owen.]

[dontcallmegol]

{There seems to be an Infernape laying face down in the middle of the street. The fire on it's head is at a strangely low level and it seems to be passed out. There is an over-sized orange hat with strange goggles and red beads laying on it's back.

What do you do?}

[usedfakestache]

[See, if Hawk had been here a little longer he might know a thing or two about Pokémon. As it is now he hasn't had the time nor the interest to really investigate his environment and as such he's not entirely sure what to do with the passed out primate. There are a few ready options in his mind though:

> Pokédex the hell out of it.
> attempt to catch it
> poke it with your boot. ]

Hey, buddy. You alright?

[dontcallmegol]

{Ace is one lucky primate right now that you are not an experienced trainer. He snorts and grumbles incoherently in what COULD be his name or... actually english. A blue hand slaps at the nagging thing prodding his furry ribs, tail flicking in annoyance before laying still.

No dice. Try again? Or do you choose another option?}

[usedfakestache]

[ The fact still stands: there's a monkey on fire here and while he could scoop it up and take it to the Poké Center he'd rather not risk setting himself on fire doing so. It seems to be alive in any case so the possibility of a medical emergency is rather slim - he's no vet in any case.

In the end he chooses option D - pawn the thing off on someone else, in this case the very same person who took care of all his issues back at the 4077th (although he was slightly less amphibian back then) ]

Hey, Radar. Why don't you talk to it?

Psy!

C'mon, buddy! Don't be like that! You've always been good at this kind of thing, I need your expertize!

Psy! Psy!

[In the end the Psyduck only manages to throw a bit of a fit, clutching its head and waddling around in confusion until it plum trips over the Infernape. Luckily it avoids any particularly burny parts but that's bound to wake up the sleepiest of monkeys.]

[meatballcommand]

[Henry can be spotted slogging along the path ahead. He's absolutely soaked. A Poliwag bumps into the back of his leg, backs off - repeat.]

[usedfakestache]

[He spots him soon enough. There's something in the walk, the way he holds himself, the miserable air of someone who got the short end of a joke - it's so familiar and he knows who it is before he even gets a good look but it can't be him and so he second-guesses himself. Frozen practically mid-stride, the ever-present slouch straightened out like the crack of a whip.

Henry.

When the daze breaks it breaks hard and he falls into a run - a mad dash - to catch up with the other man. This isn't someone he ever expected seeing again, it's not possible but here he is and delusion or not Hawkeye is not letting this opportunity slip between his fingers. He calls out and it feels like the past is echoing over a compound - how many times has he done this before? ]

Henry!

[meatballcommand]

[Henry, frazzled, occupied with the blue body now trying to scramble up his pant leg, keeps his pace. The calling of his name prompts him only to turn his head. His reward for doing that, however, is a flush of bubbles between the eyes! His hat falls. The Pokémon snatches it up.

He grunts, exasperated; but amused.] Swell.

[A tad more alert, he now seeks out the voice with full attention. And sees a face he thought he'd said his last goodbye to only hours before: Hawkeye.]

[usedfakestache]

[He comes to a halt a few feet away from the other, panting softly from the run and grinning like a mad man at the sight of his former commander. The man he's already said goodbye to, permanently, but he can't bring himself to think about the implications (Ghost? Mirage? Figment of his own broken imagination?) when there's so many better things they could be doing. ]

Didn't expect to see you here, stranger. Did you come for the geishas or for the monsoon?

[There's a yellow and terribly confused duck coming at them, scrambling to catch up with its owner but Hawk doesn't seem to care much or be all that surprised by its presense. ]

[shenanigaans]

[So when Hawk GETS to the dance theater? This kid is looking mighty awkward at one of the tables, trying not to oogle the pretty dancers on stage.

He popped in for lunch okay, he didn't know it was so........ oriental.]

[usedfakestache]

[Oh hello kiddo. It's been a long while since he teased the younger crowd about women so he'll just. Slide up next to you with a lopsided grin and a sideways glance. ]

Fancy seeing you here.

[shenanigaans]

[Nearly spit-taking his soda with the straw making some bubbles, Lea nearly falls out of his seat.] Wh--huh what?! [Well, he DOES look to see who it is now and just smacks a hand to his chest.] Jeez, don't do that!

[usedfakestache]

[And he's just going to laugh - caught red-handed much, Lea?]

Hey, keep your pants on! [pause] Actually, you really should keep your pants on. They tend to frown on partial nudity in establishments like these.

[omnomcookies]

COOKIIESSSS!!!

[usedfakestache]

[FOR ALL THE LOBSTER IN MAINE WHAT IS THAT THING]

If you're trying to give me a heart attack I think you just succeeded.