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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 2025-05-28 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Anasui hasn't failed a mission though. He's barely been here. He's only been able to do quests for a little while, how could he...

have...
]

Uhhhh-

[Quick Emporio, think-] N-Never have I ever WORN CLOTHES!

[There is a Chorus of groans, which is impressive when there's only so many other Pokemon here.]
dripdrive: (dark eyes)

[personal profile] dripdrive 2025-05-28 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Anasui's frown darkens into a scowl. Someone else at the table is suddenly worried that Emporio's attempt to lightening the mood has gone wrong, especially when the Espathra remains quiet. The bird's head slowly turns to Emporio.]

That's a blatant lie. You've worn clothes before. Uniforms count.
wolfcut: <user name="onlylovedherself" site="tumblr.com"> (pic#17853781)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-28 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Growmon? That's... creative. [ He's really been talking to a baby dragon this whole time. There's no other way. ] Are—are you going to turn into that now or what? [ Evolve. Transform. He's seen it all. Probably.

Then it sinks in again. He rubs his temple.
] ... No, you just said it's for bigger people. Sorry. Hold on.

[ Just going to. Awkwardly try to jump up from Guilmon's side, because he is not messing around with that tail. ]
telewarped: (Sometimes I wonder)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-05-28 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Surprise, surprise.

[He was being so subtle about it.]

Well, for starters, this is the Spire—Oran Berry guild headquarters. And the city's called Bottlecap Bay. As for why we're here... Good luck figuring that one out.

[Because she has no idea!]

And "backpack boy" is...?
telewarped: (Round and round)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-05-28 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Shoka glances at them sidelong. Why that question? Are they looking for a reason they might have been brought back so many times, too? Or are they just trying to make her feel better? Just curious? It's not like the Reapers' Game matters anymore.

She has to answer regardless; she's the one who wanted to talk, after all.

For the Higher Plane, the Game is for something else, but...]


For the Players... a second chance. The grand prize of the Reapers' Game is resurrection. Losing gets you erased for good, but if you win, you can go right back to being alive, just like nothing ever happened. But I didn't want that, so...

[So she can't say why she of all people was picked to be a Player, when she didn't even want her first chance.]

Guess I just played for the hell of it. It was fun enough, and I guess I did pretty well or something, 'cause I got to stick around with the departed instead. Help keep the Game going. [And then Shiba... And then Rindo...] But... To be honest, I would've been fine with being erased.

[She speaks plainly, frank and unemotional. None of this is a secret, and she's said it all before—but only to Rindo. Inwardly, it does feel strange—surreal, too vulnerable—telling it to Siffrin. Like exposing her throat for slicing; like letting her disguise slip. It isn't like her to be so forthcoming. She's oversharing and she barely knows them, really... And yet she's been in their memories, thoughts, feelings—and they've been in hers, too. They're hardly strangers now.

Anyway, she has to say all of this, because:]


... You know what I mean. I mean... you really know. Don't you?
seacub: ('boy i sure hope nothin bad happens')

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It's something that lives in the water, but unlike fish, they don't have a skeleton. They have an outter shell, or carapace instead. They have a pretty different texture to fish, but everyone always talked about them like they were really good...
seacub: (AND NOW A PIPE TOO??)

she was like 'hes a disney lover so-'

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
...well at least that makes it simpler...

[Anything is possible with bribery. Though, Akechi might realize with clarity of thought that the room Emporio was in looked like nothing any prison has. Red carpetting, brilliant painted walls, shelves of books, a piano...

...That's not a prison room at all.
] We just have to do something like shake hands to put everything back right? ...At least...

[He looks up at the rain.] ...Maybe we should get inside first.
seacub: ('boy i sure hope nothin bad happens')

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly!

[That definitely makes sense.]

...Are you going to stay out in the rain still? [He asks a little worriedly after a moment.]
seacub: (PLEASE LISTEN TO ME OH GOSH)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Certainly in the memory it wouldn't be the ground, so it must be ground in reality. Nothing like literal dirt to get a mind Grounded. For that matter, in the memory it was an easy ride even if one surrounded by screams and panic. Just a calm carry up, up, and up until there could be a moment to just sit and wait.

Unfortunately, Emporio doesn't quite have that. If anything everything's actively working against him, his eyes seeing nothing but blinding white, and his nerves feeling nothing but searing cold. Numbness makes it difficult to place himself in reality, and he shuffles as if trudging through the snow himself.
]

HELP!!!

[There's someone in the snow, isn't there? Someone means he can get help. He can't hear them clearly but-]

P...PLEASE!

HELP..!

[If it was even weeks ago, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do this. People meant danger. Hiding was better. But there can be people to help him now. There can be people to find him and mean it.

So, please-
]
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[...

(Is this what it'll feel like one day?)

Pokemon are everywhere. It's a little tricky to separate the memory from reality because of that, but it helps him move on. Every step feels like cave flooring granted, and he keeps seeing all the various pokemon as its inhabitants and as the partners to...to whoever's mind he's intruded on, in a sense, but he can at least move. It's...

It's not that bad. A little disorienting, sure, but it's honestly kind of nice.

Definitely nicer than what Emmet's going to be dealing with. It's only 'March', but that doesn't mean much when you're in the land of Hurricanes and Alligators. And anyway, they need to move again. They can't steal a car...but oh, maybe that motorcycle? They can totally get three on a motorcycle, it'll be fine. Yes? No?

Fine, just keep walking then.

...And walking is just what Emporio himself does. He swears he sees white- white, red...
]

...Emmet? [He tries, squinting when for a moment he just sees a pile of feathers instead.]
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Mnngggghghghhghhgg...

[hey anasui come here he needs to learn to murder again-

...The topic changes, and Emporio immediately feels like he's sinking in quicksand again. He grows silent- blinking slowly, nodding just as slow.
] I...

...yeah. ...Even if it wasn't real...it still felt real. It...

...it felt like a Stand attack. I didn't even know that kind of thing could be possible here...

[...He's probably not okay, but, Emporio also isn't self-aware enough to address that.]

...Are you okay? ...It...it was both of us, so...

[Apparently he's caring enough to turn it on its head though.]
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I- I didn't say I was going to stop using my hands..!! It's just weird to be standing next to someone complaining about it...

[And-

...Hello, yes, there's only one possible Pokemon that outburst could mean and Emporio grimaces immediately.
]

Oh...great...you've met him huh...

[Well that's the sound of someone who knows what the bird is capable of at least.]
seacub: (oh no why this Again)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-28 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I-

I just meant here!! I haven't worn clothes here! Some Pokemon wear hats and things..!!

But you've got a sash now.

It's a strap, not clothes!

[He's doing his best!! He's doing his best!!!]
technusrulez: (SECURITY CAMERA 14! VISUAL!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-28 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
SPIRE, ORAN BERRY, BOTTLECAP BAY. GOT IT.

[Technus frowns at Shoka not knowing why people are here either. I mean, logically, she wouldn't know. That makes sense. But it's also annoying that nobody knows!]

EHHH... BACKPACK BOY? YOU KNOW, THAT KID WITH THE SKULL BACKPACK?
technusrulez: (rotom2)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-28 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
NO. THAT WOULD BE A BAD IDEA.

[It was a bad idea to go out in the first place, but Technus is naturally impulsive. He has a habit of thinking through his actions after actually doing them. He's been trying to fix that, but.... well. He's trying.]
outbounds: (endeavor)

[personal profile] outbounds 2025-05-28 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ (You're not meant to be alone. You aren't. You have your Pokémon there with you, don't you?

((It's not the same. You need both.))

You're one of two. The only one, now.)

It's peaceful, though. Of course, there's always the potential threat of a startled or aggressive wild Pokémon trying to attack, whenever you're in the wild, but you don't really have to worry about that. You know the cave, and your team does too. Seems like they're trying to befriend half the Joltik there, even...

Meanwhile. How many vehicles are they going to be (making the attempt toward) appropriating today. What will be next, after a helicopter and maybe a motorcycle?

Even though getting out of the swamp would be very nice at the moment. It's just a memory. Someone else's, even. He's not really there, Emmet knows, but the overlay of memory over the present means right now it seems as if he is human, and he is covered in fur not meant for a region that warm and that humid both at the same time.

An ear twitches. Hm? Oh, Emporio... he fits, doesn't he? ]


I am Emmet. Are you looking for something?

[ Ground-type, and all. Presumably he shouldn't be out in the rain unless he has something to do. ]
friendlyflower: (ohfuck)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-28 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
You're... not going to kill me? [He seems to collect himself.] Geez! Try not to give me a heart attack next time, buddy! I thought I was going to be a snack to some purple, flaming, uh...

[He looks at Ingo, then at himself.] ... What are you, anyway? What are we, for that matter? [This is all definitely new to him.]
offtracks: (🚇 searchlight)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-05-28 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The archives...?

[Yes, that's something, isn't it? Does he know where those are? Does he know where he is now? Ingo looks up and down the street a little blankly, then turns to look down properly at the little Shinx alongside him. They're here and speaking to him. That already makes them feel more real.]

Are you alright?
indifferentinferno: (Shock)

Sorry this took so long, I got terrible writers block for it TvT

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-05-28 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cracking of the ice and the howling of the wind should serve as a warning to even the most inexperienced individual that what is going on right this moment is incredibly dangerous- And it should be alarming to Flamebringer himself that he does not react as he normally would-

But the flow of memories keeps his mind caught up in this dangerous dance with a person who he does not know- and yet somehow feels like he is

Her fear is like the inescapable wake of a catastrophe- he can't make heads or tails of exactly why- only that he feels it- and he too, is afraid.

Yes, yes you killed them all. He thinks. Their blood is on your hands. If only you had been smarter. Faster, less trusting, more unforgiving- the traitor- the blood on your hands is shared between the two of you-

There's a wave of despair from him. And Rage. Rage. Rage. An all-consuming burning fierce rage-

And then it snuffs out.

Her denial, her resolve, her refusal of something that was not hers- It crashes into him mentally like a sledge-hammer and leaves him reeling, suddenly his mind quiet, like the undisturbed surface of a frozen lake.

What...? What had he been- what was happening?

He blinks and for a second he sees white. White snow, white ice, a white individual-

There was someone else here? Wait- right there was someone else here-]

[Then he sees Enji in the bed- feels her resolve. The fear now turned to contempt, to acceptance. The acknowledgement of all she had suffered at his hands, the ugliness that arose from it- and even the gifts that had as well.

The regret was there. And it was heavy and filled him with sorrow. But there was also acceptance of it, that it would not move, it would not leave. All he could do is carry it...

What a strange resolve. He thinks. He thinks to himself, that this person is quite strong in their own way.

He's not certain he could do the same as she has.

And then there's a boy again- most would consider him a young man. Touya..? Somehow he recognizes this individual from earlier.

The person in his mind knows that this person, his- her- son, is a murderer. And yet she seems to want to reach out to him with nothing but gentleness. With apologies. Not vapid things which only are murmured to relieved the guilt of the speaker- but simply so he knows- so he knows he was wronged.

He thinks of his own bloodied hands. Of all those he has killed. Murderer... ha. He is sure many could call him such things.

And yet...

A kind woman's hands- Lena- Perfumer. He tries to verbally push her off. He can handle this himself, he always has. She simply sighs good naturedly. He looks at her face and sees the bags below her eyes and the strain to her face. Maybe some would fall for her faked good mood- But he'd been on the battlefront for too long to not see through such facades. But her gentleness isn't a farce as she finishes wrapping the bandage- and he feels just a trace of her healing arts ebbing away the worst of the pain.]

[And thus, Rei's own resolve quiets the storm in his mind, and he blinks, suddenly seeing the world for what it is, the person in front of him speaking- Asking him to get rid of the mist]
I- What- [He looks around, the snow, the ice- and he's cold, so much colder than he was used to being. He can barely move- Crap how did he let it get this bad?!

He can see his breath and feel himself shivering- Oh, oh this is not good.]
No- I- I don't think I can! [He shouts over the snowstorm.] And what mist? What are you doing? [His hostility from before is gone, the question is genuine. He wasn't making the snow- and he'd right- a memory floats over to Rei- he'd wandered over here initially because the snow was so strange- an anomaly. It wasn't nearly cold enough in this area for it to be snowing naturally.]

indifferentinferno: (Talking)

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-05-28 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Great. So dead ends all around. He'd just have to keep looking around on his own. At least it was getting him used to his strange body. Small mercies.]

[And image of a cell- of being trapped, caged, but resigned to it- this is normal for him-

What?

He growls slightly and shakes his head. He'd never been a prisoner like that- or at least not for long. And nowadays if people were smart, they tried to kill him first. There was something about this place that was messing with his head- was it messing with this other person's as well he wondered?]


Like this? [His eyes flicker back to Till, taking in his appearance more thoroughly... for whatever good it will do him. He doesn't even look like any hound he's ever ran into on Terra.]

[... Come to think of it. That woman he'd seen in his mind- a- his? No... That mother. She looked human.]


... Let me take a wild guess. You're new to this whole four legs and fuzzy thing too, huh? [A memory goes to Till, you're seeing yourself in a mirror- three horns on your head, two small, one large. Long, pointed ears. Black-crystal like patches going up your left cheek and neck- Oripathy. To one who does not know what a sarkaz is, Flamebringer's original appearance looks rather demon like in comparison. But you don't pay your natural features any mind, instead seeing the tired look in your eyes, you turn away from the mirror...]
offtracks: (🚇 out to foul)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-05-28 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I do apologize!

[He's genuinely a bit distressed to have frightened someone quite that much! But, yes, some information would likely help.]

We are Pokemon! My species is Typhlosion, and you are a Sunkern! I am from another world, like you, and we are all transformed when we are brought here! I was a human being, before this - I suppose one might say I still am in many ways! Ah, but that is philosophical. Shall we go? This place is truly not safe.
friendlyflower: (isthisguyserious)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-28 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ooooookay. Well, sure. This is probably one of the less strange things that could've happened to him.]

... Yeah, let's get out of here. And, uh. Thanks.

[If Ingo begins to escort Flowey away, then Flowey will hop after him. His mobility options are rather limited.]

So! A human turned into a monster, huh? I bet that's been a rough adjustment.
offtracks: (🚇 alert)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-05-28 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course!

[He'll start to lead the way, walking quite slowly to compensate. He's become quite used to doing that, considering how much larger he is than many Pokemon here.]

A monster...? [Not a term he would use, but he thinks he gets the idea?] Well, yes, I suppose so! I am fortunate in that Pokemon exist in my world, so at the very least I knew what I was and what abilities I had! That isn't the case for most people here! Though it did not make learning to move about with such a different body any easier...and when I arrived, it was by falling directly into the ocean!

[So, you know, better learn how to swim with your new weird form really fast!]
offtracks: (🚇 double)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-05-29 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ah - I AM HERE!

[Why is he shouting? It's unclear even to Ingo - but when Ingo decides to shout, it's quite loud indeed! The sound of someone else in distress is enough to get him scrabbling unsteadily back to his feet, lurching over towards Emporio.]

Are - are you alright?

[What's the matter with him? Is gravity going strange for him, too?]

Come, let us, ah...let us get inside?
truthdecided: (thinking)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I had wondered the same thing, admittedly.

[He hums, wings folded like a pair of crossed arms.]

It's possible that it could be a powerful Pokémon ability. I've heard of "Legendary Pokémon" from Emmet-san and Ingo-san, for instance. However, the spores in the Northern Forest seem to be the result of 'natural' fungi, to say nothing of the overgrown and volatile plants... So even if a Pokémon were involved, we may have to consider multiple culprits.