towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Bro and Dave Strider (AU)
Setting: media room
Format: action
Summary: Dave comes to find Bro
Warnings: Nothing for the moment

[Bro still hasn't been sleeping that well lately, though he did manage one good night recently, which helped a little overall. Worse than that though, he hasn't been eating much lately either, not since February began and all the pink shit made it's way into everyone's diet. He doesn't trust it not to fuck with him somehow, and you know what? He just hates the pink, cutesy shit. V-day was never his favorite holiday in the least, not even ironically. Maybe it was because he always made himself a loner in the love department- sleeping with people was easier than falling in love, after all.

Either way, though, he's in the media room. It's one of his favorite places to hang out. It's one of the only places he tends to feel relaxed in, other than on the meadow floor where it's warmer. This is the one floor he feels like he can doze off safely in for a little while, which is exactly what he's currently doing. Dozing off. He's still on his guard though, and is prepared to defend himself at the slightest sign of trouble.

For now though? Dozing.]

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Ahaha, yeah. I'd imagine it's a lot more in depth when you actually deal with it in real life.

[That has him raising eyebrows- the bit about Team Rocket. He's so used to them being comic relief that the idea of them being competent is kind of laughable. But Dave sounds pretty serious, and considering what he's dealing with here, he isn't putting it past other worlds to be just as dangerous.]

So much for comic relief, then. You ever crossed paths with 'em yourself?

A few times. People have gotten really hurt when they pull their shit. I tend to take offense when anyone sets fire to a tower and causes massive damage to a lot of people. Worse, it was the bellsprout tower. [Those poor plants. He can still hear Bro telling him he was fine. But all he could think about was green fire and a wind swept plateau. The coppery tang of blood is just a thought away.]

[Bro's eyebrows shoot into the air, and after a moment he just shakes his head. Jesus Christ, he can imagine how badly that must've gone, what with... Well, the Bellsprouts in the tower. And whatever else might've lived there. It's somewhat of a depressing thought, even for someone like Bro.]

That's fucked up. What the hell did they stand to gain by burning it down, anyway? Kill a few Bellsprout? What's the fucking point?

When I know what the point was, I'll tell you. I still don't fucking know. They did some genetics thing that had some of my friends mixed with pokemon before I got there. It sounds really pointless. [And dumb.]

I--

[He stops, as that sinks in. And... then he has to admit something that might not be entirely the best thing.]

Admittedly, a Pokemon/Human mix sounds kind of badass...

John couldn't talk for a while. He had fangs and shit. [Dave sees the practical bad sides to this from experience.]