http://smashchu.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] smashchu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-03-20 12:54 pm

Two rodents and a Rosette [COMPLETED]

Characters: Pikachu, Rosette Christopher, and Remy
Content: A certain Electric-type mouse trophy finds himself in Paixao, and the first people he meets are a demon hunter and a rat chef.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and just inside it.
Time: Afternoon, two days after Chrno's disappearance.
Warnings: None at present.

This was all very, very strange. Really it was. One minute he was curled up next to something all nice and warm in the gunship, and the next... out by a beach, behind a line of humans.

The Pikachu rose to all fours, shook out his fur as if he were wet, then rose to his hindlegs' tippy-toes and had a look around. Very, very strange. Or, at least, it was very, very strange that he was here all of a sudden – the place itself wasn't all that weird compared to some places he'd been. He just didn't remember shifting to trophy form, which would have been the logical explanation for waking up suddenly far from what he last remembered, and besides that he didn't see anyone but the line of humans ahead; no one was close enough to have revived him.

The little Pokémon twitched his ears and cocked his head at the gate the humans were all lined up in front of. It certainly looked appealing enough, with statues of two great trees bearing what would have been delicious-looking fruit, had they been real. Maybe it was a good place to go. Perhaps one of the humans would tell him how he had got here, at least if he could talk to them; he had been promised a translator, but hadn't received it yet. Still, he had got by on pantomime before and could do so again. Dropping to all fours, the Pikachu ambled sleepily over to the humans.

"Hi hi!" he squeaked up at the human in the back of the line. "Where's this? What's the line for?"

The human ignored him, and the Pikachu sighed. Okay, maybe not. Still, maybe if he just waited, he would find out? Lines were nothing new to him - lines were something you stood in to get into the Grand Stadium, after all. So the Pikachu waited.

The line moved quickly enough, and soon the Pikachu found himself staring up at the human in front of the gate, head cocked. The human didn't seem to think it strange to be talking to a Pikachu when he said, "Welcome to Paixao! Name?"

Though he didn't particularly expect to be understood, the Pikachu answered honestly anyway. "I don't have one yet! I lost my Trainer an' I haven't found a Head Doe who'll take me in." He paused, cocking his head the other way. To his great surprise, the human nodded in understanding.

"That's fine," said the human, kneeling to hold a set of brochures and a case holding a small electronic device with a Pikachu-sized collar attached to it out to the little Pokémon. "These will give you information on the city, and this is your journal."

The Pikachu could only stare dumbly as the journal's collar was snapped into place around his neck and the brochures were placed into his small hands. As the human stood again, he found his voice: "Wait-wait! You can speak Pokémon?!"

He got no response, the guard already dealing with the next person in line. A tug at his pant-leg was further ignored, and so, ears drooping, the Pikachu walked through the gates.

His ears sprang up again in utter awe as he reached the city proper.

[identity profile] rodentchef.livejournal.com 2008-04-14 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, haven't seen either of them," Remy admitted. He hadn't been looking for the people that Pikachu and Rosette were describing, but he was pretty sure that he would have remembered them if he had seen them. They both sounded pretty distinctive. "It sounds like we're all in the same boat," he added. "I've been looking for my friends too. I've got a slightly awkward red-headed human friend named Linguini that I've been looking for. And also his girlfriend, Colette. She's got straight dark hair, talks in a heavy French accent, and is, uh... kind of intense. And, well... there's also my brother Emile, and my dad... Oh! And Anton Ego!"

The rodent realized he was giving them quite a list and grinned sheepishly. "I guess I'm looking for a lot of people, actually. I don't even really know if any of them even came here. I've been trying to keep an eye out, but no luck so far."