JANUARY - FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
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Comments

GARBAGE??????

[angelshot]

Good. 'Cause that's what we're getting.

[ AND THE SPICIER THE BETTER. Like Carolina Reaper levels of spicy. It just hurts so good and Panty can't get enough.

ANYWAY back to the mugging...

Jockstrap is in the process of dangling the Nerd trainer by the seat of the pants while Thong rifles through his pockets, tossing aside miscellany and keeping anything worth selling. It's not much (like ₽500 at the most) but while Nerd boy is getting shaken like a rag doll, Panty swoops in and scoops up the pokeball he was protecting, stuffs it on her belt, and saunters back up the trail towards Eridan.

Never mind the 'POFF' of dust and grass as Jockstrap unceremoniously drops their victim on his face to stroll off after the Rocket grunts, Thong slithering along in Panty's wake with her claws full of various shiny things and supplies. ]

"Prince", huh. 'Cause you're a royal pain in the ass, or 'cause you got booted out of the ivory tower?

[ Nothing personal. Insulting people is how she makes friends. 8') ]

I figured you needed the company!

[unconchonable]

[Eridan's far more accustom to food with flavor beyond red-hot regret and molten mistake, thank you very much. But, if he's gonna be challenged to eat that spicy shit, there's no way he's gonna back down. Not when his pride's on the line.

Beyond the aforementioned glance as the guy gets dumped, Eridan doesn't spare him anymore attention. Introductions to a tough team member who he's totally scavenging a meal from is hella more important!

—particularly when she's gonna go and insult him like that. It's not something he isn't used to, her rough demeanor is somewhat reminiscent of a certain cerulean pirate.]

Psh! I suppose simpletons and those below me—which bein' practically eweryone— may think a' me as a pain in their nook, but more so the latter of sorts. I'm a royal blood, a pedigree far exceedin' that of the common rabble.

[As he speaks, he waves his hand—which is covered in gold rings with purple jewels embedded in them. As if they themselves give some weight to his claim.]

Truly this grunt work is far below my station.

[yet he seems to do it with some enjoyment! He doesn't like the idea of being an underling, but the unlawfulness? On Alternia, it certainly wasn't seen as that, he's just doing what's in his right to do: defeat the unworthy, display his dominance, and steal their shit.]

Wowowowow unfriends immediately

[angelshot]

[ Accepting the wad of cash Thong offers her in exchange for scratches under the Salazzle's chin, Panty stuffs the loose change in her uniform pockets and starts leafing through the rest of her ill-gotten gains with a frankly appalling lack of remorse. So... business as usual, basically.

It's not like she's stealing some mega strong pokemon anyway. Just the least-shittiest one her victim had at the time. No big deal. ]

Blah blah blah holier than thou, I get it. Stuff a cork in it already. [ MEGA BORED TONE c'mon guy don't pretend to be the top of the pecking order when you're doing "grunt work" just like she is - Panty can confidently claim to come from CELESTIAL BADASSERY and you don't see her kicking up a fuss about it. (Yet. She isn't kicking up a fuss yet.) Everyone and their dog claims to be related to royalty nowadays anyway. ] Besides, if you're looking for more chumps to beat the royal treasury out of, you're shit outta luck, sugartits. Nothing left worth bothering with.

[ A.k.a Panty's gone and kicked the shit out of most of the trainers along this route, sans the really young kids with neither the money nor the pokemon worth her time. Priorities. ]

Then you'd have NO friends. Guess you do need that company after all...

[unconchonable]

[Eridan rolls his eyes at her dismissal. It's so easy to cast off the woes of the mighty, when they're so difficult to comprehend. He can't truly fault the biologically inferior, after all.]

Eh, I ain't too worried about that shit. Ain't like I'm hurtin' for beetles. [what] Besides, I got no interest in someone's sloppy seconds.

[That's not quite...]

You gonna giwe me your name, or you gonna play the mysterious card, 'cos I'll hawe you know, that shit ain't cute. Newer been, newer will be.

[angelshot]

Beetles? The fuck...

[ No wonder you ain't getting jack diddly squat, my dude. Not if you're limiting yourself to just Bug pokemon (and they're shitty anyway). ]

You're pretty damn pushy for some shitpickle with an attitude. Try running your mouth about sloppy seconds AFTER you actually get some action and it might be believable.

[ And she knows aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about getting action. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Girl's like an olympic gold medalist at tapping ass.
Anyway. What were they talking about again? ]

It's Panty. The fuck haven't you heard of me yet?

[unconchonable]

—Or whatewer it is you hairless banana-creatures call your monetary notes.

[Another eye roll.]

Excuse the fuck outta you, I get plenty of action, eff-why-aye.

[Not what she meant, Eridan. Not the right kind of action.]

Panty? No, I hawen't heard of you before, an' why the fuck should I? You look about as run a' the bloody mill as the rest of our useless teammates that ain't worth half their weight in salt.

[beat]

Well, I suppose that's jumpin' the fuckin' gun a bit too quick on judgment, 'cos at least you seem to hawe the damn globes to kick the shit outta these pisspoor ignoramuses that call themselwes trainers. Credit where it's due, or somesuch.