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Post by denden on May 19, 2010 22:55:39 GMT 2
After refreshing himself and making necessary breaks, Den was finally ready to leave the city. He'd been on a high all day, the duo had been winning a lot recently and his Cyndaquil was getting stronger and stronger. They strode down the road, both holding their heads high, Denmark still a bit gigglish from his last beer. Just as they advanced towards the final path out of the city, the dane was caught off guard when he heard that familiar tune that made him almost jump out of his skin.
"Cant get enough of it… BEER! How we really love it… BEER! Makes me think i'm a man!"*
After catching everyone else in the street by surprise and with them all glaring at him, he scratched his head and blushed in embarrassment. Remembering that his pokégear was going off, he quickly fumbled through his pockets and finally found the cursed thing. After picking up and stopping that dreadfully cheesy ring tone he'd put on it as a joke, he called out.
"Hej? Who is this? You ruined our big, hic, moment! Oh? I'm shouting? S-sorry. I didn't realize! But you still shouldn't have called me at this time!" He was, as he'd been told, yelling directly into his pokégear, apparently almost deafening the person on the receiving end and annoying the residents in the street even more. But he didn't care, not one bit. That grin of his hardly ever faded.
Unless something bad happened. Such as this. The person that had called him had introduced them self. And Denmark knew all perfectly well what conversation was about to take place. He could almost mimic exactly word for word everything spoken by the caller before he'd even said it. This wasn't the first time. This wasn't the tenth time. It was Joey.
"L-look buddy, I have to go. Busy man, me, lots of places to go, pokemon to catch, beer to drink, ladies to tease- I mean, gym's to beat. Y'know how it is, ja? Well- No I don't want to hear about...oh man." He ended the call quicker than he could down a pint of beer and mind you, that's incredibly fast. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. That was a close one, he thought to himself. That kid needs to see a doctor about his... Rattata issues. And fast. He's almost as bad as me with my be- whoops! Look at the time.
He quickly stopped daydreaming, the mental images of rattata's talking non-stop about themselves and how they'd taken down a big scary sentret was more than he'd like to have envisioned. Glancing down at his watch with his Cyndaquil nudging at his feet, he took, once more a look down the path they'd earlier been travelling down. Hopefully this time, there'd be no distractions.
There Rom, I posted. Finally. :'D
*Beer song is from South Park btw.
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Post by Hong Kong on May 20, 2010 15:52:32 GMT 2
Hong Kong was well, strolling down the street about to exit the city when he suddenly heard a very strange ringtone come from somewhere. It was pretty loud so his torchic and him jumped a little when it sounded. Then came along a very loud conversation in a very familiar accent and voice. Picking Flameo up and looking around, he saw a very familiar blonde walking down the road to his direction.
From the look of it, he was probably slightly drunk from what he had heard and oh! He had a Pokemon too. Maybe he was leaving the town as well...
He stood there, deciding to wait for the other to approach before asking him if he was leaving the town. He knew he was fine going alone, but maybe some company would be nice.
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Post by denden on May 20, 2010 23:21:03 GMT 2
Scratching at his head once more, he glanced around into the street one last time to make sure they weren't still looking at him. But his eyes fell upon one person, dressed much differently to the other folks in the street, he knew straight away that this one wasn't from this town. The Danes eyes also fell upon the rather tough looking Torchic in the boys arms. Striding over to him and pretty much looming over him like a tower, he placed one hand on Hong Kong's shoulder and the other on his own head, scratching at it once more.
"Hey, hey, hey. I know you, don't I? I'm sure I do I've seen those eyebr- I mean, those clothes before. Not saying you wear them all the time, ja? Just..just.. bwahaha, you know what I mean!" Laughing to himself like always, he gave Hong Kong a friendly, manly punch in the arm as a sign of respect, or to him it was anyway.
"So what brings ya' here then? Got 'ny cool pokemon, 'ey?" He hiccuped once more. "I ain't gonna fight ya' because that bird of yours looks pretty serious. I don't think I'm taking this quite so, ja? Wahaha."
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Post by Hong Kong on May 21, 2010 3:11:51 GMT 2
Hong Kong blinked as Denmark spoke to him, and Flameo merely stared at the loud man, as well as the Cyndaquil on the floor.
"Yes, you do know me," He said, nodding and flinching a little as he was punched in the arm. That man hit hard, even if it was supposed to be friendly or something, he wasn't totally used to the Western culture. Listening to the other man ramble on, he just kept quiet and thought about how drunk the other was. How on earth the other got around being so drunk was unknown to him.
"I was planning to leave the town," He said, wondering if it was a good idea to travel with the other now like this. "So I thought we could maybe travel together."
He might regret this, but he hadn't been in the company of another nation in a while...
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Post by denden on May 21, 2010 18:39:35 GMT 2
"Travel? Oh we were just 'bout to do that too, ha-ha, what a co-incidence! Here's me and you meeting up again after... I can't even remember the last time we spoke, and we're both doin' the same thing. Well, sure!" He hiccuped yet again, this time placing his hand over his mouth as he did so, blushing. Patting his new comrade on the head, he proceeded on with his ramblings.
"So, I'm all fired up, n' ready to go, so my good friend, where where ya headed, 'cos anywhere with beer and pretty ladies sounds like the perfect place to me!" He adjusted his tie and looked around a bit dazed; he'd quite forgotten what his plans where before he'd found this familiar face. He took out the tiny map from his bag and held it upside down in front of Hong Kong, his hands shaking around making the map even harder to read.
"Ya got any place in mind?" He grinned.
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Post by Hong Kong on May 21, 2010 20:27:29 GMT 2
The Asian nodded silently as the European continued. Well, they'd never really officially met before, that was for sure. And he'd flinched slightly as he was patted, not used to it.
"I was planning to go to Motorbike Village..." He said, staring at the other, who was holding his town map upside down. "I'm not sure if they have beer or pretty ladies there though."
He fished out his Pokegear from his pocket and moved to the town map application. This thing was useful, he concluded as he looked at their location and where the location of Motorbike village was.
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Post by denden on May 29, 2010 16:51:22 GMT 2
"They might not have beer? Then I don't know about that then, haha. But I guess if you're going there anyway, I might as well tag along and keep ya company. Don't want you getting lost now, haha!" As he was spitting out his words, he dropped his town map on the floor, not even bothering to lean over and pick it up. Instead, he just brought his foot down hard on top of it, creasing it and making it so dirty it became unreadable.
Without bothering to check, he grabbed Hong Kong's arm and dragged him off towards one of the town's gates. Except, this was the wrong gate and would not take them any where near to the Motorbike village. While he was stomping over to the gate, he pushed other people out of the way, forcing an old lady to turn around and hit him over and over with her handbag, swearing and shouting at him as she went. After he'd recovered from the "attack", he stopped walking and let go of his companions arm at last, holding back some tears. Dang, that hurt!
As he spoke, he tried to forget about the lady that had hit him; "S-so how far is this village? It's not too far, right? I mean, not that I'm not manly enough to travel a long distance, it's just that well, I don't think my uh... fire...mouse...creature can walk that far, th's all."
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Post by Hong Kong on May 29, 2010 18:41:28 GMT 2
"Uh... okay..." The Asian had started to say when he was grabbed by the arm and stared at his Pokegear's map as they moved away from the exit he was near to. It was saying that Denmark was indeed going the wrong way, it was towards the port. However, he couldn't say a thing because he had to run to catch up with the taller man. And when the old lady started to beat the other up he couldn't say a thing then too.
"W-well..." Hong Kong looked at the other, unsure of what to say. He didn't feel like telling the other they were going the wrong way... maybe they could cut through or something. "Let's go here then... I don't think it's that far."
Which was probably a lie, he didn't really know how to get there without following a proper route.
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Post by denden on Jun 6, 2010 21:55:01 GMT 2
"Thats good!" He smirked. Looking at his watch he checked the time;
"W-well if it's 20 minutes to 5, we better get a -hic- move on!" Pushing the asian forward, he tried to get Hong Kong to lead the way.
"I'm countin' on ya to know the way! If we get lost, I won't be a happy bunny!" He made rabbit ear gestures over his head with his hands before laughing at himself once more. No one around him seemed to be amused though, they'd all gotten bored of his antics and moved on. That fact saddened him, so he decided to try his best to be sensible, which was no easy thing when you've had more to drink than you should have. After a short silence he decided to pipe up once more.
"Well, you know the way better than me, so I'll just tag along behind, 'kay? I'll be so quiet you won't even notice I'm here, eh?"
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Post by Hong Kong on Jun 14, 2010 6:45:37 GMT 2
Hong Kong merely moved on, ignoring the other and looking at his Pokegear as he moved on. The map was pretty comprehensive, so he wasn't afraid of getting lost right now. The only thing that bothered him was the Dane.
Grateful for the short silence, he continued to make his way toward Motorbike Village. He rolled his eyes hearing Denmark saying that he would be quiet. He followed the route displayed on his Pokegear, and sincerely hoped that the other would stick to being quiet. He also started to wonder if they'd meet any wild pokemon here. It might be good training for his Torchic, who was happily walking next to him and chirping.
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Post by denden on Jun 23, 2010 0:48:20 GMT 2
After the long silence, Denmark couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"S-so, are we nearly there yet? Are we?" This was a question he'd been asking every five minutes, not bothering to think if it was annoying his companion. Constantly reminding his friend that he was hungry and thirsty, they hadn't stopped for a rest in almost an hour.
"So are we..." He stopped speaking as his stomach growled; "Oww, damn it, I'm hungry! Hong Kong, aren't you hungry? I'm seriously hungry." Not knowing if he was being ignored or not, he saw a perfectly shaped rock and decided to park his behind upon it, not moving an inch until the other had noticed that he was protesting from walking any further.
"Got any food? I can't walk any further! My feet hurt! Let's take a break, ya?" Scratching his head, he thought that complaining might get him some sympathy from the other, since he'd gotten to the stage in his drunk-ness where he started to feel sorry for himself. The huge hole in the bottom of his running shoes weren't really helping either, since he'd never thought of replacing them.
I'm really sorry, this is so late HK. ;; Feel free to take out your anger on Den. :'D
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Post by Hong Kong on Jun 23, 2010 17:45:22 GMT 2
Hong Kong's eye twitched constantly as he walked with the European. Why did he have to be so noisy. He was on the verge of snapping, with those constant questions about whether they had reached the place or not. He would sometimes mumble a 'no', and kept quiet, hoping that the other would understand. Who obviously didn't, and continued on talking.
He looked at his Pokegear. Almost there. At least, they were halfway there now. Flameo was pretty exhausted from all that walking; Hong Kong was now carrying the little bird in his arms. Turning around to glare at the other complaining, he realised that Denmark was now sitting on a rock. Sighing and turning around to walk back to the other, he was on the very edge of snapping at the other. Which to be honest, something he hardly did until someone really annoyed the hell out of him.
But he didn't shout or do anything. He just narrowed his eyes, looking at the other. Why oh why did he agree again. Looking into his sling bag, he found some food he'd bought from the Pokemart before he came here. He took one of the sandwiches he'd bought and tossed it at Denmark.
"There, are you happy?" He glared and sat down on another rock, also rather hungry now. He took out another sandwich and broke off a bit, giving it to Flameo who happily ate it.
it's okay Den, HK muse isn't that angry yet xD
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Post by denden on Jun 26, 2010 2:13:42 GMT 2
After barely just catching his treat, he stared intently at the sandwich for a few minutes. The sandwich filling defiantly wasn't Denmark's favorite. But after seeing the look in Hong Kong's eyes, he decided, for now, to keep that big mouth of his shut. He nodded in response to his question, and began to chomp away at his sandwich. He decided it didn't really taste all that bad; After wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he glanced around, not really finding anything interesting at all. Except for the deer antlers sticking out from the bush opposite where the Dane was sat. Wait...
"Holy cra-" Placing his hand swiftly over his mouth to prevent him saying any more, he used his free hand to point towards the creature, hoping he hadn't disturbed it. After poking Hong Kong in the arm several times to get his attention, he pointed again at the deer.
"What d'ya think that is? Could be some, troll monster with horns or something, I dunno. We should go kill it! Maybe it tastes nice, haha." He grinned, getting ready to stand up.
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Post by Hong Kong on Jun 26, 2010 4:44:55 GMT 2
Hong Kong was still looking around when he felt several jabs on his arm. With a sigh, he wondered what it was this time. If it was something stupid he was on the verge of hitting the other one with whatever Chinese martial art move that came to his mind first. Which might be a fatal one.
He turned around slowly and listened to Denmark. Oh? There really was a deer thing. He watched as the horns slowly moved around, the Pokemon (or it might be a normal deer, but he highly doubted it, everything was a Pokemon now) must be grazing or something along this route. Flameo chirped quietly, knowing what they were looking at and Hong Kong wondered if Flameo was even up to the task of defeating something that big.
"Uh, Denmark, I think it's a Pokemon..." He muttered. "I don't think you can eat it..."
At least, that's what he thought. He'd never seen anyone in the towns sell Pokemon meat. Or even if it was meat, they didn't mention what sort of meat. Lots of questions raced through his mind now regarding meat and things. And how the food chain worked out in this world.
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Post by denden on Jun 27, 2010 23:04:35 GMT 2
"It's a p-pokemon? Well, let's catch the damned thing! So, heres the plan." He began to whisper. "I'll go hold it down, you hit it a few times on the head and then it'll be easy to catch! Sounds good huh? My plans are always the best, you're just lucky that I'm here to help ya out!"
He chuckled to himself, rolling his sleeves up and getting ready to advance towards the deer. His poor Cyndaquil face palming as it watched the dane ready himself. It didn't show any signs of helping, it was quite the lazy pokemon.
Whilst screaming out some random danish swear words, he sprinted towards the bush, jumped and went flying over it, just catching the deer by its back; the deer was defiantly not amused by this. After kicking the poor dane a few times, it jumped out into the open in front of Hong Kong, looking confused, it wasn't really sure where to run.
"O-owww... Damn thing took advantage of me!" The dane could barely stand up properly, but when he'd finally managed to regain his strength, he stood behind the Stantler, making sure it couldn't escape the pair.
"Hey, Hong Kong, what does your talking box thing say, you know, the one that tells you what these monsters are called?" Denmark scratched his head and took out a device from his pocket. "I have one, but I dunno how to work it, ha!" He threw his own pokédex on the ground, rendering it useless since he was drunk whilst the poor old man that had gifted him with the device was attempting to explain how to use it.
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