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Double Dragon
Dramatis Personae Dragonlord, Dusk, Ion, Spence, Steve, Tian-shin
In Absentia	2016-08-10 "{Man and I was just thinking what every beach trip needs is some /sea-monsters/.}"
Location <NYC> Coney Island - Brooklyn
Coney Island is a getaway without having to get away very /far/. Miles of bright sandy beaches provide lots of seaside fun in summertime, but the amusement parks are the peninsula's most famous draw. With plentiful rides and games and rollercoasters, food and snacks, shows and even the occasional circus, Coney Island has been a destination for millions throughout the years. Summertime means the boardwalk is packed -- bright, noisy, full of the music from the nearby carnival rides, the incessant roar-splash of ocean, the equally incessnt roar of thousands of voices out enjoying the sunshine. "-- /And/ the different types of Pokemon are more common in different places so water types are more common here now -- I hope anyway. And ghost types come out more at night and electric types -- oh! I want fries." Spencer's explanation (which /has/ been accompanied by a whole lot of demonstration, showing Steve how to navigate his inventory and Pokedex, how to throw a ball) -- is curtailed at the moment by their path wandering close to a small boardwalk stand of french fries. "Oh /shit/ son there electric types? I'mm'a get all of those." Ion is just returning towards Spence, hands very full of a number of popsicles. Strapped on his back in a thick leather sling, Egg is trying to reach on spindly hand over Ion's shoulder towards one of the icy treats. "{Damn I already forgot who got what.}" Nevermind he's just distributing popsicles at /random/. "How you gonna catch monsters /and/ eat a fries /and/ eat a popsicles you grow some extra hand, Fidget?" "I don't need hands for my phone!" Spencer protests, but then wrinkles his nose up and reconsiders, "... I'll eat my popsicle quick." He's trading the red one Ion just handed him for the green one Steve was offered. Steve has been bent over the phone screen, his brows knitted in concentration, though he nods periodically. "How many different types /are/ there?" He's wearing a red heather t-shirt with a bright yellow star on the chest, well-fitted blue jeans, and scuffed combat boots. The shield slung across his back has a red-and-white Pokeball in the central circle usually occupied by the silver five-pointed star. "I wouldn't underestimate him." He accepts the popsicle assigned to him (then re-assigned by Spence) with a quick smile and "Gracias." "One hundred fifty one -- in this game anyway." Dusk answers this without looking up from his phone -- which isn't, actually, currently turned to Pokemon, though it reverts there shortly after he finishes sending an email. He slips the phone back into a side pocket of his messenger bag, glimmering black-and-blue-and-silver dragonfly-patterned wings draped casually behind him. He is, at the moment, shirtless, a lightweight scrap of halter-neck blue shirt tucked into a back pocket of his black swim shorts. "Though you can't actually find all of them right now. {Oh shit excellent.}" He takes the red one Steve just got handed, swapping it for /his/ pink. "Just what I needed. {Monsterling, you hot? You need some of this shit, too?}" He's unwrapping the plastic from his twice-stolen popsicle, waggling it up toward Egg. Tian-shin tucks her own phone away into a black satchel printed with a wide-eyed Charmander and claims her bright blue popsicle from Ion. "/{Thank you,/} I might survive, after all." She tears the wrapper off and attacks the frozen treat much too fast, wincing from brain freeze a moment later. She's dressed very lightly, a red spaghetti strap tank bedecked with black and gold phoenixes, an asymmetrical black wrap skirt, and gold sandals. "You don't have to memorize all the types just to enjoy the game, though. There's a level of enjoyment to just wandering around and lobbing virtual balls at fantasy creatures." "Biteling need /all/ the icepops. You watch out though motherfucker'll steal your whole damn one you ain't careful." Indeed, Egg is already stretching thin claws out towards the popsicle Dusk offers, drawing it closer to attack it with sharp chomps. Their head shakes rapidly after each bite, small huffing breaths accompanying the touch of ice against their needly teeth. "So niblet you tell me more about these electric one, yeah? I want those. How I catch those?" "... Well you need a phone," Spencer says, nose wrinkling up. "Um maybe B could make you a phone? But meanwhile if there's any electric I find I'll let you catch them, how's that?" His popsicle is already dripping green juice down his fingers; he licks it off the back off his knuckles as he opens up his phone's holographic display in front of him with his other. "Oh like there's a Voltorb somewhere nearby! Maybe if we keep going we'll find it --" He's already taking off at a quick jog down the boardwalk. Ion squints after him, messily unwrapping the dark purplish-red popsicle still in his hands. "... you got one of those?" he asks Tian-shin. "You know the electric kind, that's the best." He baps Tian-shin lightly on the shoulder (with a quick-sharp bzz-jolt) and takes off running after Spence. Claws still sunk into Dusk's popsicle, Egg takes a chunk off the top with them. Steve accepts the pink popsicle without complaint, even offers it to Tian-shin in case she might want to jump on the swap-wagon. Being seeing that she seems satisfied with her bright blue one, he sticks his phone in his pocket and starts in on his popsicle. "I like the pony...pony...uh, the flaming horse. I guess that's a fire type?" But seeing as his tutor is taking off, he follows suit, keeping pace easily. Over his shoulder, to Dusk or Tian-shin or both, "I gather there've been other games about these entities. Is it nostalgic for you?" "{Oh man you have no idea how much of my time and my lawnmowing money I wasted on Pokemon growing up. -- /Did/ you play?}" To Tian-shin, with a hopeful lift of brows. "{I kind of started assuming /everyone/ played for a while but now everyone legit /does/ play and my old notions of 'everyone' have been busted.}" Dusk's smile is quick and fanged and seems very little diminished by Egg's flagrant popsicle mutilation. "Ponyta. They're fire. They evolve into a Rapidash which is like a fire /unicorn/. They're pretty good if they have the right moves on them." Dusk's wings unfurl just slightly as he falls into an easy lope, hastening to catch up to the others. "I've got two or three Voltorbs at the moment, /and/" Tian-shin confides, beaming as she fishes her phone back out, "I have its bigger, badder sibling, too." She pulls up the profile of a crookedly grinning white-and-red sphere as she trails afte the others. "But there's all kinds of other electric type Pokemons. And this one...isn't electric, but it /does/ remind me of Gremlin." When she tilts the screen toward Ion again, it shows a flailing blue-and-purple bat creature with a gaping, sharp-toothed mouth. "{But yeah, I played some, after I inherited Tag's GameBoy Color. Never got as much into the cards, though my little brother had some.}" "Shiiit Frittata that's gonna be you one day! Once your wings get big and all! Look at that bitey flail-monster!" Ion's voice is purely delighted as he tilts to let Egg see Tian-shin's phone. Egg, meanwhile, is dripping purplish-red ice-liquid down the back of Ion's neck as they chomp their way through their chunk of popsicle. Spencer, meanwhile, is causing a bit of clamour as he bolts down the path -- children and adults alike exclaiming in surprise and delight at the vividly lifelike Pokemon that his holo-projector calls to life in his wake. A small purplish rat, a yellow bird preening itself on the sand, a little fluff-necked long-eared creature staring wide-eyed up at the crowds. He stops, satisfied, when a floating red-and-white ball manifests just over the path. "There! Ion you can catch --" Though the rest of his statement is drowned out in a suddden shriek -- just behind him on the sand an enormous towering water-dragon rearing twenty or more feet into the air. Mouth open, teeth bared as it leans forward to strike. "/Damn/." Ion, wide-eyed, has backed up a step. "I thought they was like. Small and cute." "OHWOW!" Spence's squeal is very high pitched -- and half-drowned out by a combination of excited yelling from around him and horrified screaming as many others hasten to evacuate the beach. "It's so difficult for me to imagine /your/ childhood games. This kind of technology --" Steve waves at Tian-shin's phone. "-- didn't exist ten years ago. But you had electronic games all the same! I'd love to see some of that --" When the huge blue dragon manifests, he drops the remaining half of his popsicle to the boardwalk in order to pull the shield from his back. "Spencer!" His booming voice cuts through the sounds of excitement and terror rising around them. "Stay back!" But /he/ is doing no such thing, pushing his way through the suddenly chaotic crowd to stand between the boy and the monster. Though his stance eases a little when he looks up at the creature, which looks somewhat translucent from his new angle. "Oh, wait, is this...one of your Pokemons?" "Hooooooooooooooooooooooo --" This just comes out as a sharp gasp of inhale, at first; Dusk's wings flare outward, head tipping back and the enormous dragon reflected in the lenses of his sunglasses. "-- ly shit no fucking /kidding/ a Gyarados? Damn Spence I need to roll with you more often not going to miss anything like..." Though as he is slurping at his popsicle, flicking open his own holo-display (more prosaically flat and screenlike, at the moment, than Spencer's), he pauses. Looks around with a wince, wings curling out in slightly protective mantling around Spence and Egg-on-Ion's-back. "... /um/." There's a rippling tension cording through his muscles as the crowd around them shifts, tons of people snapping pictures of the dragon, pulling out their own phones to capture it -- a whole lot more fleeing, panicked, pulling out their phones to make entirely different kinds of calls. "-- the hell is that," "OhmyGOD it's really a Gyarados --" "-- psh I have three already --" "-- No I mean, /really/ --" "HOLY CRAP." "-- some kind of monster down here on the beach I think it's attacking --" "-- Probably a mutant tell them to hurry --" "-- No it's a /Pokemon/, stupid." "-- Aren't those fuzzy?" "Don't take a /picture/ open the game it'll /go/ soon!" Tian-shin only looks up from her screen when the commotion breaks out, but when she does her eyes go quite wide. A fleeing pedestrian clips her shoulder as he passes, and she has a bit of work to re-join her party. "I hadn't really thought through the full implications of those projections being life-sized..." Once the Gyarados appears on /her/ screen she promptly sets about capturing it. "It's alright, Steve, it can't hurt us. But..." She's also looking around. "...We might want to get ready to GTFO." Spencer's brows knit as he looks at the monster, a yellow and black ball held in one hand, "But I don't /have/ it yet --" Though there's a whole lot of people pressing in around them, now, a lot more lingering on the edges to snap pictures and wave over a pair of policemen. "Steve you shouldd feed it a raspberry..." His advice sounds a little more uneasy; he's huddling close to the safety of Dusk's wing as he tosses his ball up towards the dragon, which snaps and bats it away. "-- /Provoking/ it," someone nearby is agitatedly explaining. "Look that boy is throwing things." "Bet those freaks /called/ it here." "It's a fucking /Pokemon/, stupid." "They can make Pokemon? I didn't know mutants could do that." Ion, meanwhile, is just snorting. He darts closer to the Gyarados, bouncing up on his toes as he points up towards it. "You seeing this shit? Fuck man you gotta take a picture. Me with /both/ my dragons now. Dragonlord {don't get intimidated, yeah, we know you're the /real/ killer here.}" He's explaining this to Egg reassuringly as he points out the much larger dragon. "It doesn't look like it wants raspberries." Steve sounds remarkably conversational, considering how much he must raise his voice to even be heard over the crowd. "Spence, if you can set your phone to non-holographic mode? Do it now." He hasn't lowered the shield, and he lifts his voice even further. "Everyone remain calm! This is only a hologram, it will not hurt you!" "Of course it wants raspberries all the Pokemon want the raspberries." Dusk has snagged his own monster (with a raspberry and a quick curveball -- or seven -- ) and now sets to snapping a picture of Ion with it. His wing stays, though, held in a protective wall around Spence. "It's just a Pokemon, y'all, no need for --" His teeth slightly clench as he looks out over the crowded beach towards the oncoming cops. "Spence, I think we may need to hurry, uh -- else. Where." Tian-shin is only a throw behind Dusk on her capture, though she's edged closer to the others in the mean time. "Once it's on your capture screen, it'll stay there even if you move," she reassures Spencer, "which you should. How about we meet you back by that fry stand we were heading to, yeah?" Her eyes skid aside, following Dusk's gaze. "{Man and I was just thinking what every beach trip needs is some /sea-monsters/.}" Ion has reached up a popsicle-sticky hand to pat at the side of the dragon, even if his touch goes through its scales. Spencer's brows furrow, but he pulls his phone from his pocket, tapping at his watch a few times. It takes a moment, but the enormous dragon blinks out of view -- leaving a chorus of disappointment and further startlement in its wake. "You'll get me fries?" Bright and hopeful. Though now /he's/ vanished, too. "I sure will," Steve replies before realizing (with visible relief) that the boy has gone. "I can probably eat a whole bucket of those fries, myself," doesn't quite sound like an afterthought. He still hasn't put up his shield, though he's straightened up. Some of the gawkers have begun to drift away, while others are pressing up into the space they vacate, looking for the source of the erstwhile projected Gyarados. While the actual terror and panick has receded, the cops are still gathering to investigate. "Come on," he nods at the fry stand and waves the others on. "Lunch is on me."