002 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ 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
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!
ii. nightmares over
LINGERING SHADOWS
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?
iii. pokeclinic
PRESSED FOR SPACE
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.
LEARNING YOUR BODY
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swoobats
But in the present, the Zoroark's also peering up toward the branches above, though his thoughts are occupied with something a bit different from the Typhlosion beside him.
Rope and vine bridges, with wooden planks and boards interconnecting. Hm. Well, they're probably sturdy enough! Surely? The larger platforms and maybe even some of the broader tree branches look like they should have enough space to maneuver around on too, especially when one is used to the physical restrictions enforced by the battle trains. It still seems like a dangerous place to throw around too much fire carelessly, though ... That's not a concern for him personally, but given who he's with ...
Follow the schedule, follow the rules. Check safety... ]
... Maybe that should be a suggestion to Ribombee. 'Better access for Pokemon of varying body plans.' Don't know that it would matter as much if we're not in his guild, though. But I do not really know Guildmaster Ribombee so I cannot say.
[ Maybe they can make a more ramping path up? At least for the initial climb into the bulk of where the more constructed portions of the canopy are? Well, regardless. Emmet will do as suggested and rear back onto his hindlegs before clambering his way up the ladder, though not without one last thoughtful glance back at Ingo before he does. ]
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[Ingo considers the ladder a moment longer, then carefully begins to climb. It feels unstable, far more than it really ought...the lack of his normal limbs is throwing him off. He hasn’t done this before in this body. He moves slower than Emmet.]
We won't be able to move about much.
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[ But Emmet gives the space they're approaching another considering look as well as they both climb. ]
Should be space enough, probably. [ It better be. ] If one of us has to move around more. Maybe it should be me.
[ He's the more agile species; probably between some combination of Shadow Sneak and U-turn he's less likely to take a nasty fall to the ground below them. ]
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[Ingo has learned how to move fairly well in this body, but he's under no illusions that he's particularly nimble. He feels bulkier than he used to. Certainly he's bulkier than Emmet!
He keeps his eyes on his forepaws as he climbs, not looking up. It isn't going quite as badly as he'd feared, but he doesn't feel altogether stable. Nothing at all like climbing a ladder as a human. He misses having hands. He doesn't say so - shying away from bringing up anything even mildly negative with Emmet - but he does keep on talking after a moment, because of course he does.]
...wings sound difficult. I don't know how Akechi learned to fly that quickly!
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[ Oh, but the names alone don't really help Ingo, do they? Normally Emmet wouldn't keep going, but maybe a description, even if it's not the same as seeing it...?
(Besides, it keeps his thoughts partially off the subject of mitigating potential missteps in the trees. Only partially, though; there's still a portion of him noting the layout and sweeps and rises of the limbs and boughs, the connecting lines of the paths and bridges. Don't think he's forgotten that anecdote about the cliff.) ]
Fossil Pokémon. Very, verrrrry old! People think it might be the ancestor of most of the bird Pokémon around now. Yellow and blue plumage, some green, long tail. Some parts are more scale-y and less feathery.
Don't worry if you can't remember him though. He was more mine than yours anyway.
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...he is a...fossil?
[This, too, is easier to focus on than the fact that he cannot picture the Archen. Or Archeops? Either one of them. Maybe he was more Emmet's Pokemon than Ingo's, but the fact that Emmet would say such a thing at all means that there must have been...overlap? That's a strange thought in itself. He's never been close enough to anyone, or even lived in frequent enough proximity, to share companions like that.]
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[ Pros of keeping a conversation going as they climb: hey, look, they're maybe ... a third of the way up to the canopy platforms already? ]
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[If it was a living version, after all, they'd probably look different?]
I have seen a few of those. Lian, one of the other Wardens, is very interested in geology! We will go into the caverns together sometimes to look for stones, and he has found some fossils as well. [...] I have seen something that looked a bit like a Shieldon's plate?
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[ Beat. Somehow he wasn't actually expecting a yes on 'they appear in time space distortions', but well, Magnezone and Porygon-Z... ]
So that means they do show up? Do Cranidos or Rampardos appear too?
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[....huh. Ingo's silent for a moment, too. It's strange to realize that those are fossils? He's never seen them as anything other than living beings - or, at least, he did not realize that he had.]
......that is very strange. Does that mean that the dead can be revived in the future?
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Mmm. Kind of? Don't think it's really reviving the Pokémon who actually died. Just ... using their blueprints to help bring to life a new one.
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[He has no idea how that works either, but it's a little easier to swallow than "death has ceased to meaningfully exist in the future".]
Is it difficult for them to live in the future? The world must be very different - fossils like that are ancient even in my time.
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[ Joltik need supplemental electricity, Litwick like to take nibbles of life force, Durant and Crustle get extra rocks and minerals as needed, some cave dwelling Pokémon can be extra sensitive to sudden bright lights... ]
For me? Zephy was a lot like a newly hatched Pokémon in a lot of ways. Stronger, though. [ a big baby with strongly ingrained battle instincts aaaand maybe prey drive. ] Had to make sure he didn't try to chase too many things, yup. But it didn't seem hard for him I don't think. And he's definitely a cheerful Pokémon overall!
[ well, as long as Defeatist isn't in effect, anyway. but otherwise, Jolly nature. ]
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[Maybe it's easier because Zephy did not remember the past himself. Ingo cannot imagine it would be an easy transition to make if you did.
...but we aren't talking about that.]
The fossil Pokemon I have seen did seem to be doing well enough to me. Though I do not particularly know any of them personally! I probably would have worked with one eventually for a challenge, but I had not done so yet.
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[ There's definitely some kind of subtext to this conversation, but whether or not Emmet picks up on it...
Well, that's neither here nor there.
Onward and upward. ]
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It's hard to say. He just keeps climbing.
Hauling himself up onto the platform, once they get there, is a bit of a task, but he manages it. He looks around at their verdant surroundings.]
Well! I am glad I have been working more on ghost-type attacks!
[He could wonder why they accepted a fire-type for this mission, but...well, he's the fire-type who volunteered for it, so he hasn't any room to cast stones.]
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[ His tone stays even throughout, but his ears twitch a little, lay a little more flat, just for a moment. It was a shortcoming he'd noted as far back as his spar with Akechi, even, back when they'd only just arrived, and yet ...
Emmet shakes himself a little, under the guise of limbering up. Swoobat supposedly attacking the canopy, are they just in the wrong place, or did they come during a lull...? Hm, maybe should be listening for them instead. ]
But that is very convenient, yup. Means you can go all out without risk of friendly fire. [ or setting fire to the leaves. ] Notch eight, full throttle.
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[He's not actually sure what the little ghost-flames he's managed to make would count as at all. Hex? Weird-looking Night Shade? He hasn't used them against an actual Pokemon yet, only in practice sessions with himself, and that makes it even more difficult to determine.
Oh, well. He rises onto his hind legs, peering around at the canopy.]
I wonder why they are attacking at all? The Swoobat, I mean.
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[ Granted, he certainly hasn't actually tried for Bitter Malice at all, but in terms of 'mostly signature things you'd think a given member of a species should be able to do' Ingo's only lacking in one thing compared to Emmet's three. But anyway, Emmet's ears swivel a bit as he also looks around the area surrounding the platform. ]
Hmm. Good question. Can ask, maybe? Wouldn't be a mission if it were that easy though.
[ Probably. There's a couple ideas he has, but mostly it relates to how strange the forest around the city is and the reports of very confused Pokémon. That said, huh, it's surprisingly quiet up here...
... hmm.
Air Slash lashes out from somewhere in the branches above right as Emmet glances up and almost immediately throws himself a few fox-lengths to the side to evade. The attack scores a mark into the wood below where he'd just vacated, but rather than look alarmed by the near miss, Emmet just looks thrilled, smile sharp as the Swoobat begin to make their presences clear. ]
—Don't think so!
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I suppose not.
[Too bad. But while he'd prefer to talk things out on the whole, it's hardly as if Ingo minds a good fight. He drops back to all fours again, a more stable position, and fires off one of his newly formed ghost attacks. It doesn't hit anything, of course; the Swoobat aren't close enough yet to aim very well. But it's a warning shot!]
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Or maybe they're just maddened beyond words. Who can say! Not Emmet, who, already on all fours, crouches down further as he takes in the angry swarm's overall reaction to the flames and ... yeah. Nope. The Swoobat are definitely not going to back down so easily, huh. Figured, but! But. But they're still too high up right now, and if they just let them stay up there the Swoobat can throw Air Slashes and Air Cutters and whatever psychic moves they like around all day. Neither of them know Smack Down or Gravity or any other number of useful 'hey get down here' moves.
Well! Short of climbing the branches further via Shadow Sneak and launching himself at them from higher up (which he will reserve as a plan B or C maybe), he still has at least one useful move in his repertoire even if he has to brace himself for it: the Zoroark growls lowly in his throat at first, working up to a sharply issued, yipping, high-pitched Snarl towards the bats hovering above. ]
Verrrrry rude, attacking first like that! If it is a fight you all want. Then come down here and get it!
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Now that they're actually close enough to engage in earnest, though, Emmet just lets his grin stretch wide, jaws parting just enough to reveal a flash of teeth— before bolting forward, circling around and darting at some of the diving Swoobat from the flank, forepaws wreathed in jagged shadows.
(And if it seems like he's trying to herd them to keep them together so that they're easier to aim at as a group... well, yes. Yes he is. Even with how quickly he's moving a stray attack or two might land their mark: a gust of wind here, a splash of psychic energy there. That's fine, though; he'll aim to give as good as he gets and then some.) ]
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Flanking maneuvers are a good idea! He moves to try and keep the Swoobat in a group between the two of them as well, firing another burst of ghostly flame.]
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Emmet shoves it down and away, though, any excess (misplaced) worry or anxiety or protectiveness or some combination thereof. Ingo can take care of himself! Probably! That isn't to say that he isn't going to be barreling into some of the Swoobat closest to Ingo via Shadow Sneak though, Shadow Claw still trailing his movements as he lashes out in sharp, sweeping strikes to try to give the Typhlosion some more space. An Air Cutter strikes true against his flank before he can duck back into a shadow and away, though he does narrowly avoid the Assurance coming from a Swoobat that swoops through after it into the space he just vacated, but any and all of it is kept out of his voice as he chirrups, projected enough to be heard across the platform: ]
Say. Ingo! I had an idea. We are working together here, yup. But! [ and duck the Heart Stamp, dart away from another Gust, pounce on an isolated, out of formation Swoobat with claws at the ready before a Confusion aimed his way forces him into taking evasive maneuvers again with a laugh even as it clips him— ] Why don't we make a little competition of this?
I am Emmet. Iiiii bet. I can take down more of these Swoobat than you.
[ It's twofold: one, he does like battling, and he does like making a game out of it! They have been rivals for a long time, even if Emmet is the only one who remembers it! But two... Take the bait, Swoobat, it's not Taunt but it's also not not taunting? ]
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