Post by manish on Feb 20, 2023 11:37:42 GMT 9
Hiding out in the Junkyard was probably not Manish’s brightest idea, but lately he’d been having tons of not bright ideas, so why not lean into it? Or, rather, lean away from other people and spend some time out where very few people were bound to be. Hence, Junkyard.
Now that he was actually in the Junkyard, though, he was really regretting his choice. If he wasn’t so actively avoiding going to Orion’s Mom’s house, he would really like to get some shoes from her. But. Well, she was weird and kept calling him her son and that was just ridiculous. He wasn’t Orion’s brother (even if that sounded kind of cool) and she definitely wasn’t his mom. So, no, getting shoes wasn’t really an option, even if he did have a full body shiver every single time he stepped in…something. He wasn’t going to look too closely at what any of it was. Even his mushrooms seemed hesitant to grow in the muck; they popped out of the ground then shrunk back down.
At least he couldn’t smell anything. Ever since he started learning how to paint from Ocean and picked up a new class because of it, he could only smell acetone. At first he thought it was just because he wasn’t washing his hands enough after painting, but after talking to a very disgusted Narrator he had to accept that the smell was coming from him. Again, still better than whatever smell was coming from the Junkyard.
Speaking of…well, he was alone. Surely no one was around and would notice if he maybe did a little more practice of painting? Everything around was trash anyway, no one would care if he painted them. Probably. Hopefully. He took a fast look around himself before reaching into his pocket to pull out Ocean’s pokeball. He fumbled around for a while, reaching in deep to the pockets, but he couldn’t find the right ball. Manish grumbled and started to dig more aggressively. His jostling smacked into one of the balls he hadn’t opened in a long time. Like, a long long time. The ball dropped out of his pocket, rolled through some slime, and then in a flash a Magikarp appeared.
“Huh? What’re you doing out?”
<Water.>
“What?”
<Water!>
Manish’s eyes widened as he realized. “Oh, oh! Oh okay hold on, okay just a second, oh heck. Hold on. I think there’s a uh, a pond? But I don’t know if you want to go into it, I don’t think it’s water?”
<Water! Water!> the Magikarp started to Splash around, causing a spray of gunk to splatter Manish.
“Ah! Stop, oh jeez, I think it,” Manish gagged for a moment, “oh heck it went in my mouth.”
As Manish hacked up goo, the blue Magikarp managed to splash over to a pond of what was hopefully mostly water.
“Wait, ugh gross, come back!” But Magikarp wasn’t listening, it was too busy trying to swim away from him. "Heck. Well now how to I get it back?" Manish grumbled.
Now that he was actually in the Junkyard, though, he was really regretting his choice. If he wasn’t so actively avoiding going to Orion’s Mom’s house, he would really like to get some shoes from her. But. Well, she was weird and kept calling him her son and that was just ridiculous. He wasn’t Orion’s brother (even if that sounded kind of cool) and she definitely wasn’t his mom. So, no, getting shoes wasn’t really an option, even if he did have a full body shiver every single time he stepped in…something. He wasn’t going to look too closely at what any of it was. Even his mushrooms seemed hesitant to grow in the muck; they popped out of the ground then shrunk back down.
At least he couldn’t smell anything. Ever since he started learning how to paint from Ocean and picked up a new class because of it, he could only smell acetone. At first he thought it was just because he wasn’t washing his hands enough after painting, but after talking to a very disgusted Narrator he had to accept that the smell was coming from him. Again, still better than whatever smell was coming from the Junkyard.
Speaking of…well, he was alone. Surely no one was around and would notice if he maybe did a little more practice of painting? Everything around was trash anyway, no one would care if he painted them. Probably. Hopefully. He took a fast look around himself before reaching into his pocket to pull out Ocean’s pokeball. He fumbled around for a while, reaching in deep to the pockets, but he couldn’t find the right ball. Manish grumbled and started to dig more aggressively. His jostling smacked into one of the balls he hadn’t opened in a long time. Like, a long long time. The ball dropped out of his pocket, rolled through some slime, and then in a flash a Magikarp appeared.
“Huh? What’re you doing out?”
<Water.>
“What?”
<Water!>
Manish’s eyes widened as he realized. “Oh, oh! Oh okay hold on, okay just a second, oh heck. Hold on. I think there’s a uh, a pond? But I don’t know if you want to go into it, I don’t think it’s water?”
<Water! Water!> the Magikarp started to Splash around, causing a spray of gunk to splatter Manish.
“Ah! Stop, oh jeez, I think it,” Manish gagged for a moment, “oh heck it went in my mouth.”
As Manish hacked up goo, the blue Magikarp managed to splash over to a pond of what was hopefully mostly water.
“Wait, ugh gross, come back!” But Magikarp wasn’t listening, it was too busy trying to swim away from him. "Heck. Well now how to I get it back?" Manish grumbled.
