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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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seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess they were..?

[Honestly he still has a bit of a headache. Astrid might have to nudge him along.] ...normally this doesn't happen when it rains...

U-Um...E-Emporio, [he introduces back, looking up. Astrid is, ultimately, a decent bit taller than the little cubone. It's only about a foot, but still.]
seacub: (: O)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh- uh. Well, not really, I mean...Where I came from, I kind of always stayed inside, so-

[...................... the pun....

....
] ..............why...

[With that tone, there's no question that he's upset about that pun!]
truthdecided: (cringe)

II A (the spoiler prompt, ooo); also cw for manipulation and childhood trauma, woo

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's an unpleasant memory, to be sure. Images and feelings foreign yet familiar... A child thrown away, seen as shameful. A curse. A father who would only use a boy so desperate for both acknowledgment and revenge...

Pain. So much pain... But it's not his pain. He tries shaking it off.

"That's... That's not me... I'm not..."

Memories ripple through in return. A teenage boy in a political office, with light brown hair, desperate, determined, no matter the risks...

He offers his special ability to enter the world of the mind, to drive people mad...

The man at the desk, bald with orange-tinted sunglasses, threads his fingers together. A smirk crosses his lips.

A rush of confidence fills the boy. So determined to be useful, so eager to be the turncoat hero of justice striking down the monster of a man who gave him life, just to cast his mother aside. All he has to do is bide his time, and—

There's a jolt. The memory darkens. It seems some time has passed. The man hands the boy a gun...

Sanji's calls cut through the haze of intermingling memories. Akechi tries to shake himself out of this daze. "No... I'm not..."

Those names. They aren't his. He doesn't know them.

"I'm Goro Akechi. I'm... a former detective. A... cursed child. I'm..." That's... A Vulpix, isn't it? Shaking once more, he grabs at his umbrella with one of his wings. Something to occupy his time with, something to ground himself. "You're weak to the rain. You shouldn't be here."
seacub: (AND NOW A PIPE TOO??)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but wince.] ....The pokemon you'd have to catch here are pretty close to you in size, huh...I can see how that's going to be a problem...

[..ah...] ....I guess that's another reason for me to learn some ground stuff, huh...

...I mean, I definitely haven't seen any hunting, but, I'm still at least omnivorous, so it's probably important to know what the process is.

[Something something not taking the grocery store for granted, something.]
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

III B - SANJI....! Oh, I'm down for One Piece Spoils, but lmk if you're good for JJBA ones yourself-

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[[ooc - hes lived on prison food leftovers all his life sanji change his world plz-]]

Being the nearest thing, and also the nearest thing that happens to have proper hands- or at least, mitten hands that include a thumb, so better than what Sanji's got going on... ...He probably didn't exactly look like someone who wasn't going to judge.

The cubone- helmet strapped to his back rather than sitting on his head- jumps back though, giving a nervous yelp in the process.

"A-Ah- I-!"

The boy swallows. "A-Actually I've just never watched anyone cook before..! ...e- everything I've eaten here was made in advance, and I'm still trying to learn to use my new stove..."

New in that, well. He's never had one. And honestly since he sounds like a kid, that's probably for good reason. Kids shouldn't be using the stove!
Edited (whoops need to specify the prompt being specified) 2025-05-18 16:15 (UTC)
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

RECORDS KEEPING!

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhhhhh...

[mister hampster, not that way-

A cubone is quickly, and a bit nervously, trying to head off Bigby.
] Uh- E-Excuse me..!

You're not supposed to go down that wing without a Lum guide..!!

[Wait for him!!! The Lum Guide can be him!!]
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

UNDER THE WEATHER: YOURE GETTING ELECTRIC TRAUMA TWO, ELE- aw nawr the meme breaks

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-18 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[[CW: Electrical Injury]]

[Emporio, ground type that he is, does not go zipping around excitedly into the rain. He does however, get caught rather tragically in a flash storm as the wind whips down and crashes into him, slamming the umbrella inside out and dousing him soundly with the waters of memory. Sparks are not unfamiliar to Emporio, sadly. Even the feeling of near death, of being alone and perhaps trapped...it's the shreds of triumph darting through it that help him to steady his footing and scramble for some cover before the water physically ruins him.

...But in the meantime, Technus encounters a very bizarre memory.

In a room, with bookshelves and red carpeting. There's a puddle on the floor. The cable to the computer sparks in it. It sits between the boy, and the door.

There's a lot of writing on the boy's arms, on the post-its over the monitor sides. Reminders, it looks like.

They're all reminders, every last one. And it becomes evident why, very soon.

Only three facts can be remembered; the door is over there. There is a need to get help. These instructions are important.

There are sparks.

(The fourth thing could not be remembered.)

(It loops. Constantly. Contact. Agony along arms that will one day be scarred. Recoil. A glance at instructions on a computer screen, and a realization-)

'I need to get to Jolyne. I need to give her this information. The door is over th-'

aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA
]
truthdecided: (shut eyes)

cw for implied parental suicide

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-18 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
...My mother. The memories are faded. She left me when I was very small, left the world behind. But when she was there, everything was so much simpler. The world broke her, my father abandoned her...

[He'd normally be more hesitant to open up to just anyone, but she's a mother. Perhaps that's why...

He'll keep leading the way, trying not to dwell on it.]
chuunipyon: (pic#17735656)

[personal profile] chuunipyon 2025-05-18 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, he certainly likes to tell people he is one, at least. So yeah, he is serious. Seriously delusional.

Mario tilts his head from one side to the other, as if weighing the options. “…Fine, but you owe me.” He’s making a big deal of acting put upon. “AND you have to keep an eye out for someone for me, too, got it? Her name’s Amari.” Just in case having two Marios in the mix wasn’t already phonetically confusing enough.

“So did you see your brother here and get separated, or did you wake up without him?”
truthdecided: (smirk)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-18 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I am trying to be a more righteous person these days.

[So, yes... Just let him scoop that umbrella up and flutter into the air. At least he can angle his talons so it covers them both.

He'd have a much harder time with his beak.]


You'll likely fund the Lum Berries guild more accommodating. Fortunately, they're rather close to the clinic.
guilmon: ('sup?)

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-05-18 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ohh... So you got to live a long time and then turn into a ghost!

[He giggles, perking back up.]

So it's like evolving into a different stage.
guilmon: (hiya!)

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-05-18 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
They've got bakeries back in town! That's why Guilmon's here, to help rescue people!

[He shuffles back, standing tall... for a few moments, before a distant rumble further in the tunnel makes him frown.]

But ground types hit really hard, so we should probably keep going.
dunchies: (014)

ooh la la we love a bit of fancy in here (and some dunmeshi spoilers sh sh)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-05-18 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Laios bares his teeth at no one but the onslaught of memory and emotion. Pain, grief, anger – all of it cycles through him, again and again, forcing him to relive a nightmare that’s not his. He accepts it, nonetheless, lets it fester and take hold. The memories are simply a reminder: monsters don't look like monsters. That's the cruel joke of it all, taunting his very existence, laughing right at him. The pit in his stomach grows deeper.

Back on his feet, he stares ahead toward the direction of the Archive, and runs, runs faster than he's pushed himself before. A trail of sparks follow him through the dark, lighting the way only to be smothered by the rain. He had thought he had grown past this, but the feeling was simply buried, deep inside, waiting for the right moment to peek through again. Suddenly, the world goes dark, and he's standing in a void of nothingness, face to face with the Demon once again.

You hate humans, it says, voice all too alluring, drawing him closer like a moth to a flame. That's why you're drawn to monsters. He denied it, pushed back, but it knew who he was. After all, monsters kill them. It saw through him, deep inside, deeper than even he could get into, and now it's rushing to the surface again, violently spilling out.

He runs, runs past the Archive, runs to nowhere at all. He lets his body carry him to a secluded part of town, empty of all people except him. Panting, he wonders where he can go, what he can do, before jolting at the sound of cries nearby. He growls instinctively, forgoing any sense of civility as he approaches the source.
]

Who–? [ His senses catch up to him, and suddenly, his expression begins to soften. The scent of familiarity practically hits him at full force. ] Emporio?
wolfcut: <user name ="proverbially"> (pic#17856297)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-18 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes narrow at the direction of Firepaw's cry, taking that as his opportunity to move in. On all fours, his movement more closely resembles a dog than a rodent, before stopping entirely. The sound of kibble hitting a bowl makes him hesitate, and the jingle of a bell with each step makes him pause.

Rusty. The Morpeko's ears twitch, as if being summoned. Then, the memory of others, of how they spoke of him, surfaces before hitting one particular nerve. Nothing but her lapdog, her pet. He snarls, snapping at a collar that isn't there, only to be brought back to reality when Firepaw pounces at him. Feeling teeth sink in, he lets out a cry; it's deep, guttural, a confused mess between a bark and a hiss. Briefly, he tries to speak, but in this state, in the middle of being attacked, all he can manage are noises, too feral to mean anything at all.

He struggles under the Litten, desperately thrashing to kick him off without much success. All he can do is try to Bite back, aiming for one of Firepaw's legs.
]
undeux_allblue: (HIM YEL)

II Tunnels: Jaws music (Mistaken identity again, but sadder???)

[personal profile] undeux_allblue 2025-05-18 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Sanji had been running for some time now. He’s unable to tell, as his surroundings are warping, his perception distorting into something distinctly unreal. He has four legs, but that doesn’t matter; he’d always been able to roll with the punches, and the desperation to run run is ingrained in him, stumbling and scrambling over roots and rocks and mud and debris and wreckage and bodies-

Is that mud or blood? Doesn’t matter, he needs to keep moving or he’ll join them on the wasted battleground-

Confusion flickers over his thoughts. Battleground? Debris? There’s…no…they were just in Sabaody. There wasn’t a war, but he did need to run. There was a body on the ground, one he needed to get to before- before people bigger than him with clubs and spears and weapons- guns- who had a gun!?? Furnace-damned Sankta got lucky-

All of that flies right out of his head when his eyes fall on a body, tucked under some gnarled tree roots. This one’s breathing. It’s…

The bastard knocked him out. Damn him. Just had to go playing the hero, huh?! They can find another cook, dammit, but you can’t just replace such a skilled fighter as-

“ZORO!!” Sanji cries, scrambling forward to paw at the figure, mud slick paws leaving dark trails of blood on white…fur? A shirt? A barely conscious figure standing in a ruined clearing, arms crossed, trembling-

Damn this useless body of his. He’d grab the mosshead himself, drag him if he has to-

“Come on idiot, get up. Get up, we need to get out of here-“

’Nothing happened.’

“Can it would ya? They’re- they’re gonna make you disappear again, we need to go!!” Who is they exactly? Why is Zoro here of all places? Why is he?? Where is here? Doesn’t matter. He found a member of his crew, he’s sure of it, and they need to get back to Rhodes island- the Sunny where it’s safe, home!!
wolfcut: <user name="unification"> (pic#17853764)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Great. [ Caught, he turns toward Emporio, arms crossing over each other. Irritation sets in when he realizes that there's no intimidating himself out of this one, not when they're practically the same size. Still, he straightens himself up a little bit, as if to try. ]

Thanks, but no thanks. I can find my way around. [ He turns back around before the Cubone has a chance to respond, walking away with a wave of his hand as he calls out. ] Don't worry. I'm not going to break anything if that's what you're worried about.
wolfcut: <user name="unification"> (Default)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-18 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A whole town, huh? What, with more creatures like you? [ He's not so convinced about the rescue effort, not yet, if only because he knows exactly how these sorts of stories go. The rumbling gives him pause, though, enough to balance the least likely odds of winding up as someone's dinner. ]

... Fine. After you. [ He moves to follow Guilmon's lead, squinting when faced with Guilmon's tail head on. ] Look at that. Your own nightlight and everything.
technusrulez: (IT WILL DRIVE YOU... TO YOUR DOOM!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-18 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The agony in Emporio's memory is much stronger than anything Technus has ever felt. When Technus died, after all, the electric current had gone through his head, leading to a near-instant loss of consciousness.

He feels the pain as it loops, again and again and again, and he just starts laughing. It's as intense as he expected, and the rest of the memory barely registers.]


AHAHAHAHA!!! SO THAT IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE!
indifferentinferno: (Threatening)

If i had a nickel for everytime he was approached by a small, helpful cat, i'd have 2 nickels

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-05-18 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[His piercing glare had kept away anyone who attempted to approach him so far. Good to know people here weren't senseless. If anyone had a problem with his presence, they were doing a good job at keeping it to themselves.]

[That is until he's approached by a very small beast. They're covered in fur... and quite a bit smaller than even his downsized form in this place. But they show no sign of hesitation or fear. Even as he continues to mercilessly glare at their approach.]

[Their voice is young as well. But in these strange forms its impossible for him to gauge age.]

[He does break eye contact to look at the offered meal... At least it looks cooked. They weren't feeding him like a beast even if he looked like one.]


Not interested. [He growls lowly. He was hungry. But he could live without for much longer. He trusted the food no more than he trusted the people around here.]

[He returns his piercing gaze to staring directly at Firepaw.]
technusrulez: (Default)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-18 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
AND I COULD ALWAYS USE MORE HELPERS!
I AM SLOWLY FORMING A TO-DO LIST OF WHAT I WANT TO CREATE, AND AS A RESULT WHAT I NEED TO ACQUIRE. IF THERE ARE ANY DEVICES YOU ESPECIALLY MISS, LET ME KNOW.
technusrulez: (SECURITY CAMERA 14! VISUAL!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I HAVE NEVER HEARD IT SAID THAT WAY BEFORE. THAT MAKES A SURPRISING AMOUNT OF SENSE.
indifferentinferno: (annoyed)

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-05-18 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The person approaching him is far too enthusiastic for his liking. Its reminiscent of someone else he knows- it's almost, almost, endearing.

Except he frequently got annoyed with her as well.

His first thought is 'How in the furnace pits would I know?!', unfortunately for himself, and he supposes the both of them, he's as in the dark about this as anyone.

"Yes." He answers bluntly. He could be wrong for all he knows, but he think its safe to assume at this point. "No, and no." Both up for further scrutiny. Wherever he was, it wasn't anywhere on Terra he knew. But as far as he could tell for now, he was experiencing no greater sense for danger than he did normally.

And he could only hope the former wasn't true. He didn't need any more problems.

He turns his face away and keeps walking, his terseness a sure sign that he doesn't wish to speak further on this.
firealone: (8)

[personal profile] firealone 2025-05-18 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Surprisingly, Firepaw hasn't had to deal with rats yet - he will, eventually, if he ever goes back home. But the Morpeko's teeth digging into his leg just brings to mind one of his less successful hunts in in the forests around Bottlecap Bay. He had missed a pounce onto a Rattata, and it had torn his leg open. Lucky him that Littens are more durable than cats, and he had been able to kill it before limping his way back to the PokeClinic.

He might be more prepared this time, but he's also only halfway in the present. Instinctively he whips around to use Lick, a move which he's never actually used intentionally before. Maybe he can paralyze the creature, and maybe then he can put enough space between them to clear his head.
]
firealone: (18)

too bad firepaw's from a canon point before meeting his grumpy old cat friend lol

[personal profile] firealone 2025-05-18 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Firepaw's ears go back, and the tip of his tail twitches - he can't help looking a little frustrated when his offering is rejected. He's still a young cat, and spoiled by how grateful everyone else tends to be. It's like this new person doesn't appreciate how difficult it is to pull something your own weight up into the treetops.]

Look, if you don't want it, I can give it to someone else. [He's very much trying not to sound annoyed, and he's failing.] But I can smell that you're hungry.
friendlyflower: (ewwwwbleh)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-18 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Bleh. [Ewww, now these memories are just getting mixed up. He sure did a lot of weird stuff while he was underground, but he never ate a monster.]

Boy, you would've hated monsters where I came from. They just turn to dust, since they're made up of magic. No meat at all. [The memory of the hunt is exhilarating and familiar. A smile is crossing his face... but, it stops when the waterbird turns to dust.

As curious as he is, he can't justify killing again-- even if Firepaw was right and those other monsters are 'different'. His smile fades.
]

... You sure do like food, don'tcha?

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