~The Shenanigans~ (Kathy+Christine 1x1)

[thesaxybeast]

OOC: Alright! So basically... I'm finally getting my role-play! :3

What we were planning was some random role-playz with your chicken boy and my scary mouse girl.
Basically she's still all morph-ified and he's still like "legendaries?! ohtehnoez!!" And works stocking the toy section at Wal-Mart.
I was going to either make up later effects of the YnK on my little character or ask Phoenix. So far, they're made up.

You readyz? Tell me when.

[Christine!]

((I'm ready. Shall I post my intro now? ))

[thesaxybeast]

OOC: Do it, I'll type mine when you're done.

[Christine!]

((This is my intro. It's kinda short-ish but I'm looking forward to this RP.))

Being a stocker at Wal-Mart was the most honest job Joshua Johansen had ever done. It was good, solid work. Besides, he actually got paid through deposits instead of cold, hard cash, and he didn’t need to worry about his boss sticking a loaded gun in the middle of his forehead if he messed up. Even if he was fired, there were other places to find work. It was simply a wonderful feeling.

Standing in the toy aisle, stocking the latest plushes on the shelves was probably the most satisfactory thing Josh had done in quite a while. He’d been wrapped up in Team Rocket, and then the Yami no Kaze, and had failed miserably at both jobs, but this… This he could do. Surprisingly, the (pretty much) ex-con was much better at this kind of work than he’d ever been at his previous two “jobs”. The pay was better, benefits (aside from being alive) were better, and overall he’d been having the most wonderful year.

Besides, there were no legendaries or other individuals who’d want to eat him/otherwise cause him agony in Wal-Mart. It was a supermarket. The worst he had to deal with were those mothers with their screaming children trying to decide what cereal to buy.

The young man was around 28 now, but didn’t look much different. He still had the darker complexion that signaled his Central American roots, dark hair, and brown eyes. The only difference was that he was wearing the royal-blue vest of all Wal-Mart employees over a white work shirt and a pair of black slacks. (It was a nice change from the Rocket uniform he’d worn when the company had still been around.) He was taking the plushes from the cart one at a time and setting them into the rows which they belonged to. Josh grabbed a random one from the cart, and inhaled a little more sharply than normal at seeing which one it was: Mew. Silently, he cursed his paranoia. But still, why did they have to put the likeness of such a freaky little kitty on a toy? Didn’t kids these days know that those things could KILL? He shook his head at the thought, trying to forget the one that immediately followed it.

A quiet noise off to his right made the young man swivel in that direction, only to see nothing. Another shuffling, and this time on the shelf. His eyes snapped back to said shelf to find… A Mew plush that hadn’t been there before? He frowned, but let it slide. Probably just some kid. He stocked the next plush in front of it, mind wandering idly back to his past.

At least the Chaos was over… Or at least he hoped so.

[thesaxybeast]

A regular tempo of beats hit the clean tile floor as there was a swish of an automatic door. Personally, Kit hated this place, and she couldn't remember why she was here. Something was just... off. Her once bold red eyes had grown dull, along with her stained ears and tail. Scars had darkened, dress had brightened. Overall, a little mess. Our favorite little Raichu morph, infected with Chaos long ago, was in Wal-Mart, brandishing three proud pokeballs on her belt.

She was actually cleaned up pretty nice, in casual clothes. It was a real difference from before. A bland color scheme, no doubt, with white, black, and grey, but it worked for a professional writer. Her dirty blond hair was long again, pulled back into a messy ponytail, and you could spot a few scattered strands sticking to her white fitted top. A dark grey messenger bag was slung over her petite shoulder, gently resting just behind her hip. (Speaking of clothes description, I've run out of good ways to say this because I'm tired.) In, of course, sort of an order going down, we lead our eyes to a pair of, surprise, surprise... long, black, skinny jeans clinging to her legs. And to top it all off, a pair of polka-dotted flats with little black bows. Cute.

She turned her head to look around, messing with a few things in her disorganized little pouch. Maybe she'd see someone she knew. Maybe she was here for a story just about to happen.

"MOMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
CRASH!

OR maybe someone's in trouble.

It didn't take long for the woman to began sprinting to the source of the screaming child, but what was disturbing was the scene. A random little girl, flung against the toy racks and bleeding, was being threatened by a dangerous, floating Mew. Around the bubbly legendary, a dark aura erupted. And just when we though we'd taken care of this.

Immediately there was action taken. Kit flung out a ball onto the floor, a ghostly silhouette forming. See, that's funny, because it's a Gengar. The pokemon quickly faded into the shadows as commands were given. It was a challenge between pokemon. Gengar wasn't responding very quickly, it'd been a while since they'd delt with the chaos. Ray after pulse after attack, Kit had been knocked off her feet by attacks that branched off. Someone needed to help that girl.
It's not like she wasn't already busted up, she stumbled across the field, hit harder and harder. With a wince she bent down to scoop the child into her arms as she began tremble. Her breath was already a bit ragged being around the chaos. She needed help.

[Christine!]

It didn't take Josh long to go from lowly-Wal-Mart-employee to scared-pantsless-employee.

Right in the middle of putting up a Tsutaaja plush, one of the (seeming, apparently) Mew plushies came to life and dashed off the shelf. But it wasn't the cute adorable kitten the world had come to know. Two things ran through Josh's mind at that moment:
One, the little devil had just ruined about half an hour's worth of stocking, and he's been trying to get those darned plushes perfect.
Two, he was going to die.

He backed up straight into a display case with the latest games, but he didn't know what else to do. He was frozen solid. And this wasn't just a side-effect of his phobia. The Mew was staring down a small girl and looked about to rip her brains out (or something along those lines). Strangely, it reminded him of how...
...Of how Rogues acted.

Somehow, his hand unfroze itself and reached for his Houndoom's ball -- the only member of his original team that (A) hadn't turned Rogue during the Chaos and (B) he still carried around everywhere. It was just habit nowadays to carry around a Dark-type. Josh had had some very unfortunate encounters with Psychics in his past.

As a young woman rushed into the aisle with the screaming child, Gengar at hand, he released the hound, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. He was too busy staring at the Mew. Ladine stared expectantly at her trainer, and finally he stuttered, "Do something to make it stop!"

Just as the Mew started attacking the woman trying to protect the child in the toy aisle, his Houndoom took a decisive leap, jaws opened wide, at the Psychic feline. Even if she could just distract the Rogue, just long enough for the woman and child (oh, and Josh) to get away...

[thesaxybeast]

Quick action was needed, and quick. Finally Gengar zoomed infront of mew's face, eyes glowing menacingly. Ah yes. Mean Look. Quite typical, now. The Mew was writhing and raging, frustratedly crying out. The Gengar slowly began bending the Pokemon's will, looking to the dark pokemon to help escort him out. They had to get the Mew outside. They couldn't take it in here. It'd escape, but at least it would be away.

Kit was already attempting to dial her cell phone in her hand, hardly paying attention to the man until she hung up with the emergency line. She looked at him, half-astonished, half-expecting him to help... but now wasn't the time for expectations like that. She tried to breathe a rough "C'mon," moving the girl toward one of the other employees who had come running. He was a strong guy, and the mother was there too... everything should be alright.
"Come with me..."

[Christine!]

Ladine skidded across the tiled floor as her initial attempt failed. She snarled at her own irritating lack of ability, and glanced at the Gengar currently performing better than she was. The Houndoom gave a nod in understanding nonetheless. For a split second, she just stared in fascination at the squirming Mew, at the same time disgusted that such a cute little creature could be so corrupted. The concept, of course, was nothing new -- she'd lived through the Chaos era, as had Josh -- but it was repulsive.

Which brought up the other question: Why was there still a Rogue, well over a year or so after the Chaos?

She shook herself back into sense. Not their problem right now. They needed to get the Mew out of Wal-Mart before it decided the produce aisle was a good place to ravage... The only meat served there didn't come from humans.

"Try to hold it still," Ladine communicated to the Gengar. What concerned her, though, was the Ghost weakness to Psychics.. though vice versa was true. The Houndoom narrowed her eyes at the legend, pushing back her fear, and took another leap at it, jaws spread. Hopefully this one would hit. If it did, maybe it would be enough to knock the little demon out for enough time to get it out.


Josh, meanwhile, was just staring as the exchange happened between his considerably-braver Pokémon and the woman's Gengar. He edged along the toy shelf until he was within earshot of the woman. "We need to get everyone out!" he yelled, and found feeling in his legs once more. He started towards the direction of the door, motioning for her to follow.

[thesaxybeast]

The Mew cried out in pain and then suddenly fainted, still surrounded by psychic energy. All these poor pokemon who get hurt in the process of our plot getting started. It's a shame. Gengar was just floatin' through some shelves nonchalantly, carrying a little Mew with his awesome psychic-ness. "We just need to get to the door..."

"There are no others," Kit murmured weakly, ashamed at how her health had declined. She looked at the Josh, a slight smile on her face. He was as panicky as ever. "Everyone should be fine," She remembered the first few months after he'd disappeared, how weird it felt to realize she had a sense of humanity... and here they are, years later. Did he even recognize her? "Do you even remember me?" Her voice had changed, too. The threatening tone was gone, finally. It didn't sound like she was about to gut you.

OOC: I'm so braindead with rage. =(

[Christine!]

((Well, hopefully you feel a little brighter sometime soon-ish. (: Just take as long as you need to put out posts~))

"I'll clear a path," Ladine communicated back to the Gengar, and started to trot down the aisle, barking to move people out of the way. Several customers were murmuring and gasping as they saw the fainted, rabid Mew being carried off by the Dark and Ghost-types. The Houndoom growled at a few of them, and they backed off. "Nosy people..." she murmured to herself. Eventually, though, they reached the sliding doors, and the oblivious senior citizen greeter at them called, "Have a nice day! Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart!"

Josh paused, realizing that she spoke the truth. "...Oh." He finally noticed his canine and her Gengar strolling out with their Psychic victim. "I guess you're right, huh. Nothing to be scared of. Right? I mean, of course 'right', um.." The young man paused and closed his mouth. He hated that he rambled whenever he was nervous. Not that he was. Psh. Just a stupid psych(ot)ic kitten. Nothing like its.. "relative".

"Yeah, they should be, just so long as no other rabid Pokémon are hiding on the shelf." It was a joke, but he took a quick glance at the Pikachu plushes anyways and hid a shudder. Josh looked back to the woman, and at her question, blinked. "...Should I remember you?"

[thesaxybeast]

"We'll let it go back here," the ghost pokemon sped up, floating through obsticles. There was a small group of trees that would cover it for just long ago. "Try and keep up, bud."

Kit let herself smile, shaking her head. Just as cowardly as ever. She brushed her blond hair away from her eyes, which still were stained a dark red. "You can relax now," she laughed gently, tightening her ponytail as she talked.
"Yes, you should remember," she began to rustle through her bag, pulling out her old, battered trainer card. Stamped on the back, a little thing that said 'YnK'. Hoyeah, that's how things went down in MY future. Since she was all elite and stuff. "I'm Kit, I saved your life. So, when's your shift over?"