pipers_son | 014 // Video

[Poor bitty Juggalo. This is not going to be your day.]

[Because unfortunately, the Noibats on Joker realize what's up and once the Scraggy is close enough...]

[BATS.]

[BATS EVERYWHERE ON THE FACE.]

[HELLO THERE GOOD SIR]

[ ahh—! ah! he can feel something! now to just lift veeeeeery carefullyoH MY GOD

he thought the bats around here were chill! alas, this is what he gets for trying to steal. trauma and a new found bat phobia.

the tiny scraggy takes cover, crouching and nearly pulling his loose skinpants over his head in shock ( and fear ) to get the noibats out of his face. "chill out!! chill!!" is what he keeps shrieking as he pulls the longer "tail" end of the loose skin over himself.

will carry this with him forever ]

[Joker can only pretend not to notice this for much longer before his shoulders start to shake in silent laughter and he ducks his head to take in a deep breath. Angel has no such reservations and is just LOUDLY laughing at the would-be pickpocket.]

["Serves you right!"]

Don't be mean, Angel.

[Says the man who's... only sort of trying to get a couple of bats off of the Scraggy.]

[ the laughter gets to him only after he feels that a bit of weight is getting off of him— and only then does he even think of moving again. thank arceus it was over. he goes for a few sporadic low kicks to shoo the rest away if he could, then stepping backwards and away from the small team. he doesn't want to see another bat ever again ( poor thing— trainer already has three ). but serves him right, indeed!

the booming laughter starts ringing a bit too loudly in his ears, and after scrambling to his feet, pb pulls his pants with both hands up high, puffs out his chest, and sends a leer at the mime jr's way.

he's trying hard to act tough. unfortunately, his loose skin falling down just a few seconds after he lets go to look tough is a bit comical, and if it weren't for the makeup, his face would be a darker shade of yellow. ( nevertheless, he quickly pulls them back up, and this time, makes sure to hold it . . . )

"p-peh! shut it, pinkstuff!"

females, he thinks— and to joker, he puffs out his chest with pride, tiny tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes ( he is a big scraggy— a big, one day old scraggy that ain't afraid of no bats and being the center of embarrassment )

"laughs got nothin' on me!! and i don't need no fake soft stuff from you either, man!!"

puff! ( and a sniff . . . ) ]

Edited 2014-09-10 06:04 (UTC)

[If Mime Jrs had any hair, this would be where Angel would flip hers. She still makes the attempt anyway, other hand on her hip.]

["At least I didn't get covered in bats! And that's Ms. Pinkstuff to you!"]

[Joker is stuck out of the loop on this one, he's afraid, but he thinks he can guess what's going on judging by how much Angel is being smug and the look he's getting from this Scraggy. He gives an easygoing shrug and props his cheek up on one fist.]

Now, why's a fella like yerself tryin' ta snatch some of our hard earned goods?

[ "i'll call you whatever i wanna, pinkstuff."

he hits his paw against his chest in a little gangster manner; he knows it's considered wrong, but wrong is right ( and cool ) when it involves stupid hoodlums— still holding ground! in fact, he feels he's got to be tougher— so he barks with no bite, takes a deep breath in to gather courage, before walking up to joker's front and craning his neck back to see him better— why do they have to be so tall . . . !

"while you dudes be turning soft i stay hard! yeah— soft like my night pillow ready to get slept on!"

he's being really stupid— to attempt provocation with joker's pokemon right there. but you see, he stays hard.

he even attempts some kind of breakdance move— the want-to-be scrafty in him can't resist. alas, he has no balance or even actual practice, hence him twirling on the ground like a kid that saw it on tv once and thinks he can dance.

these things fall out of his skinpants, though. still fresh with price tags and everything.

uh . . . ]

Edited 2014-09-10 12:53 (UTC)

[Angel doesn't seem particularly impressed at this display. Then again, she is a pretty tough customer to impress. She's seen it all, from their strongman Ralph lifting up an entire Charizard to a pair of sneaky thieving cats. So she makes an extra big show of yawning as he talks, hand in front of her mouth.]

[Joker's only better in that he's not outright mocking the little Scraggy. True, there is some amusement on his face as he watches the whole display. Angel isn't bothering to translate for him but posturing is an age old thing and he was a child of the London streets once upon a time. You remember these sort of things.]

[At least the Noibats aren't judging.]

[It's only when all those stolen goods fall out that he quirks up an eyebrow.]

Well well well, Angel, seems we got ourselves a bit of a palmer, wouldn't ya say? Here I thought Claw and Fang were bad enough.

Think we might want ta keep 'im a while, yeah?

[Angel gives a puff of air before her eyes start to glow neon pink. If their new Scraggy friend isn't careful... That sure is a Psychic move lifting him up so he can't run off. Joker, in the meanwhile, reaches over to grab the poptarts and take a look at them.]

[ it's a child's display— it wouldn't be able to impress anyone, really! just give a few laughs, maybe.

but cover's blown when his earlier snatches come tumbling out his shed skin; he stops immediately and looks around him— even holds his waistline out a bit so he can see if that was everything and— damn it was.

"th-that's mine! i— hey!"

o-oh no he's getting picked up— just as he was going to scramble to grab the small box of poptarts-! he's cooking up a storm at angel, though . . .

"yo! you're damn lucky i don't got no dark moves yet! you listening?! hey! when i evolve i'm gonna woop your pink pychic ass so bad your whole crew's gonna feel it for a whole fuckin' season! you think i'm playin', we'll see whose playin' when i—!!" ]

[ luckily enough, there are people looking for him— and can hear the waterworks from a dirty little mouth. for miracle, who makes up for gamzee's lack of care at times . . . it's hard being a nanny. it's hard and nobody understands.

the other mime jr, also caked with make up to match the trainer following, spots the scene with gamzee right behind him, already putting a hand over his face in secondhand embarrassment— but as soon as he can, rushing over to them. "not again— excuse me!!" he cries, mostly to angel who'd understand him.

the little scraggy, on the other hand, makes a worried face. "oh no—"

aka i'm gonna get a woopin' :o( gamzee's just taking his time, and it actually takes him a bit to connect one dot with another

the worst trainer it is him ]

There's the lil' motherfucker—

[ whoa he's seen these two on a video before— oh right wow! ]

Yooo, carnibro? What's good? [ teen will offer a high five, do you accept ] And you found Pb!

[That sure is an extremely rude gesture that Angel is making as she stares up at the scraggy. "Whatever, poser."]

[Both she and Joker look up when they hear the familiar sounds of another Mime Jr- a surprise! Angel beams and bounces over, all cheer and sunshine like she isn't holding a small reptile child up in the air. "Hi there!"]

[Joker just beams and reaches up to definitely accept that high five. It's the clown child!]

'Ey there! So this is yer rascal, ha, we were wonderin' where he'd come from! So, glad ta see ya made it ta Violet City!

[ score. ]

Haha— Yeah, man! Been here a damn while now— Mimi wants to try out that gym thing, s'we're sittin' back and levelin' up a few.

[ as for miracle— agh, he's too distressed to reconnect with his trainer. gamzee was too mellow, too high all the time that if he were to as he'd like ( what mime jr. wouldn't like to synch with their trainer? ), poor mimi would be stuck with the task of taking care of all of them, including gamzee's pokemon— most of which are more troublemakers. he'd really be more excited and happy, mirroring gamzee really, if pb wasn't causing more trouble! but if he weren't to care, the trainer certainly wouldn't, and well— someone's got to hold the tent.

miracle tries his best to meet their greeting, though, as happily as he could— but then he sees all those things on the floor.

pausing and briefly giving the floating little scraggy A VERY ANGRY FATHER look, he lets the rugrat suffer a tad more ( who now has nothing to say and do but flinch back and . . . wait for consequences from daddy mime ), his attention all to angel. he even bows to apologize, once for the other mime jr, and the other to joker.

"we're really sorry if he caused trouble! did he take anything from you? your trainer?" ]

Lil' Peanut up and crawled off— [ "gamzee no", pb mutters, little paws covering his face. please don't call him lil' peanut in front of these guys that's personal . . .

it sounds so uncool . . . ]

Think I was gettin' in a snooze when Mirabro hit me up. What's he fixin'?

Edited 2014-09-12 05:21 (UTC)

[Oh, that poor dear. Angel makes a sympathetic sort of noise, even as she herself leans back much like Joker does. Being connected to a trainer with so many emotional issues like her own certainly is a challenge, but she can't imagine not synching up! She pats Miracle's shoulder. It's such a trial, it realy is.]

["Don't worry. He didn't have time to steal anything from us! He just dropped all of this when he was trying to show off after we caught him." Well, when a small hoard of bats caught him and latched onto his face, but those are details.]

[Letting Angel handle things on the Pokemon front, Joker let's himself just listen to Gamzee, nodding his head here and there.]

Yeah, gym's are a good way ta go about things 'round here! Helps with expenses, I can tell ya that much. [aka Joker's prime motivation, along with getting the gym leader's involved in the circus.] Y'know yer lil' Peanut has sticky fingers? Thievin', is what I mean.

[He has a feeling he has to make that distinction clear to Gamzee for some reason...]

[ thank you clown sister ;w;

"alright— thanks for not calling the officers! He's going to give it alllll back, right?"

he hangs his head a little, though, once he sees his point has been heard and understood. "We have money, I don't know why— it's the second time today!" ]

I keep forgettin' about that challenge gabber— Think I'll up and try it sometime, maybe—

[ except he'll probably forget again anyway . . . but huh. ]

Theivin'?

[ miracle gives a short call to gamzee, where he looks down at all those goods. oh wow deja vu. he doesn't look as upset, or even care half as much as miracle— but whilst berry baked he still has a bit of sense in him. so, to pb: ]

—That ain't cool, man. You know you gotta pay for that stuff.

[ he's kind of like that one parent that lets things slide on a weaker note while the other gets the true disciplining done. crouching down to pick up one of the cereal boxes— ]

Your snatchin' up someone's miracles like a grade-A swipe— . . .

[ woah is that a surprise in every box ]

Whoa . . .

[Joker and Angel exchange a glance.]

...Why don't we go back ta the store and pay for it all, then?

[Let him just... try to brush off some bats.]

[ it's the best option-! miracle on one hand, mentions something about how pb can only have one while the rest go to everyone else, including joker if he'd like to take them!

he also asks if he could take the scraggy off of little angel's sweet hands ;w; he'll take the DISCIPLINE from here. ]

Aight. Miracle wants to share with y'all, too— Our motherfuckin' treat. You sweet motherfucker—

[ "for the trouble . . ." he squeaks; gamzee then starts picking up other boxes— and speaking of bats! ]

—Do your flapcritters dig berries? [ oh— can't forget the little lady! glancing down to angel: ] You and our lil' sis, too. Got a ton on hand.

[With surprisingly more gentleness than she was showing just a minute ago- possibly because there are now witnesses- Angel lowers the Scraggy over to Miracle with a smile. The offer of berries has her positively beaming.]

I'm sure they'd love 'em! Ya pick a bunch while ya were out on the road, then?

[ returning the ever so friendly smile! "thank you!" the scraggy doesn't get off the hook, though— miracle is turning his back for just a second, pulling pb a bit off to the side . . .

and giving a nicely landed, quick DOUBLE SLAP, one for each cheek. the scraggy's eyes water only after a few moments of reaction, although he furrows his brows to try and make it go away, staying silent. it's not helping that much-!

"you know what you did!" how long he can keep up with this, though . . . that's another story. ]

All the damn time! When we be runnin' low— it's berry pickin' day. Ain't a day when there be zip.

[ he has to rummage through his bag for it— for a pretty huge baggy of berries. just look at all those berries. the scraggy take cover behind his trainer's leg for the time being, looking up at joker, sometimes to angel— completely avoiding miracle, though. ]

What kinds do you carnibros and sisters dig?

Well, ain't like the routes have any lack of 'em! I know they've kept my lot fed a good deal when we've been on the roads before.

[Angel and the Noibats are all busy inspecting the giant baggy, however, and the Mime Jr beams as she points out a Pecha berry. The rest? Well, good luck making sense of all those batty chirps.]

—This one?

[ heh, don't mind if he digs in to take out a few of some pecha berries for angel! ]

Haha— here you go, motherfuckette.

[ as for the rest— haha, well dears he doesn't know what he's hearing, but he offers the bag to them. go on and take your pick batbros :o)

after handing a few to miracle and pb, gamzee picks a chesto berry for himself, popping it into his mouth. although he's still chewing— he offers the bag to joker. ]

Want some, brother?

[The delighted hop Angel makes makes that an affirmative. Yes, those ones exactly! She takes the berries with a wide grin, plopping down right where she is. This day is turning out pretty good. They've herded a bunch of bats, and now a pickpocket attempt has earned her berries! Excellent.]

[Joker has to lean a bit as every bat gets its pick, which involves a lot of just sticking their heads right in there and coming out with something. He gives a fond scratch to one behind the ears before he properly ears Gamzee's offer.]

I'll pass. Think I've heard they ain't much good for humans and the like, yeah?

[ oh, everyone keeps saying that! and yet, gamzee see's no trouble in eating chesto berries . . .

they can make you so at chill . . .

so, he listens, and there's a rather long pause as he chews, stares up at joker, eyes half-lid and almost too lazy to open all the way— before he speaks again, giving a small shrug. ]

Huh . . . Guess trolls don't motherfuckin' count? Don't do nothin' out the norm for me.

[ but u aint a troll no more gamzee . . . ]

[...This small child worries him. Jimmy is enough, he doesn't need another one to worry about.]

Well... That's good ta hear, then. Wouldn't want ya ta get sick or anythin' like that.

Want me and Angel ta take these things back ta pay for 'em while ya stay here with our bat friends?

We'll watched these motherfuckers like a screech beast. Hey maybe they could meet the other's— Yeah, PB?

[ "no no no" but it's too late for that— gamzee's already rolling out his own noibats to meet them!! just look at all this chattering

he is now covered in bats

but they won't leave without the money from their pockets!! miracle shuffles around with gamzee's backpack, pulling at enough money to pay for it all. "please take this!!!" ]

[Joker tries very very hard not to laugh at the sight. This kid might be a perfect clown for the circus, he won't lie.]

We'll be back before ya have a chance ta miss us. Yeah, Angel?

[Angel looks up from where she's accepting the wallet and gives a determined nod. As Joker starts to walk off, she pats Miracle's shoulder real quick in clown solidarity. Please don't get carried away by a bat, friend. That would be distressing.]

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