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003 ⟡ MAY TEST DRIVE


⋆✩ test drive 03 ✩⋆



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
FROM TUNNELS DEEP





The scent of must meets your nostrils, perhaps more strongly than it normally would. To open your eyes is to meet the dark — though if you're fortunate it could be that something about this new body, or perhaps the body of another, leaves some faint illumination to see by. Either way it soon becomes clear that where you are is somewhere underground. They are deep and sprawling tunnels, with corners of some unknown civilization storied away in their many carvings and ruined pottery. Portions of the cavern walls even bear the appearance of old structures and dwellings, as if the earth itself swallowed a city whole.

Trickling through the tunnels in quiet streams are tendrils of fog. It's difficult to see, but not in the least hard to feel. The mist is damp and cloying, clinging to every inch it finds on you to the point that it seems to grasp at the very soul; and the longer one lets it have its way, the worst it feels. You begin to question your body. Your mind. Your very memories — are they really yours?

Staying underground may be unwise anyway. Diglett and Dugtrio soon make themselves known to the weary arrivals here, and unlike these newcomers they have had far too long to succumb to the mist. They will attack without hesitation, and the only options are to fight or flee above ground.

The forest above unfortunately is not much better. The fog here is thick, even if some light somehow makes its way through the canopy above. What could have once been helpful landmarks become sources of dizzying misunderstanding, and the gnarled trees seem to move when no one watches. Rescuers from the city will have their work cut out for them once it becomes clear how many could be stranded out there, and time will be of the essence. The sooner that these wanderers can be brought to the clinic to be treated, the better!


CAUGHT IN THE BRAIN FOG⟡ While the fog does not cause illness specifically, it is still incredibly dangerous to spend extended periods of time within it. Disorientation, hallucination, as well as mental and physical dysphoria are all symptoms noted from the fog and it is vital to remove oneself from its presence. Fortunately, the symptoms fade quickly once exposure ends.

⟡ The severity of the above varies; characters may feel that time is moving too quickly, or simply become incredibly aware of their inhuman limbs. Players may increase or decrease symptoms as they desire, at this time.

⟡ In addition to the above symptoms, memories become scattered across characters in the fog. The longer one remains within it, the more memory they lose to it — and the more foreign memories they gain. Players are encouraged to offer memories within their top-levels for others to use, but unlike other symptoms, characters need to come in contact with the memory's source to be free of them.

⟡ As many within Bottlecap Bay can guess, the location of all of this is the Southern Forest; which means all the dangers discovered in earlier quests apply. In addition to the disorienting fog, this particular branch of forest is rife with time and space distortions, making it difficult to navigate safely through.



ii. under the weather

RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY



The first thing anyone will notice as the month of May truly sets in, is the rain. Light or heavy, sunny or cloudy, a near constant rain pours down upon Bottlecap Bay and its surrounding areas. There's no escaping it; it pours, and it pours, and it pours ever long, until it becomes impossible to do even basic tasks outside one's dwelling without getting soaked to the bone.

While it's not unusual to receive rain at this time of the year, the amount of rain is unnatural according to the Guild Leaders. To ensure no one suffers any more than they already have, all three are quick to open their doors to these new Pokemon in their midst. Or at least, they're quick to offer other foreigner's doors. Pokemon who originated from other worlds soon find themselves with new bunkmates and housemates, and with the rain as bad as it is there’s no good way to refuse.

It's best to remain in similar company after all, and until there’s time to sort out who fits where, it’s all these newcomers have.


RAIN CHECK⟡ Though the epidemic from earlier in the year has now passed over, Dr. Denne does not let his guard down. New pokemon are herded to the clinic for mandatory check-ups, to be absolutely safe. The clinic will house pokemon exhibiting any sign of illness, but otherwise send them off to rest in their temporarily assigned housing.

⟡ Unfortunately, many of the offered Guild rooms belong to those recently admitted into the fold. At these lower tiers, rooms are often exposed to incoming water. Rain causes floods to rise up within Oran Guild, bringing at least an inch of rainwater along the shared ground. In the Cheri Guild, it pours between leaves and over walls during particularly stormy weather. The only guild with surefire methods to avoid the rain is Lum Guild; all of these buildings are fully enclosed.

⟡ Even if Pokemon are able to avoid getting wet while sleeping, this won’t spare them when they go outside; it is at minimum drizzling at all times for the rest of the month.


THE WATER CYCLE



While Pokemon begin to settle into their new lives at Bottlecap Bay, the rain continues to fall. On some days it’s harder — hard enough to bring sheets thick enough to blot vision, sharp enough to leave unprotected pelts stinging for minutes after retreating inside. Thunder booms, and lightning flashes, a clear message to all within the city when they see it. These storms are bad. Dangerous. And the danger is in more than just the weather itself.

At first the signs are subtle. Those same symptoms from the forest can be felt, lasting only as long as a Pokemon is damp from the downpour outside. Even the gentle drizzle causes absent thoughts, an empty mind staring into the distant grey skies as you forget.

Staring longer still, as you remember. But is what you're remembering actually yours? Something about the concentration of forest mist in the form of raindrops changes the effects as the days go by. The body and mind rebel against what it knows doesn't belong, and it finally comes bursting out with a shout! Those memories you've seen, they aren't yours! They're someone else's!

And the world needs to hear it!


STORMY MOODSAfter May 10th, the rain for the rest of the month is constant. Severity of the downpour is up to the player to decide, but it never stops drizzling at the least.

⟡ While symptoms from earlier prompts can still be in effect, additional consequences are caused by the rain. Light drizzle carries lighter memories; happier thoughts, caring moments. Pokemon capturing these from the rain are drawn to quietly whisper their opinions on such memories, and can pass them to the original owner in this way. Raging storms bring the opposite; Pokemon will inherit despairing, or wrathful memories from another in the rain, and feel compelled to instead shout their opinions to cast the memory aside.

⟡ Despite the above, Pokemon do not need to pass the memory to their original owner to get rid of them. NPCs can be used as well, and it can be assumed the memory eventually made its way home.

⟡ Side effects of the rain carry over into any puddles formed. Sleeping while soaked in water will cause effects to manifest as sleep-talk, and potentially affect their dreams.



iii. the archives

RECORDS KEEPING



The longer the rainfall persists, the more clear it is that staying outside is unwise. Not only is it dangerous to non-water type Pokemon's health for the most part, but the full scope of side effects only increase the risks. After one too many shouting matches caused by vitriolic memories, Polteageist offers a simple but beneficial solution. The doors of the archives are opened up, as senior members in the Lum Guild offer up their time as temporary librarians.

Polteageist's solution is as follows; instead of training their bodies out in the rain, everyone will be training their brains. There have been many questions raised over the last number of weeks, and now is the time for everyone to investigate the mysteries. Entering the Archives means entering a building of clear splendor, filled with couches and beanbags for sitting and beautiful flowers and plants to accentuate the green hues within the halls. The shelves are well stocked with records kept on stone tablets, and the additional guides within the guild are eager to help everyone find what they're looking for.

The illustrious leader of the Lum Berries is well aware however, that not everyone is willing to spend all their time reading. As it would be counterproductive to expect anyone to sit twiddling their thumbs (or tails, or ears) he has thus arranged for a few of the archive meeting rooms to host additional activities. They are simple things; there's classes on recording writings properly in clay before firing, minor history lessons where newly arrived Pokemon can share in what many others already know, and even community building exercises. They're nothing like the escape rooms organized during the last two months, but they're good for passing the time.

And eventually, the rain will hopefully calm down. A few skilled Psychic Pokemon are offering their services to keep others dry until then however, at least so that everyone can get home safely.


SHUSH!⟡ The Archives, while acting as the base of operations for the Lum Berries Guild, additionally acts as a library. Players are encouraged to come up with their own available texts within these halls, but should keep in mind that not all knowledge is publically available. If a player is unsure about whether or not something can be easily accessed, please comment about the topic under questions.

⟡ Examples of available topics include general folk tales and fairy tales (with examples given here), as well as non-fiction matters such as pokemon types, species, and moves. As a note, paradox pokemon and canonically synthetic pokemon such as Type: Null are not included.

⟡ The history of Bottlecap Bay is no different from what is noted within the game's premise; guild members teaching the history will explain that the settlement came about when a number of Pokemon escaped from human lands, seeking refuge where no humans could be found.

⟡ Players may be creative with team building exercises, provided they would not cause damage to their surroundings; examples include bonding activities such as 'two truths and a lie', '20 Questions', and even scavenger hunts within the public Archive limits. The focus is always upon getting to know one another.


✩ OOC NOTES.
TDM CWS: body horror, disorientation, hallucinations, dysphoria

⟡ 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 participate in the Archive's bonding activities, they may receive a unique reward.

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!

⟡ As a reminder, reserves and applications are permanently opened. Please see their respective pages for details on processing time.

⟡ Have any questions related to the TDM? Ask here! If your question is more general for the game, please make sure to direct it to the FAQ page instead. Thank you, and happy threading!

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rindouweed: (f2)

[personal profile] rindouweed 2025-05-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yes... Please take me there... [ New form? ]

If I forget them, will they heal me? [ This was important, imperative for her to get through to the other - to anyone who possibly may be listening. She was frightened, afraid she would lose the things most precious to her. ]
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b. memories

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a warmth to her memories — her fondness — that he almost wants to hold on to. But this isn't his past to bear, nor is it familiar enough to stick around for long. At first, the Morpeko near her is inclined to say nothing, not wanting to speak on what feels like an intrusion. Her distress, however, manages to pull something out of him. ]

... No. Can’t say I really do.

[ To be a parent is beyond him, but to be a son — he remembers a she-wolf, fur white as Rei's. The beast grieves, not for her children, but for the greatest love she will never know again. Only in death does she finally find the end to her sorrow, and her litter leaves her body to rest with the scavengers, save for the smallest of them all. Yet, even in his fury and pain, he can do nothing to stop them from devouring her until she's gone. ]
rindouweed: (m5)

cw: 431 spoilers

[personal profile] rindouweed 2025-05-17 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... No. Can’t say I really do. The baritone of his voice lingers in the space between them, laying itself into her mind, and she draws herself away from the thoughts of family and her home if for but a moment. A calm before the storm. The way his voice tugs her closer to an emotion she can barely come to understand, yet one that feels so intimately tied to her very being. It's as though the atmosphere thickens with the weight of her sorrow, and everything around them lowers to a chilling temperature.

Then she, too, sees it. ]


!!!?

[ Her thoughts spiral as the moment seeps into her mind, clouded by the mist surrounding her.

Only in death does she finally find the end to her sorrow -, the utter insurmountable denial that comes from the pit of her stomach makes her sick. Watching as the mother lies there with a bitter sense of peace. A jagged like edge that rips and tears out from the inside of her stomach - she denies this - SHE DENIES THIS!

It is wrong, do not look at me like this - as if this moment was happening to her specifically as it passed. Warped by her own slipping memories and the memory of what she feels is the love of a son for a dying mother. Rei pads away until her back presses against something solid, and she wails and cries out loud.

It's not the fault of anyone but the mist of this place.

Her breath catches in the back of her throat as the ground beneath her paws freezes, and she presses against the weight of this oncoming force. Not wanting to feel it, not wanting to face it. Yet she cannot escape the pull of this memory - the burning knowledge of a dying mother coming to peace before her son.

As the truth began to bud out from within, she felt that her motherhood was innately threatened. Her motherhood built onyop og sorrow and pain, to bring an end to that, finally, would mean her love was nothing more. There is no release or peace if she herself is to die.

Rei will live on with every breath and sense of agency that tears at her skin. Had Touya burned her body entirely that day she reached for him, it would be deserved - she would too live a life of agony and pain if it meant she could bear her son's sin.

That memory of him plays in her mind, over and over again -

Let it be her curse to bear - only in death does she finally find the end to her sorrow- but she refuses to accept this. The way those feelings of remorse from a child toward their mother intrude on what she feels and believes in. It feels as if she is being torn apart, lost in this confusion. Her sins are not his to bear.

Do not damn yourself any more than you already have.

The thoughts intertwine with everything she feels, as though they are curling themselves into her mind, weaving a permanent depth of sorrow she cannot escape. ]


No, no, no - [ The ground below her freezes over more and more... ] that's not it -

It's okay, [ Rei murmurs to herself and to who she thinks must be her son that she is addressing - that is, leaving her? What is going on within her? Her mind flickers between memories of her son and a child's life to their mother. ] It's okay!! [ She beckons to them, yes they must hear her - ] It's okay!! Even if I'm eaten alive, it's okay, if I can see you until my final breath - I would live with this.

There is no serenity in knowing you would die before I've seen you find peace - there is no peace in that, none at all. It's okay, it's my shame, it's my failure - you do not need to see that. [ See her as if she is being eaten alive - no? She is so confused... But she aches and cries out how she feels. ] I am so sorry, Touya, I am so, so sorry.... [ Everything is so much, and her mind spirals. ] Please, if I am in pain until my last moments to see you beyond me - please, I beg you, please. Just... Stay with me just a little longer.

[ She is so selfish. ]
Edited 2025-05-17 06:12 (UTC)
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Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us | New Character

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-17 07:13 am (UTC)(link)

A Morpeko✨, albeit slightly shaggier and somehow much less endearing. Looks like he's in need of a drink.

i. arrivals
[ From wolf to man to something in between – Bigby isn't exactly lacking in the transformation department – and yet fate somehow decided to drop him in as this, some rodent-like creature, all together too small and measly to even be considered much of a meal. He'd laugh if he wasn't reeling from the searing pain just moments before. Still getting his bearings, he examines himself, his surroundings, only to muster up one word: ]

... Shit.

(a.) Hey. [ A voice that gruff should not be coming from a creature this small, and yet here he is, calling out to the figure ahead of him. It's different from the others, he thinks, the scent of the underground strangely absent. His nose might not be as strong as before, but he knows how to use it.]

Either talk now, or get out of my way.

(b.) [ It's been more than a few hours since he exited the tunnels, worse for wear from experiencing a type disadvantage firsthand. The effects of the fog are starting to set in, as is the latent ability he doesn't know he has. After a while, the hunger becomes persistent, loud, consuming the entirety of his thoughts until he loses himself to it entirely. The transformation is sudden but quick, that hunger now turning into anger at anything – or anyone – he may come across. ]

ii. under the weather
(a.) [ Somehow, he manages to find himself under the care of the clinic. The effects of the fog have gone, his temperament now settled back into something a little more reasonable. His caretakers remain cautious, however, not yet willing to let him leave their supervision. An Audino stops by again, handing him a plate of berries with some hesitation. ]

Oh, for fuck’s sake. More food?

(b.) [ At first, these memories seem as though lifted from a fairy tale. There's flashes of Red Riding Hood, of the Woodsman, of the Big Bad Wolf. Once upon a time, he ate and ate and ate, until his stomach was cut open and filled with rocks. Once upon a time, he huffed and puffed and blew the house down, but even at his size, he was no match for the North Wind. Once upon a time, he freed a young woman, whose skin was fair as snow and hair as black as coal.

Then, there's a shift. Once upon a time, it's New York City in the 80s, gritty and rundown, a home for the displaced. A man sits in the smallest apartment in the complex, with an empty fridge and a talking pig. There's flashes of a woman, one he doesn't know by name, not yet. This time, he saves her from the Woodsman, offers her some money, some help – You're not as bad as everyone says you are, she whispers – only for her to wind up dead at his doorstep.
]

iii. records keeping
[ At some point, Bigby gets his fill of reading in the library. There’s only so much information stored on tablets, and only so many words his head can handle without a smoke break. He takes to the halls, exploring any nook and cranny his new body can fit into, being as small as he is now.

As for him going anywhere that’s off-limits – no need to point that out. He’s taking that as a helpful suggestion, not a rule.
]

iv. wildcard
( ooc: hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] esnupi because clearly i have no self control. i can toss up some extra memories with more spoilers lmao. bigby's coming from the end of TWAU game, with just a sprinkling of history from the comics. )
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Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-17 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
shotinhead: (7;)

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-17 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks over the many-tailed fox, and gives a little stare at the snow. He's not used to snow - he's barely seen it. There's a waryness in his eye.

But he looks a bit more at ease. As cruel as it sounds, he trusts people more if they have visible injuries. ]
Hey, feelin' cold is fine. I mean, what could go wrong? But bein' soaked and then frozen would fuck somebody up.
shotinhead: (14;)

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-17 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's quiet, and it seems he's not going to reply, as he begins to move towards the Archives - towards his place since he knows the rain isn't there, before: ]

...We don't need to talk about it.

[ That's all he seems to say about the horrors at first. Spoken like a true liar, filled with so much trauma and pain already. ] But I guess if you need clarification, it's better then just havin' questions. Long as you don't tell others. [ This is also him clarifying he won't tell anybody. ]
shotinhead: (14;)

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-17 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ A beat. ] I didn't know there were livin' flowers. Sounds like a fucked-up Vault-Tec thing. [ He says, more to himself. ]

The good news is that I don't think they're gonna force people t'leave if there's a way home. Plus, I dunno. Seeds grow, so you'll probably be a flower again sometime. But a cool flower with magical powers.
shotinhead: (11;)

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-17 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ A longing for freedom from tasks burdened, stuck with the man who finds himself unable to run. It's almost ironic.

He closes his eye. ]
You saw home, huh. [ He doesn't quite know what he's missing right now, so he's vague. But he's had to fight so very much. That's how it is, when you're like him. Wanting to help people... ] ...I don't really know that term, but everybody needs to be able to use a gun. Don't know when some fucker is gonna hurt you.
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[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-17 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bigby sees his breath before the cold settles deep under his skin. The chill bites at him, his small size unable to even withstand much of a temperature drop otherwise. But this — this was beyond unfathomable. His heart starts to race, faster and faster, as if threatening to beat out of his chest. Somehow, even here, he’s made a mess of it all over again.

He reaches out toward her, body rebelling against every movement forward, memories imposing themselves onto reality. The hands outstretched aren't his, neither here nor back home, and the Ninetales in front of him almost seems to fade away, replaced by something — someone — whose name he can't recall. Even as she speaks, her voice is drowned out by thoughts, both his and not, until suddenly something clicks.
]

Touya? [ The name lingers on his mind, foreign, familiar. That was her son. His son. ] Fuck. No, that's not— [ He can feel the sweat start to drip off him, cold turning to heat, mist into inferno. If he was in his right mind, he would think this was hypothermia; instead, he grits his teeth, bearing it with all his might. For him. For her.

When he looks at her again, he sees his mother, suffering still, yet calling out to him with a love only a mother could have. Was this why? he wonders. Did it hurt to see her son so full of hatred toward his father? The memories begin to unravel for him, the strange feeling of being on both sides at once growing all too painful to bear.

Then, suddenly, his paws press against her fur, the cold overwhelming his senses once more.
] I'll stay. I promise I'll stay. [ He pauses, uncertain, yet unable to stop himself from saying what he wish he could, all those centuries ago. ] Now let me protect you this time. You don't have to be in pain anymore.
loopsiedaisy: (🌌 You try so hard to push people away)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-05-17 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, is that how it is.]

[...]


Not draining you to have to stay inside all the time?

[Says Siffrin, who has absolutely not been staying inside even though they should...]

[But yeah! That's definitely what they meant!]
technusrulez: (rotom1)

under the weather

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-17 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[It turns out Technus's new form needs sleep, so he'd had to leave the Archives and go back to temporary housing to do so.

He's on his way to the Archives again in the morning when the memory hits him. A rundown home in New York City- that, he's familiar with. That was basically his entire life.

But... the talking pig is new.]


...WHAT IN THE WORLD?
technusrulez: (THAT GHOST CHILD WILL BE SNOOPING...)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-17 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...I SHALL TRY TO BE MORE CAREFUL.

[Technus normally doesn't care about other people very much. But this woman's memories, the love she clearly has for her children, has affected him more than he wants to let on.

A memory slips out from him- covering up the mirrors in his mother's apartment, sitting with her and praying.]
seacub: (: ' D)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-17 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Right with you!

[And on that note, he's back behind that little reception desk.]

...When it comes to somewhere to stay, it should be the guild leaders sorting that out...so, since the Archives are closest, that should work great for now then.

If you look for what looks like a teapot- that's Polteageist, the Lum Guild Leader. You could ask about archive access while checking where you can stay!

[Multitasking!]
technusrulez: (...YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS.)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-17 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods.]

I SHALL DO THAT NOW!

...IF I AM CLEARED TO LEAVE, HEALTH-WISE?
seacub: (AND NOW A PIPE TOO??)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-17 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Emporio gives a thumbs up. He enjoys having thumbs to do this still.]

All clear!

If you keep having problems with your eyes, or of anything feels strange, come right back though.

Especially since, well...

Technically, you are alive now. Even if you're also a ghost.

It's kind of weird.
technusrulez: (SECURITY CAMERA 14! VISUAL!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-17 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
UGHHH, I HATE BEING ALIVE... I SHALL RETURN IF THERE ARE ANY PROBLEMS! THIS I PROMISE!
truthdecided: (sad)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-17 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I can remind you, if it comes to that.

[Sighing, he waves a wing to guide her along.]

...You were missing memories of one of your children, correct?
guilmon: (nervous)

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-05-17 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow! That sounds...

[His smile falters for a moment.]

Wah! But if you were a ghost, that means you died, right? That's not fun...
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The Archives (WHAT WAS THAT MISFIRE HELP)

[personal profile] colorsflyinghigh 2025-05-17 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite what one may think, or what his attitude may imply, Ren can be the studious type if he wants. He wasn't at the top of his classes for no reason back in Shujin, after all, and he knows better than anyone that a sharp mind is key to winning battles.

Of course, the fights here don't have the benefits from fighting in the Metaverse, but that doesn't mean that quick thinking isn't key.

Besides... his muscles and joints ache something fierce from all the training and quests he's been doing this month. Training in the rain sounds even less appealing than it usually does, which isn't to say anything about the whole... memory sharing thing.

He allows himself to get lost in the tablets, reading up on everything he can find as the day goes by outside. Types, adventages and disadvantages, status effects and... abilities? He's scouring through them to find familiar pokemon-- and, most of all, his own, when he finds the tablet containing the information for Sprigatito and evolutions missing.

It appears that a purple bat is reading that particular passage-- ah, and he's been staring, oops. Still, he bows politely, and replies.]


Ah, I was wondering, could I get that tablet when you're done with it?
Edited (accidentally sent early) 2025-05-17 15:54 (UTC)
guilmon: ('sup?)

arrivals, a

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-05-17 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Guilmon looks down at the little Morpeko, sniffing and grunting. That's a little guy, but he seems really bossy! Not that that's anything new for Guilmon.

But as a Charmeleon, he's bigger, so he just crouches down to sniff some more.]


Guilmon can talk...

[...]

Um... Do you like bread?
friendlyflower: (sweat4)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-17 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I can handle it! I'm not tired! [He's breathing a little heavily-- he's clearly getting tired.] If you really want to give a horsey ride, though, I can't stop you.

[Okay, it makes sense everyone would think of their world as the 'normal' one. He'll need to be more specific, he thinks.] And, no, we didn't have these 'Pokemon'... But we had monsters, so, close enough. Your turn to share! What's a 'quirk'?
friendlyflower: (sidesnark)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-17 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[They ride dragons...? Flowey almost feels like this is more degrading than just killing them, like the humans did back in his world.]

Golly, I guess she's just gonna have to take a few days off from the saddle. [He softens up a little bit.] Some people here are working real hard to figure out how to get back to where they came from, so, hey! Look on the bright side! You'll probably get to see her again before long.
colorsflyinghigh: (hurt)

Under the Weather (CW: implied death)

[personal profile] colorsflyinghigh 2025-05-17 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey- are you okay?"

Ren's question is barely out of his mouth before the memories flow into him, leaving him dazed and confused. He was on his way to the archives, braving the storm, before he noticed the panicked jellyfish-thing. Now, though, overwhelmed by a fear that is not his own, he falters, a memory of his own flowing out of his mind; one when he was horribly terrified himself. Ryuji, his best friend, running down a sinking ship in order to get a lifeboat for him and his friends, only to get caught up in an explosion and disappear--

It gets replaced by images of a giant turtle, a giant ghost with stark purple eyes hidden in dark hollows, skeletal creatures, skeletal plants, getting swallowed by a dinosaur-thing...?

"Ngg- wh-what is this...?"
friendlyflower: (laugh)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-17 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Pfft.... [He manages to hold back until Six is done talking, then he just bursts into laughter.] Hahahaha!

[Oh, this is rich. He doesn't know what 'Vault-Tec' is, but it sure sounds like Six is calling him some type of experiment gone wrong-- how right he is. Got it in one! And the idea that now he has to aspire to turn back into a flower? The irony is just killing him.]

Hee... ahaha. Sorry, sorry. But if you told me a few days ago I'd be wanting to turn back into a flower... [He chuckles again. Despite the mirth, there's some kind of clear disdain in his voice.

... But, he collects himself.
] So either 'Vault-Tec' is a flower shop with a bad name or they do some weird stuff, huh? I'll go ahead and let you in on a little secret, since it's not like this rain's let me keep many secrets anyway! I wasn't always a flower.