002 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE

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⋆✩ test drive 02 ✩⋆

The day begins like any other.

Routines, eventful scenes, and boring errands — no matter what you were in the middle of, there's a moment where everything begins to feel wrong. A searing pain tears through your body, so intense that it feels like every nerve has been struck at once. Muscles spasm, joints scream in protest, and as you double over, you find yourself clawing or clinging at anything within your reach. As your attempts to maintain composure fail you, your bones begin to twist with an agonizing force, the pain rising in a crescendo until it becomes unbearable to even breathe. Then, as quickly as it began, everything stops.

For a single, terrifying moment, there's nothing. No sight, no sound, no touch, no taste, no smell — just the weight of nothingness swallowing you whole. The absence of sensation might even be worse than the pain, leaving you adrift in a void you can't escape. Hopelessness threatens every fiber of your existence, and try as you might to fight it, your darkest thoughts begin to surface, flooding your mind in an onslaught of suffocating feelings and ideas.

In the darkness, you hear a voice.

It's faint, a gentle flashing of something warm along the edges of your mind, like sunlight itself. It's a voice, but you can't identify who or what it comes from, how it sounds, or what it means — still, you know it's directed at you. Something tugs at your heart, a powerful ache that throbs once and ripples outwards. You can feel the aches again, like fresh sores throughout your body. You feel off, like something isn't quite right, like you're not where you should be, or who you should be. But the voice continues, whispered just beyond your understanding. The sound is warm like hope, and it wraps around you, distant yet intent, before you wake up.

i. arrivals

OUT OF THE WOODS

A branch cracks, loud and deafening in an otherwise eerily silent forest. Thick fog coils through the trees and around your new form, twisting into unnatural shapes in your peripherals, and returning to nothing when your head whips around in an attempt to catch it. Though your memories are still solidly your own, they're gathered and pressed oddly into the back of your skull, out of reach in a way that's difficult to explain. Something rustles between leaves and underbrush, and the unmistakable sound of claws against bark follow shortly afterwards. Though the fog is thick and difficult to see through, you're suddenly aware of one thing: you're not alone.

The fog that surrounds you and your fellow new arrivals is maddening, and something foreign wraps around not just your mind, but your body as a whole. A strange illness has long been spoken of and witnessed within and around Bottlecap Bay, and you're the unlucky bunch to arrive with it slithering its way in now.

The fog is heavily related to this mystery illness that has plagued Pokemon, both inside the city and wild, for some time now. Though the connection isn't easy to fully grasp, it becomes incredibly clear as time passes that the fog worsens the symptoms of the illness. Some Pokemon who traverse the fog come out just fine, but others fall ill with varying levels of severity.

As soon as the first reports come from the Cheri Berry guild indicating that a large amount of confused Pokemon have been spotted approaching Bottlecap Bay from the forest, the three guilds send their members out in forces. Rescue these newcomers and discover that they're just like you, and not just confused wild Pokemon. Dr. Denne firmly insists on bringing everyone they can to the Pokeclinic, so please hurry!

AND INTO THE FIRE

⟡ Whether you fall ill or not, the fog is not safe to stay inside of for extended periods of time. Time within the fog leads to hallucinations, aggression, temporary memory loss, and overall confusion, so Pokemon should be careful, and try to get out as soon as possible!

⟡ While all new characters will arrive infected with this mystery illness, it is not contagious in any traditional fashion, and the severity of the symptoms is up to the players. Some barely exhibit any symptoms at all beyond the initial foggy memory and may even wind up cured out of nowhere! Existing characters may become infected during the rescue, if you so desire.

⟡ The illness can cause Pokemon to have the fog symptoms listed above in any area, and it can come and go erratically. It also creates symptoms much like a normal illness, varying by the person. Some examples are: coughing, fatigue, fever, chills, sneezing, nausea, and the accidental discharge of Pokemon moves. NPC characters who have had this illness have died from it, and some characters are warned the same.

⟡ Symptoms may improve or worsen for characters as the players desire, at this time.

⟡ As some of you have already discovered during your quests, the forest is filled with Pokemon exhibiting these same symptoms, as well as dangerous pitfalls, plants with minds of their own, and poisonous berries, leaves or thorns! Be careful!

ii. nightmares over

LINGERING SHADOWS

The nightmares had ended weeks ago, or so everyone had thought. Now, some Pokemon may experience them again, a more extreme version that causes a number of Pokemon to wake up in the middle of the night in a panicked sweat, screaming, writhing or scrambling quickly out of their nests. Upon waking, these Pokemon plagued by resurfacing nightmares notice something is wrong. Physical scars or injury over a spot of insecurity, phantom pains over limbs that are no longer there, or constant shadows in the corners of their vision...

How does it feel, when the Pokemon beside you wakes up with a calm stretch and a healthy, well-rested and rejuvenated smile? They feel great, they say, looking at you with worry and concern. What's wrong? You didn't feel that warm and wonderful sensation during the night, like being wrapped in a blanket of lullabies? How odd...

What could this possibly mean?

THE FOLLOW UP

⟡ From our survey, 8 characters talked things out, and 6 timed out, meaning we took this as a fairly even match of sharing versus holding it in. Because of that, only those who held it in have "consequences" to bear, and only those who talked it out have "blessings" to hold.

⟡ Characters who did not talk through their nightmares in the previous TDM experience one more horrible nightmare, accompanied by the feeling of a foreign presence. They may optionally feel someone eating their happier dreams, leaving only nightmares in their wake. These characters may now experience physical manifestations of their suffering upon waking from this last dream-eater's nightmare: scars, phantom pains, continuing nightmares with the sensation of being eaten, strange injuries, weakened abilities, etc. We encourage creativity! While you may choose the punishment and its severity, everyone who did not talk it out should have a lasting scar or effect of some sort. It should be at least mildly unsettling and upsetting, but not a heavy block for playing your character.

⟡ Characters who talked out their own problems, especially if they also helped others, will sleep amazingly, especially with the company of others. They'll tend to feel more refreshed after a night's rest in company, and will notice that they feel great in the mornings after sleeping alongside friends or companions. Their presence will also, from now on, seem to create a soothing aura that calms those around them during the night, meaning that those Pokemon experiencing suffering may seek them out for better rest.

⟡ New characters this round enter with a similar sort of presence. Characters who see their sleeping forms will feel the urge to cuddle up next to them and keep them safe from these nightmares. Any characters who sleep in the same room as them will feel more refreshed the morning after. New characters who do not find sleeping partners or roommates may find themselves plagued with similar creeping nightmares.

iii. pokeclinic

PRESSED FOR SPACE

Though the number of mystery-illness cases has been steadily rising for months now, this is the first time that the Pokeclinic has seen so many patients at once. Existing characters receive updates constantly over their Grumpearls, indicating the Pokeclinic at max capacity, but still insisting that all new Pokemon be brought to the clinic, and that all previous "newcomers" come in for a quick checkup, as well.

Anyone who steps foot or paw into the Pokeclinic can tell immediately that it's overbooked. The main ward of rooms is packed, cots spilling out into the hallways, and even the lobby is beginning to look like an impromptu campsite. Pokemon staff shuffle, flutter and scramble around the bodies of ill Pokemon, performing checkups wherever they can find the space, applying medication and herbal treatments where necessary, and reassuring worrying family and friends.

In the midst of this chaos, it's not hard to see how mixups are occurring. It gets bad enough that even Polteageist themselves joins in on treatments, causing a shocked ripple of whispers and gasps any time they float by in a hurry. They can be heard, at times, firmly scolding those who make the mistakes, insisting that there's no excuse for poor health care, and that even in times of urgency, care and attention to detail is needed. But for the time being, this isn't enough to help.

So they put out a plea to the other guild leaders. The Pokeclinic needs everyone who can help to check up on patients, deliver meals and medications, and check records for mixups. Lum Berries are fewer in number, so it makes sense that they're being overwhelmed right now! Polteageist promises to make it worth everyone's while, of course. Any Pokemon who works within the clinic during this time will be awarded with points.

WHAT IS THERE TO DO?

⟡ Characters, old and new alike, are encouraged to help where they can. Obviously those more serious cases should focus on resting, but anyone capable is allowed the chance to help out!

⟡ Caretaking is one of the most important roles in the Pokeclinic. While Pokemon like Chansey, Lilligant, Gardevoir and others move around using their moves to help with ailments, many of the patients need more personal care and assistance. Whether it's feeding them their recommended diet, helping locate and deliver their medication, or just snapping Pokemon out of hallucinations, it all helps!

⟡ The rooming situation is a complete mess! Hospital cots are stacked multiples to a room, lined up in hallways, or even spilling into the lobby. New characters may end up staying together, and existing characters may end up temporarily checked in while awaiting their screening, or listed as an actual patient after showing signs of the illness. Or maybe there was some kind of a mixup? Whatever the case, you're in rooms together, now!

⟡ Clinic visits may lead to violence on occasion. In some cases, Pokemon moves are set off on accident (like a thunderbolt going off after a reflex check), and in other, the illness-related agitation flares up, leading to straight up brawling in the clinic. With newcomers and ill wild Pokemon mixed together during the chaos, some may resist treatment and lash out at staff, other patients, or any passerby. Try to keep order if you can!

LEARNING YOUR BODY

Polteageist has worked with Dr. Denne to encourage an assortment of activities and classes to help characters better adjust into their new forms. Not only is this helpful in every day matters like movement and balance, but Dr. Denne also believes that this could help reduce symptoms of the mystery illness that's still being looked into! Because of this, characters are encouraged to pair off for activities or visit various classes together, hosted in various places around the city.

BODY SPECIFIC

⟡ Various body type angled classes are being held throughout Bottlecap Bay! On the beach, aquatic Pokemon hold classes on swimming, and an underwater obstacle course has been set up beneath the waves of the ocean and through the various underwater cave systems!

⟡ Pokemon with wings or other methods of flying are encouraged to meet in the Canopy for some careful flying classes. The natural clutter of the trees and branches makes for a great agility course, too, and this has been marked off with bright painted colors.

⟡ For those with more or less legs than they're used to, various activities have been set up around the city and outskirts to promote paired encouragement of movement! Just be aware, sometimes these new forms of yours come with a large tail, or bulky wings, and you might just smack into someone next to you while trying to get your bearings.

⟡ Mightyena is holding sparring tournaments and matches on the beach just before the cliffs. Try your bodies out in battle with one another!

TYPE SPECIFIC

⟡ Each type (fire, water, grass, etc) has its own collection of activities to try to better become accustomed to the movesets. Often, opposing types will be matched up and told to fire attacks at one another, with the aim of practicing brushing off super-effective moves, or powering through weaker type moves. First aid kits are scattered throughout the city for this purpose.

⟡ Sometimes, it can be difficult adjusting to a type. Fire types, while comfortable in high heat, may find themselves overheating or unable to control their temperatures. Water types may forget how to breathe on land temporarily, requiring assistance in meditation. Grass types may feel oddly slow, or tied to the ground beneath them, though it's purely in their mind. Maybe your dragon type can't stop roaring. Feel free to be creative with your character's struggles!

⟡ In an attempt to encourage special Pokemon moves (rather than physical), one of the local bakeries has developed Type Muffins for characters to try out! Just be warned, sometimes it makes it so easy to use your moves that you might send them off on accident. It's suggested you try these with a friend to spot you.

CHALLENGE YOUR MIND

⟡ More dangerous (but not lethal!) challenges await those who wish to sign up for them. Polteageist insists that with the dangers on the horizon and at their door, it's important now more than ever to become prepared. So, they have suggested an escape room of sorts. These come in three flavors, and even ill Pokemon are welcomed to try them, as experienced rescue Pokemon will be on call the entire time. Anyone who takes longer than the allotted time will be rescued.

⟡ Ocean room. Two Pokemon are put to sleep and wake up in a small cave beneath the water, with pockets of oxygen for those who need them. Upon waking, they must work together to escape the labyrinth of caves beneath the water and make it back to Bottlecap Bay. Some obstacles along the way may include: a maze-like cave system with misleading routes, paths with less or no sunlight, strange plants that may inflict status effects, agitated or disoriented wild Pokemon, and varying water temperatures/underwater geysers. It has an hour time limit, so good luck!

⟡ Forest room. Two Pokemon are put to sleep and wake up in the center of a dense forest, with tree covering blocking most sunlight. Upon waking, they must work together to find their directions, navigate through thick brush and forest, and make it back to Bottlecap Bay. Some obstacles along the way may include: the fog, collapsed floors into cave systems, sudden steep drops, aggressive Pokemon and plants, vines, thorns, poisons and toxins. It has a two hour time limit, so good luck!

⟡ Cave room. Two Pokemon are put to sleep and wake up far beneath the city, in one of the many tunnels belonging to the mines. Upon waking, they must work together to reorient themselves and find a way out to Bottlecap Bay. Some obstacles along the way may include: unstable sections of mines leading to collapses, a vast assortment of tunnel directions leading to disorientation, extreme temperatures, lava pits, and lessening oxygen levels. It has an hour time limit, so good luck!

✩ OOC NOTES.

⟡ TDM CWS: body horror, death, disorientation, hallucinations, illness, injury, scars

⟡ TDMs are game canon and act as events for the month they are posted.

⟡ New characters can link to their top level beneath the NEWBIE DIRECTORY!

⟡ All new arrivals are not assigned to any one guild. However, if they assist with any of the clinic prompts, they may gain points for their future guild!

⟡ The creepy forest fog can be done away with temporarily through Pokemon moves, but always seems to work its way back like it has a mind or will of its own.

⟡ Remember that at least one thread for your application must come from the TDM! There is no comment minimum, but we will be looking for engagement, as well as for players and characters who take the time to delve into things like character thoughts, emotions, morality, and other deep themes. Take this time to engage with the setting as you would in game!

⟡ As of today, reserves and applications are now permanently open, with apps processed every other month! See information on their respective pages for details!

⟡ Have any questions related to the TDM? Ask here! If your question is more general for the game, please make sure to direct it to the FAQ page instead. Thank you, and happy threading!

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Akari

[arceusstansme]

She is adorable, like her actual biological son, Ashes.

Akari | Pokemon Legends Arceus | (Theamandafiles flavored)

[arceusstansme]

1. Its just a bug.

[You know what, you know what- Akari has had enough of this. Yeah, she knows she is the Skyfaller and is special. But after everything with Volo and getting kicked out of the village that one time (she blames you the most still, Sumi. Bitch. She knows you were talking about her.) So she isn't even entertaining the idea this sickness could somehow be related to her. She is a Cyndaquil now, and thus is adorable. Like Ashes. Her precious son, who she is quite mad she has been seperated from. If she finds out this is Arceus' fault somehow, he is getting a ground plate shoved down his throat and going to work in the fields.]

[Where was she anyways before Hisui. She couldn't remember much. Also, she couldn't quite remember what she looked like. But at least she is a Cyndaquil now.]

2.) With legs like this-

[Akari could actually be more upset about being turned into a Cyndaquil. Like, this is not the worse thing to ever have happened to her. (The worse involved her heart being ripped out by a CRAZY MAN with too much hair gel- but you know what- shes over it. Completely. 100 percent. He is in Hisui and she is here and you know what- he will forever be shunned by Arceus because Arceus doesn't like bad cosplayers- okay? Okay. Yes, she can speak for it, because it likes her best.]

[She is learning how to use her flames. Which shouldn't be this hard, she should like have an on-off switch or something right?]

Ember!

[She shouted before spiting out...spit as if hoping that would be a single ember. She looks a little disapointed, but its okay, she will learn it, and get a cute bandana and become the best.]

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[firealone]

[The Litten beside her is twitching his whiskers with amusement - he actually moves a lot like a Litten, and not like a human turned into a Litten. Actually, Firepaw finds it very funny that he's taken so well to being a Litten that he can help train other newcomers.]

You can't tell your body what to do, you just need to move it. [It sounds like a tease, but he is trying to give good advice.] Here, just... close your eyes, and try to focus on the heat in your chest, right where your heart beats. Focus on making it burn hotter and hotter, and then spit it out. Like this.

[He pauses for emphasis, but he doesn't really need to try very hard. He spits out an Ember, slightly more easily than he would have spit out a hairball back home.]

Emporio Alniño | JJBA: Stone Ocean | Current Player (OTA with Rescue Prompt!)

[seacub]

[TO THE RESCUE - OTA]

[Surprisingly, Emporio has been sleeping great since he got rid of the 'curse' nightmares. One wouldn't expect it- as he told Polteageist, that fantastic night's sleep still comes accompanied by screaming nightmares. But somehow...he is.

It's probably a good thing that the only ones remotely near his sleeping space are the Ring Spirit (who finds the backdrop of screaming a home comfort) and Perrin (who apparently just thinks it normal...or perhaps not his business). Everyone else would probably find it baffling.

But speaking of everyone else perhaps...the forest has been getting busy, which means helping where he can to look for those new incomers.

So off he goes, a cubone, helmet on and everything, albeit missing the signature club and instead holding a crude satchel on his back. Helloooooo out there...?]

[PRESSED FOR SPACE - PROMPTS WITHIN]

[Caretaking is something of an art, but it's not one that Emporio is actually unfamiliar with. The clinic after all, is a place he's been growing familiar with- when he first arrived it was with the harsh rash response typical of a ground type met with rough water, and that made him Dr. Denne's lingering patient for a good bit. That time ended up well spent by helping around with simple tasks in the clinic as a result, and that in turn means he can continue doing that right now!]

Okay, so you probably need more of this in your food right now...

[Of course, he's no doctor himself so he's just going by what the Doctor's told him. But hey! If accepting dietary and medicinal advice from a pre-teen isn't on the table, he at least brings some wonderfully calming vibes somehow.

For anyone having a rough sleep, the prescription is- Apply Cubone Directly to Forehead.

Er, to sleeping pile, rather. Emporio's a small little guy though, so he may well end up on someone's head. As it is, no one's going to be woken up by his screams in this scenario, as apparently falling asleep in a great big nap pile like this is helpful for him too!

Who'd have thought.]

[LEARNING YOUR BODY]

[Emporio faces off across from an Electric type pokemon, on a field that very literally seems to be sparking.]

Uhhhh...

[Nervous as he is, it doesn't seem to be doing anything to him. It turns out ground types are immune to electric types. Though of course, the terrain wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone else either- it's not a damaging field.

Still. 'Go on, eat the muffin now!!' he's encouraged from somewhere off-field, and while he does so, he does so while wincing.]

I- I really don't think I have any Ground moves...I tested this pretty extensively...

[The protests are of course, ignored- this is Bound to force that instinct out! Electric terrain, electric opponent, a muffin, it's going to click so fast!]

I- I really don't think it's coming as easy as-!

[-BZZO-rT!-]

. . .

[The opponent stares. The pokemon on the sidelines, stare. Emporio also stares.

W

Was that...thunder...shock...?

It was Secret Power, and in fact did Normal Type damage, but it sure looks like thunder shock on an Electric Terrain.]

[[OOC - Though no spoilers are included within Emporio's TL, those who wish to opt-in for any major spoilers from Emporio's series (Or Opt Out), may do so by either commenting Here, or saying as much in their tag in!]]

Unlike the top, cw: Stone Ocean spoilers.

[dripdrive]

[Ugh. This head cold was annoying... But considering that less than an hour ago he thought he was dead, Anasui's going to make do. It's going to take more than a headache to stop Anasui from figuring out what was going on. He was going to figure out why he was a fucking ostrich in the woods.

Which involves searching for the priest or whatever stand user he has hidden behind the scenes.

Even though he's sick, Anasui's senses are as sharp as ever. Mid-step, he stops as he hears someone approaching him. He crouches down and bristles, waiting for the person. One... two... Three.]

DIVER DOWN!

[...

But nobody came. Shit, even when his soul was separated from his body, Diver Down could be summoned. What the hell? Could he really not summon a stand? Worse still, he's given his position away.

He had to stay calm... wait to see what the approaching creature or person had to say, and then make a counterattack.]

Guilmon | Digimon Tamers (JP ver.) | Fuecoco

[guilmon]

1. Arrival

[Something's wrong...

Guilmon had shrunk, changed into is Baby form when the gateway between the Digital World and the human world closed. These short, stubby limbs aren't too different from Gigimon, but they still feel wrong. Everything about this is wrong.

Sounds. Strange sounds. Guilmon growls, bristling. Strange smells, too...]

Rrrr...

[Other Digimon. Enemies to fight. When a strange shadow draws closer in the fog, Guilmon pounces... or tries, anyway.

His new, stubby limbs make it more difficult than before, but that won't stop him from shouting:]

FIRE BALL!

[And, indeed, flames shoot from his mouth, in an Incinerate attack.

Someone may need to help calm him down.]

2. Clinic

[By the time Guilmon's escorted to the clinic, his stomach rumbles. As he sits in the crowded clinic room, he whines very loudly.]

Maa... Guilmon is hungry... Bread... Need bread...

[He fidgets and whines some more, exhausted from the fog. This is all so confusing...]

3. Learning Your Body

[Over by the beach, where the sparring's taking place, a Fuecoco can be seen digging around while he waits for someone to approach.

Why is he digging? Good question! Maybe he's trying to adjust to his stubby little limbs, but when a new face approaches, he perks up, rushes up close, and starts sniffing.]

Hi! What kind of Digimon are you? Everybody keeps saying "Pokémon," but they can't all be Pokémon, or they'd look the same!

[Someone might not have gotten the memo.]

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[chuunipyon]

[Hey hi guess what, you just set a rabbit's oversized ears on fire. He thrashes them against the ground in a panic, trying to put them out.]

Wh-What the hell's wrong with you!? Hey! You tryin' to pick a fight!?

[Helping calm others down might not be this guy's specialty. Just a hunch.]

Firoza Istus | Final Fantasy XIV (OC) | Current Player, OTA unless noted

[bladeofnymeia]

A - Into the Woods to Find the Thing

[Reports of this fog are unnerving, to say the least. Firoza is not versed in how illness spreads, particularly, but the very idea of something you could breathe in causing such harm...well, it stirs memories of times where she thought back to what could have been, and pulls the blue bandana up and over her Nidoran snout, if only for a way to comfort herself as she dives into the woods to help.]

Hello? Anyone out there? Can you hear me?

[For someone usually so soft-spoken, Firoza's shouts through the trees are surprisingly strong, unshakably confident. She hopes that's something these lost and confused Pokemon are drawn to - someone who sounds like they could get them out of here. And she can! You can't be ignorant of the forest if you're with the Cheri Berries, after all.]

It's going to be alright - help is on the way!

B - Night Terrors [cw: body horror, scars, blood, fucked up nightmare imagery; closed to Cheri Berries]

[She doesn't know if the fog from the forest had gotten to her somehow. If it had clung to her and lingered in her lungs so it could seep into the rest of her body. But that night, curled up in her allotment of leaves, the wind is bitingly cold, and the darkness presses oppressively close.

In her dreams, she's a Hyur again - and in her dreams the dead strip away her armaments and drag her deep, deep, down into a tangle of briars and rotted corpses grasping, grabbing. The briar patch blooms with black roses. The dead are a thousand thousands, foes and friends alike, pulling her further and further in until she can't even see faces anymore. Until ice-cold hands cradle her face, and her eyes pop open to see the luminous blue of-]

Ve-

[The utterance is heard in the waking world as Firoza's form thrashes, strangled cries of pain slipping through gritted teeth. In the faint light of the stars and moon that push through the Canopy, you can see a line of blood etch itself across Firoza's right cheek. Then another. Then another - enough to form wispy tendrils, a garish mimicry of the markings on her face in her original body. The ones she awoke with, after collapsing in front of the Sultantree and properly communing with Hydaelyn for the first time. The marks she often joked were the strange scribbles of a god, a primal, an ancient who wanted to make sure everyone knew this was Her Mortal.

Firoza tumbles out of her nest of leaves, half-awake and shaking with pain, but once with that onze of awareness, her pained cries are wrangled into strained hisses and gasps.]

Wh...why...who - ow...

[Oh boy, talking doesn't feel great.]

C - Someone Fetch a Healer!

[Fixing clerical errors is not something Firoza can do. She's just...her brain doesn't process it. Making food or medicine? No, can't do that, the most she can do is put something on a stick and roast it on a fire. But delivering that food or medicine? Absolutely easy-peasy lemon squeezy. All she needs is a description of the patient and to know they get this or that, and she's off, maneuvering with care around the overcrowded clinic. She's pulled her bandana over her snout again, half for the placebo against the illness and half because her face is...well, let's not scare people with what happened to her face, yeah? Yeah.

It so happens she approaches you with a baggie held between her Nidoran buck teeth. She looks you over, as if mentally confirming something, and then places it down before you.]

Hello. I've been told to deliver this to you, and see that you take it.

[So whether it's the grossest medicine you've ever had to drink or a berry-jam sandwich, this little blue creature is going to sit and watch you put it in your gob and finish the whole thing, goshdarnit.]

D - Wildcard

[None of these prompts hitting your interest? Want to encounter Firoza somewhere else? Hit me with a scenario, I'm up for it!]

A)

[dripdrive]

[Anasui isn't used to loud foes. Usually, they're quiet, sneaky, and the ones with traps rarely show themselves (with few exceptions). Usually, they're not ones who call out with promises of help.

Help that he, admittedly, could really use. Anasui doesn't like accepting help but the cold he has is NOT doing him any favours, let alone the fact he's a 6'3" ostrich. So after a long moment of deliberating his options, the Espathra steps out of the woods. The bird's cold, blue eyes stare right at the Nidoran as he looms over her.]

.........

[Why isn't he saying anything?]

Hadesu Itsuhito | Hokenshitsu no Shinigami | (Galarian Corsola) New Character

[caughtademon]

arrival
[He's making a pot of tea for Hanamaki, who's more nervous than usual this morning, hiding behind her notebook and squeaking out something about tripping in a crosswalk, about high schoolers laughing at her, and it's obvious she needs a few moments to decompress, maybe even the whole first period. He'll send her back for second period if she doesn't go herself--

a wave of something hits him, nebulous and undefinable, slicing through haze. A body feeling, like a warning, like tension about to snap. He puts down the teapot next to the sink, his hands come to rest on the counter.

"Hades-sensei?" he hears from behind him.

"Just a moment," he says, and the feeling almost passes, almost recedes, he almost picks up the teapot again and turns back towards his nervous student but instead

pain ]

[At some point, the entire universe stops being pain and starts being something else. Haziness, mostly. Fog inside his skull and out of it. Disorientation. Weird errors in his proprioception, something off with his vision that's making everything seem bigger and further away. But there's no pain. No pain in his stomach is a good sign, probably. Means it's more likely a concussion than... something else he can't settle his thoughts on right now. He goes to stand, but then realizes he's already standing. Maybe. Tries to take a step forward and--]

Oh. That's weird. [A man's voice, vague and distracted, comes from a weird haunted rock(?), floating an inch or two over the leaf litter of the forest floor. He just sort of... hovers. Rocks back and forth for a minute. Maybe bumps into you. This is probably fine.]

clinic rotation
[As a new arrival, Itsuhito gets rushed through a check up. There's a lot going on, but thankfully his case of weird fog mystery illness has resolved quickly, and once he's cleared to help, he does. It's not easy, with not knowing how his powers work, suddenly going from the tallest person in the room to one of the smallest, not having hands, and not knowing anything about how medical care for pokemon works. But he's doing what he can.]

Excuse me. [He's got a basket very carefully balanced on top of his... him. Please don't knock it off. He's already struggling so much.] I need to get past you.

escape room (any)
[The best way out is through, and the best way to get a handle on his new abilities, new weaknesses, new form, new everything is to put it to the test.]

Have you ever done anything like this before? [He asks his partner, as they both wake up and get sort of settled. Glowing eyes blink in the dim light, and he shifts his weight a bit between stubby legs before just kind of floating a little bit. It's fine. He does that now.] Which direction do you think we should go?

wildcard
[[ooc: want something else? a pokemon battle? napping with a weird dead guy to get rid of your nightmares? wildcard it or hit me up at hydok]]

ESCAPE ROOM....Cave

[seacub]

[Emporio for his part is taking a minute- he absently takes his helmet right off in fact, before looking around, wincing, and pulling the helmet right back on.

This is a cave, he needs to consider head safety now.] Uh...

...Well, by the time I was found in the cave in the woods, the others had made guiding lights- but that's obviously out for now. I think I should be able to feel something through the earth itself..?

[He's trying to focus, he really is, he's a ground type dangit-]

...There's obviously no real natural light...

Miko Yashiro | This Monster Wants to Eat Me | Growlithe (new character)

[yabff]

1. Arrival

[Everything feels wrong. Her body aches, a low headache grinds to life. She sits up cautiously. Golden eyes stare out from her new canine-like face. The forest, the air, even herself... it all smells so wrong.

Hinako should be here. That rotten transfer student, too, but they're not. At least not nearby. That much was obvious within minutes. She was stuck in an unknown forest in the fog with a new body.

Canine-like fangs glint in the light as she snarls at nothing and everything.]

You! [She snarls when she senses someone nearby.] Do you think you're clever?! Trapping me like this?

2. Clinic

[After getting out of the fog Miko is... less aggressive. A bit short-tempered, maybe, but generally seems almost like a different person. She's just laying on the floor of a crowded room, letting others take cots but her tail wags in irritation as she whines.]

I really could sleep outside if you need me to! It's really not that big of a deal, I promise... there's really no room! C'mon, a girl like me is pretty hardy! Come on... I'm not that sick!

[She begs to the volunteers and staff.]

3. Learning Your Body

[Miko is... on the far side of the beach, staying away from the water as far as she can. One paw is over her snout as she lays on the sand.]

Sheesh... I feel like the transfer student would love this mess.

[She murmurs to herself. With a stretch she shifts her paw. Watching others try to practice their new moves.]

I've got my teeth, right? Do I really need to set people on fire too? Seems a bit excessive to me!

[It's more to herself than anyone else, she's pretty much dug herself into a little nest.]

learning your body

[favorforafavor]

Well, go on then. Show us those teeth.

[Sitting atop a nearby rock is this sly little Nickit, tail swaying leisurely from side to side. It's very educational, seeing everyone's moves like this. Dark Heart is certainly saving all that for later.]

courier six (perrin) | fallout: new vegas | dragonite

[shotinhead]

Fog [ota]
[ Courier Six is used to places which are dangerous to linger in. He's gotten a custom face mask made for his Dragonite body, even if it's just cloth and not something that'd really protect him for long. He's treating this just like radiation. As soon as he sees you - person he knows, person he doesn't know? He is trying to scruff you. ]

Hey. Come with me. You're not safe here.

[ He's actually looking serious - which for the people here, is likely not usual. He's usually so carefree! But you may try and struggle free. Or not. ]

Lingering Shadows I [closed to Lum House] [ota]
[ Courier Six does not often sleep comfortably. Those who live in Lum House (tm) know this. I mean, between him and Emporio, things are tense. Perrin often snaps awake at random times, before having to patrol the outsides, before trying to sleep again.

So, for the first time in a while, he's been sleeping well. And he's also asked his Cubone and Mimikyu companions: ] Hey, wanna share my bed? It's, uh. A bit lonely?

[ he is trying to deflect why again. ]

Lingering Shadows II [ota]

[ But one night, Courier Six had one of his patrols, and had decided to wander in the middle of the night. And that's when he's found you. ]

Hey, can't sleep either?

[ you cannot avoid the dragon cuddles. ]

Clinic [cw: drug mentions] [ota]
[ This is another time that Perrin is missing Arcade Gannon. And the Followers of the Apocolypse in general, honestly. Because this reminds him of them, a lot. Perhaps, in another lifetime, he would have joined them instead of running away like a coward when he was 20.

And so, he is trying. He's hallucinated a lot before. Sometimes on Mentats, sometimes on Cateye, and that one time on Sacred Datura Root. So, he's sitting by a bed. Maybe yours, maybe another patient you're meant to be tending to.

And his hand is sparking with his Thunder Punch. Using it to draw attention to himself, mixed with Thunder Wave. So he might accidentally paralyze you, as he talks. ]

Hey. You're here. With the big-ass dragon. What are you seein'?

Misc [ota]
[ Have another idea? Wanna do an escape room with Perrin? (I think it'd be fun to do the Cave Room due to his history and trauma.) ]

[seacub]

Huh?

[It's honestly kind of neat how the homes that share walls like this have little windows between each other. It makes it easier to visit, at least, even if it's not a housing design he'd ever really seen before.

Except maybe in books featuring 'add-a-room' situations, but that's beside the point he guesses.

So.] ...I guess I could. I used to share the piano with Weather Report sometimes...Anasui was never really much for it, himself.

[Normal sleeping habits, truly.]

Siffrin (Start Again) | In Stars And Time | New/OTA!

[loopsiedaisy]

[[OOC: Pre-emptively recommending peeping at Siffrin's warnings/permissions page, where you can opt out of specific subjects and also spoilers, if you're so inclined! If you've seen me use this account in Victory Road, no you haven't, shhhhh]]

Out of the Woods

[So what happens when you take someone who already has a spotty memory at the best of times, and then toss them into an amnesiac fog? You get -]

[Um. What was their name again...?]

[Well. You get a baffled Shinx trying repeatedly to walk on their back legs. Needless to say, they're not having much success! There's a lot of tripping over roots and branches going on. It doesn't help that they're already shaky even on solid stretches of ground - there's some shivering and sneezing going on. It also doesn't help that only one of their eyes is any good. The fog's already making visibility bad!]

[This all culminates in the only possible outcome: they trip over another root, drop into a roll, tumble off a small ledge...]

[...and land directly on top of you. Oof!]

Pressed for Space

[Siffrin seems to be doing much better after a day or two in town! The Shinx still has intermittent bouts of chills (and rare moments where they stare fixedly at an empty corner, but refuse to admit to seeing anything), but they no longer look like someone who should be confined to a bed.]

[And also they've remembered their name! They're pretty sure! That's good, right? There are a lot of other memories that are still fuzzy, or just missing, or weirdly repetitive... but whenever Siffrin starts thinking too hard about that, they get the feeling that Something Terrible is going to happen. So. Uh. They're just not going to! They're sure this will work out just fine for them!]

[It does mean they've had to find a distraction, and volunteering to help with other sick patients seemed like an easy excuse. They don't have the expertise for nursing, but delivering things should be fine, right? So: here's a Shinx dragging around a sack of packed meals almost as big as they are, pausing in slightly less crowded hallway.]

Minior, Misdreavus, Buizel... no, was it Minior, Misdreavus, Growlithe...? Urgh, I forgot again...

[Seems like they might need some help. Fortunately, they're delivering meals, not medication - and if you're someone who is more familiar with Pokemon types by now, maybe you can figure out which meal goes to which Pokemon based on the contents?]

Pressed for Space

[truthdecided]

[Fortunately for Siffrin, they aren't the only one hustling around the clinic, though this one's favored movement is through flight, with a basket clutched in his talons.

He'd like to think he has a sharp memory, though he has his own clients to serve.

Still, given they're both following similar objectives, he might as well weigh in.]

Hmm... Buizel are water types, whereas Growlithe are fire. While both are mammals, their nutritional needs differ.

Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Current Character | OTA

[truthdecided]

1. Unlikely Hero

[When Akechi was young, he dreamed of being a hero who protected the weak and the vulnerable, like his mother. Time, trauma, and a cruel world bent, broke, and twisted him. Instead of a hero, he became a monster, saved only through his bond with Ren, despite the two being fundamentally at odds.

Since arriving in Bottlecap Bay, he's worked hard to carve his own path, follow that faded sense of justice, and make a name for himself amongst the Oran Berries.

Having conducted several missions by now, he's well aware of the dangers within the forest and the recurring cognitive distortions present in many Pokémon.

So, naturally, he swiftly flies to the forest when the rescue request goes out, inspecting the situation from the treetops so as not to draw too much attention.

Still, newcomers may hear a rustle up above, or spot red eyes peering at them through the darkness, or hear his voice from above.]

Where did you come from?

[A simple test to discern how cognizant these Pokémon are. The rest can come once first impressions are made.]

2. ...Comforting Presence?

[Those in the Oran Berries may notice something striking about Akechi: his peacefulness when he sleeps and rises each morning. Though plagued by nightmares for a time, he's had some of the best sleep he has in ages. Whether or not that's due to his freedom from certain unsavory obligations, Ren remaining by his side, or general mental health remains to be seen.

Perhaps those who share quarters have noticed the oddly soothing aura he gave off, though he's hardly been one for voluntary cuddles. Ren is someone he trusts to watch his back. They're respected rivals. Two sides of the same coin. Given the choice, he'd rather not find himself in another pile of bodies... though that's not to say that others can't try. Those who end up hovering close to him will get skeptical looks.]

...Is there a particular reason you came over here?

3. Clinic Chaos

[Akechi is far from a caretaker. Comforting is not his strong suit. He is, however, diligent, determined to maintain a positive reputation, and well aware of his gifts as one of the few off-world flying types.

So, initially, he offers to help deliver food and supplies. Perhaps you can see this little Rookidee flying in with baskets of berries, herbs, and assorted cures, feathers slightly fluffed from the stress.

Other times, he pokes his head in to survey the overcrowded rooms for signs of any familiar faces, however foreign their forms...

But when violence breaks out, that's when he feels most at home, shouting despite his small size.]

Will you calm down already?!

[Out comes the Scary Face to slow down unruly Pokémon. On its own, it may not be enough, but it should at least draw their attention, especially when paired with his surprisingly sharp tone.]

4. Training Montage

[Though Akechi has had more time to adjust than the newcomers, he still wants to hone his skills. Doubly so after the forest expedition turned dicey, to say nothing of that annoyingly heavy Purrloin.

Perhaps you'll spot him in the Canopy, trying his best to perform aerial maneuvers with an air of style and poise. Is he showing off a bit? Yes. Does he especially care? Not really.

Elsewhere, you can find him at the beach, ready for sparring practice. There's a sharpness to his gaze at odds with his small, round form.]

You there! Care for a duel?

[But, oh, the Escape Rooms prevent an ever enticing challenge. Once Polteageist makes his announcement, Akechi can be hovering outside the archives, contemplating his next move.]

Hmm... The forest room would be most advantageous, but the ocean would present a fitting challenge...

[Care to join in the deliberations?]

5. Wildcard!

[Open to other shenanigans, too! Akechi will be out and about. You can also hit me up at dorked]

1

[dripdrive]

[Anasui's senses are sharp. Despite the hideous head cold he's suffering from, he hears the rustling feathers before he sees them. However, he ignores Goro, right up to when he speaks. And then, he stops.

The Espathra's head SNAPS upwards in possibly the most disconcerting way possible. Bright, blue eyes STARE at the other bird unblinkingly for the longest time as he takes the other in.

...]

Florida.

[A pause.]

... You look like one of those birds from that Pixar short [Anasui, no.]

Futaba Sakura | Persona 5 | Elgyem

[klaatubaradanikto]

out of the woods

[Futaba's more than a little turned around. Ironic given her roll as the Phantom Thieves' Navigator, but that had been in a level of reality she could analyze and even hack into. An unfamiliar forest is a much different animal, especially for someone who'd barely even so much as left her bedroom until just over half a year prior.]

[Not having full control over her hovering isn't helping either.]

Joker? Mona? Queen? Noir? Skull? Inari? If you guys couldn't even be bothered to be isekai'd with me I'm gonna be so annoyed.

learning your body

[It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that knows her that support and defensive moves come extremely naturally to Futaba. It's what Al Azif was all about. She throws out Teleports, Power Splits, Guard Splits, Reflects, and Wonder Rooms like confetti.]

[It's combat moves that are giving her issues. Her attempt at a Zen Headbutt barely even qualifies as a regular Headbutt.]

Stupid class change! Why can't I get this?

out of the woods

[truthdecided]

[Akechi knows that voice.

Futaba may even hear a rustling from above, the slight snap of a branch.

He should probably say something.]

Joker is here. I'm sure he'll be thrilled at your arrival, but as it presently stands, this forest is hardly safe.

[Red eyes peer through the foliage, but the voice should be all too familiar.]

Noboru Gongenzaka | YuGiOh! ARC-V | Iron Hands

[betheman]

[CHECK OUT THESE HANDS - ARRIVAL]

[Everything hurts.

Gongenzaka has been hit with some painful things in his life. Solid Vision duels aren't supposed to feel real, but he's had to grind his teeth through the blows of a real-damage system, and more than that the blows of an officer's baton. He's capable of a fight- he's capable of meting out that pain himself even.

But this? Hurts. It hurts enough that he has to scream, as it feels as if every part of his body just melts. There's pain. There's a void. There's a voice that he weakly tries to speak to, only to hear no true response, only to feel it wrap around him like a blanket.

And then, with a groan-]

Nnnggnhhh...

[He wakes up. Everything feels heavy somehow, more than it should just waking up from a sleepless dream. Trying to get his bearings, he brings a hand to his head and-]

...Mnh..?

[Hold on. Why does it feel like something is covering his entire head?]

What..?

[Sitting up with some difficulty- so Heavy, what?- he brings his head back down and.]

WH-WHAT!?!? WHAT IS THIS..!?!

[Screams. Just. Screams.]

[HEAD FOG - WOODS]

[Gongenzaka thinks he may still be in shock honestly. If he had his normal face, he thinks, he'd be able to see his eyes still wide and blinking, perhaps his mouth agape, in any reflections nearby.

The problem is that the only reflections nearby are from the back of these massive hands he has, which swing wildly when he tries to move them in any particular direction. His legs move similarly, albeit on spheres that roll with each motion- never letting his feet truly rest on the ground until he's stopped, instead floating him just barely above it. The heft and weight he had been confused about, as it turns out, is pounds of metal no doubt making up his form. It's uncanny. It's numbing. It's-]

H-AAACH-HHO!

[Apparently he can still sneeze!]

A...Auh...

[Also, sneezing appears to have set off an electric charge around him, apologies for that. No, really- he's trying so hard to bow down face first, but when your body is like a weeble wobble, apparently it does not want to go down.

The end result is simply covering his face with his massive hands.] I...From the moment I, the man Gongenzaka awoke, it has been one mistake after another...it is utterly UNFORGIVABLE..!

[He is still trying so hard to bow in his apology.] Please- I must know! Please, tell me I have not caused undue harm!

[LINGERING EEPY - POKECLINIC + GUEST ROOMS]

[It goes without saying that Gongenzaka is one of the pokemon herded off to be checked over by Dr. Denne. He's a bit of a mystery, which does not help his growing anxious mood- while he takes it like a champ, nodding carefully as he listens to every word, the sheer restraint he's forcing himself to take is evident. He doesn't want to move his hands too much, he might hit something. He can't likely go up any higher than the first floor in most places, he weighs almost a ton, apparently. And likewise, cots are flat out.

So while he awaits some sort of task to perhaps help with now that he's been seen to and told to stay put, he tries to at least meditate. Meditation after all, always helped at home- under a waterfall, or with burning salts on his shoulders, it has always helped.

...And then there is a groan from one of the nearby cots.] ...Mn?

[Head swiveling- literally, eugh- he spots the source just in time for them to start falling from the cot.] OH-!

[And, in panic, manages to move his hand fast enough to catch them.] Hahhhhh...

[........and then notices they calm down. Very quickly, even. Cautiously, rather than simply place whatever small pokemon he caught back in the cot, he moves his hand back to his side- palm up, of course, so that the pokemon can keep sleeping. The hands are easily large enough to hold any pokemon up to 4 feet in size- more if they curl up for sleep. It even looks a little like a bed-

Which. Well, might be why when he wasn't looking his other hand wound up occupied.] MNH- No- w-wait- That is not-

[Hushed whispers of protests quickly die when he sees how gently the others are sleeping. Well. This is his life now, he supposes. He's a weird bed, charged, and glowing...

...mostly.

Others coming into this area of the clinic won't see a gleaming yellow light, just black, as the pokemon has fallen to sleep himself. It hasn't changed the calm though- seems he's got some sort of calming effect on the bad dreams here!]

[PRESS THESE HANDS - CLINIC]

That is ENOUGH!

[After the whole sleepy charm thing, Gongenzaka has managed to find something of a foothold at the clinic. Aside from the part where he's a natural bed in some ways for littler pokemon, it turns out that once he has a bit more control over those hands, he's really good at using them.

To enforce things.]

There shall be no combat within the clinic! Be seated, breathe deeply, and allow the doctor and staff to do their jobs in PEACE!

[It's very easy to separate pokemon, when you put a hand between each pokemon- especially when the hand is probably as big as said pokemon. It works just as well for getting others to sit down or stay put on a bed too- but what's probably more effective is that, vitally-]

Do not force my hand- or indeed, I, the man Gongenzaka, shall bring you off these premises for a true battle!

[He has yet to actually hurt anyone- even accidentally, as it seems.]

[CHALLENGE YOUR BODY]

[The robot amid the gathering of pokemon training themselves is, how we say...determined. It's difficult to tell, but the LEDs seem diminished, as if his eyes are properly closed in thought.

It's also difficult because you can't cross your arms when you have no arms. And also when the hands are just, way too big to fold over each other in a way that implies it.

Still.] This cannot continue.

[It's unclear who he's talking to at first, but that doesn't last.] I, the man Gongenzaka, cannot allow myself to be a threat to those around me!

[It's him, of course he's talking about himself. So!

The nearest pokemon is quickly met with a look from beady, yellow LED eyes.] You!

I require you to pull this hand of mine as far away from here as possible! We must test this distance once and for all!

[As he says that, his hands are actually spinning around him until he stops talking. That's weird. No arms is so weird. Let's figure this out!]

[CHALLENGE YOUR MIND CAVE]

[They have an hour to escape the cave.] Hmmmmmmmm...

[Diminishing air, extreme temperatures, various tunnels and-]

Auh- food? That is... [Well, he can certainly eat, even needs to regularly, and they Should probably have their energy as they get out of here, but...]

Hmm! Very well. I, the man Gongenzaka, shall accept this meal! [Andddd that's the part where his head lifts up like a freaking trash can lid WHAT-

Click. Close.

The LED lights turn into little upside-down 'u's, and he hums.] Hmm! Yes! That was just what I needed- let us begin to make our way out from here now!

[what, do you want answers about what just happened, don't worry about that-]

Challenge Your Body

[loopsiedaisy]

O-okay?

[There's at least one reason that Gongenzaka pointing at Siffrin for this experiment was a good choice, intentional or not. As a Shinx, they probably aren't going to be too bothered if they get zapped!]

[On the other hand (heh heh) - Gongenzaka's hands are huge. And Siffrin is tiny.]

[The Shinx circles said hand once or twice, trying to figure out just how they're supposed to do this... then simply headbutts it and starts shoving.]

Firepaw | Warrior Cats | Current Character | OTA

[firealone]

i. To the Rescue

[Firepaw has spent the last month trying (and failing) to learn how to swim, in case another storm swept new folk onto the shore. And it might not be a storm, but as soon as he hears that there are new folk arriving he springs into action. One very undersized Litten, sprinting through the forest at full pace, trying to track down anyone who needs him.

If the confused Pokemon are small enough (less than a foot tall) he'll grab them and carry them back, but for most Pokemon he has to lead them out of the woods behind him, usually asking them to hold his tail for guidance. He tries not to talk much until they're out of the fog, but once they're safe he'll be happy to give them the run down.]

ii. Lingering Shadows

[Firepaw managed to talk about his doubts, and did his best to help others. So he's been having great dreams, of stalking the woods back home and catching mice. It does make him feel a little bit bad that he's doing well while others are struggling, but that's just more incentive for the cuddling he was already on board for.

So if anyone needs it, he'll happily curl up next to (or on top of) the characters who are having bad dreams, even visiting the other guilds and the PokeClinic to check if anyone needs him. He's down to chatter before bed, too, since he doesn't sleep very deeply anyway. With some of the people he already knows, he might even mention some of the things that have been plaguing his mind the last month or so.]

iii. Pressed For Space

[Unsurprisingly, Firepaw is finding new ways to run himself ragged. Since he's small and fast, he's been taking "alternate routes" around the PokeClinic to deliver medicine. And by that I mean he's been running on top of shelves and tables with the little bags of medicine in his mouth. He's been getting pretty good at learning the smells of different Pokemon species, so he's also managing to do all this with minimal mix-ups. But he is also starting to look exhausted.

He's on his way to bring another Pokemon their medicine, when the exhaustion catches up with him catastrophically. He misses the landing on the rolling table he was jumping to, bangs his chin on it and then flips tail over head to hit the ground on his side, having failed to fully catch himself midair.

And worst of all, the medicine bag ripped, the bottle inside broke and some sort of liquid has spilled onto the floor and a few Pokemons' fur.]

Agh... mouse-dung! [He stands up and shakes himself off - he shouldn't groom the medicine out of his fur, but he isn't sure what else to do about it. Or the bruise blossoming on his shoulder. Instead he just checks on whoever's closest to him.] Are you okay? Can I get you anything?

iv. Learning Your Body

[Firepaw is, of course, helping out with classes for newly quadripedal Pokemon. He has a lot of advice for moving with four paws, although it skews sharply in favor of cat-like movement. He also is happy to help out with scent-tracking, since many Pokemon have sharper noses than humans - he even offers his scent compendium, which is a physical book (although ICly has a lot more cat-specific terminology), and helps teach others how to figure out a Pokemon's species by smelling them.

If anyone wants them, he's also offering around to teach others how to hunt. But even he is aware that it feels weird to hunt things that can beg for their lives, so he's very understanding if no one takes him up on it.]

iv.

[dunchies]

[ The moment that compendium winds up in his hands (paws, actually), he can't seem to let it go. So many different species he has yet to encounter — he's barely scratched the surface since getting here and already he's eager to learn more. As he commits Firepaw's notes to memory, he can’t help but let his imagination run wild, sticking his nose up in the air to try to capture one of the scents described. It takes a while for him to finally give it up to the next person, but he uses that as an opportunity to find the writer himself. ]

E-excuse me? [ Despite the size difference as a Boltund, he fidgets slightly when approaching the Litten, like a fan anxious to meet their idol for the first time. ] Did you write that yourself? The scent compendium, I mean?

Tohru Adachi | Persona 4 | Poochyena | OTA

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Arrival/Out of the Woods ]
[ It started after he had just eaten lunch, and had sprawled out on his cot to debate if he wanted to take another nap. At first, he thought it was indigestion, prison food being the way it was and all, but with the pain affecting every inch of his body, there was no way it was anything but poison of some kind. So this is how they decided to get rid of him, eh? Tired of dealing with his insistence when it came to the truth of what happened, and just quietly kill him in his cell. They'd probably use the excuse of a heart attack, "Tragically died of natural causes, no need for an autopsy." Cowards. ]

[ When everything turned black, no sight, no sound, he was pretty sure he was dead, that this afterlife. It kinda felt like traveling to that other world, if he was honest. Only instead of TV screens flying by, it was one big fat nothing. Now that he thought about it, that whole mess with Sho, and once the creepy voice started, it made him wonder if he had blacked out from pain and someone tossed him in a TV. ]

[ When everything came back into focus, he wasn't too surprised that he wasn't in his cell anymore, but everything felt off in that same way arriving in that other world felt. He groaned, trying to get up, but his limbs felt like jelly and his head decided to make the forest around him spin, and he flopped back down, resting his head on his paws with a pathetic sounding whine. ]

[ ...waitaminute. ]

[ Tohru Adachi's head snapped up almost immediately, staring down at the grey furred paws that definitely shouldn't be in place of his hands. He pawed at the ground, flexing his pads so that little claws popped out of their sheathes, and he tried to shoot up again in alarm. He immediately regretted it as another wave of nausea made him dizzy again, and he let out a pathetic sounding sneeze, flopping back onto the ground with a huff. ]

Ugh... I'm so done with this weird crap happening to me...

[ Pressed for Space ]
[ Adachi was more than happy to just flop on a cot (or... nest? He had no idea what to call things now that he was some kind of animal) and let someone else take care of him for awhile. The food had to be better than what was available in prison after all, and it was nice to have people (Pokémon?) fuss over him instead of trying to beat a "proper" confession out of him. ]

[ Although he wasn't the only one being fussed over. The place was packed with sick people (Pokémon), and the staff looked like they were on their last nerve, so he decided being on his best behavior was probably the smart thing to do. He laid out with his head on his paws, waiting for whoever had a free moment to give him a look over and figure out what kind of sickness he ended up with from the creepy fog in the forest. ]

[ Man, though; there sure was a couple of weirdos around. He was definitely sure he saw something in a teapot float by, and he wasn't sure if he was seeing things or that's just the kind of variety people (Pokémon) came in around here. ]

...I'm never going to get used to this.

[ He let out a huff through his bigger nose (snout?), already picturing Dojima-san's reaction to all this. Hell, he probably would be in the cot next to him just staring at everyone passing by, still denying the crazy shit that happened. The thought brought a sad smile to his face, though he quickly let out a yawn to hide it. ]

[ Learning Your Body ]
[ Once he was well enough to get out of bed, Adachi found himself roped up in some kind of "seminar" for lack of a better word for it. He still wasn't quite good with walking around yet, half dragging himself with his front legs, half stumbling around every time he tried to use his back legs in conjunction with his front legs. Trying to go through some of these "activities" to fix that seemed impossible. ]

Can't I just go back to bed?

[ Okay, maybe that was a little more whiny than an "adult" should be, but he was already over all this. Why did he have to end up as some kind of mutt? It would have been better if he had turned into a bird, or one of the floaty things that were around; at least he wouldn't've had to worry about figuring out how to walk again. ]

Arrival

[truthdecided]

[Another sick Pokémon, and judging by his words, likely another off-world arrival. From his perch in the treetops, Akechi surveys him for a few moments, then he hopes down, gliding to the ground before Adachi with a surprisingly stern look for such a small, round creature.]

I'm afraid you're going to have to accept more "weird crap" as a fact of life. It's been nearly two months since the first wave of us arrived.

[His voice doesn't especially sound cute or fitting for a volleyball-sized bird, either. More like a grouchy teenager, really.]

Ren Amamiya | Persona 5 Royal | Current Player

[colorsflyinghigh]

1. Aid into the fire

It's almost like a scene out of a horror movie- the fog rolling into the forest, and confused pokemon hobbling about in an almost zombie-like fashion. It'd be enough to give anyone the shivers, but Ren's not so easily scared. As soon as word came from teh Cheri Berries, he was among the first to go out and help, and it quickly becomes clear that the pokemon here are facing a similar illness that the Persian he encountered alongside Akechi and Firepaw was. The confused movements and words, the aggression that they don't seem to really understand themselves- it's familiar indeed.

Still, Ren perseveres, going in to aid the confused pokemon (who are very quickly turning out to be just like him- transformed into one), trying to soothe them with his newly discovered power: rubbing his forepaws together to produce a soothing, sweet aroma.

"Over here!" he calls out, "follow me! I know a safe place!"

2. Lingering Shadows (CW: Police brutality, gun violence, drugging.)

(Nightmare spoilered for your convenience. Please take note of the CWs if you intend to read!)
A foot stomps on Ren's leg, while another kicks him in the stomach. He cries out, and mocking voices laugh at him as he curls into himself; the effort is in vain, no matter what he does, boots and knuckles smash into him, striking every spot they can reach. Someone puts a foot on his temple, digging their heel in and grinding, grinding, grinding. Somewhere in the corner of his eye, a red light blinks- a camera- maybe he-

"What- did you think that can be used as video evidence?" a mocking voice asks, and Ren tries to answer- but all he gets for his troubles is another boot to the stomach. He hacks and coughs, trying to get air, but it's no use.

He doesn't understand- he though their plan worked. He thought he'd gotten through this. Didn't he-?

A faceless presence in uniforms effortlessly lifts him by the hair, making him cry out- and a needle digs into his neck. Panic rises, his breath quickening as he tries to squirm away- no- nonononono not again- but he can't. He can't. His body is too weak, and he's dropped to the ground again- no, he's sitting in a chair, handcuffed to it, his vision hazy. He can't think, can't see, everything hurts hurts hurts-

There's a gun in his face. A beige uniform, a sharp grin with maroon eyes, gloved hands.

"Goodbye, Ren," Akechi says, and Ren gasps, tries to call out, but there's a bang, and-

Ren shoots awake from his nightmare with a loud gasp. A splitting headache makes him unable to open his eyes, his entire body aching, his breaths coming out in short, uncontrolled bursts. Everything hurts, leaving him to curl miserably into himself as he tries to make sense of his situation- of himself.

"Ah- ah..." he moans pitifully, barely aware of the other pokemon he might've woken up. He tries to take deep breaths, tries to calm down- slowly but surely, the headache goes away, but the rest...

Bone deep aches remain throughout his entire body, no matter how he shifts, how deep he breathes, what he does. The observant pokemon may also notice that, when the leafy hair on top of his head shifts, it reveals an angry red scar that definitely wasn't there before. It's mostly round, with patches of fur trying to close in around it, but unable to.

"What the hell...?" Ren groans as he slowly regains himself, despite the lingering aches.

3. Pressed for space

The aches have gotten better, but they haven't left completely. Ren meant to get a checkup at the PokeClinic, but seeing how busy it is, he decides he's well enough to help out instead of pile work onto them. He can move just fine- he probably just overdid it with training the other day. He shouldn't bother them with that- the aches will probably get better on their own, anyway. As it stands, it's almost easy enough to forget they're there if he's distracted.

Almost. But not quite.

Still determined to help out, he's quickly given a batch of food and medicine, and instructed by Polteageist themself to which pokemon these should go. So, with a small basket strapped to his back and another one in his mouth, he's quick to bring the items to where they need to go. He rounds the corner into a room, putting down the basket in his mouth to call out.

"Did anyone here need a Lum Berry? I've got some!"

4. Wildcard
Do none of these prompts interest you, but still wanna play with Ren? Send me a message in my OOC Inbox and we'll figure something out!

2

[truthdecided]

"Ren!" Akechi was next to him, soundly sleeping until Ren's moans and discomfort roused him from hiss rest. Something is clearly wrong. Akechi thought the nightmares were over, but this looks like far more than a bad dream.

He's far from the comforting sort, but nonetheless, he moves closer. "Tell me what happened."

Scars don't come out of nowhere, and the placement... Akechi tries not to grimace.

Mario | Idol Land PriPara | (Shiny) Bunnelby

[chuunipyon]

[[OOC: Here is a doodle of Mario's appearance (the one on the left, as the right would likely be later down the road.) Also please be sure to check Mario's opt-out since the relevant topics might come up in threads here!]]

OUT OF THE WOODS - ARRIVAL
["If I win, never show your face in front of me again!"

It had hurt, when Amari had said that. The anger and desperation in her tone rattled Mario to his core, but he managed to kept a cool composure, closing his eyes. So it was like that, huh? Well, at least she was finally looking at him, he thinks, even if it was with eyes full of distain.

He opens his mouth to reply to her when he's struck with a very different kind of pain. PriPara had physical pain, of course, it was possible to get hurt and god knows there were any number of slapstick shenanigans going on at any given moment, but PriPara was rarely vicious. PriPara was almost never cruel. This, though? This was an intensity unlike anything he'd felt before. As someone who never existed in the physical world, it was a sensation he couldn't begin to draw a comparison to or put words for.

He screams. He screams until his voice gives out - no, until his voice is stripped away from him. All of his senses begin to fall away. He begins to fall away. Which, is like, cool, cool. The feeling of turning into nothing! Not like that's something he had had way too many close calls with lately or anything. Definitely wasn't quickly becoming sort of a traumatic trigger for him!

He wants to scream even louder but nothing comes out. Instead, there is a voice. And then there is a warmth. And then he is awake, lying on his back. He stares blearily at the canopy of trees above him. He coughs twice. The air feels heavy here.]

Is this... PriPara?

[No buddy, it most certainly is not.]


PRESSED FOR SPACE - CLINIC
[Mario is dragged into the clinic kicking and thrashing and coughing up a storm.]

"For my heath and safety"? I couldn't care less! [Cough] This is all just some stupid dream! You're messing with a demon king here, you know! [Coughcough.] I'll curse you for the next ten generations if you lay a hand on me!!

[You can hear him shouting even down the hall. Are you just passing by or were you the unlucky soul tasked with caring for him? Either way, someone bring this rabbit some medicine. Or maybe a tranquilizer. Or both.]


LEARNING YOUR BODY - SPARRING
[Mario can be found skulking around the beach, scanning the perimeter of the fighting tournaments. Something had been gnawing at him since he got here and this was the perfect place to handle it. There's a sort of manic intensity in his little red eyes as he locks onto you and approaches.]

Hey. You. I want you to attack me. Really attack me. I wanna test something.

[...What a totally normal thing to say to a stranger!]


LEARNING YOUR BODY - ESCAPE ROOMS
Hah! Why would anyone want to work in a team? I'm a lone wolf genius who doesn't need a partner! I don't need anyone!

[...so he says, striking a needlessly dramatic pose with his paw drawn to his face, but he keeps making furtive glances at nearby pokemon who are signing up to participate. He's clearly way more interested than he wants to let on. Will you humor him? Deride him? Totally ignore him!?]


WILDCARD
[I'm absolutely down for any and everything so if you have something you want to do that isn't listed here, feel free to throw me a starter or hit me up via PM or at carrieface to plot something out! I'll match your format, so feel free to use prose if you prefer it to brackets!]

Sparring

[quirkynote]

[Oh! A rabbit.

...Interesting, he doesn't appear to have any survival instincts whatsoever, an Earth rabbit would definitely not just bounce up to someone like this. Maybe it's a trait specific to this Pokémon species...? Well then, who is she to deny him his needs.]

Mn... Very well.

[Without much else of a warning, A.B.A holds up her claw, then swings it across in an attempt to fling him off into the distance.]

Shadow Milk Cookie/"Pure Vanilla Cookie" | Cookie Run Kingdom | Zoroark

[realeyesrealize]

[Arrival -- no prompts, just flavor]

[Escaping into his Other-Realm, Shadow Milk Cookie was breathless and shaken up. Pure Vanilla Cookie... how could he? How DARE he?! He implied that Shadow Milk was just.... just LONELY? That he just needed friends?! What utter and complete nonsense. He was a BEAST. He didn't need friends! He didn't need anyone! He never did!

How dare that simpering softy throw him off his game like that. Using his own manipulation techniques against him...]

... Tch. Next time, no more Mr. Nice Cookie.

[But there's something else wrong, something Shadow Milk Cookie couldn't quite pinpoint. And then there was pain. Sudden, excruciating, crumbling pain. Pain like he'd never felt before...

No. Once before. When his Soul Jam had been torn away from him, and he'd been sealed away in that accursed tree--!

And as the pain ebbed away, there he was in the void. Again. No senses, no body, nothing. Just a cookie and his thoughts.]

Great. Just great. This AGAIN?

[How? He'd crumbled that stupid Elder Faerie Cookie, and there was no way that White Lily Cookie had this kind of power, not yet.

He doesn't know how long he floated there. It could have been minutes, it could have been another milennia! Dark thoughts... as if that were any different than normal. Shadow Milk Cookie's thoughts were always dark. Darkness was where he belonged, anyway. This is all he had left.

But then there was a light, warm and inviting. Ugh. It reminded him of that cookie... It's so cloyingly sweet and pleasant. But in it, he could feel his body again, feel existence. He wasn't keen on being trapped for another eon, so as irritating as that golden light is, he reached out for it]

♦︎ Brain Fog - as Shadow Milk Cookie [forest]

[Fog. Inside, and out. It's cold -- dough-chilling, really -- and the cookie's body feels big and heavy. Wait. Did it feel weird? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything, anymore. Trying to grab on to thoughts was like trying to hold the finest sugar sand in his hands -- slipping away the harder he tried to grab them. Where was he? ... Who was he...?

With a groan, the cookie puts a hand to his head -- and immediately notices something really is wrong. His icing feels weirdly soft, flexible, and filamentous. And his dough has a weird give to it, more like a firm jelly.]

Wh-- what?

[he looks down at himself. What was he? Some sort of weird greyish wolf creature with bright purple-blue claws? He tries to shift back into his proper cookie form... but he can't remember what he looks like.

Panic starts to set in. Who is he? What should be look like?! He should know these things! He should know everything. So why...?

In a panic, he just starts running. At first on two legs, as he was used to, then dropping down on all fours, out of instinct. Faster, faster, faster--

WHAM. He runs right into another unlucky pokémon]

♢ Into the Light - as Pure Vanilla Cookie [outside the forest]

[one way or another, alone or with company, the cookie makes his way out of the thickest, foggiest part of the woods. The further he gets from the dark heart of the forest, the easier his memories are to hold on to. That's right. He's Shadow Milk Cookie. He is the Master of Deceit, a God of Lies, a fabled Beast Cookie... His form is changed, and his Soul Jam is gone. And this isn't where he's supposed to be.

As soon as he has his wits about him, he slips away from any companions he may have acquired and finds a place to hide and observe. He watches the strange, colorful creatures -- they didn't look like any dessert-folk or animals he'd ever seen, though some were somewhat familiar. Birds. Hounds. Rabbits. Sheep. But no cookies to be seen. Even his surroundings were strange -- the trees, the flowers, the grass, none of them looked right. He doesn't feel right, either. But inside, deep down, he can feel something familiar.

Illusions. The power of deceit and trickery. It's not quite the same as the powers he was used to, but close enough that he feels like he can use them comfortably.

He spots a bipedal cotton candy sheep-like creature. Squinting, he pulls on his new but familiar powers, taking on the illusory form of the pink sheep creature. He grabs a nearby stick to use as a staff, then exits his hiding spot. He would pretend to be another for now... just in case. And the best lies always had a drop of truth in them, didn't they? He changes up his voice -- it's not a perfect mimicry of Pure Vanilla Cookie, but it's close enough for now. He calls out to the other Pokémon]

-- Ah! Hello, hello there! Did you also just escape that dreadful forest?

♢ I'm a Healer - as Pure Vanilla Cookie [clinic]

[He makes it back to the "Pokémon" town, and now it was time to kill two Blueberry Birds with one stone -- solidify his fake Pure Vanilla persona, and gather information. Knowledge, after all, was everything. He knew nothing of this world, it's creatures and people, it's laws... and that would just not do. You can't control what you don't understand.

It's almost invigorating -- he had been born with all the knowledge of the truths of Earthbread. He'd never had to learn anything! In his long, long life, he'd rarely gotten to experience something new. It's enough to make him ignore the mild illness he was still feeling, at least for the time being.

So, still in the guise of a gentle flaaffy with a wooden staff and closed eyes, he wanders the halls of the clinic, listening closely for any tidbits of information]

Ah, hello there. I'm afraid I'm without my usual healing capabilities, but please, let me know what I can do to help.

[Ugh. Gross. Pretending to be Pure Vanilla Cookie was going to be harder than he thought...]

[[OOC: Shadow Milk Cookie is a shiny zoroark! But once he gets out of the forest, he'll be masquerading as a flaaffy and calling himself Pure Vanilla Cookie. Because he's an asshole. It IS possible to see through his illusion, partially or completely, but it's not easy -- please discuss with me first by PM if that's the way you wanna play it out! And of course, any Pure Vanilla Cookie players out there... hit me up :D]]

Brain Fog

[truthdecided]

[The thing about being a Rookidee is that a small body is very easy to knock around. Akechi likes to think he's observant. When the Zoroark thunders his way he tries to dodge, but oops!

Not fast enough, he takes the collision about as gracefully as you would expect.

That is to say, his tiny body careens backwards, and it's only through a haphazard fluttering of his wings that he avoids crashing into a tree trunk.]

...You're certainly in a hurry.

ichiban kasuga | yakuza/like a dragon | gholdengo

[ichibonding]

I. FOREST

[ Whoa, man, he feels like a ton of bricks.

Kasuga doesn't realize how close that is to reality. One-thousand dubloon-sized coins might not add up to a ton, but they weigh a bit. It's not exactly encouraging him to get up. As long as he doesn't hear anyone coming, he won't. No one's kicked him in the ribs so far, which means he can take this whole coming-to in a strange place thing slow. He opens one eye, then the other.

Huh, well, still no sign of any assorted goons staring him down, and that sure is a lush looking canopy over his head. So—the woods? Must be pretty far out in them, too, if he can't hear the symphony of all the sedans rolling through Ijincho.

Time to start making sure he's all in one piece, starting with his hands, since those are easy enough to stick in front of his face. They sparkle like crazy in a picture-perfect shaft of sunlight, like they've been stuffed into bright golden gauntlets. ]

A-a suit of armor...? No way! I gotta look so cool right now—like a heavy-hitter tank class!

II. CLINIC

[ It doesn't take Kasuga long to turn into exactly the kind of patient Nanba said were the worst. The one who keeps getting out of bed, the one who insists that he's fine before anyone can even check on him. All gilded up like this, he's not super convinced his body can get sick, but what it does have is two working arms and two working legs.

The Pokémon too weak to even say that, they're the ones who should be getting the attention!

Where there isn't a qualified Chansey to fill in, there's a Gholdengo rushing around like a golden bullet, ready to be a huge hypocrite and not take no for an answer if an ill Pokémon needs a hand getting where they need to go. Size differences allowing, he'll scoop them right up in his... unfortunately rather uncomfortable, rigid arms, but don't worry! ]

Hold on, little guy, someone here will know what to do!

[ Every pokemon smaller than him is "little guy"... ]

III. MAKE IT RAIN

[ You might catch Kasuga in a rare moment where he is symptomatic.

What's an under the weather Gholdengo like, you ask? Well, he's seized by a coughing fit the same any other creature. Instead of bringing up sputum, though, a single coin flies out of his mouth-hole.

He can't downplay what just happened even if he wanted to, because said coin pings! off the clinic floor and isn't about to stop making a commotion there. It spins like a top for too many seconds before settling. Kasuga, meanwhile, is aghast.

Is... Is this the coin-man equivalent of coughing up an organ? ]

Uh, uh, uh, uh. Uhhhh?

iii

[shotinhead]

[ That is sure a creature made out of golden coins.

Which just coughed out a cough. The Dragonite with a nasty scar and a missing eye stares down. And then stares up. And then stares down again. ]

...The good news is they don't actually use coins here?

[ that is not good news!!! ]

dark heart | care bears movie ii | curent character | ota

[favorforafavor]

a. the welcome wagon;

[When Mightyena picked him up by the scruff of his neck and brought him into the fold with Oran, it was with the idea that she should get to him first. Cut in line, get ahead of anyone with worse intentions that Dark Heart could thrive under. Going into the woods to get a feel for these newcomers feels a bit like that, like getting ahead to be the first to see what sort of folk we're dealing with.

A Nickit slinks out of the fog and says;]

What's the matter, feeling turned around?

b. lingering shadows; (cw drowning, dead body through the lens of dream logic, casual hallucination)

[The dream rushes in like floodwater, swallowing him up. Dark Heart feels it like it was real, that choking feeling. Something is holding him beneath the water and letting the water fill his lungs until suddenly-- suddenly he's coughing, sputtering at the edge of a lake. Loud and echoing and alone.

"What did you do?" a voice calls; the dream spills into another room. In his arms is a familiar body, heavy and slipping through his fingers like sand; Dark Heart can feel it like static along his arms. A different feeling, a new one presses at his chest now. He doesn't know where he sent her, this poor, fragile thing, just knows that he did it. That he was always going to, feelings or no feelings. No matter how he tries to keep her still, she slips away until she's nothing, until he wakes gasping in The Spire. Any Oran guild members may have heard this, might see the cold sweat he's broken into.

The following days are unusual. It's not unusual for a dark, cloudy figure of himself to prance around, leading others astray. What's odd is that Dark Heart is on the receiving end of this, that it seems to be everywhere these days. And god does he look tired.]

c. dinner and a show

[Even if he was in tip top shape, Dark Heart wouldn't be chomping at the bit to spar. He's sitting off to the side of everyone else, watching everyone Bite and Quick Attack each other. It's quite educational, knowing just what everyone can do. Talking about it is one thing but seeing is another entirely.

You'll probably spy the Nickit on a higher rock, looking down with a smarmy little grin. Or maybe he'll even say something, like;]

Hey, that's the spirit! [or;] You aren't gonna take that, are you?

c

[arceusstansme]

[The small Cyndaquil seems quite proud of herself as she manages to beat someone easily.]

Of course I'm not going to take it, like, what do they think I am? Like, I am just built better.

[You know, the Pokemon you just beat is right there. Are you going to say good job to them or anything Akari? It looks at her expectantly. She looks back at it.]

Like, you should've been able to tell.

[Then back to the Nickit as if she just didn't talk down to someone.]

Obviously.

fordola | final fantasy xiv | new character

[hatenna]

Pre-prompts. CW: Suicidal thoughts.

[ Perhaps they had changed their mind, and decided to execute her. Fordola did not blame them. Even as she saved them from Lakshmi. Even as she had taken all of that from them.

She did not get how Firoza could have handled it, even now, after that vision she had. She did not want to, anymore, as she laid in nothingness. As she heard sounds around her. Perhaps this death would finally make up for everything she had felt.

A warm voice spoke to her. It is not a command. It is not the anger of her countrymen, or the happiness they had also felt over her saving them. Was it the Primal, the Lady of Bliss, rooting though her artificial protection?

Fordola felt her thoughts fading again. ]

Out of the Woods: [cw: suicidal thoughts]

[ The smell of the forest almost snapped Fordola out of it. Her body feels heavy, sickly. She can't seem to push herself up on her hands, she can't even make a fist. Things are wrong, too wrong--

--but things are silent, for a time. She doesn't feel the hatred of her guards, the small whispers of emotions she didn't know how to block out. She let out a sigh, barely moving.

Until she felt it again. Emotions. Was that concern, or was that the vicious anger of a coming crowd, or was it curiousity? They felt similar, sometimes. Fordola didn't bother opening her eyes. (Which felt covered by her hair. Had she not brushed her hair well enough before probably slipping off?)

Maybe this was another weird bullshit power of the Resonant. She didn't know. ]

Yes, yes, I escaped somehow. Coming to chain me up again? Just get it over with, then.

[ This 19-year-old girl-turned-Pokemon is just laying in the fog. Like a proper witch. ]

Learning Your Body:

[ After learning the whole, you know, she's not dying and now she's actually this thing, Fordola was not happy. How much food her body needed was something Fordola was focused on, moreso then learning her abilities. She knew that she would be putting herself though drills to figure them out.

However, she was struggling. She had laid one of the Type Muffins on the ground, eating it from there, letting out grumpy sounds as she did. This was pathetic. She hated it! She was smol and adorable!

Energy sparked from around her. And an odd aura was near to her - a healing aura, like a slight fog. She was using Life Dew without knowing it. ]

Lingering Shadows

[ Fordola was used to sleeping close to people. It's what she did! She was a soldier. A commander.

But why did she feel that draw now? To approach others, even as her Hatenna-abilities (so she'd heard, but really she thought it was just her Resonant bleeding though) screamed emotions at her? Her footsteps were quiet. She was almost trying to sneak close to you. Even if you didn't have that lingering aura of softness. She's grumpy, but:

She is settling next to you, walking by your side, looking tired. Not talking, looking to the ground. You think. Her eyes are covered. ]

[[ ooc: fordolas' canon point is after 4.1-- wow that was three expansions ago. feel free to message me at plurk [shslivalice] if you want another prompt! ]]

[Out of the Woods] holy shit i'm ON MY WAY

[bladeofnymeia]

[The emotion that would be coming Fordola's way is one of resolute determination, concern and caution and a genuine desire to help others. She has to push through some brush, which is probably what prompts someone to speak up-

Firoza pauses only for a moment as the familiarity of the voice strikes home.]

...Fordola?

[Oh shit. Oh shit. No way she's going to leave someone she knows, no matter their past and deeds, out in this fog alone to suffer.]

Hold on, I'm coming...!

[She's probably one of the last people Fordola would want helping her, this Firoza knows. But still...you just don't leave people suffering out in the wilderness! Not now, not ever.]

Ken Ichijouji | Digimon Adventure 02 | Nymble

[ourtomorrow]

[ Arrival | Lost in a Fog ]

[ It's familiar.

Not the pain, not quite; he's never felt himself physically compact before....but the hopelessness, the fuzziness, the blurred edges of the world? It's familiar. It laps at him, like graphite-colored waves. He remembers how easy it was to let himself sink beneath those waves, thinking he'd escape pressure only to be crushed instead. He shivers.

And forces himself awake with a shriek. ]

HUUUUAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!

[ Once his eyes are open, he tries to focus. Takes stock of what he can identify through the fog, using each detail to ground himself. He's not - not where he feared. But he has been transported somewhere else again, somewhere unfamiliar. He has to get up.

To get up, move forward. There are things he has to do.

The little Nymble struggles to all fours, tries to stand on two legs. Fails. Falls head-first. Only barely manages to keep from planting his face in the dirt. That didn't feel right. His body doesn't feel right.

He concentrates. His antennae twitch, flooding his senses with new stimuli, absorbed in ways his brain has never processed before. He wiggles a front leg until he can get it in front of his eyes - his eyes, where even his field of vision has both expanded and split -

He doesn't scream again. But he does ask, as if something out there can answer: ]

Why.......?

[ .....though it also dawns on him, foolish shortsighted him, as he feels more than hears the leaves rustle around him, that shrieking was not the smartest thing he could have done in an unfamiliar location. ]

[ Pressed For Space | Cot in the Act ]

[ Thanks to the spreading illness, the Clinic has filled up fast, but if anyone looking around for somewhere to rest need only look, well, down. There's a small Bug-type Pokemon noticing their approach and skittering to the edge of his cot. ]

Ah - here.

[ Ken hops down from the cot, hoping that indicates he doesn't mind giving it up to this other Pokemon. Who is likely larger, and might be sicker. Him hogging this entire cot would be a waste.

To seal the deal, he adds: ]

I don't need it.

[ No one has ever accused him of being Good With Words. ]

[ Agility Course | Jumping Jitterbug ]

[ "I'm going to stop worrying about the things I can't do," Ken had decided recently. "Because I'm sure there are many things I CAN do." He'd meant his capabilities as a person, as a human, but the same logic applies here, doesn't it? What's more, he's been sent to an unfamiliar world and doesn't know the reason. This is no time to feel sorry for himself!

Fortunately for Ken, "what he can do" is.....very easy to deduce. Now he just needs to learn this body.

He stands at the beginning of the agility course, focused inward, gaze cast to the ground without really seeing anything. Feel it. On his back, the extra pair of legs. Coiled, taut, waiting. Focus on them. Lift, unfold, snap -

Thwwwkkkk!!!

That's the sound of a grasshopper taking off out of nowhere and careening into the foliage ahead. Where will he land, how will he land?

That depends. Is there anyone in the way? ]

pressed for space

[truthdecided]

[This small, round bird frowns at the offer. It's noble, certainly, but...]

There's no need. I'm merely here to assist the clinic staff.

[He places down a basket with some berries.]

I understand wanting to offer space to others, but you shouldn't entirely surrender what you have.

[He remembers crowded situations like this at some of the orphanages he passed through.]

Archnemon | Digimon Adventure 02 | New

[wovensecrets]

[ a. wanderers in the fog ]

[ Ugh. It all hurts.

Physically, mentally, it was a complex whirl of emotions that plagued the line between nothingness and awareness, as she often would fight so hard to keep them suppressed. There were far too many sensations blossoming and yet so muddled into a dense fog that made it hard to process, where the blur of all that had gone wrong began and whatever was taking it's place collided in the following moments. One voice, awful and betraying, another, unknown, as if a line had been crossed... Unaware of how much she had been shaking, or even how long she had been screaming, a small spider that had been deposited in a tree, slowly wakens.

Small, groggy, bound up in a tiny body that felt somehow suitable and yet, all wrong--]

Nnnn... a child form...? What -

[ Misjudging her position and size she suddenly found herself falling from the unexpected perch. By instinct, she barely found herself utilizing string shot for catching herself before she hits the ground at the last minute, swinging back and forth violently by a strand, perplexed at this shift and likely to encounter something else solid in a moment. ]



[ b. the shadows of the clinic ]

[ The overcrowded, noisy building is not somewhere that this spinarak with what seems to simply be a perpetual grumpy expression on it's back wants to willingly linger in once she's directed toward it, especially once it becomes clear just how overcrowded it is, how loud it is, that even if she wanted to focus her mind on anything else she was just too bothered by the atmosphere. And yet it's been insisted that she cannot leave until someone has seen to her, no matter how many times and again she's attempted to skitter herself out only to find herself lead back in. Something about being unwell, but clearly they just don't have the time... ]

If you don't let me leave here right now, I swear -

[ She would prefer not to have a confrontation, but she's in a highly agitated state. ]



[ c. wildcard ]

[ Feel free to wing it - when the Archnemon-turned-Spinarak isn't too busy being agitated by everything, her hobbies include: going up to high places and observing. Looking for good food or a relaxation spot. More likely being annoyed if she can't find any of these things easily, but at least getting a lay of the land helps.

New world, new rules, her mind is still catching up in survival mode and trying very hard to shut out most else. ]

b

[truthdecided]

[That is an extremely agitated spider, isn't it? A very large spider.

Briefly, Akechi scowls. Why is it that even arachnids get to be bigger than him?

Well, whatever. It's not like he can blame her for her frustrations. It certainly wasn't this bad during his arrival. To think things would change so much...]

It may be a matter of quarantine, with the illness going around. Add that to the severe lack of staff and need to enlist help from the guilds, and it's no wonder things are so obscenely chaotic.

mithrun | delicious in dungeon (manga) | ralts (new)

[telefrags]

ooc: it’s a ralts! one with an unkempt, wavy bowlcut, and also two chips in its horns, but what a find.
also sorry in advance when i also testdrive a laios at some point because decision-making is my personal hell.


a. out of the woods.

[ He lets the fog roll over him as he lays on the forest floor, lost in thought. The pain he could push through, but that feeling – that pure hope – was far more overwhelming than he ever remembered. If only he could have held on just a little longer, then maybe – but it vanished as soon as it came, leaving him in a daze.

Now he was who knows where dealing with who knows what, all while strange creatures (monsters?) run around him in a panic. Most seem too preoccupied to pay him much mind anyway, so he waits to make his move until his surroundings settle into silence.

Maneuvering in a body that shouldn’t be his, though, proved to be more difficult than he thought. Changeling spores were one thing, but this seemed far beyond even that. He waddles onward, the air growing thicker the longer he goes on. His body starts to visibly tremble, ready to give out at any moment, yet his face shows no discomfort beyond a general weariness.

But then he hears it. That unmistakable voice, goading him like a little plaything. His eyes dart around, the most alert he’s been since waking. How did it get here? How did it find him? Was it all – His racing thoughts come to halt once he spots a figure moving in the distance. Through pure instinct and adrenaline alone, he teleports just above them, lunging with his, frankly, pitiable excuse for hands. ]

I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.

b. pressed for space

[ After making it out of the forest and into town (a miracle all on its own), he’s quickly whisked away to the clinic due to his sorry state. The hallucinations are gone, but the chills and aches are persistent enough to keep him under consistent watch. After a while, he insists he doesn’t need much more care, especially with the number of other patients now, but it’s clear he needs more rest than he lets on.

Even so, he can’t help but wander when no one is looking to scope the place out, only to realize he doesn’t know how to walk back to his room as easily as he left it. So, he’ll do the next best thing: teleport.

You might be lucky enough to get a sickly Ralts jumpscare when you least expect it, or just have him materialize into existence right where you’re walking. This place is a lot more cramped than he realized. ]

c. learning your body.

[ Admittedly, Mithrun is a bit peeved this is the body he wound up with. Despite all his physical training as an elf, he’s far too small and frail to use much of that now. At least he can use some form of teleportation magic (or move, rather) but even that’s more limited than he’s used to. What a pain.

He takes to the beach, recalling some of the moves his attending Gardevoirs had mentioned in the clinic. Focus on having a Calm Mind, then harness that energy into a Psychic attack at your opponent. Even without a target, he unleashes it ahead of him, unflinching, but eager to get it just right. ]

No, it’s too slow. There has to be more to this.

[ He tries again, and again, and again. Maybe it's time for a break? Or an actual opponent to try against? ]

a

[truthdecided]

[Okay, that was not what Akechi expected. Threats of murder from a total stranger? It's not outlandish in these woods, but when the Ralts comes diving down, he beats his wings into an Air Slash, trying to knock Mithrun off course.]

You'll find I'm not so easily slain!

Lusamine | Pokémon | Yungoos

[ibalsamina]

i. out of the woods

[In the depths of the forest, where the fog is thickest, a wavering, ghostly voice drifts between the trees.]

Mohn...? My Mohn...? Where—?

[The voice emanates from a slender, blonde-furred Pokémon trapped within the layer of ground fog closest to the forest floor. Clumsy on all fours, she stumbles forward without much direction, taking unsteady but purposeful strides one way only to abruptly whirl around or veer off in another, locked in a feverish search with no guide or foreseeable end. Her voice continues to call faintly, plaintively, out to nothing.]

Where have you gone?

[She rises up onto her hind legs then, blindly scanning her surroundings briefly before she starts forward again, still swaying on her feet as if drunk.]

I feel you... My darling, love, come find me... I've been alone—searching—for so long... Please—

[Feeling herself wobble, she reaches one paw out toward a low-hanging branch to steady herself. Uncaring to her mission, it snaps under her weight and she falls, collapsing with such a sense of finality that she appears to have simply dropped dead.]

ii. pressed for space

[Even after she's come to her senses and begun to grasp what this new world means for her, Lusamine remains a difficult patient. How she loathes the powerlessness of this state she's in—forced into a cramped cot alongside too many others and being fussed over by utter strangers. They're all Pokémon, the very same as her own precious babies (now taken away from her, too, worlds away from her loving touch)—and yet these ones can talk back and seem to be constantly judging her, eyeing her warily when she spends too long staring at the reaching, angelic-white tentacles only she can see unfurling from the walls, dictating what she can and cannot do under their supervision, and she is so tired and so hungry, desperately starving through every waking moment...

(A) Perhaps you find her during one of her feeble escape attempts, then, just after she's flung herself from her cot... only to fall in a graceless coil of blonde-and-brown fur on the floor.

Should you try to help her—or even approach her at all—she'll suddenly lift her hackles and head, snarling with all her overlarge fangs bared:]

Don't you touch me—!

[(B) Once it becomes clear that even the newest arrivals are encouraged to help, however, she is suddenly seized by a much-needed sense of purpose. Despite her initial misgivings about them, she sees it then: these are Pokémon after all—ailing, hurt, and frightened Pokémon, hardly any different from those she once cared deeply about protecting and showering with her love. They're helpless, scrambling, disorganized things; they need her.

With her head suddenly cleared, she springs into action. It almost seems as if there are two of Polteageist then, as the Yungoos flits around the clinic delivering food, medications, and the occasional gentle, motherly scolding, impressively fast for a mostly quadrupedal Pokémon on her hind legs. She is by turns doting and domineering over patients, depending on how readily they follow her instructions, but none could call her unprofessional or sloppy in her work. Right now, she is Madam President Lusamine again, sharp and dutiful.

If you are another helper, she might remark:]

My, how diligent you are... It truly is admirable, but I do hope you're remembering to take care of yourself as well... Is there anything I can lend a hand with?

[Patients struggling with one symptom or another, meanwhile, might find her scurrying over to their side to check in.]

Hello, dear. Is something the matter?

iii. learning your body

[Though Lusamine follows the other Pokémon to the beach, she doesn't immediately join in the sparring, choosing instead to watch from the sidelines, sitting primly with her tail wrapped neatly around her feet.

In another time, she would have leapt at this chance to live as a Pokémon and taken every opportunity to test her abilities. Yungoos is a tragically unappreciated creature, after all, as sweet and worthy of love to her as any other Pokémon... but its power just can't compare to that of her last form—her true form that she had found in the crystalline folds of Ultra Space.

There, she had been Nihilego, mother of beasts, multi-eyed and multi-limbed, with power and poison surging through every vein. She had been glorious then—beautiful, strong, and above all whole. But then Lillie had appeared and Nihilego was taken from her, just as everything had been taken from her, and now...

Thinking on it makes her blood boil. She doesn't notice that she's been subconsciously baring her fangs, or that ice is building on their sharpness...

At the approach of another, she startles back to the present, crunching the ice to nothing between her teeth.]

Oh... Hello there. [She recovers quickly, smiling as pleasantly as a Yungoos can manage.] Looking for a new opponent, are we?

i

[truthdecided]

[There is something haunting about hearing a woman calling out for a love that isn't there. Akechi follows the voice, and...

Ah.

Hardly a pleasant sign. The fog must be taking its toll.

And so, cautiously, he swoops down to investigate.]

Can you hear me?