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.
⟡ 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!
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[Obviously to Akari the idea someone in modern era not knowing who that is after everyone got to see it in Hisui now...]
Like, everyone were knife-fighting eachother in the woods over who made Hisui. The Diamond Clan were like 'Noooo Sinnoh made time and Hisui.' and the Pearl people were like 'Noooo, Sinnoh made space and Hisui.' and then I should've just come riding in on its back like, girls, girls, you're both stupid.
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[He heard about Palkia, at least, and Emmet has shown him images through thought of great dragons and... Victini, but there's a hint of skepticism in his voice.]
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[...Huh. He'd heard bits and pieces about Legendary Pokémon, but this is the first he's heard of a god.]
You're telling me you're a god's chosen warrior.
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[Although there is a chance Ingo could have been placed there by Arceus. Or he could have wandered into a Space-Time Distortion. Or, if she knew about them, Ultra Wormhole. But Ingo is a mystery all of his own, but she isn't going to question that any further.]
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[Does the Pokémon world even have isekai fiction? Well, he'll find out soon enough.
The good news is, they're nearing the edge of the forest. A closer look should unveil the structures of the Cheri Berri base, up in the Canopy.]
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[What the hell is an isekai? She is making notes of things she sees as they get in. She isn't going to comment (for once)]
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It's fine. He can roll with it.]
Isekai is a genre of fiction wherein the protagonist ends up in another world, whether it's through portals, a magic spell or summoning, virtual reality gone rogue, or even death and reincarnation.
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[But you know, also true.]
But yeah, that's me, totally the protagonist. Saving the day, getting praise and stuff because I understand stuff like type-matchups.
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[Not that Akechi hasn't adapted, of course.]
Most of the type matchups do have some logic behind them. Psychic's weakness to bug, dark, and ghost all align with common fears, and fairy's weakness to steel aligns with myths and folklore...
But I fail to see why dark types would be weak to bug, or poison weak to ground.
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[Simple enough, right.]
And like, I think for poison to ground because, like, when you cook something very bad and want to get rid of it, you bury it in the backyard.
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That last one is a bit of a stretch, but I suppose you can't literally poison dirt the way you can with organic life. You can poison what lives in it or what ingests it, but the dirt itself cares little for the fate of mortal creatures.
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[There's a logic to it. Patterns to remember. With so many type interactions, it makes it easier to connect the dots.]
Of course, I know there's more than types to consider. Abilities, for instance, as well as the way certain moves influence the flow of battle.
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[Hey, those are a modern invention. Like general relativity and cocaine no longer being needed to balance one's humors.
Also, she didn't get to pick what all she remembered.]
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[That's strange. Akechi pauses mid-flight, trying to make sense of this.]
As I've come to understand it, they're unique traits that vary from species to species. For instance, I've been told that my ability is called Big Pecks, and it prevents enemies from lowering my defense.
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[She battled and caught a ton of Pokemon in Hisui. More Bidoof than you can count! So many Paras!]
Like. A Mutation.
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[What that is... well, that's for her to discover.
On the positive side, the very edge of town's coming into view. They're nearly in the clear!]
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[She attempts to run ahead, but alas, it's kind of awkward for her as she tries to bipedally run.]
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[That is a bit awkward, but no matter. Akechi tries not to fly too fast as he leads her from the forest into the town proper.]
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[Well, nubs. She doesn't have hands. Or fingers. How is she going to open bottles now?]
Even if I don't have one, it simply because I needed to be nerfed.
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[...
Wait.]
...Which likely don't exist in your world.
[Damn it.]
Well, at any rate, the clinic rests at the center of town, near the Questboard and the Archives.
[Still, the city on the whole may be quite a bit to take in, between the Pokémon milling about and the structures built into the Canopy above them, where the Cheri Berries dwell.]
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[There is nothing. Nerf or nothing and the Pokémon world choose 'or nothing'. But alas, slang.]
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Akechi continues hovering along, though he moves closer to the ground, at least.]
Greece is a country in my world, and its ancient myths and legends revolved around great heroes, mighty gods and monsters, and tales of great feats, wars, and tragedies. Effectively every hero had a fatal flaw, and the most common one was pride.
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