joker of crime

"Meowth, that's right!" (Citta-Alveare)

[matriclinous]

Mewtwo was still gathering facts regarding their situation, and couldn’t be sure of their motives. Some sort of experiment…perhaps similar in the way that humans pitted Pokemon against one another in battle to “reap their potential”. But he refused to be treated as an experiment. Never again.  "Enough of them—too many. But…why?" he seems to be asking himself more than Meowth, zoning out as he often did.  When he returns to reality, eyes narrow and pin to the smaller Pokemon. "Are you….safe here? Do you have a place to sleep?" he wasn’t exceptionally willing to take in a Pokemon who seemed so close to humans, but Mewtwo couldn’t reject one in need. It had grown to be a part of his nature. 

[catpurrglar]

"Who knows? Could be dat dey thought we looked interestin'. Maybe dey know a good, tough Pokemon when dey see 'em, 'n' there's no doubtin' dat some o' dese Trainers pack a mean punch! Gonna have ta do some diggin' ta be sure."

Meowth strokes his chin thoughtfully, pulling at a whisker. "Anyway, I dunno about bein' safe...I ain't exactly no fully-evolved Persian dat bested th' League or nothin'...but I got a place ta stay, even if it is some dusty underground chamber..."

He's being indirectly pitiful, of course.

[kinginshi]

”Twerp?”

Okay. So, not only has this stupid Pokemon scratched him — Gold immediately flinches away, hissing out an annoyed ‘What the hell?’ — but now he’s trying to act like he’s king of the hill, top of the roost, just because he has his hat. The look the kid is giving him right now is, well, sceptical: extremely sceptical, actually, with a dash of incredulity and a whole lot of irritation mixed right in.

That’s how the next couple of seconds go by, a wordless impasse between him and this glorified rat. Gold leans back, narrows his eyes — and his hand twitches, a sign of near-action. He could just… call his Pokemon out, sort this whole shebang out right now. It’s not the cool thing to do, the right thing to do — but for some reason, this thing is saying it’s part of Team Rocket, and that’s a problem. That’s also permission to play dirty, isn’t it? So…

… Gold’s hand raises, and then it falls, accompanied by an aggravated sigh. He glares at the stupid Pokemon, crossing his arms with clear distaste.

'Fine. How am I supposed to “persuade” you, exactly?’

'Money, or whatever?'

[catpurrglar]

Oh no. Having his demands simply heard gives Meowth an even bigger head than usual. The prideful Pokemon pulls himself up even higher, letting out this great, devious chuckle as he taps his claws against one another.

"I dunno...dis is a pretty special hat. Don't think I can actually let it go fer such a simple thing as a price. What if we discussed my terms ova a nice dinner instead?"

"I think dat sounds pretty civilized, don'tcha agree? And we're all civilized here, ain't we? I can't imagine dat you'd start attackin' a poor, defenseless Pokemon in public fer no good reason. Imagine what dat would do ta ya Trainer's rep! Even th' brattiest twerps don't just go poundin' on Pokemon that ain't provokin' 'em somehow. It just ain't right. Goes against all dose millenia-old legends 'n' tales about the reason we Pokemon even humor you Trainers at all!"

He swishes his tail, whiskers flicking with amusement.

"C'mon, whaddaya say?"

[hoshinosenshi]

Kirby is absolutely ecstatic. People in this city were so nice! The always-hungry baby had found himself with a good pile of food after he’d expressed just how he hungry he was to a stranger.

But just as he opens his mouth to dig in, he hears a sound. A gulp. He pauses, turning his gaze to the source of the sound—a monster? Who evidently had just taken some of his food! Kirby was upset—but as long as the creature hadn’t eaten something really important, he wouldn’t be angry.

"Poyo…"

But, upon realizing that he still has plenty more food, Kirby’s face lights up in a smile again, and without any regard for the safety of the strange food-stealing monster, he opens his mouth and inhales his pile of food.

[catpurrglar]

Meowth's endless theatrics are mercifully cut short by the most vicious critic of all--a hungry stomach.

The food's inhaled and Meowth finds himself literally sucked in with it all--he lets out a great caterwaul of terror, flailing around with his legs kicking in the air before he manages to mercifully extract himself from the creature's mouth. He sits there, dazed, realizing he probably only escaped because the puffball let him. Spit out. Like a hairball!

"ARE YA OUTTA YER MIND?!" Meowth scrambles back, hunching his back like  a...well, like an angry cat. He hops back onto two feet and shakes an angry paw. "I coulda died! Were ya hopin' ta lure in a poor, starvin' Pokemon 'n' eat 'em whole wit' dat little garden o' temptation o' yers?! Well, I'm not puttin' up wit' it!"

[galladeknight-blog-blog-blog]

… Does he really look that young?

"I’m 11, sir. I’ve been a Trainer since I was 10." Wally shifts carefully across the bench, allowing Meowth ample room to sit should the mood strike him. "It may not sound like I know too much, since I’m from Hoenn… But this city is different. It’s not like back home." His shoulders hunch defensively. "Some of the people here will try to hurt you for no reason. It’s not like Pokémon battling, or sparring — they really mean it."

He glances downwards, thinking back on the recent outcropping of widespread violence. The idea of leaving a Meowth here to fend for itself makes his stomach churn.

"— You can stay in my tree house, if you don’t have anywhere else to go." It’s worth a shot, right? If offering up his home might keep a fellow home-worlder from being harmed… "I’m living with a friend until I get better, so… You’ll have it all to yourself."

[catpurrglar]

Not particularly, but Meowth's not really good at judging ages. Or anything, really. Wally's gonna have to learn not to pay half the things he says any attention, because if he does, Meowth's gonna keep poking at it.

"A year! A whole year as a Trainer," he says snidely, paws fluttering against one another thoughtfully. "And whatcha got ta show fer it, huh? Trainin' ain't gonna getcha no where in a place like dis! What ya need is street-smarts--they're essential ta a good life!" 

Since the offer's silently made, he hops up beside the kid, just because he's got nothing better to do. His ears quiver in shock at the words coming out of this kid's mouth.

"Dem's some tough breaks! Might hafta start bein' a bit more careful after all...what's dis world comin' to?" A sad shake of the head. "Sounds like ya went 'n' got yerself in a bad scrape, and nows you're all scared 'n cautious! Thanks fer th' offer, but I've already got a place o' my own, 'n' it don't require no acrobatics ta get ta."

He leans in and acquires a conspiratorial tone.

"Who went 'n' tried ta do ya in? Get in th' wrong crowd? Got yerself in ova yer head? Ya can let me in on th' secret, kid!"

[kinginshi]

His hat is missing. One second it’s there, and in the next second it’s gone, taken on a journey by an unfortunately strong gust of wind. One second he’s standing there, dazedly feeling his hand through his hair — and in the next second he’s gone, taking off after the stupid thing with a curse and a jolt. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but goddamn if it isn’t frustrating. His hat is missing.

Was.

One second it’s in front of his face, inches away, and the next second it’s not. In the next second, he finds himself skidding to a stop, features twisting in some strange parody of confusion at the sight before him. His hat was missing, but now it’s been found… by a talking Meowth, who is currently posing with it like he’s just gotten a new suit. For just one second, Gold can’t say anything.

So this is probably a big deal, a Meowth that can talk. He should probably be concerned.

But that is his hat, and he’s not about to give it up.

'S'mine,' the boy says curtly, extending his hand out abruptly. Give it back, the gesture says, and keep your grubby little paws off my stuff. ‘It flew off. It’s not yours.’

And, testily, he frowns, unextending and extending his fingers in conflicted annoyance.

'Doesn't even look good on you.'

[catpurrglar]

Meowth looks absolutely frickin' scandalized when the hat's rightful owner turns up. He flashes his claws out and keeps his other paw on the hat, making it clear that the twerp isn't getting anything from him. He either drew that hand back quick or he suffered a mess of scratch marks.

"Watch it, pal! Don'tcha know th' rules? It's finders-keepers, 'n' Team Rocket finds it all!"

He hops up onto a trash can so he's on roughly equal height with the other boy, baring his teeth and bouncing with obvious indignation. It's like you spat in his coffee and insulted his mama, Gold, and he's not putting up with it!

"I've rocked worse things den dis hat before, 'n' as far as I'm concerned, I'm gonna make it work! It's th' first bit o' good luck I've had all day! What's wit' twerps 'n' their stupid hats, anyway? Why don'tcha finally do somethin' 'bout dat bedhead o' yers instead?"

He folds his arms and lifts his chin, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"'Course, if ya really want it dat badly, I might be able ta be persuaded..."

[gonnafineyou-blog]

"AAAGHHH! Cut it out!! What is it with the cats here in this place!?” Barry attempted to shake off his attacker, but froze as soon as he got a better look at it. 

"No way! You’re a Meowth!" He blinked stupidly at the feline attached to the leg he left suspended in the air. "So there are Pokemon in this dumb city! Wait a second, were you talking just now…?” He blinked once more. “…Don’t I know you or something?”

[catpurrglar]

Meowth's just clinging there with his claws and teeth sunk into Barry's leg, but only after he hears his name--or granted, the name of his entire kind--does he turn his head. But he still doesn't really detach himself, so he looks like a cat hanging from a drapery.

"Hold it, hold it! Yer one a' those twerps that used ta follow th' main twerp around! Or were ya afta his gal pal, th' twerpette? It don't matter much anyways!"

Finally hopping back to his feet, he bristled and shook a paw up at him.

"Doin' th' same thing now dat ya did den! It's like nothin' gets through ta that thick head o' yers! Whaddaya doin', chargin' 'round wit'out lookin' where yer goin' in a place like dis?!"

[galladeknight-blog-blog-blog]

Wally does his best to conceal a smile as the Meowth devours his offering. He finds this exchange perfectly amusing (despite his new feline acquaintance’s seriousness,) though he doesn’t wish to offend. It seems this critter has quite a temper!

"No, sir, I’m definitely a Trainer." He finally takes the seat he’d been aiming for in the first place, sliding onto the bench with a poorly-repressed wince. "I’m from Hoenn, but I’ve been here for over a month. It’s really different from where we came from." His arms cross protectively over his stomach as he settles in, a somber shadow overtaking his features. "… Um, actually… Can I give you some advice? Because I don’t think you should sleep out in the open like that… Somebody may try to hurt you."

[catpurrglar]

Meowth folds his arms and crooks an eyebrow up, swishing his tail from side to side. Kid looks to be in a bit of pain. It's a little disconcerting. It's not the usual little discomfort that comes from things like the twerp being shocked and walking it off ten seconds later...

He might be a tiny bit concerned. Maybe. That comment just really drives the nail in.

"Trainers just get younger 'n' younger dese days, don't they?" He shook his head."Ya don't have ta tell me! I spent a good stretch hangin' out in Hoenn--dis is leagues away from all dose fancy beaches 'n' palm trees! But what makes ya go 'n' say somethin' like dat? I'm used ta life in a big city! Don't nobody do nothin' too bad ta me, 'sides chasin' me away from their food or somethin' like dat."

[catpurrglar]

gonnafineyou is trampling innocent Pokemon! THE HUMANITY

Meowth knew this was it. This was it. This was the second time so far that some snot-nosed kid had run by without looking where they were going, but this time, he was going to get revenge for his poor tail!

"Hey! I'm walkin' here!"

So in a flash of indignant claws, Meowth's attached himself to the blonde boy's leg, hissing and shredding up the pants' fabric like he's some sort of mobile scratching post.

[galladeknight-blog-blog-blog]

A talking Pokémon…

Wally brightens despite being scolded so enthusiastically, a slow smile breaking out over his face. He’d always dreamed of having conversations with Gallade… What would his teammates say, if they could speak his language? Would they have similar attitudes to this Meowth? He’s too fascinated to be worried about the Normal-type’s threats, instead reaching down to rummage through his bag without any urgency.

"I’m really sorry for stepping on you, sir." A Pokémon is still a ‘sir,’ right? "Here… Um, I don’t have much, but you can have this." He withdraws a clear plastic container full of diced chicken — leftovers from his salad — and offers it to the angry cat. "Does that help at all?"

[catpurrglar]

Meowth pauses at the mention of food, and once it's actually presented, he practically snatches it from the boy's hands, gulping down pawfuls of meat before he's even said anything regarding it.

"Well, it'd be betta' wit' crackers or somethin', but I guess I'll let it slide." He twitches his nose with a great amount of dignity, drawing himself up to his very unimpressive full height. Food makes everything better. This is a fact.

"It's a start! The fact dat ya at least recognized me fer what I am--dat's an improvement ova' half th' city already! Say, you're pretty shrimpy fer a Pokemon Trainer, aren'tcha? Maybe you're a Coordinator or somethin'?"

Not that it matters. He just thinks aloud most of the time.

[galladeknight-blog-blog-blog]

Wally lurches back once he realizes that he’s stepped on something organic, his breath catching within his chest. Moving back so suddenly hurts; he really shouldn’t be out walking to begin with, but he can’t stand being cooped up during such a nice day. He’s sure that whatever he stepped on must be suffering as well, and guilt wells up within him like blood from a cut — but he pauses before apologizing, his gaze falling down to the victim of his misstep.

It’s… A Pokémon. A Meowth, to be specific… But it’s speaking.

"You… You can talk?" He’ll apologize later, of course, but for the moment he’s too stunned to remember his manners.

[catpurrglar]

Meowth thinks the kid looks to be in an awful lot of pain just from his yelling. Maybe he should be concerned?

...Nah. 

Meowth folds his paws on his hips and glares daggers at the boy, his tail lashing behind him like a cut electric wire.

"Of course I can talk! Youse can understand me, can't ya?! You're capable of hearin' th' words comin' outta my mouth?" He stamps a paw in a fine fury, bristling in indignation. "I oughta Fury Swipes your nose off fer ruinin' dat perfectly good nap! Are ya plannin' on makin it up ta me, or are ya jus' gonna stand there and stare?!"

[matriclinous]

Mewtwo notes the Pokemon’s voice, the way he is capable of speech without the use of some telepathic means. He recognizes him then, from that time—that boy, with the gentle spirit and his Pikachu. Shoulders lax, and the Genetic Pokemon is immediately put at ease. "I do not know. It seems as though these scientists are capable of taking things hostage regardless of strength." there’s a quiet snarl rumbling in his throat at the thought; Mewtwo wouldn’t stand to play the part of puppet again.

"…I sense others like us, those from our world. To think that there would be so many more."

[catpurrglar]

Is he shocked to see a real, fancy-schmancy legendary? Mewtwo's the stuff of legends!

He is.

Is he gonna make a fuss over it?

Nah.

Meowth's seen so many legendaries at this point--courtesy of that brat and his Pikachu--nothing's surprising anymore. It'd be more shocking at this rate for him not to see any of 'em. He folds his arms and flicks his ears.

"No foolin'? Dat's a pretty tough break, 'specially fer someone tough as youse! But you're sayin' there's other Pokemon 'round here? Trainers? Both?! I'm halfway expectin' ta see Arceus himself at this rate."

[catpurrglar]

kinginshi suffers an unfair situation!

Life's hard for a Pokemon all on his own in the big city. Meowth knows this, pretends he's totally not missing a certain idiotic duo that's basically his left and right hands--nah, nah, he's going to be all right. He's a streetwise guy! There's nothing he can't do!

As if to further fluff up his already inflated ego, Meowth's surprised by a sudden object alighting gently upon his head after a rather stern gust of wind. A quick feel of it with his paws confirms that a hat now calls his fluffy cranium home.

Well, would you look at that! Marveling himself in a store window's reflection, Meowth notices a boy running up to him from behind. He turns around and fluffs his fur out.

"Whaddaya think? It's pretty snazzy, ain't it? Looks like Lady Luck's smilin' down on me! I want dis ta be noted as a bonafide sign o' good fortune--as a' today, this city is good as mine!"

[catpurrglar]

skyentificsnackoos acquires a pet?!

Epsilon's a bunch of books and dust, and Meowth's been sneezing for hours. The cat Pokemon picks his way through the debris, muttering about paper cuts and bugs and hay fever, fur fluffed out against the cold.

"Stickin' a proud Pokemon like me down here in th' dumps...! Ain't dese scientists got any sort o' sense at all?"

His grumbling is cut off as he accidentally runs nose-first into someone's leg. He scrambles back a few steps, ready to spout an indignant comment, when he realizes the lady is--

Actually rather pretty. Meowth regards her for a second, considers his situation, and changes tact.

"You've got my 'pologies, ma'am! Didn't mean ta go runnin' inta youse like dat." There's an elaborate bow offered for the "transgression". "I'm just a lone Pokemon, tryin' ta make my way in this cruel, lonely world!" Widen eyes for maximum effect, and...bingo.

[catpurrglar]

galladeknight ruins a perfectly good nap!

There's nothing like being interrupted from a good nap by a horrible bout of pain. For a moment, Meowth's flailing his paws and yowling because he thinks Jesse's yanking on his tail or something, but then--

He realizes it's a kid. Some kinda twerp has gone and stepped on his tail! He's going to ignore he fact he was half-hidden beneath a bench, and get offended.

"Hey! What's th' big idea?! Don'tcha ever watch where you're goin'?!" He's shaking a reprimanding paw at the other, hopping with fury. "It's a cruel, cruel world when a Pokemon can't even take a nap out in th' sunshine 'cause a' punks like youse!"

[catpurrglar]

thepinkpuffball is cruisin' for a bruisin'!

Meowth's unreasonably mad about the stupidest thing. Which is exceptionally common if we're being honest about it.

It's that little pink puffball. He's got food. Loads of it! Just sitting over there at that table with all sorts of goodies. Well, you know what?!

Snagging a rice ball in one paw, Meowth proceeds to cram it down his mouth. It's gone in a single gulp, as if it never existed. Once he notices the look he's given, Meowth narrows his eyes.

"Look pal. I'm starvin' here! Don'tcha have a heart or somethin' somewhere in all dat pink stuff?" Looks like a demented Jigglypuff, he thinks. 

[catpurrglar]

((Eyyy yo Citta peeps.

Like for a starter. Capping at three, but Pokemon castmates are exempt! If you want it to be about something in particular, reply to the post and let me know!))

[matriclinous]

catpurrglar started following you

What a strange thing, to bring Pokemon to such a place…

[catpurrglar]

Holy moly, he's seen this Pokemon! The Genesect incident, right? Or...something else? It's all fuzzy. Everything is fuzzy. Nah, nah, that Metwo had been a girl, he's pretty sure...

"Yer tellin' me! Yet here we are, smack dab in th' middle o' nowhere, wit' nothin' but th' fur on our backs! But hold on a sec--ain't ya one of those legendary types? How did they snag one a' youse?"