Post by muscovitemankey on Jun 10, 2015 16:32:48 GMT -6
Breeze Though
17:17 <RefMankey>: ( how not to ref: forget there are arrows at top of chat )
17:18 <Sn0wman>: (( how not to rp: don't remember that sounds = updates ))
17:25 <RefMankey>: Mode Street; might as well call it a road with how much traffic /usually/ floods this street. Casteliacones aside, this piece of land usually flutered with shutter-stocks and camera-flashes. Only a Wingull and a few pedestrians took it now; perhaps the business would arrive later.
17:29 <RefMankey>: It, at least, opened Mode Street to the eyes. Buildings here made wallets cry, either standing tall or glowing brightly. Street-lamps, even if a necessary utility, were useless where the ultra-modern Mode Street blared away. Black and blue were the buildings' primary colors. Exceptions were few - Studio Castelia stood out as a rainbow of promise, and a few
17:30 <RefMankey>: market-stalls hung their flags, preparing for a good morning's show. While the traffic was low, opportunities shone for the DATA Project's lovechild.
17:31 <Sn0wman>: (( omg lovechild ))
17:34 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 stood on the sidewalk opposite of Casteliacone, smoothing out his tailored suit jacket. He looked around with wide eyes, awed by so much commotion. It was unlike anything he'd been around during D.A.T.A.'s review, where only a few officials stood about during inspections. What was the poor android to do now?
17:40 <RefMankey>: He may have done himself. If it looked at the local newspaper, header featuring a man "packing too much for his own good", Number 89018 would avoid /that/ in public.
17:44 <RefMankey>: A few more civilians roamed the street. Beyond business-men and -women with more than they can handle, bicyclers that took the right of the road, and vendors, the occasional /fighter/ made themselves visible.
17:46 <RefMankey>: *KCHAW!* One blue-haired, fair-skinned man took the opportunity to ride a Skarmory across the road. Those birds were already strong - carrying humans was another story, especially with its talons cracking pavement. Beyond stares, this man needed a miracle just to keep his /head/.
17:50 <Sn0wman>: The android squinted towards this blue-haired human on the Skarmory. Just what was going on there? This went against what he's been programmed to know, and he was quite confused about it. He wondered if that happened more often than he thought, or if the human had some sort of disorder and needed to be repaired...
17:52 <Sn0wman>: Hell, he hadn't even taken one step yet and he's *already* seeing diseased human-beings. On the topic of stopping him, Number 89018 didn't think it was actually important enough to help the person. His first impression of non-androids wasn't going very well.
17:57 <RefMankey>: That Skarmory kicked up a very light gust running so fast and in the process blew some trash around the roads. Cigars and receipts aside, something round, silvery, and quite valuable *clinked* against the pavement.
17:58 <RefMankey>: Following the gust and a few cyclist's temporary retirements, some man's very deep voice /exploded/: "WOOOOOOHOOOOO!"
18:01 <Sn0wman>: Ignoring the man's shout, Number 89018 was more focused on what had just fallen on the pavement. Was that. Could he. He was going to grab it, he wanted to do it. He tested his surprisingly steady and light steps before attempting to advance towards his silvery target.
18:10 <RefMankey>: *Click*. This metal disc held enough information to make a brain explode. A date of creation and expiration. "For use in Unova." The solid image of Driftveil's powerful gym leader. This thing was worth all of 50Poke legal tender.
18:15 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 turned the disc over a couple times, wondering what its purpose was supposed to be, what all information it held. He decided to retreat back to the sidewalk to avoid accidental interaction with the diseased humans.
18:23 <RefMankey>: Taking that information with him, Number 89018 took to the sidewalk and avoided contact with those "oddballs." A construction crew came on-scene very quickly, one carrying a portable cement gun. "...pokeblockin' rogues," one of the construction workers jolted.
18:25 <Sn0wman>: He tilted his head as he side-eyed the recent construction crew. Robots and droids could do the job way more efficiently than those people could, he guessed. The android pocketed the odd disc and started down the sidewalk towards the main part of the city. That was the direction that he was supposed to go to get out of the place, right?
18:30 <RefMankey>: ( Oceanfront or the Central Plaza? )
18:31 <Sn0wman>: (( central plaza ))
18:31 <RefMankey>: ( #UnovaCasteliaCityCentralPlaza )
18:38 <RefMankey>: A beautiful green terrace stretched for at least a mile. A brick road wrapped around this small hill where people of all ages talked, sat down, and relaxed. Considering the morning sky and the light breeze, the central plaza appeared to be a paradise. Some people celebrated with music; someone around here played some brash tunes from the "Castelia Network."
18:41 <RefMankey>: Walk a tad further, and one could find the culprit: a young man. With shorts that could fit him four times over, he sprung himself across a bench without a care in the world. One woman outright covered her ears.
18:41 <RefMankey>: Tune in finely enough, and an utterance could be heard from the right side of the plaza: "I'd like to have a word...with your purse..."
18:45 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 scanned through the visible parts of the central plaza once he came through. He made note of all the positions that the humans were in at that point, for safety and storing reasons. He took a few more steps before scanning what he couldn't spot before.
18:47 <Sn0wman>: The android turned most of his attention towards the recent speaker of what seemed to be...maybe a thief? He zoomed his visuals in on the being in order to get a full understanding of what went on in the daily lives around here.
18:55 <RefMankey>: His scanning revealed a magnitude where that voice could've been. Alistair would've stood dead in the creasing of four curved bricks before the he lost range. One child, accompanied by a frantic mother, asked, "What is he doing?" The source wasn't entirely unidentifiable, however. For some reason, a manhole lied on the ground incorrectly. The voice beneath
18:56 <RefMankey>: continued: "Nice doin' business with ye'." A *sploosh*, and a stepping spree rumbled from beneath
18:59 <Sn0wman>: Well. That must have been something. It's gone, though, so he turned to look straight ahead and started to make his way through the plaza. Hopefully whatever went down wasn't coming back up to infect more humans, right? He had yet to find a normal one, one similar to what he had been taught. :^(
19:06 <RefMankey>: He'd walked thirty seconds to find, beyond pedestrians, a boy comfortably resting on a wooden bench. When Alistair passed by, he waved. Said, briefly: "Hello, there."
19:07 <RefMankey>:
19:16 <Sn0wman>: What. Who was that. Alistair stopped almost immediately with a turn of his upper body. He examined the person briefly before speaking with a smooth voice. "Hello."
19:22 <RefMankey>: This person, at first, crossed their arms. With one swing, the boy shifted all his green tufts of hair to the right side, brushing away any bristles that littered his "sport-shirt." Not sure if he wanted to continue this abrupt meeting, he then said with a spark of enthusiasm: "This city's crazy, isn't it?"
19:25 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 blinked slowly. He processed the entry in his mind for a couple seconds before replying. "If by crazy, you mean 'pokeblocked up,' probably." That was the lingo with all the human kids, right? Maybe he went a bit far. Oh well.
17:17 <RefMankey>: ( how not to ref: forget there are arrows at top of chat )
17:18 <Sn0wman>: (( how not to rp: don't remember that sounds = updates ))
17:25 <RefMankey>: Mode Street; might as well call it a road with how much traffic /usually/ floods this street. Casteliacones aside, this piece of land usually flutered with shutter-stocks and camera-flashes. Only a Wingull and a few pedestrians took it now; perhaps the business would arrive later.
17:29 <RefMankey>: It, at least, opened Mode Street to the eyes. Buildings here made wallets cry, either standing tall or glowing brightly. Street-lamps, even if a necessary utility, were useless where the ultra-modern Mode Street blared away. Black and blue were the buildings' primary colors. Exceptions were few - Studio Castelia stood out as a rainbow of promise, and a few
17:30 <RefMankey>: market-stalls hung their flags, preparing for a good morning's show. While the traffic was low, opportunities shone for the DATA Project's lovechild.
17:31 <Sn0wman>: (( omg lovechild ))
17:34 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 stood on the sidewalk opposite of Casteliacone, smoothing out his tailored suit jacket. He looked around with wide eyes, awed by so much commotion. It was unlike anything he'd been around during D.A.T.A.'s review, where only a few officials stood about during inspections. What was the poor android to do now?
17:40 <RefMankey>: He may have done himself. If it looked at the local newspaper, header featuring a man "packing too much for his own good", Number 89018 would avoid /that/ in public.
17:44 <RefMankey>: A few more civilians roamed the street. Beyond business-men and -women with more than they can handle, bicyclers that took the right of the road, and vendors, the occasional /fighter/ made themselves visible.
17:46 <RefMankey>: *KCHAW!* One blue-haired, fair-skinned man took the opportunity to ride a Skarmory across the road. Those birds were already strong - carrying humans was another story, especially with its talons cracking pavement. Beyond stares, this man needed a miracle just to keep his /head/.
17:50 <Sn0wman>: The android squinted towards this blue-haired human on the Skarmory. Just what was going on there? This went against what he's been programmed to know, and he was quite confused about it. He wondered if that happened more often than he thought, or if the human had some sort of disorder and needed to be repaired...
17:52 <Sn0wman>: Hell, he hadn't even taken one step yet and he's *already* seeing diseased human-beings. On the topic of stopping him, Number 89018 didn't think it was actually important enough to help the person. His first impression of non-androids wasn't going very well.
17:57 <RefMankey>: That Skarmory kicked up a very light gust running so fast and in the process blew some trash around the roads. Cigars and receipts aside, something round, silvery, and quite valuable *clinked* against the pavement.
17:58 <RefMankey>: Following the gust and a few cyclist's temporary retirements, some man's very deep voice /exploded/: "WOOOOOOHOOOOO!"
18:01 <Sn0wman>: Ignoring the man's shout, Number 89018 was more focused on what had just fallen on the pavement. Was that. Could he. He was going to grab it, he wanted to do it. He tested his surprisingly steady and light steps before attempting to advance towards his silvery target.
18:10 <RefMankey>: *Click*. This metal disc held enough information to make a brain explode. A date of creation and expiration. "For use in Unova." The solid image of Driftveil's powerful gym leader. This thing was worth all of 50Poke legal tender.
18:15 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 turned the disc over a couple times, wondering what its purpose was supposed to be, what all information it held. He decided to retreat back to the sidewalk to avoid accidental interaction with the diseased humans.
18:23 <RefMankey>: Taking that information with him, Number 89018 took to the sidewalk and avoided contact with those "oddballs." A construction crew came on-scene very quickly, one carrying a portable cement gun. "...pokeblockin' rogues," one of the construction workers jolted.
18:25 <Sn0wman>: He tilted his head as he side-eyed the recent construction crew. Robots and droids could do the job way more efficiently than those people could, he guessed. The android pocketed the odd disc and started down the sidewalk towards the main part of the city. That was the direction that he was supposed to go to get out of the place, right?
18:30 <RefMankey>: ( Oceanfront or the Central Plaza? )
18:31 <Sn0wman>: (( central plaza ))
18:31 <RefMankey>: ( #UnovaCasteliaCityCentralPlaza )
18:38 <RefMankey>: A beautiful green terrace stretched for at least a mile. A brick road wrapped around this small hill where people of all ages talked, sat down, and relaxed. Considering the morning sky and the light breeze, the central plaza appeared to be a paradise. Some people celebrated with music; someone around here played some brash tunes from the "Castelia Network."
18:41 <RefMankey>: Walk a tad further, and one could find the culprit: a young man. With shorts that could fit him four times over, he sprung himself across a bench without a care in the world. One woman outright covered her ears.
18:41 <RefMankey>: Tune in finely enough, and an utterance could be heard from the right side of the plaza: "I'd like to have a word...with your purse..."
18:45 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 scanned through the visible parts of the central plaza once he came through. He made note of all the positions that the humans were in at that point, for safety and storing reasons. He took a few more steps before scanning what he couldn't spot before.
18:47 <Sn0wman>: The android turned most of his attention towards the recent speaker of what seemed to be...maybe a thief? He zoomed his visuals in on the being in order to get a full understanding of what went on in the daily lives around here.
18:55 <RefMankey>: His scanning revealed a magnitude where that voice could've been. Alistair would've stood dead in the creasing of four curved bricks before the he lost range. One child, accompanied by a frantic mother, asked, "What is he doing?" The source wasn't entirely unidentifiable, however. For some reason, a manhole lied on the ground incorrectly. The voice beneath
18:56 <RefMankey>: continued: "Nice doin' business with ye'." A *sploosh*, and a stepping spree rumbled from beneath
18:59 <Sn0wman>: Well. That must have been something. It's gone, though, so he turned to look straight ahead and started to make his way through the plaza. Hopefully whatever went down wasn't coming back up to infect more humans, right? He had yet to find a normal one, one similar to what he had been taught. :^(
19:06 <RefMankey>: He'd walked thirty seconds to find, beyond pedestrians, a boy comfortably resting on a wooden bench. When Alistair passed by, he waved. Said, briefly: "Hello, there."
19:07 <RefMankey>:
19:16 <Sn0wman>: What. Who was that. Alistair stopped almost immediately with a turn of his upper body. He examined the person briefly before speaking with a smooth voice. "Hello."
19:22 <RefMankey>: This person, at first, crossed their arms. With one swing, the boy shifted all his green tufts of hair to the right side, brushing away any bristles that littered his "sport-shirt." Not sure if he wanted to continue this abrupt meeting, he then said with a spark of enthusiasm: "This city's crazy, isn't it?"
19:25 <Sn0wman>: Number 89018 blinked slowly. He processed the entry in his mind for a couple seconds before replying. "If by crazy, you mean 'pokeblocked up,' probably." That was the lingo with all the human kids, right? Maybe he went a bit far. Oh well.