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Battle Practice Gone Wrong: RP Log (Part 1)

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Memeathon: Brandon, glancing around his Battle Practice class, noticed someone else was there he didn't remember. Had this class gotten bigger? Was that even possible? It was already, like, half the school. "Hey, new girl!" He called to the Buizel. "Water you doin' over there?"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla looked around. She'd never been in an outdoor class before. All of the students  were chattering around outside, grouping off into pairs. Scylla felt very out of place. She was about to go up to the teacher and ask what to do, when a student, a bit taller than her, walked up behind behind her.
"Hn? Nothing I suppose. I do not exactly know what I am to be doing." She said formally, the pun going over her head.

Memeathon: Brandon grinned. "Well, this is Battle Practice, so I guess we need to practice battling. Guess I should check your defense." He gently punched her in the arm.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla gave the fire type a look.
"Oh, we are working on defense? I understand." She said, and instantly slammed into the taller student with an aqua tail.
"Is that sufficient training?" She asked.

Memeathon: The Buizel's tail hit him right in the gut, and Brandon doubled over and collapsed onto his knees, shivering. "Well..." He coughed. "I was kidding, but y'know, I think you've got a good attack stat."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla tilted her head to the side, bemused.
"I do not understand." She said, watching him hold his stomach with no sympathy, though it did feel good to look down at him instead of up, "You said we were practicing in defense. You punched my arm. I am a water type, and it made sense to hit you with a water type move to test your terrible defense. But thank you for the compliment on my attack." Scylla was truly confused. Why say something you don't mean?
"Are we working on our attack now?" She asked, preparing for another aqua tail.

Memeathon: "No!" He snapped his head up, eyes wide. "No, no more attacks." He struggled to his feet, still wincing from her aqua tail. "I hit you lightly, as a joke. It was supposed to be funny."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla jumped lightly at the scream. She hadn't expected that.
"We are done for today? That was quite a short class."
Jokes? As in pranks?
"That was an awful prank..." Scylla said, turning her head to the side so the pokemon didn't see her blush. She'd fallen for a prank within five minutes of being in class. How idiotic. She wanted to sink through the floor in shame.

Memeathon: "No, class hasn't started yet. And uh, it wasn't really a prank? I wasn't tricking you, just making a joke." He perked up. "Here, let's try another one. Knock knock."

Teddybears-hearts: What.
Class had yet to start?
"O-oh." Scylla mumbled, turning away in embarrassment. Could she have been more stupid? She just wanted to be done with this class and go to the dorm and hide.
"Knock knock?" what was this? Was there something she was supposed to say? The pansear was looking at her expectantly...what on earth did he want her to say?
"Um, door. When people tap their fists against doors, they are knocking."

Memeathon: Brandon started to laugh at her reply, but stopped after a second, wincing as the pain in his gut got worse. He grinned. "That's a good anti-joke, I should write that down. Alright, alright, let's try another one." He thought for a second, "Alright, What do a dentist and a swim coach have in common?"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla tilted her head to the side.
"Are you okay?" She asked, blinking at him. She hadn't hit him very hard. She didn't really care, but she didn't want to accidentally kill him.
Anti-joke? What on earth was that? And a dentist and a swim coach...?
"Ah...I am afraid I have no idea." Scylla said, sadly. She was supposed to be intelligent, wasn't she? And she had no idea what the answer to this riddle was. Her parents would be ashamed.

Memeathon: Brandon had to keep himself from laughing before he could even say the punchline. "They both use drills !" He started laughing, holding his gut as it started hurting again.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked. What?
"Ah, I see. A swimmer has swim drills, and a Dentist drills teeth. I humbly apologize for my stupidity." Scylla nearly groaned. How idiotic. If she had looked past how odd the pairing was, the answer was right under her nose.
"I am a failure. I truly apologize."

Memeathon: His smiled faded a bit. Was she serious? "You're a failure ? Nah, jokes are never funny if you know the answer ahead of time."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla was even more confused.
"I did not guess your riddle. Therefore I failed your riddle. Thus, I am a failure. My parents will disown me in my next letter." She said woefully, thinking to herself aloud.
"I will no longer have any money to stay here. I will be shipped back home, but my parents shall no longer accept me. I will be stuck living with the ghost as a slave for drawing up pranks." Scylla murmured sadly. This was terrible. She absolutely hated this class now.

Memeathon: Brandon wasn't entirely sure whether she was joking or not. "Uh... it wasn't a riddle? It was a joke. You aren't supposed to know the answer, and then it's funny when you do."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked.
"Joke?" She asked, raising her finger to her lips.
"You mean, it was not a riddle? I do not comprehend this..." Scylla said, incredibly confused.
She'd been away from the fun-loving ghosts too long, it seemed.

Memeathon: He blinked a bit. Ok, no, she was serious. "Uh...no, not a riddle. A joke. Do you...not know what a joke is?"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla cocked her head to the side.
"A joke? No, I'm afraid. Not in that manner, at least." She said.
She was used to pranks, but not door jokes and jokes between dentists and Swim coaches. Was this an example of a modern joke?

Memeathon: "Oh boy. Alright, let's get you familiar. I'll try another one." He dramatically cleared his throat. "What did the pony say after singing with a sore throat?"

Teddybears-hearts: What...?
Ponies can sing?
Ponies can have a sore throat?
Okay, of course she knew that ponies could winny, but she never knew they could sing of all things. Did ponies evolve suddenly? Did she have to go back to biology?
"No. I did not know that ponies could sing either." She said woefully.

Memeathon: "I'm a little hoarse. Eh? Eeeh?" He went to elbow her, but thought better of it.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked.
Poor pony!
"Oh, I feel bad that the poor horse has a congested throat. Did it have a cold before it sang? That would be a foolish thing to do. Please scold this pony for it's idiotic behavior." Scylla frowned. That was supposed to be funny?

Memeathon: Oh dear Arceus "No, it's supposed to be funny, 'cause hoarse like a sore throat sounds like horse, the animal. Also, it didn't really happen."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla flushed.
"O-oh. I see." She nodded and thought for a second.
"So...you speak a question, wait for an answer, and if it isn't given, you make up a false story with homophones. How odd." Scylla was pretty sure she was going to stick with her pranks. This was just weird.

Memeathon: "Uh...I don't think it's that technical? You just hear a joke from someone, and then repeat it to others so that they'll laugh."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked.
"I am supposed to recite your jokes to you now?" Scylla sighed and took a breath.
"What did the pony say after singing with a sore throat." Scylla deadpanned, face completely blank.

Memeathon: "No, no, you don't repeat it to the same person, because you know they know the answer. You've got to tell someone who doesn't know, so the answer's a surprise."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla did not understand.
"I have to...recite it to someone else. Do I have to inform you I recited it after I recite it to someone else? What if this someone else attempts to recite it to you?" Scylla hummed, peppering the taller male with questions. This 'joking' was very confusing.

Memeathon: It took the Pansear a second to wrap his head around what she was saying. "Uh....Well, you don't have to tell someone else, it's just for fun. And you don't have to tell me if you told someone else. If someone tells you a joke you already know, you just say you know it." He blinked, "I didn't think jokes could get this technical."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla raised her finger to her lips in thought.
"There is technicality to everything, lest there be chaos. But, if it okay with you, I would prefer not to recite this...'joke' oddity. I do not comprehend it enough to recite it. Perhaps after I think about it for a day or two." She nodded, confident with her logic.

Memeathon: "Alright, whatever floats your boat." A whistle sounded, and he snapped his head towards the teacher.
"Today, we will be having skirmishes in which students are pitted against those they have a type disadvantage to. Do NOT make a move until I say so." As they began to list off pairings, he heard, "Brandon, you're with Scylla."
"Ha, wasn't one aqua tail enough?" He looked at her, suddenly not feeling very well.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla merely blinked at him. She'd already used Aqua tail once. They both had surprise on their hand.
Scylla walked to the battle post--one made of dirt with two chalk squares touching. She was pretty sure she would start with ice punch--in case the pansear had some comeback move.
Scylla bowed to Brandon, and then the battle started. She punched him square in the face with an icy fist. She knew it wasn't much damage, but she had to win this battle. He'd already embarrassed the crivens out of her enough.

Memeathon: Brandon staggered back a bit, but didn't collapse, like he was sure he would have if it wasn't an ice type move. He didn't even think about it- his next move just happened. He opened his mouth as wide as he could...
and let out a huge yawn. A bubble floated lazily towards Scylla, popping on her nose and making a wave of drowsiness flow over her.

Teddybears-hearts: What was...oh, Scylla was feeling sleepy. Very sleepy. She forced her eyes open, however, and fought the intense call for sleep, slamming into Brandon with all her might, an aqua tail.
Then, without further ado, fell dead asleep, her fluffy tail over Brandon's nose and mouth. She quickly began to dream.

Memeathon: Brandon did fall back this time, and was out cold when he hit his head on the ground.
When he woke up, he was in the nurse's office, and he felt like he had taken two Aqua Tails to the gut and a punch to the jaw. ...Which, y'know, he did.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla was growling in her sleep, swatting at the ghosts that were bothering her, begging for prank ideas, screaming in her ears, and all together being annoying. Scylla gave an angered chitter/bark and rolled on her side.
Then one of the ghosts had the nerve to pick her up.
Scylla barked angrily, clawing at the ghost, though her hands went right through them. She was going to kill that idiot ghost...
The ghost then had then dropped her on a soft pillow. It was much more comfortable than the ground. Scylla gave the twit an aggravated look, then curled up on her side, purring because the pillow was nice and soft.

Memeathon: Brandon groaned and set his head back down on the pillow. Glancing around, he spotted a familiar Buizel in the bed beside him, sleeping soundly. Ha, his yawn was pretty strong, huh? He was glad he used it- he would probably be dead if he hadn't.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla whined and chitter/barked again. Some flaming ghost was staring at her and it was getting creepy. She pawed at it, and it blew out like smoke before relighting. Curious, Scylla pawed at it again, giving a barking yelp when it doubled in size.
The flame stood over her, and Scylla did the only thing she could think of. Growl as loudly as she could pawing at it wildly.

Memeathon: Brandon stepped back a bit. Jesus, did she know fury swipes? If not, it sure looked like fury swipes. He put a hand over his nose- the scratches weren't deep. She was knocked out and she was still trying to kill him. Was that a sign that she didn't like him?

Teddybears-hearts: The flame jumped back, dimming a bit. Scylla's heart sped up rapidly, her breathing quickening. Was this ghost going to reap her soul? She was not ready to die--not by fire anyway. She tensed, her fur bristling and she drew herself to full height. She then yipped loudly, trying to alert the ghosts--anyone really--that she was in danger of being snatched.

Memeathon: Brandon winced a bit. Was she always such a loud sleeper? Maybe she was having a nightmare or something. If so, he should wake her up. Knowing better than to touch her at this point, he tried to poke her from a distance with a ruler.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla was petrified. The fire spirit grew a scythe out of nowhere smacked her with it. And still no one came to her defense. Fine then, Scylla would defeat the ghoul herself. She wasn't ready to die, she hadn't even sent her first letter to her parents yet!
"Hyepakkaaa!" Scylla used her chitter/bark like a battle cry and slammed into the ghost ready to take her soul with an iron tail in a full panic, waking herself up in the process.
"I ask you kindly not to reap the soul of a youth!" She screamed loudly.

Memeathon: After hearing her scream, Brandon jumped back a couple feet, and her iron tail just barely missed him. "Woah woah! I've had enough of your tail in my gut for a lifetime, Scylla!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla, however, didn't hear him. She hissed at him, and curled up on the bed, eyes frantic.
"Get away from me, you won't have my soul! I will live!" she growled, her tail starting to wrap in water for an aqua tail. Her whiskers bristled and stood on end in warning. She had yet to snap out of her dream.

Memeathon: Brandon took another large step back, figuring she was still kinda freaking out. He could see no better option than to mess with her. He made his voice as deep as he could. "I will have your soul, little Buizel! It will taste great with some fava beans and a nice chianti!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla barked out again.
"No, no! I am still alive! I shan't leave this world yet! Don't eat me! I shall not let you eat me!" Despite her brave words, Scylla was shaking like a leaf, fangs and claws bared, backing up against the headboard like a cornered cat.
"My soul is not yours! It is mine! I request you to leave my soul in peace!" She yelled at it once more, every hair on her tail standing up in fright.

Memeathon: He tried to do a dramatic villain laugh, but ended up coughing halfway through. When he managed to stop, he said, "I will eat what I please! I think your spicy soul might be better in some good chili, though! Or hot wing sauce!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla screamed as loud as she could, bringing her hands up over her head, though with her long sleeves, it only looked like a kitten pawing itself.
"N-no...please don't eat me. I beg of you, my soul is not good, it has the imprint of many ghosts on it, let me go! My soul would not fill you at all!" Scylla tried to reason with the ghoul frantically.
She was never going to make it to eighteen at this rate!
"Get away from my soul! Please abandon it and eat elsewhere!"

Memeathon: "Hmm..." Brandon pretended to think for a second. "Are you sure? Because I heard Burger King is having a 2-for-1 special on Whoppers. Do you think a Whopper would taste better than your soul?"

Teddybears-hearts: Whopper? What was a whopper? What is a burger king? What a confusing ghost...but a pass was a pass.
"Yes! Yes, this 'whopper' you speak of is much, much more pleasant than my soul! Eat it! Eat a thousand of them! Just, just, please don't eat me!" Scylla sniffed, tears of fear strolling down her cheeks as she began to cry softly.

Memeathon: Brandon froze. Oh shit, was she crying ? "Scylla? Scylla, you're dreaming. I'm not actually going to eat you. It's just Brandon. You're in the nurse's office."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla gasped for breath, eye glassy and unseeing.
"Y-you won't fool me, fire spirit! Now you have possessed that innocent pansear! Let him go, he never did anything to you!" She cried, tears streaming down her face even faster, her breathing uneven and rapid. She curled up even more.
Brandon's soul has been eaten!

Memeathon: Oh sweet jesus. This was a problem. He stood there for a moment, weighing his options, before deciding without a doubt on the best option. He crawled back and stood on top of his bed. "Wake up, Scylla!" He yelled, before throwing his pillow as hard as he could at her.

Teddybears-hearts: "Aaaahhh!" Scylla screamed as the pillow came flying at her. She ducked and, without hesitation pounced and swung at the "possessed" pansear.
"I will save you and myself Bradon, if you are in there!" She cried, her tail about to slam into him again with an aqua tail. She would get that ghost off of Brandon or die trying.

Memeathon: Brandon flung himself back and fell off the bed, hitting his back hard on the floor. "Scylla! You're dreaming! I am Brandon and I'm at least mostly sure I'm safe!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla growled at the possessed pansear, and jumped on him like a feral animal, ice punching him in the face as hard as she could.
"Let him go now!" She yelled, chomping down on his arm like a dog to a toy. "Stop using his voice you monster!"
All fear was gone now. Despite her confusion, she didn't mind the Pansear and wouldn't mind talking to him so he'd explain his jokes.
She growled as deeply as her voice could go, staring at the ghost with eyes of venom.
"Let. Him. Go."

Memeathon: Brandon had never been so scared in his life. He took the deepest breath he could manage with a small fox on his body, and when he exhaled let out a great ball of fire- Incinerate.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla yelped and let go of his arm as she was hit with incinerate, but it did little more than surprise her.
"I said, let him go!" She cried again, scratching at him, though it didn't do much since her fingernails weren't nearly as sharp as her teeth.
"P-please let him go!" She muttered, tails dropping.
"I don't know what I did, but take my soul. Let his be free." She whimpered. This was it, she was going to die, still scratching almost robotically.

Memeathon: Brandon pushed her off as gently as he could, holding one hand onto his sore jaw and the other on her shoulder. He had tried to tell her the truth, so he guessed now he was back to pretending. He lowered his voice again. "How noble of you. However, my love of Whoppers has overtaken me. I will leave both you and the extremely handsome Pansear alone."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla gasped as the ghost released Brandon and left...to do the"whoppering" presumably at the "Burger King", whatever the two of those may be.
Scylla shook off the confusion and looked down at the pansear and winced. What had that terrible ghost done to him?
"Brandon! Brandon! Are you okay? That dastardly ghost! That...awful fopdoodle hurt you. Can you breath okay? Can you stand? I vow I shall find that terrible ghost and put an end to it!" Scylla fussed, worried.

Memeathon: "Oh, I'm fine. I think you might need to see a doctor for delusions, though, 'cause there wasn't a ghost, and you punched me in the face." He looked down at his arm and winced. She had broken the skin, and he was bleeding. "And I might need a band-aid.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla gasped at the blood--the thing with the doctor flying over her head--and she rushed to find some gauze. She had never seen a possession where the ghost had actually broken skin before, so she had to be extra careful and alert.
Scylla wrapped his arm with gauze until it looked like a cast, Scylla looking over him worriedly for the ghost to come back and attack again.
"Are you feeling suitable? Do you hear any of the 'voices' Brandon?" She asked, her normal manner of speaking beginning to return though she was obviously jumpy--she'd just seen a possession!

Memeathon: He held up his arm a bit. "I think you put on too much gauze. It feels like you taped a weight on it. But yea, I feel alright." He glanced over at her. "But there wasn't a ghost, Scylla. I used yawn and you had some weird dream."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla shook her head and smiled lightly.
"Don't worry. It's okay to want to forget the experience. It must have been terrifying for you. Yet, I have never seen a ghost break the skin of victim before." She said, trying to be reassuring. She had wanted to add more gauze, but she figured that was a bit for the ghost to get through in the first place. She bit her thumb nervously.
"I hope that...un-ghost does not return." She hummed, mindful of Brandon's weariness towards the ghost.

Memeathon: "If anything, you were the one possessed. You woke up, but you still bit me in the arm." He couldn't read her face at all. She was...smiling? But she was crying earlier. Did she have mood swings?

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla fought the urge to reach up and pat the poor pansear's head. Obviously the poor gentleman was overwhelmed and exhausted from the fiendish ghost's havoc on his emotions.
"Don't worry," she smiled as if talking to a trauma patient and spoke softly and slowly, "The ghost is gone and will not hurt you anymore. It's okay." She reassured.

Memeathon: Brandon spoke exaggeratedly slow and softly in return. "There was not a ghost. I saw you dreaming, tried to wake you up, and you attacked me. Capiche?"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla sighed softly. That poor pansear.
"Shh. If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. It was traumatic. You may rest if you wish. I should return to gym seeing as the ghost left me unharmed." She hesitated, then awkwardly reached up and patted the pansear's head, flushed at how she was trying to comfort him.
What on earth was she doing?

Memeathon: Brandon tilted his head away so that she wasn't touching his hair poof. "Okay, but a) I'm pretty sure we've been out long enough that school is over, and 2) there wasn't a ghost ."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla quickly retreat, both physically and emotionally, looking at the clock to hide her embarrassment. Wow, the pansear was correct. School had let out an hour ago. So where on earth was the nurse?
"Y-you seem to be correct, Brandon. School has been out for nearly an hour. Also, it is quite alright. That ghost must have truly scared you. I'm so sorry, I should have known." Scylla murmured, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

Memeathon: Brandon blinked. "Wow, you're really stubborn as a Tauros, aren't you?" He shrugged. "Whatever, if you like your ghost story so much, don't let me stop you."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla played along, thinking that the ghost must have really scared the wits out of the Pansear.
"Well, if you ever need to talk I will be here for you...not only because of that terrible accident, but because i must have hurt you with that aqua tail. Do you feel okay?"

Memeathon: " Two Aqua Tails. You hit me once before you passed out." He stood up shakily. "I think I'm alright. I could so go for a Whopper, though."

Teddybears-hearts: "!!!" Just as Scylla was about to apologize, the ghost reappeared.
"YOU!" Scylla screamed, bristling angrily. "Go away! Get away from Brandon! I should have wrapped that Gauze thicker...Brandon if the ghost has not completely  reclaimed you, don't fret, I shall destroy this ghost now!" She cried, getting into a battle position.

Memeathon:: Brandon took a big step back. "C'mon, Scylla, don't do anything rash. I just want a hamburger." His tail swished nervously. "A-And actually, I know a much simpler way of getting rid of ghosts! One that involves less aqua tails!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla looked at him warily.
"Y-you aren't the ghost? You too know what this 'whopper' is then?" She asked, her posture relaxing ever so slightly.
"What is this 'whopper' and is it any good?" She asked him curiously. She'd heard the word 'burger' as well, but she didn't know what that was either.

Memeathon: He grinned. "Oh, yea! Whoppers are great. It's a type of hamburger they serve at Burger King. They have one in Goldenrod, you know. We should check it out sometime!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla tilted her head. Burger king? What was that?
"What is this 'burger king' too? I am guessing it is an establishment, so is it a restaurant of some sort?" Scylla asked, completely relaxed now.
Brandon was very confusing…

Memeathon: Brandon visibly relaxed. "Oh, yea, it's a fast food place. I go there all the time." He glanced at the clock. "And school's out, so we could go now if you want."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla hummed. Fast food?
"Yes. I am curious about this "fast food" you speak of. I shall pay for the meal, of course." Scylla hummed. She was muchly curious about modern food, and, well, she was quite hungry.
Just as she was thinking that, her stomach grumbled.
Scylla's eyes widened and she swerved her head away from Brandon as fast as she could and broke out into a furious blush, even the tops of her tails turning light pink.
"C-can we journey yonder then?!" She yelled, embarrassed.

Memeathon: Brandon laughed. "Oh, man, if a stomach growl flusters you, I can't wait to tell you dirty jokes." He grinned. "And I'm not gonna complain if you pay. Let's get a move on."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked. What is a...nevermind. She probably did not want to know.
She made a gesture for the Pansear to go first.
"I do not know where this establishment is, so can you please go first?" She asked, making a shooing gesture towards the door.

Memeathon: "As long as you promise not to attack me from behind." He was only half-joking. He couldn't handle another Aqua Tail. Regardless, he led the way out of the nurse's office.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked, confused.
"Why would I attack you?" She asked, but she didn't focus on that, instead focusing on going into the town. Her life revolved around the mansion and pokemon tower, and she did not see many people in either of those places, so she was understandable excited, only her personality stopping her from positively skipping.

Memeathon: Outside, a fair amount of people were milling around, mostly students that were out of school. They got a few funny looks, but it was probably because of the mountain of gauze on his arm. He led her into the Burger King, which wasn't packed, but wasn't empty either. "Ok, fast food protocol." He whispered to her. "Wait in line. When you get in front of a cashier, choose which number on the big lighted board you want and tell them you want it. Pay them, get your food, and eat. Questions?"

Teddybears-hearts: "Oh yes!" Scylla cried, finding the entire deal odd.
"Firstly, as for the line, is there a certain amount of space we must stand from the next customer? Also, is there an estimated wait time? Secondly, Am i not already in front of the cashier? Do I say my order from here then? Thirdly, I do not know what any of the food items on that blinking board is. Fourthly, where are we supposed to eat? Do we eat in line? Is there some sort of code we are supposed to ask the cashier? What types of currency are accepted and commonly used? What else are we to do afterwards?" She said, all in one breath.

Memeathon: Brandon blinked for a second, and then took a deep breath. "Just far enough that you aren't in their bubble, probably a couple feet. No estimated wait time, but it shouldn't take very long, because it's fast food. No, there can only be the counter in front of you and the cashier, no other people." He hesitated. "You lost me after those. A little slower next time? Or, like, one at a time?"

Teddybears-hearts: "Ah, I apologise." Scylla said sadly.
"Well, I do not know any of the items. Where are we supposed to eat? Do we eat in line? Is there some sort of code we are supposed to ask the cashier? What types of currency are accepted and commonly used? What else are we to do afterwards?" She asked again, slower and and softer, like speaking to a child.

Memeathon: "We eat whatever we order, don't worry, we're both getting Whoppers. We eat at one of the open tables, like when we eat lunch in the cafeteria. Not really? You just say like, 'Can I get a number 4', or whatever you want. The currency of the region you're in. And when you're done eating you just leave."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla listened to the pansear quietly.
"I see...so I am to walk up to the counter, ask for the "number four" give the cashier a hundred dollar bill, eat where I am, then leave. I understand." Scylla said, pulling a hundred out of her small pumpkaboo shaped change purse.

Memeathon: "No, wait, hold on." He hesitated, "First off, your purse is adorable. Second, we're getting two number 1s, because that's the Whopper. A hundred dollar bill is too big, a twenty should be fine. We take our food and eat at the table. The rest you've got, I think."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked.
"Oh, I see. I think I might have some change from lunch..." She muttered, opening her change purse again and pulling out a twenty. "This is the acceptable amount, I believe." She said proudly, then looked around, and then looked through a window to see outside.
"Are we to eat in here or outside?" She asked, then remembered the comment about her purse.
"Thank you! It was a going away gift from the ghosts because my parents forgot to give me anything. It even does the, 'glowing in the dark' as well!" She said, adoringly.

Memeathon: He ignored the ghost comment completely. "Dude, that's sweet. Also, whichever, it doesn't matter. We don't even have to eat here- we can take it wherever we want."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla giggled quietly.
"Yes! I have never seen something turn neon green before!" She snickered at the memories of the spectacle. The first time she'd seen it glow in the dark she'd thought it was possessed and tried to beat it with a bat. She'd only recently learned it was the 'glow in the dark'.
"Where would you prefer to eat at?" She asked, curious. "I have not been in town before and I do not know what you prefer to do."

Memeathon: "Let's just stay in here for now. Baby steps- don't wanna overload you with information." He looked towards the counter, seeing the line wasn't very long. "Ready to get in line?"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla's eyes sparkled slightly with excitement--they were going in line now!
"Yes, I am in full preparation." She said, watching the people in front of her like a hawk, then turned to stare at the pansear to see what he did in line.

Memeathon: Brandon just sorta stood around, and looked up at the board. Did the Whopper have tomato? Probably. He'd have to ask for no tomato. And extra onions, hopefully. Maybe he should just pick the tomatoes off, that might be too much for Scylla.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla watched Brandon for a few more seconds, then copied him and stared at the board as well. She wondered quietly what on earth the Whopper was. From what the pansear said, it must be good, but, what was on it? How was she to eat it? With a fork and knife? Was there a different utensil she needs to use? What even were the proper table manners for a "Fast food"?

Memeathon: Once there was only one more person in line besides them, Brandon turned and whispered to Scylla again. "Do you think you've learned enough to be able to order? It's a big step, so there's no shame in not being prepared."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla looked up at him and whispered back.
"I am to walk up and demand the 'number one' yes? And then I give the cashier a twenty, as well, correct?" She asked. In all actuality, she was less than confident, but she would go to an early grave before she told Brandon that.

Memeathon: "Don't demand it. Just go up and say something like, 'Hello, may I get two number ones, please?' And when the cashier says your total, give them the money. After you get your food, tell them to have a good day, and then I'll grab the food and find us a table."

Teddybears-hearts: "'Hello, may I get two number ones, please?' and then I give the cashier the total, I understand." Scylla nodded, and waited tensely for the customer in front of them to say their order.
Scylla waited with her heart in her throat, fighting the urge to fidget.

Memeathon: "Nono, the cashier adds up how much it'll be, and then they're done, you give them the money."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked. She was wrong again.
"Oh, I see." She said, shocked. Just then, the customer finished their order and stepped to the side. Scylla took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, then took a hesitant step forward.

Memeathon: The cashier smiled up at her. "Hi, what can I get you?" Brandon nudged her and gave her a thumbs up, Oh man, this was going to go either amazing or terrible.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla smoothed down her shaking and gave a steely gaze to the cashier. It was now or never...!
"Hello, I would like two of the, "number ones" please."  She said as strongly as she could, even though she wanted to run and hide behind the taller pansear at the moment.
'i'm such a cumberworld.' she thought, but kept an almost glare on the cashier

Memeathon: The cashier flinched a bit under Scylla's glare. "What size would you like that, Madam?" Brandon blinked. Shit, he had forgotten about that. He looked at Scylla worriedly.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla stopped dead, and gave Brandon her infamous death glare, then turned back to the cashier with an equally strong glare.
"What are the available sizes?!" She barked, but inwardly she was crying.
'oh dear this is so terrible...' she sobbed to herself, though she bristled her fur and drew herself up to full height outwardly--how dare that cashier try to make her look idiotic!

Memeathon: The cashier sunk down a bit where they stood. "Uh...small, medium, and large?" They squeaked. Brandon stepped forward. "Medium on both is fine." The cashier looked a little relieved, and punched in the numbers into the cash register. "That'll be $8.54."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla blinked and handed--more like slammed on the table-- the cashier her twenty.
'so this 'whoppers' have sizes too?' she thought, but kept a steady glare on the cashier.  They must be mocking her silently, and were hiding their face so she wouldn't see it! Scylla felt her embarrassment fading and her annoyance was very quickly growing.

Memeathon: The Liepard flinched hard, carefully taking her bill with a shaking hand and starting to count out change. "Scylla?" Brandon whispered, glancing around at the patrons who were now staring. "No need to be so violent. If you're mean to people who make your food they'll spit in it."

Teddybears-hearts: As soon as Scylla heard that, her glare on the cashier intensified dramatically.
That cashier had insulted her intelligence, was going to dirty her food, and Brandon was standing up for them?! She stared the cashier down for another moment, focusing her anger on them so she didn't use another aqua tail on the pansear in a fit of rage.

Memeathon: The cashier shakily handed her her change, damn near hiding behind the counter. "E-11.46 is your change." Their voice cracked as they said, "Have a great day."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla gave them a glare that could shatter souls as she said back coldly,
"Enjoy your remaining days." And walked ahead of brandon, though she had no idea where she was going.

Memeathon: Brandon grabbed their food, gave a sympathetic smile to the cashier, and jogged after Scylla. "Hey, so, uh...what was all that about? You probably gave that guy a heart attack."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla spun around and gave Brandon an equally angry glare.
"Don't. Can we attempt to eat these, 'whoppers' before they get cold?" She asked, trying to calm herself down.

Memeathon: "Oh, yea, sure." He dug into the bag and handed her the burger. "And we forgot to get our drinks...do you want your fries, too?"

Teddybears-hearts: What are...?
Scylla could only blink at Brandon, her annoyance fading completely.
"What are the 'fries' you speak of?" She asked, bewildered.

Memeathon: Brandon grinned and handed her the fries. "One of the best parts of the meal. They're fried potatoes."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla's eyes widened.
"You fry potatoes? May I try one?" She asked, looking at the bag hesitantly, then at the burger. Could she even eat all of that? She was beginning to feel guilty for glaring at the cashier.

Memeathon: "This entire thing is yours. Mine came with my own." He pulled out a second one to show her, and then popped a few in his mouth. "Needs ketchup."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla cocked her head at him, then tried one of the fries.
Her eyes lit up like stars.
"Oh my this are excellent! Oh dear, now I have to go find that poor cashier and apologize..." She said, somewhat sadly, getting up to go to the cashier.

Memeathon: "Hold on- at least eat your burger first. Like you said, don't want it to get cold."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla nodded.
"Ah yes, you are correct." She sat down and unwrapped the burger, looking at it curiously for a second, before biting.
"Heavens, this is delectable!" Her voice rose in pitch even though she was still quiet. As soon as she swallowed the bite, she felt an odd itch in her throat, but ignored it, simply clearing her throat and taking another bite from the burger.

Memeathon: Brandon grinned over at her. "Oh, yea. For all the problems it causes, that's one thing the poor people get- we eat at places like this all the time!"

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla tilted her head to the side.
"Truly? As I have said I have never eaten out before...as a matter of fact before I came to Harmonia Academy all I ever saw was Pokemon Tower and the mansion." She said, humming quietly as she ate the burger and fries.
She was starting to feel lightheaded and sick, but she ignored it, as the burger was so delicious.

Memeathon: "That's a damn shame. To be trapped, when just outside, burgers like these were waiting for you."

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla shrugged, unbothered...when a cough was forced from her throat. Scylla ignored it, but another rose up from her throat and another, another until she was hacking, clawing at her throat with one hand and waved at brandon frantically with another.

Memeathon: Brandon's blood went cold. "Are you okay? Are you choking? I don't actually know the Heimlich!" He looked back at the Burger King. "Don't worry, don't panic. Let's get you back inside." He wrapped an arm around her and half-shoved her towards the restaurant.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla was starting to panic. She couldn't stop coughing, no matter what she tried to do. At being pushed, her knees buckled and she collapsed against the ground, but she didn't seem to notice, wheezing as she tried to inhale but failed.
Her coughs were getting weaker and she was beginning to lose focus on trying to breathe, and she could no longer hear her frenzied coughing over her head's pounding.

Memeathon: Brandon just stood there for a second after she fell, eyes wide. "Shit, shit shit shit." He pulled out his phone and started typing in 911- wait, shit, that was the emergency number in Unova. What was it in Johto? It took him a few seconds to remember, but he managed to get it in.

Teddybears-hearts: Scylla did not seem to notice what the pansear was doing, because all the could feel or think was painpainpainpain. It hurt and her life--as uneventful as it was--was flashing before her.
Her mind focused briefly on the ghost for a second--"I bet that terrible phantom did this."
A few seconds more, and her coughing was so weak all she could feel were the vibrations in her throat, and her face was burning.
'odd' Scylla thought to herself through her panicked daze as her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
this was ssso big i had to submit it in multiple parts riP
brandon and scylla ( Teddybears-hearts ) meet, go to the nurses office, and learn how to order at burger king in this thrilling first part!

this part is 6,860 without the usernames and its like, a little less than half the whole ||D
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//weeps this is long