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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⟡ 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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Something is very, very wrong.
This is far more complicated, and far more different, than Ken had supposed. Every new sentence from Guilmon doesn't fit with what he knows of the Digital World. Of course, he's open to being wrong - he's learned the hard way not to assume his understanding of things is absolute - and the world's too vast for him to figure he knows everything that's happening, but.....Izumi-san. Even if he hasn't encountered this group of Tamers, wouldn't Izumi-san know? And if he doesn't, what does that mean.....?
Ken lapses into silence, thinking this over. Sorry, Guilmon. He hasn't forgotten you're here, he just....does this, sometimes. ]
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Blinking, Guilmon moves a little closer and gives Ken a light tap.]
Are you okay? You got really quiet...
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[ He blinks, startled by the tap. You can almost see the world zoom back into focus in his little buggy eyes. ]
A-ah......
[ Rebooting. Rebooting. ]
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[He sniffs Ken, just to make sure he's okay.]
Sometimes Guilmon has to think really hard, too.
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Guilmon's concern is touching, regardless. Ken does his best to smile without a clear mouth. (How is he talking? The creators of Pokemon would like you to not worry about it.) ]
Sorry. What you said is just - very different. From how things are for me.
But what's the same is that we both have partners to return to.
[ He holds up a front leg. ] Let's do our best for them.
[ .....He has no hand to shake. This is awkward. Ken's just left sticking his leg out. ]
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[There's that bright, bubbly tone again, complete with a goofy smile.]
But that means figuring out how to fight! Guilmon's used to it, but you're not human anymore, that's probably harder...
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And Guilmon raises an excellent point. As the Digimon Kaiser, Ken had studied judo - one more way to demonstrate superiority over the "insects" - but he'd dropped it afterwards, not being especially fond of it. Not that anything he learned is likely to help in his current body. ]
That's true. The only ability I've found thus far is evasive.
[ He's got what he can almost hear Daisuke describing as "mad hops." ]
Were you going to practice?
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[He looks down at his much stubbier arms.]
Plus, Guilmon isn't usually this small...
extra material says ken calls home during break periods at school to check up on his bug. BOYS.
Not important. Ken can sympathize with Guilmon's frustration. ]
Let's help each other learn everything we can do. So you can show off to Takato.
[ Because they're going to get back. They're going to see their partners again. He won't let that leave his mind, not for a moment. For Takato-kun, who - if he feels towards Guilmon the way every Chosen Ken knows feels about their partner - must be so worried and lonely. For Wormmon, who panics every day Ken goes to school.
For Ken's parents, who have already lost one son.
He and Guilmon going home. ]
KEN, THAT'S SO CUTE... omg.
[It just doesn't seem like a good idea to burn a little bug. Not to mention, the doctors said things about "types" and not the usual Digimon types...
He didn't grasp all of it, but it seems important!
He'll wait and watch Ken first, though. It's not very nice to attack without warning, unless the person he's fighting is bad and deserves it.]
wormmon also likes to play dating sims for girls. i bet he romances the dark-haired nerd first.
[ How to figure out what he can do, though....? Wormmon had been able to spit a thin weblike string, as had other larval Digimon. Can Ken....
....No. Nothing. He can't even feel anything that might be a string-generating organ. He focuses, he thinks -
His eyes flash in concentration. Ken (accidentally) uses Leer! ]
That's so precious... Lil' worm guy, a romantic at heart.
[Guilmon shuffles back, suddenly feeling much more exposed.]
Hmm... Maybe you can jump? Or kick! Legs are good for that...
everyone associated with the ichijouji family is an enormous sap.
[ In the forest, when everything was a fog. Another Pokemon got him mad, and he....He thinks he might have jumped.
it was archnemon. surprise.Ken squares off against Guilmon. ] Here I come.
[ And he jumps!
......Straight up in the air.
Up
up
up
up
.....up..... ]
we love and support them for that, tbh...
Big jump...
truth.
RiderStingmonNymble Kiiiiiick! ]Haaaaaaaghh--!
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But... but! Now they're close, so maybe he can tackle Ken? That probably won't hurt too much.]
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Except he doesn't quite get his legs in spring-position fast enough - this is FAR more legs than he's used to having - and over he goes. Bug: Tackled! ]
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[Guilmon lightly taps Ken.]
It must be weird having lots of legs.
[He steps back, giving Ken a little space.]
But Guilmon's legs are lots shorter now, too...
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[ Ken asks, as he maneuvers his new legs into place. If he puts this here, it should provide leverage, and then that goes there.... ]
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[Hmm... He tries scribbling in the sand, but he's less practiced with art, and these limbs are so stubby.]
Like a dinosaur, I think. Red with black stripes and big claws and a white belly... and ears that kind of look like wings!
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[ From how he is now, and also much larger than Ken had anticipated. But Tailmon is a small Adult-level Digimon......Guilmon might be a large Child-level Digimon. He supposes it's not impossible. He shouldn't assume anything. Especially not if Guilmon is from, as he suspects, a different Digital World.
Check this out, though: he's standing again. ]
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Mm, Renamon's pretty tall, too...
[But if Ken is standing up, then Guilmon will crouch down...
And start digging. Yep.]