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.
⟡ 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.
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[And he moves...one...step...back-
SPROING]
was very tempted to reupload the same icon but upside down just for this tag
[There they go!! Into the air with one (1) Shinx.]
[Maybe Gongenzaka can catch them, but they are getting flung surprisingly far. It's gonna take some chasing if he tries.]
SCREAMGJHDKG
AAAAAUH!!!
[THIS HAS ABRUPTLY TURNED INTO A SPORT THAT GONGENZAKA DOES NOT PLAY!
While he himself doesn't move an inch when his hand flings back, Siffrin goes beyond him- which means he needs to run to catch the shinx now. But while he can't run, he sure can glide...
And much faster than he anticipated at that. The Iron Hands moves more like a rocket in its own right despite the less than fantastic speed stat at his disposal. Hands stretched to their limit and held aloft like a baseball glove, Gongenzaka shouts-]
GOT YOU- !
[And surprisingly, he does!]
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[Siffrin is still braced for a landing, all their limbs tense. They very slowly open their eye and uncurl.]
[...well.] I guess now we know what happens if it gets too far away?
[...]
[. . .]
I think I'd like to be on the ground now.
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Gongenzaka slowly lowers Siffrin to the ground. Carefully. Gently.
If he was not a robot, he would be shaking like a hexbug toy. As it is, the moment Siffrin is down-] A...Auh...
I, the man Gongenzaka, APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY!
To push to such limits without anticipating the danger...that was UNFORGIVABLE of me!!!
[It might occur to Siffrin, that he is attempting to bow. It's. It's just that he can't, because he's built like one of those wobble punch toys that never fall over.]
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[They got caught. What's the big deal?]
[They fidget awkwardly in place, paws shuffling on the ground. (And totally miss the attempts to bow, unsuccessful as they are - they've probably run into a similar cultural gesture of apology before, but it's not the first thing that comes to mind.)]
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As it is-]
Y...You are sure you are fine though?
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[Siffrin shakes their fur out, then resists the urge to sit and start licking at their chest or shoulder. That would be embarrassing, even if they're cat-shaped right now. But it would also be an excuse to stop looking at Gongenzaka's face - Siffrin isn't sure how to deal with this level of concern.]
Um... is there anything else you wanted to test?
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Terrifying.
Figuratively sweating bullets as he straightens himself out- or at least as much as he hasn't already- the robot ponders things.]
Hmmmm...understanding the range of my hands is already significant progress...I, the man Gongenzaka, will need to consider what is best to work on next.
But! Is there not something you yourself must train in? I cannot take all the focus for myself!
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I don't know... I can walk and run around fine now. And I can make lightning, but. It feels weird to just shoot it at people?
[They've seen battling by now, and know Pokemon can walk away from quite a bit... but it's still not like a physical spar, where they can pull their blows! Lightning feels like a bigger deal!]
[Maybe Gongenzaka can suggest something, though?]
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[Hmm. He holds up a hand, watching it glow.] Perhaps then, I, the man Gongenzaka, can provide an ideal target! Though I have yet to conduct any 'attacks', sparks have certainly come from this body! Undoubtedly, you will be able to strike me without causing undue harm!
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Isn't it... dangerous to be touching metal in a thunderstorm? [Won't it be worse if someone is metal? Or is it the opposite, because the metal usually comes out unscathed?]
[(It's probably for the best they don't know anything about robots or electronics or they'd be far more worried.)]
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[THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS AT ALL]
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[Siffrin braces their legs slightly apart. Their fur starts sparking as they build up a charge.]
Ready...?
[They wait for the affirmative before unleashing anything, and they're really only trying for a little jolt of electricity. But when their target is practically a living lightning rod... it comes out as a full-blown Thunder Shock!]
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And while he grimaces (something that only really manifests as squinting lights), he holds firm!
Isn't even smoking at the end- thank goodness for electric resistance.] Hmm!!
That was a good, strong blow!
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I didn't mean to make it that strong!!
[At least it doesn't look like Gongenzaka was hurt? But Siffrin's fur is poofed up - they startled themself with the bright flash, and the amount of electricity that came pouring out of them!]
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[Is Siffrin upset about this?? Gongenzaka just turns-] What are you saying? That was WONDERFUL! Powerful, a fantastic sign that you will be able to fight if you must!
How could such a strong blow be a problem!
[SIR]
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[They still don't love it, though.] I think I'd rather just have a knife, if I had to fight...
[Please picture.]
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[KNIVES MEAN ACTUAL DEATH HE THINKS???]
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[It's... it's not that easy for someone who hasn't been running around with a knife since quite literally as far back as you can remember, Siffrin!!]
Besides, if I have to fight, I probably do want to stab someone that hard...?
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[He doesn't address the whole actually stabbing thing but there's a feeling that Gongenzaka is not a very pro stab kinda guy.]
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[They reluctantly start charging up some more electricity, but they're hesitant about actually aiming it at Gongenzaka again.]
...I wonder why I ended up as Electric type, anyway? Steel would've made more sense.
[Then again...]
[...? What were they just thinking?]
[They scratch at one of their ears, confused - the stored electricity makes buzzing noises as it bounces between their head and paw.]
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[He looks at himself- though, he's not sure he's actually steel type...]
What makes you think so?
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[Though they don't have the slightest idea how they'd do the appropriate hand signs with paws. Probably for the best that those don't seem to be needed here.]
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[He has no idea what that means!]
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