Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 4:17:41 GMT
Mew was wandering around this new fair. It was a bit overwhelming, but it was quite cool. It had been to a few formal festivals and celebrations, but nothing quite so very small-town and cute as this. It was just too bad there wasn't a Ferris wheel. That would have been nice; it would have reminded it of home a little. Unova's Ferris wheel was well known throughout the regions, and Mew had been when it was first built and Victini was showing off to it. Mew frowned. It had to be homesick if it was somehow missing Victini of all Pokemon... It wasn't even one of its children, really! It shook its head. It would figure out a way home! Mew giggled when suddenly a particularly accurate image of Arceus freaking out upon noticing its absence. Yep, it would be found.
For now, however, Mew was going to try out this fair! Despite flight instincts that were begging it to transform or turn invisible or run away from the crowd of people, Mew flitted between people, expertly weaving through them. Its smooth movements were reminiscent of a flying snake of a gliding ice skater, and the image was complete until one looked at its feet. They looked a bit clumsy, and one had bandages all over it. Don't poke fun! Walking's hard when your prior feet were little more than vestigial structures to balance on when sitting down. It was really its body's natural smooth movement from flight that was giving the illusion of gracefulness. Anyway, Mew glanced about the crowded field, looking for something to do. Suddenly, it saw something it thought it knew, or at least thought it could compete at: a shooting gallery labeled 'Hydro Pump!"
As soon as Mew went up to the tent, it noticed how wet everything was. The walls looked as though a hurricane had poured atop them and the poor, bedraggled targets had been set in front of what was like Hydro Pumping Blastoise who, while the other was recharging, would hit instead, leaving the wooden scarecrows under constant wrath and the paint cascading down the sides. They clearly weren't built for the use the stand was getting or the oddly high-pressure guns. They were rather far back, and hard to reach. Suddenly, a rather sopping man with black hair plastered to his head and eyes like the ocean walked out.
"I assume you want to play a round?" He looked oddly terrified at the idea. "Give me a dollar." Mew scrounged around in those thingies in its pants (known to the general population as 'pockets') for the dollar. Things were cheap around here compared to in Kanto! A Poke was worth maybe a piece of candy at home. Then again, even young children would carry some amount above Thirty Poke on hand most of the time, so perhaps a dollar was worth more here than a Poke was worth at home.
"Here you go~!" it chirped, handing over the bill. The man gingerly handed the water gun to Mew. It nodded, and took aim. The first shot missed entirely, causing the skittish stand-owner to jump. However, that I've shot gave Mew all the data it needed. It had long history of learning moves at random and adjusting to be capable of aiming them all if it had to, so this was little different. It aimed again. This reminded it of the move Water Pulse, so it'd treat the gun' said like Water Pulse's aim! When it took aim again, it was dead-on, causing a little bell to go off somewhere. The stand-owner braced itself, right before Mew completely slaughtered the game machine. It felt remarkably pleased with itself.
"MEW! That was fun!" Probably because of his job, the stand operator didn't bother asking what 'Mew' meant or why Mew was saying its own name as an exclamation. "Can I have that cute bear? Pleasseee?" The man nodded and retrieved one of the few things that were not soaking wet in the stand: a stuffed bear. It was a lovely shade of brown, and it was soft, and it had black eyes. Mew was planning on buying a sewing kit at the Mall after seeing the bear; it was only missing the large crescent moon. "Thank you! I'll name you Ursa! You're cute!" The man smiled a little, though he was still on edge. Mew thought.
"Can I have a free game? I want to compete against someone!" The man looked hesitant, but finally acquiesced.
"Fine," he muttered.
"MEW!" Mes sat down, waiting for someone who'd play against it.
For now, however, Mew was going to try out this fair! Despite flight instincts that were begging it to transform or turn invisible or run away from the crowd of people, Mew flitted between people, expertly weaving through them. Its smooth movements were reminiscent of a flying snake of a gliding ice skater, and the image was complete until one looked at its feet. They looked a bit clumsy, and one had bandages all over it. Don't poke fun! Walking's hard when your prior feet were little more than vestigial structures to balance on when sitting down. It was really its body's natural smooth movement from flight that was giving the illusion of gracefulness. Anyway, Mew glanced about the crowded field, looking for something to do. Suddenly, it saw something it thought it knew, or at least thought it could compete at: a shooting gallery labeled 'Hydro Pump!"
As soon as Mew went up to the tent, it noticed how wet everything was. The walls looked as though a hurricane had poured atop them and the poor, bedraggled targets had been set in front of what was like Hydro Pumping Blastoise who, while the other was recharging, would hit instead, leaving the wooden scarecrows under constant wrath and the paint cascading down the sides. They clearly weren't built for the use the stand was getting or the oddly high-pressure guns. They were rather far back, and hard to reach. Suddenly, a rather sopping man with black hair plastered to his head and eyes like the ocean walked out.
"I assume you want to play a round?" He looked oddly terrified at the idea. "Give me a dollar." Mew scrounged around in those thingies in its pants (known to the general population as 'pockets') for the dollar. Things were cheap around here compared to in Kanto! A Poke was worth maybe a piece of candy at home. Then again, even young children would carry some amount above Thirty Poke on hand most of the time, so perhaps a dollar was worth more here than a Poke was worth at home.
"Here you go~!" it chirped, handing over the bill. The man gingerly handed the water gun to Mew. It nodded, and took aim. The first shot missed entirely, causing the skittish stand-owner to jump. However, that I've shot gave Mew all the data it needed. It had long history of learning moves at random and adjusting to be capable of aiming them all if it had to, so this was little different. It aimed again. This reminded it of the move Water Pulse, so it'd treat the gun' said like Water Pulse's aim! When it took aim again, it was dead-on, causing a little bell to go off somewhere. The stand-owner braced itself, right before Mew completely slaughtered the game machine. It felt remarkably pleased with itself.
"MEW! That was fun!" Probably because of his job, the stand operator didn't bother asking what 'Mew' meant or why Mew was saying its own name as an exclamation. "Can I have that cute bear? Pleasseee?" The man nodded and retrieved one of the few things that were not soaking wet in the stand: a stuffed bear. It was a lovely shade of brown, and it was soft, and it had black eyes. Mew was planning on buying a sewing kit at the Mall after seeing the bear; it was only missing the large crescent moon. "Thank you! I'll name you Ursa! You're cute!" The man smiled a little, though he was still on edge. Mew thought.
"Can I have a free game? I want to compete against someone!" The man looked hesitant, but finally acquiesced.
"Fine," he muttered.
"MEW!" Mes sat down, waiting for someone who'd play against it.
