Magical Brownies {Closed}

[Evan Brackett]

"I'm not a lifeguard, just someone who really appreciates brownies. And not having dead friends," Evan said with a laugh, amused by the other boy's antics. He handed the tupperware over, grabbing a brownie once it was obvious they weren't soggy.

Evan batted the other boy away at first, fighting whatever crazy idea he had for camouflage. Obviously, Horus won out in the end, when he managed to lodge two sticks in his hair and call them antlers. "Really? Sick. I can pretend to be a stantler, and it won't be afraid of me," he said confidently. Maybe disguises weren't such a horrible idea after all.

He adjusted the twigs to make sure they were secure behind his ears, then smeared some mud on his face and shoulders so he'd look more deer-like. Getting on his hands and knees, he crawled through the grass after Horus. As Van moved along, he had to keep wrestling with vegetation around him that his antlers got caught on, grumbling whenever he had to pause to fix them. Although, he quieted down and nodded at Horus' words once they were closer to their target.

Using a fern for cover, Evan peered through it's fronds and watched the dog sniff around the tree line. He pulled a brownie out of the tupperware in preparation, then popped out from his hiding place. The dog looked up at him with a cocked head, obviously confused by the boy's appearance, but he took it as a sign that his disguise worked.

Like with the chansey, Evan broke off a bit of brownie and threw it towards the pokemon. Only this time, instead of running away, the entei looked curiously at the sweet and began to sniff it. "Hey, hey, he's going for it," the brunette said excitedly, shaking Horus's shoulder. "Quick, use the pokeball on him before he gets away." He looked back at the dog, beaming. This was gonna be awesome...if the pokeball decided to work properly this time.

[Horus Richmond]

Horus stared at Stantler Evan or a moment, then grinned. "Y'know, that kinda suits ya. I'mma draw y'as an anthro Stantler when w'get back t'mine." There was now the perfect idea of doing a little clay figurine of Evan as a stantler boy with a cute little LeviMew balancing on his pink tail next to him, he just needed to steal the clay from the art department. Or buy more Sculpie. Whichever was easiest.

As the pair crawled through the undergrowth, Horus bounced eagerly as the Entei tilted his head at them. "He's fooled!" He hissed under his breath, moving on his belly and elbows till he had a clear view of their quarry. The poor dog just wagged, looking delighted that he was getting attention from two very strange boys who clearly wanted to play. He nibbled on the brownie and then spun around in a circle, ears perking up.

"He's a pretty chill Entei." Horus said thoughtfully, moving to grab one of the pokeballs and hurl it over to the rare pokemon. Thankfully for the stray dog, this particular pokeball was a tennis ball, and instead of being hurt by a rock, he bounded after it and then sat down in front of them, dropping it and looking pleased with himself. "Hey, that's... d'ya think h'likes us?" Horus wondered, glancing over at Evan before slowly reaching out with his hands to touch the legendary.

As it was, the Entei that was actually a stray leant in to Horus' hands and then began to lick the dirt off his face. "Hey there big dude, y'wanna be m'pokemon?" He looked over at Evan. "Me an' Evan are gonna take th'best care o'ya." The dog's tail just wagged harder, and he then lay down and bared his stomach, demanding a tummy rub. "This 's th'best day EVER." Horus concluded.

[Evan Brackett]

Evan grinned at the other boy's compliment. "Cool, thanks man." He always loved when Horus gave him art gifts. It didn't matter that they were practically free to make (completely free when the supplies came from the art department), he just appreciated the fact that someone made him something special. Unfortunately, the sculptures would confuse him--he wouldn't understand where the mew came from, at least--but he'd appreciate them all the same.

"I know!" Van replied in a whisper, grinning at the blond. He watched in anticipation as his friend threw the pokeball, but it ricocheted off the ground and bounced into the forest without opening. The entei disappeared after it. The phaser was disappointed at first, thinking that they had lost their chance at catching the legendary, but then he returned with the pokeball in his mouth. "He must, otherwise he would have run away!" His response was full of excitement, disbelief, and relief. "Are you going to name him?"

Evan followed the blond out of the brush and began to scratch the dog's back. He was happy for his friend's success, but seeing Horus with his new entei made him jealous. "Do you think we could catch a Pokemon for me, now?" he asked, pulling a rock pokeball out of his pocket and rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. "With an entei, we could catch anything. Even a shiny red gyarados." It was only fair that if Horus got the entei, then Evan should get the shiny. A rare for a rare.

The only problem with that was getting to the middle of the lake without a boat or a different water pokemon, and he definitely wasn't going to risk bringing Horus out there again after he almost drowned. "But we have to find a way to get it to shore," he decided, starting to make his way back to the beach they washed up on. This was going to be more difficult than before, even with an entei to help them battle.

[Horus Richmond]

If Evan loved getting art gifts, Horus loved making them more. There was nothing more fun than fiddling around with a piece of paper, or a lump of clay and making something totally awesome. Horus had no want to do anything in his life but MAKE things. And maybe eat. And sleep a lot. Especially if the sleeping involved tall mancushion Evan. But not in a sexual way, he hastens to add. He likes Evan in a I would cuddle you and punch a bear for you, but no homo way.

"Aww man, m' an' m'Entei are gonna kick some wicked ass." He said with a grin, as the dog rested his chin on Horus' shoulder. "I'mma call him..." He paused, sticking his tongue out of his mouth in an expression that alarmingly resembled the poor confused dog's. "Uh... fire pokemon... dog pokemon... fire... dog..." Horus tapped his head to try and make it think faster, but with that amount of hallucinogen in his body, I'm surprised he's not singing the polka in a tutu right now. "I'mma call him Crimson. 'Cause red and fire an' 's kinda arty but not." He explained, before looking up at Evan with wide eyes.

Yes, they needed to get that Gyarados, else Evan wouldn't get a pokemon and that'd be terrible. Indeed, he followed Evan to the shore of the lake, looked down at the brownies and then blinked when the Entei-that-was-a-dog named Crimson leapt into the water and began snapping inanely at the fish. "YEAH! Y'go Crimson! Beat those magikarp!" He hollered, throwing a bit of brownie at them, before looking at Evan.

"Hey, 'f Crimmy pisses off th'Gyarados, 't'll come up an' stuff, then I can weaken 't an' it'll be yours." He explained, hoping the dog stirred up the giant dragon soon. Of course, Horus wasn't to know that a few other creatures had begun acting a little odd after the nibblings of brownies, and there was a small pack of giddy rabbits running into people and terrorising picnics. He just wants to go on a pokemon journey with Evan and maybe meet Mew Two. Or Arceus.

"We'll never have t'get plane tickets ever 'gain. W'can catch bird pokemon an' teach 'em fly an' w'can go EVERYWHERE!"

[Hart Kenney]

Not much went on in Pilot Ridge, which was probably why Hart was surprised and mildly annoyed when his game of Sushi Cat got interrupted by actual work. Pilot Ridge wasn't supposed to get phone calls about disturbances, that simply didn't happen, which was really a rather good thing considering the police force consisted of three individuals.

Still, he was as polite and calm as possible, a difficult task considering the woman on the other end of the line sounded like she was about to break down. Something about naked teenage boys being uncivilized and drowning. Or possibly drowning other people.

He finally managed to get out of her exactly what she thought was wrong, as well as the location, and told her an officer would be out as soon as possible. The team was already out patrolling, so that would be whomever was closest to the scene when he put out his call.

"There's a report of an 818 and 314 by the lake." As always, the crackle of the transmitter made his message sound a bit garbled even to him. "Can the closest patrol car go check things out?"

((in and out for Hart ;D))

[Sloane Deveraux]

Contrary to popular belief, not all cops were built the same. Not all were nice guys with roly poly bellies with an insatiable adoration for donuts. So while Sloane, in full uniform, patrolled Pilot Ridge, there wasn't a smile on her face nor was there a donut in hand. Her hands were both tucked into the belt around her pants, close to her baton and badge.

She looked way too serious for the sleepy town of Pilot Ridge but that was just the way she was. At least she didn't glare at the old lady trying to ask her the direction to a shoe store. She even stood there all stoic as the lady rambled about how she wanted to surprise her granddaughter with new ballet flats. But the moment the old lady crossed the street, Sloane could not have walked away faster.

She had turned a corner a few blocks away from the lake when her receiver crackled to life, reporting public disturbance and indecent exposure. Sloane groaned and pulled the receiver closer to her mouth. "Despatch, this is Officer Deveraux. I'm on my way." Sloane walked a little faster to get to the scene where two boys were on the ground trying to coax a dog. With an eyebrow raised, she walked over to the two boys, now seeing one of them naked except for his boxers.

"Boys, trying to drown the dog or something?" Sloane asked, her face clearly not a happy one.

[Evan Brackett]

Van nodded. "Oh, yeah! That's a good a one," he complimented, admiring the other boy's naming taste. He was going to have to come up with a good one for his gyarados as well. Probably something water-related, like Hurricane, or dragon-related, like Strabo. Of course, they still needed to catch the beast first, which was another matter entirely. He'd have to ponder about a name in the meantime.

Coming up from behind and snatching another brownie out of the tupperware, Evan watched with amusement as Crimson chased the fish. "That's good," he encouraged between bites. "He's got good attacks, doesn't he?" There was a distinct lack of concern for the fish on his part, but pokemon never actually died. They only fainted. What could possibly go wrong? Well, other than the gyarados appearing out of nowhere and kicking their asses with a good Dragon Rage, but that's why they had an entei there to fight for them.

He, too, was blissfully unaware of the other wild animals being effected by their careless use of brownie bait. That was going to make him feel extremely awful later, when he did find out. But for the time being, he was just having fun. "Heck yeah! I wanna get a pidgey and train him to be a pidgeot and he's gonna be an awesome flyer!" Van could already picture all the cool places they were going to go, and he could bring Levi on some awesome dates too. Exotic locations, oh yeah.

He jumped at the sound of another's person's voice, causing one of his antlers to flop forward. It was a relief to see it was just one of the characters from the show. "Officer Jenny!" he exclaimed, grinning at the police woman. "You mean Crimson? Naw, 'course not. We're trying to catch the red gyarados...that's okay, right? It's not poaching, is it?" That would be sad, because he didn't want to hurt the gyarados, he just wanted it to be his pokemon. A loyal companion. Like Pikachu was for Ash. Even if he had to work to gain the shiny's trust and prove to him that he was a good trainer, it would be totally worth it.

Then it occurred to him that maybe that was the reason none of the pokeballs worked. This was a Pokemon reservation, and they actually weren't suppose to be trying to catch the Pokemon there. "Oh, is this a reserve?" he asked, thinking that the police of all people would know. Looking at his friend, he went on, "Horus, I think this is the wrong lake. That's probably why we haven't found the shiny yet."

[Horus Richmond]

Pleased with Evan's approval of his naming techniques, Horus gave Crimson a good ruffle of the fur. The dog seemed delighted to have gained a new master and some delicious brownie at the same time (please don't give him any more Horus, dogs can't eat chocolate), and was also happy to run in and out of the lake pissing off all the fish in there.

"Yeah, 't looks like he's doin' extremespeed on th'karp." He agreed, wondering if an Entei knowing that move was especially rare. If so, even more neat. He'd been reading about rare egg moves and EV's for ages last time he'd played Pokemon Platinum. "That's a pretty rare move s'that makes up f'th'fact h'ain't shiny."

Of course, then Evan refered to what bird pokemon he'd get, and Horus wrinkled his nose. He didn't want a pidgie! He wanted something totally different like... like a Honchkrow! Or maybe even a neat Farfetch'd would be cool. "An' we can go travellin' th'world f'new creatures! An' be pokemon masters." He paused, flopping down to sit at the shore. "What 'f I suck at battlin' though dude?" His face fell. "Like... iunno. Those people y'meet on Nugget Bridge." That would be awful, and he'd be sad to see his AWESOME Entei be defeated by other people. Though maybe he and Evan could train together! And then be an awesome team.

Horus, too, jumped when another voice was heard, and the blonde looked horrified. "I ain't never gonna drown a dog!" He declared, before cocking his head. Officer Jenny was pretty hot in the flesh. Bow chicka wow wow. "Crimson an' us are jus' tryin' t'get Evan a shiny. 'Cause I got an Entei s'he gets th'big grumpy ass dragon." He grinned, calling the Entei back and snuggling it's damp fur. The idea of them poaching was totally outrageous! There were no signs up or anything, so what the hell?

His face fell when Evan explained how this could be the wrong lake. "I ain't givin' Crim back!" He declared, scoffing another brownie. "'Cause he picked me an' that ain't fair elsewise." Horus tried to explain, defensively cuddling the dog close to him. But Officer Jenny was always nice in the TV shows so there was no way she'd do that to him. "Shall w'go t'nother lake then?" He asked, ignoring the woman for a moment. "'Cause I think there's one nearb- OHEMGEE."

Horus smacked his mouth, bouncing in delight. "Where are there tons o'frickin' magikarp? Th'SCHOOL POND! There's probably a deeper bit t'it an'the Gyarados 's lurkin' down there."

[Sloane Deveraux]

When the boy called her Officer Jenny, Sloane frowned even deeper. And then a burst of strange talk about gyarados' and enteis and reserves got her so confused she almost yelled at them to shut up. But they kept on yapping until one of them started to jump up and down and yelling.

Sloane briefly wished she had a whistle with her but she had to settle for her own fingers, blowing her own in-built whistle to shut the boys up. "Okay, quit yapping you two." She snapped. "First of all," Sloane leaned into one of them and checked their eyes and shook her head. "Public inebriation. Second, indecent exposure." She waved a finger up and down the small brunette boy. "Thirdly, why is that boat in the middle of the lake?"

She wondered if she should bring a car around. She was sure Charlie would be near here at least. He would also probably be more well-equipped to deal with two teenagers who were high. And when her eyes scanned the area, apart from the dog, she found a small container with brown something in it that, for years of making them herself, looked like brownies.

"Oh good Lord." She took off her hat and scratched her forehead in frustration. "Get dressed, you two are coming with me." She pulled the receiver to her mouth once more. "Despatch, this is Officer Deveraux. Suspects are minors, call in a 10-50 for me and requesting a car to come around." Her eyes never wandering off from the two boys, she raised an eyebrow and curiosity was just building up in her.

"What-" she was about to ask what they were on when Hart came back on saying someone was arriving. Someone usually meant Charlie. She could dig that. "You," Sloane pointed to Evan. "Put some clothes on. You're embarrassing yourself."

[Evan Brackett]

Horus's lapse in self-confidence made Van laugh. "Dude, you'll be fine. Crimson must have picked you because he knew you would be a great trainer. The people on Nugget Bridge don't even compare." He gave the boy a pat on the back. "So don't worry about it."

With the blond's sudden stroke of genius, Evan forgot that there were police present. "Ah, shit! You're ri--" he didn't get to finish his exclamation, being cut off by the woman's whistle. He leaned back as she wagged her finger at him, looking down at his nakedness with a lack of shame. It wasn't his fault that he had to swim out into the lake and rescue the brownies. It just happened, and there was no way he was going to tire himself out by wearing heavy, wet clothes. He looked back at the officer and grinned at her question. "Oh, we were using it to get the gyarados," he stated matter-of-factly, as if that excused the theft. "But then it tipped over on us. Had to strip to save the brownies." He shrugged and looked at Horus for confirmation. That was perfectly excusable.

"Aww, where we going, Jenny?" he asked, pouting slightly. They were having so many fun adventures at the lake, it seemed like a waste to be leaving already. Unless they were going to get to ride on the police motorcycles, because that would make the day even more awesome.

Evan flinched away from her finger, startled by the sudden movement. Why was this Jenny so much meaner than the others? Must be PMSing or something. "Uh, okay." He spun around in circles, scanning the beach for his clothing, then pranced over to where his shirt laid in the sand. Shaking it out and flinging sand everywhere, he pulled it on (knocking off his antlers, sad) and continued to look around for his pants to no avail. Then he realized that he had ditched them in the water, and bounded off into the lake to look for them. Coming up empty handed, he addressed the cop again. "I lost my pants in the lake," he admitted shyly, trudging back onto the beach. Nothing to be done about that either.

[Horus Richmond]

Horus was privately pleased with the fact that he'd come up with an excellent idea. Or he was till Officer Jenny was being a massive cow. That wasn't like the TV show OR the movies at all. Frowning, he held Crimson closer and wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, dontcha know how t'get Gyarados? Man, y'seem kinda pissy today Officer." He added, shaking his head and helping Evan look for his pants. The dog seemed to find this even more awesome, and began racing round and round the lake at 100MPH till he flopped at Horus' feet, panting.

"Public anernanuna?" He repeated, arching an eyebrow. "Th'fuck's that?" Horus on any normal day would have got it straight away - he's actually passing English - but with brownies in his system it just sounded like Officer Jenny was making up words to try and get them both into trouble. Picking up the box of brownies, the blonde decided maybe the Officer was pissed 'cause he hadn't offered her a brownie, so, with sickly sweet smile in place, Horus offered out the tupperware. "D'ya want one? I made 'em m'self an' they got M&Ms in em."

When Officer Jenny said they were going with her, Horus felt a bubble of excitement. "Hey! Maybe she's gonna take us t'Professor Oak an' we're gonna get our starters!" He grabbed Evan delightedly. "I'mma pick like... iunno. Piplup. S'a cute penguin." Clapping his hands together, Horus gave out a laugh, then suddenly yawned. "Aww shit Van." He mumbled, pawing at his eyes. Sleepy time was coming, and he didn't want to miss the exciting pokemon pick out at the research laboratory!

"Miss Officer Jenny? I got narcolepsy y'see s'like 'm-" Horus didn't get any further than that before he flumped unceremoniously to the floor. All he could think of was that Evan looked much better with antlers, and that he should grow a pair. Because people were totally capable of doing that. As the sleep awareness gradually kicked in, Horus realised that Crimson was lying on top of him and licking his face.

He'd totally got an awesome pokemon.

[Sloane Deveraux]

Again with the gyarados. Charlie could not come any faster. Sloane didn't understand a word these two were babbling about. "Wait, you two stole the boat? You took it without permission?" When the darker haired teen confirmed that the substance in the container was indeed brownies, Sloane was about to confiscate it when the fair haired teen offered it to her.

"Yeah you two are-" her receiver crackled to life once more and she turned to the road to find Charlie waving at her. She waved him over and he nodded.

"There's a possible 10851. The boat was stolen." Sloane told Charlie who nodded once more and both were witness to the boy collapsing to the ground. "Oh jeeze." Charlie bent down and picked the tiny teen up and brought him to the car.

Sloane sighed when the taller of the two teens told her that his pants were lost. "Is that yours?" She asked, pointing her hat to the dog that was whining as his new 'master' was towed away. She pulled Evan with her, careful not to jostle him around too much. People sometimes misconstrued roughness as police brutality. She didn't need that on her pristine record.

"Come on, kid. We're bringing you to the station."

[Evan Brackett]

Of all the things Officer Jenny could have pulled out of what Evan told her, she had to pick the least important. And flip it to make it sound bad. "No! Well, yeah, we did take it...more like borrowed, really," he tried to explain, "But we needed it." She had to understand how important it was.

The phaser took one good look at the car that pulled up and furrowed his brows. "That's not a motorcycle," he whined, forgetting that that thought had been in his head and eyeing Charlie's patrol car with mild distaste. Riding a cop car would be awesome too, he supposed, but he had already gotten his hopes up for the motorcycles. He would have to ask the man-cop to make it up to him by turning on the siren or something. Now that would be cool.

Looking at the other boy as he was addressed, Evan tilted his head and asked, "Hey, Horus, you alri--Whoa!" He tried and failed to catch the teen as he passed out, staring blankly with his empty arms held out in front of him. He looked down at the limp form and blinked, smiling when Crimson came over to help. "Oh. Sorry, man."

Shaking his head a little too enthusiastically, he corrected the police woman, "Crimson belongs to Horus." He pointed at the boy being shoved into the patrol car. "He doesn't have a pokeball, so he's gonna have to ride with us, I guess." That shouldn't be much of a problem, considering Ash got to carry Pikachu around and Crimson was a nice entei.

He just smiled as the officer escorted him to the car, still completely oblivious to what was actually going on. "Is the Professor there? Why isn't he at the lab? Did Team Rocket or Magma or Aqua try to break in again? Those guys are jerks." Evan continued to babble to Sloanne until the car door was shut and cut him off, then he turned his never-ending list of questions on Charlie.

[Horus Richmond]

Horus, despite being asleep, was wide awake in the fact his awareness was trailing around behind the procession of police officers, Evan and dog. He pulled a face at Officer Jenny, who clearly was on the rag and had serious PMS, and then sat on his own body, leaning on Crimson, who seemed to be enjoying the attention.

And what was all this crap about stealing a boat. If they'd stolen it they'dve run off with it, but they hadn't. It was still on the lake, albeit capsized, and the owner could go get it any time they liked. Stupid people. Folding his arms, he leant over to look over at the police console. Frickin' awesome.

Thankfully for everyone, Horus began to wake up, and made a lurch up right just as Evan started talking about Team Rocket. "Ahhh, fuckin' Team Rocket." He slurred, rubbing his eyes and curling his arms around Crimson. "Did they try an' steal a Mew? I love mew 's so frickin' cute an' stuff." He scratched his chin and realised he probably needed to shave this weekend. "SHIT EVAN LOOK" He suddenly yelped, pointing out the window as a woman walked her growlithe.

"D'aww that's frickin' adorable." He cooed, giving Crim a squeeze. "We gotta get y'a dogmon, 'Van. What 'bout uh... Absol?" He suggested, completely oblivious to the fact that he and his friend were probably in a whole dollop of trouble.

[Sloane Deveraux]

Fact of the matter was, Sloane did not understand the importance of them stealing a boat to catch a gy-whatever it was the young boy was talking about. All she saw was a felony on top of a crime on top of an offense. With luck, these boys would probably get released on a very high bail.

"Pokeball - seriously what are you two on?" Sloane asked incredulously as he escorted the dark haired teen into the police mobile. She was suddenly very glad Charlie was there. He was more equipped to deal with yelling teens. She didn't have half the patience Officer Davis had.

As he entertained the two teens, Sloane drove the vehicle down to the station. Once there, she let Charlie bring the blonde one into a separate room while she prodded the dark haired teen into another, sitting him down. She had half a mind to cuff the boy but he seemed more....sober than the blond one. She was sure Charlie had more stamina to deal with yelling narcoleptics than she was.

Or she was starting to get lazy.

Naw, she had to give Charlie props.

"So, pantsless. What's your name."

[OOC: I SO SORRY FOR BEING DORK. And...for being a STUPID dork >_>]