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
⟡ TDMs are game canon and act as events for the month they are posted.
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⟡ 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.
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It happened so fast...
[They're flowing and they can't stop. He shakes, and the tears won't stop, can't stop, he thought he was getting better he's supposed to be getting better, he wasn't screaming himself awake anymore, he was getting better, it was getting better-]
She tied me to a dolphin...S...she tied me to a dolphin and I told her...I told her to come with me, I k...I kept telling her to just come with, she...
[This isn't fair, he wants to think.
It's Anasui. Anasui's not going to tell him it'll be okay. Anasui's not going to come down to his level and reassure him, tell him that he at least finished it for them all. It's not fair. Anasui's going to just be upset about Jolyne, and it isn't fair because Emporio wants his Hermana here just as badly.
It's not fair, and he can't speak anymore, nor can he look up anymore either.
He hasn't been able to look upward since the moment Anasui asked about Jolyne.]
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[That's what he adored about her. She would have faced Pucci with pride to the end if she believed that was the best way forward: if Emporio was the best way forward. But Anasui's stomach ties in knots as he realises that she's not-
Anasui doesn't have hands to ball a fist with but something bubbles in him. An ancient rage. Anger he hadn't felt in a long time. Anasui stamps the ground angrily with his foot, his feathers bristling.]
Damn it. Fuck! [He stamps the ground again.] I was supposed to save her and her father. I was supposed to protect her. She should have been there with you. She should at least be here!
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[That loop of time. Those replaced...Husks, those cardboard cut outs of stand ins, those horrible-
Emporio goes quiet. Emporio goes still. Anasui is seething mad that much is clear but none of it has yet to be directed at him.
And it's not like it ever...was, is the thing. True to Weather's promise from day one, the worst that Anasui has ever done is perhaps say something grim, or cruel in his direction, something he would say to anyone else (because really when had Anasui ever dealt with kids and when had Anasui ever expected to see a kid in a prison). But there had been that fear, all the same.
This was someone who was convicted for murder. This was someone whose sentence was only light because it was in question how. Surely, his terrified mind had always thought, if anything were to truly upset such a man...
....
Emporio is still staring at the ground, as he says- with a voice that is low, that is quiet, that is dull-]
I used Weather Report to suffocate him.
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Hold on a minute.
Mid-stomp, Anasui looks up at Emporio and frowns.]
You killed him how? What do you mean? Did Weather come back?
CW: description of murder via suffocation
When he forces himself to look Anasui in the eyes and repeat what he said.]
I mean I used Weather Report, [the boy states again, a bare tremble in his tone,] To turn the air in my room to pure oxygen, so that he would suffocate as painfully as possible until I could have my Stand kill him.
[He is saying he had the disk. He is saying the disk accepted him, who already had a Stand. He is saying,
He felt,
Under his own hands,]
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...Smart thinking.
Glad he suffered. If anyone deserved it, it was him.
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...It's not like he hadn't told anyone...some of what happened. He had to, to get rid of those nightmares after all. But this is different.
It's not the same. It...]
...Does it matter?
[?]
Th...that it wasn't thinking? ...I didn't know what else to do, [he admits, trembling now.] H...he turned my room into a trap...he made it impossible to run, and I just thought, all I had left was Weather...
[Anasui might know for himself- Manifested Stands aren't always a conscious act.
Emporio reads a lot. Sometimes, it's just a matter of instinct, and peril.]
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... Yeah. Guess it doesn't matter then.
[Instinct or not, the deed is done. That's the important thing. And also-]
What does matter was that he suffered, intentionally or not. He deserved it for everything he did. A guy like that doesn't deserve a swift death.
[Anasui, no.]
Figures though... Weather always looked after you.
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He could say a lot here. Part of him wants to.
To talk about how it felt slower and faster all at once.
About the feeling of blood and worse under his nails, when he was nowhere near the body, watching his Stand rip it apart.
He's trying very hard not to cry.
Very, very hard. Very...]
....h...
...he loved you too. H...
[nope. he's done. he's out of words.]
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And Anasui wishes Emporio said something like that because the boy is now crying and oh shit what does he do now? Weather usually dealt with Emporio when he was upset! Not him!
Anasui's Espathra instincts kick in immediately. Without thinking, the ostrich-like Pokemon is moving his entire body over the Cubone, as if to shield him protectively, letting Emporio have a moment to sob. Anasui doesn't know immediately what's happening and it takes him a long moment to register what Emporio said AND the fact he's over the boy now.
It takes him a while to figure out what to say in response because he has to sort out his own thoughts. Really... It doesn't feel like Weather loved him, especially considering how he acted just before he died. But, he must have to some degree, right? At very least, Weather (Wes?) certainly trusted Anasui enough to ask Anasui to kill him. Trusted him almost as much as he-]
... Yeah. And you too, Emporio. But you knew that already...
[Fuck...What would Jolyne say in this situation?]
You carried both Weather's and Jolyne's will in that fight. Instinct or not, you did well.
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It speaks to the severity of the situation, perhaps. These kinds of careful words only came forward, to his memory, when they were standing at the side of Weather's body, as Anasui all but admitted-
These were the people who he'd kill, and die for. Jolyne most of all, but the others with him as well, perhaps.
At this scale, the espartha is terrifying- he's over six times Emporio's size, looming ahead and just...standing there, over him. As if to be some kind of umbrella, or shield, and it hits him then that even with Jolyne, the only person Anasui cared to openly show any affection toward, he was careful about touch.
(Anasui could kill someone with the slightest motion after all. Just a brush of a hand and someone's insides would be twisting into some kind of machination, impossible to undo.)
Anasui would have stood right by Jolyne's side until the end if he could.
He did, really.
Emporio brings his arms carefully around one of the pokemon's legs, hoping quietly that Anasui doesn't jerk it away, or shout, or move.
Just let him have this, and then he can collect his bearings and lead the other to the town, he thinks.
Just let him have this, because there's no one else here who truly Knows.]
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Jolyne made him want to be a better man. He wanted to care for what she cared for. Her family and friends... and of course that meant Emporio.
But even outside Jolyne, the person who made him feel alive, Anasui feels like he... owes it to Weather to look after the boy. Weather was the one who kept him out of trouble in jail and entrusted him to kill him. Despite never asking for his help or company, Anasui never managed to repay him.
Maybe looking after the kid is how he'll make it up to both of them. For not fulfilling his promises to both kill and protect.]
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Weather is not here to keep Anasui in line.
Before, that would have been terrifying, in all honesty. But maybe if he's lucky, in the absence of Weather, and in the absence of Jolyne, he can manage that in their place. Maybe if they're even luckier one of the two will appear themselves, but he dares not dream of such a thing.
Instead, he breathes in, and steps back.
...and remembers they're in the forest.] ....
[Right. Well. He should probably change that before he sees what it takes to undo the tiny, miniscule progress that Jolyne and Foo Fighters and Weather made on Anasui being slightly less of a misanthrope.]
I should get you to the town, [he starts, not daring to mention that the longer they're in this fog, the worse things might well get for them.] I've been there for a while, so I know the way from this point in the woods at least...
[define a 'while']
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He finally bends his head and looks at Emporio once the boy lets go. There's a long pause before the man nods.]
Where is this, anyway? The woods, yes, but where actually? And why are we like this? [The 'how long?' is implicit.]
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It may occur to Anasui that cubone are very slow compared to him, however. Whether that Matters or not is a whole other thing, but hey.] Where we are is...another world, of some kind. There's humans, but they aren't here- just Pokemon.
But the forest is dangerous- I came in with others to look for people after there were reports of others out here- so we need to get to town, and to the clinic.
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It's... a very funny contrast: Emporio taking charge and being so, so very slow. And by funny, he means annoying. Anasui can take one step to match ten of Emporio's, and after about a minute of crawling after the boy, Anasui sighs.]
Other world or not, we're not getting anywhere while you're like this. Especially if it's dangerous.
[He leans over and grabs Emporio's bag up with his beak. Assuming Emporio will hold on, Anasui lifts the Cubone up and puts the boy on his back.]
Drive.
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Killing a man really changes you, or something.
There is an awkward squawk as he's grabbed by the straps, plopped easily upon the large bird's back. After a brief moment to shake himself, he realizez what Anasui said.
D.
Drive??
Oh! Drive, yes-] U-uh- Right...
Keep, uh. Keep going forward, it should be a straight shot...
[He'll keep an eye out for his trail markers (read: strands of hisuian zoroark fur, thanks Emmet) to be safe though.]
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Anasui clicks his tongue, as if exasperated that Emporio is confused ('Drive' is not a hard instruction!), but says nothing. Instead, he follows orders, moving forward. Despite wanting to test his body and new limits out, he keeps walking forward, almost strutting as he goes.]
... So if we're in another world, why are we not human? Is it just because they don't have humans here? [Why are they here?]
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[And unfortunately, that is going to be a Very consistent answer.] The pokemon in town don't know either- or even how we got here, for that matter.
It's something the guilds have been investigating pretty heavily, but we don't have a lot to go on- especially when we don't know a lot about the land surrounding us in the first place.
[Mmmm, speaking of town...]
You should see the canopy limits through the trees soon. The fog will clear up around there.
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[It's a fair question. Even if Pokemon seem to be the natives here, it would explain why they don't know about the land around them.
Anasui nods slightly. He looks up, taking in their surroundings quietly]
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Absolutely, so too does Anasui, though perhaps the question of who started what is more of a looping cycle than the straight line they walk right now.]
Polteageist told me that they came here to escape the humans of this world, from somewhere else. Where that is...would probably be somewhere across the sea, but I doubt it'd do any good going in that direction, [he continues, shaking his head. There's more to it than that for him of course, but that's hardly important.
What matters is-] It's recent enough for first person accounts...but it's been long enough to establish themselves here. You'll see what I mean when we're actually in town.
[Not just because it's a town, but because of how it's constructed. The Canopy might show proof of civilization once they're there, yes, but it's not the same as the stone paths and constructed houses farther in.]
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Autism family, let's go. Anasui doesn't remember who started what either but he figures it is unlikely he's the one who would have started though.]... So there are humans here. There goes that theory. [Anasui has no interest in finding other people who wouldn't know what the hell was going on. They can probably figure out what's happening with the aid of these... Pokemon.]
... Anyone we should be aware of? Or need to take care of?
[Anasui, ready to kill as per normal. Somethings never change.]
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[He'd say they didn't sound great anyway, but like, they were both in Green Dolphin until 'recently'. So.
.....uh.] Uh....
[Give him...a second.] ...Not...like that?
[anasui he knows you're real good at one thing but please do not do the thing-]
W- We really need to focus on getting you situated here first I think, there's no way there's room where I'm staying..!
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And to be fair for him, recently a lot of their problems have been solved with
murderingdefeating the people responsible for X happening to them]I'm sure I can fit wherever you are staying.
[Because he already thinks he's staying with you, kid. If they can sleep in the piano, he can squeeze in wherever.]
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[bro he is a Foot Tall-]
W...we can check after we get to the clinic, [he stammers, just in time for the fog to begin clearing.] Right-
Here's the Canopy...we just have to get through here, and we'll be in town!
[It's still forested, where they are of course. But the fog being gone allows sunlight to stream through the leaves above, and here and there, Anasui might- Might, given how well made they are- spot some of the leafy platforms used by the Cheri Berry guild.
Emporio doesn't really bother pointing that out. He just gives further instruction for navigation now that they're clear of the danger zone.]
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