Day One: Morning

[Talys]

The empty square in the center of the village was quiet, almost too quiet. The resident moved quickly onward, fearing the worse for his town. He scurried into the clearing and his worries were justified.

Intruders! He thought, frightened to make a sound. They look kind of tough. . .did they clear out my home? What am I supposed to do now. . .I know. . .I'll have to fight back!

The brave avenger gnawed on his lip for a moment before setting his jaw and moving towards his sleeping victims, all three laying near each other, resting in the noon-time sun. The predator silently approached his first bit of prey, a sleeping figure in simple combat wrappings and dark pants.

Die villain! He slowly raised his dark fist into the air before-

"Teddy?" Talys murmured, eyes half opened in his unconscious state yet not really perceiving anything. "Wha're you doin' here? Team Rocket might get you. . .C'mere you!"

The warrior's hand suddenly shout out and grabbed the intruding raccoon by the scruff of his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Ahhh! Let go of me you fool! I will not stand to be treated like such an inferior!

"Teddy, why're you being an ass hole?" The warrior fought against the struggling rodent. The creature sank his teeth furiously into his arm. Talys immediately let go. "Fuck you Teddy!"

Haha! My people have been avenged! Ricky the Raccoon ran back into the woods from which he emerged.

The black haired man sat up from his laying position and massaged the wound on his arm. It took a few more moments for the sound sleeper to actually wake up and take in his surroundings. His two companions lay in the same spots they had been when he passed out a few hours back and in only slightly different positions. The one eyed saiyan known as Paragus was sprawled out and snoring loudly, the Gameboy left in his possession several feet from his right hand. The human(oid) Uno, meanwhile, rested across the way stirring slightly, but otherwise calm.

"Fuck. . .we need to stop leaving ourselves unguarded. . .we'll be in deep shit soon enough. . ." the now attentive warrior said to himself.

He strutted over to the hand held system laying on the ground and snatched it up along with its case and extra games.

"What're you doing?" Talys turned his attention to Uno who now had his upper body propped on his elbows and was speaking to him. "You're not leaving are you? Or going to try and back stab us in our sleep, hmm? We sleep pretty light-"

An exceedingly loud snore erupted from his companion at that point.

"-Well, most of the time."

"No, I'm not leaving. . .I'm simply going to train," Talys chuckled and responded before turning to walk towards a deserted building.

"With a Gameboy?" Uno spoke with slight disbelief and jumped up to follow the rapidly disappearing man.

The lean, silver haired man jogged to the building his comrade had just entered and looked inside. The interior was bleak. Merely a a dusty room with several pictures of a long evacuated family hung lazily upon the walls and an old wooden staircase in the corner.

"Talys, where-" he began and was preemptively answered by an odd scraping noise from above. He quickly ran up the stairs still confused. "Talys what the-"

"Shit! Look out!" Uno heard Talys' shouted warning at the last second and ducked as a projectile rocketed over his head.

"Dude, what?!" The silver haired warrior turned to see a Gameboy cartridge embedded in the wall behind him. . .directly into the head of a figure carved into the wall and labeled 'Rival Douche'.

"I'm practicing," Talys shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"What, launching Gameboy cartridges at a video game character?"

"Okay, listen," the child-like warrior got defensive, "Douche is my arch nemesis, my 'Rival' if you will. Besides he doesn't matter. . .it's just an entertaining target to have. And yes, I am practicing with Gameboy cartridges, so what? I've spent my whole life training with energies and my body. Why bother repeating that? Right now I have been blessed with a weapon and need to learn to use it correctly if I want to succeed."

"Your 'blessed weapon' is a Gameboy and several games?"

"Look, Uno, this is Dante's Abyss. When Karl Jak gives you lemons, you find a way to get that juice in someone's fucking eyes." Talys delivered the line with such a cool, collected air that Uno simply turned and walked back down the stairs.

"Well," Talys shrugged and continued to himself, returning to his practice, "if you wanted the adage to be more accurate I guess he'd have to give you lemons, water, sugar, and a pitcher. . .and if that's the case. . .well find some way to lace the damn drink."

Several moments passed in silence with only the dull thump of hard plastic digging into old wood.

"I'm not crazy, am I?" Talys found himself asking the Rival Douche he had carved into the wall. He imagined the figure shrugging. "I mean. . .I'm a little odd, socially awkward, a bit imaginative, and I don't handle stress well. . .but crazy?"

He let go of any thought process then, sending his mind on into a spiraling day dream. The dream was full of shrugging wooden figures and a giant Venisaur fighting his trio and screaming at them in Karl Jak's flaming voice, demanding that they feed him lemonade.

"Well, maybe a little bit. . ."