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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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dunchies: (006)

record keeping

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-03 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Too caught up in his own world, Laios somehow manages to get snagged in one of the conspiracy threads in question. With a tablet in his mouth, he pulls at his back leg, unable to get it free and probably just making it worse. He doesn't want to drop the tablet out of fear of breaking it, nor does he want to tug too hard to mess up whatever is attached to these strings.

So he stands there, stuck in the middle of the room, letting out a pathetic little whine to whoever is around for help.
]
undeux_allblue: (KNOCK IT OFF)

Sanji vc this is somehow worse than the oregano!!!! -smacks with a wooden spoon-

[personal profile] undeux_allblue 2025-06-03 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sanji's mind and chest ache with the roles intersecting in memory. He needs to get to Chopper, help him come back to himself, they need to all go back-

Why is their doctor apologizing?

What use are apologies now? They're gone. It's all her fault. He can't forgive that, he'll-

He can't hurt a woman. He can't hurt Chopper. Never. Never, never-

It's not a complete failure, there are still others to save, get it together, killing her now won't bring them back-

((It's called grounding, sir. Maybe you should try it.)) The face shove seems to help both parties just a little. It's enough. It has to be enough, they need to get back, get up, get up. If they take too long, they really will all die, Usopp was right in front of that thing-

It doesn't matter how much it hurts. His pain doesn't matter. He can ignore his broken leg screaming at him as he stands. If he loses them, if he fails them, then- he can't even consider that, he's replaceable, but them-

He's the rear guard. He'll do what he does best, a warm metal hilt clutched tightly in his hand- no- he'll break both legs, he'll lose his hands before-

Something clicks. Like a pin being pulled from a grenade (the flash of a toothy grin of a woman he begrudgingly trusts before she throws it with all she has)- volatile but decisive. Zoro stands, wobbling on strange, long clawed limbs.

"Yeah. Okay, good, yeah. You can still stand, that's- that's good. C'mon, walk it off, you've had worse," he urges lowly, nudging at a back leg that would have otherwise buckled, ignoring how there's a spike that scrapes against his face for his troubles. Zoro's always been kinda prickly, this is fine. A little blood is nothing it's to save-

Podenco. It was way too close. Satisfaction swirls through the thought, but Sanji brazenly bashes against it, even as floral scents wash over the blood and carnage of the battlefield. That was too close. She's too young and sweet, they can't- she shouldn't be here, what if he's not there next time to keep her safe? They're using freaking acid now??! Ironically, his own chiding thoughts are more along the lines of the gentle, assertive healer leaning over him-

Keep her safe. They can- there's still time- "Yeah. Capt'n's orders. Get your furry ass moving before we lose them all, yeah?" Reunion-no, the Marines, they were never ones to pull punches. And if Luffy says they can't win, they can't. The dead-eyed woman has some light in her eyes as she demands they save as many lives as possible-

"I should- I-" There's a brief moment, like a pan of oil splattering his hand when least expected. He's supposed to guard the back, he's the last line- no. If he's expendable, he should go up front, where the biggest threat is. He can clear the way the best he can, shoving Usopp behind-

No. This is- Zoro. It's Zoro they're talking about here. Yes. As much as he'd like to keep an eye on the idiot, nipping at his stupid spiked heels, he... "Right. Yeah. You don't remember where we made landfall, do you Marimo? C'mon." And with that he trots forward, not the most graceful but still much more sure-footed than the poor absol. He brushes against his crewmate's foreleg on the way forward (and there's a memory of grabbing a green-haired man's wrist and dragging him in the complete opposite direction from where he'd been heading, the associated feelings absolutely drenched in exasperated amusement- and affection he'd never admit to) to offer some rough stability, presence.

"This way. C'mon. It's not too late." There's somewhere...safe, this direction, he knows that. Luckily for the mosshead, he has a sense of direction. So Sanji will run forward in intervals, trying to keep to places with less obscuring fog, making sure to look behind him often, making sure he'd not lost him. He'll even run back and nudge at the other's heels more if it looks like he's struggling or losing himself again. They can't afford that.

The scene may be amusing if the situation weren't so bleak; a little vulpix guiding a dazed absol through the misty woods with all the enthusiasm of an agitated herding dog.
Edited (rain rain go AWAY) 2025-06-03 05:56 (UTC)
dunchies: (064)

it wouldn't be flowey if he wasn't like this :))) (cw violence & dunmeshi spoilers)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-03 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ His ears lay flat as Flowey presses, body suddenly growing tense as if perceiving a threat. A confused look crosses his face, more at himself than at what is being asked at first, but he tries to push the feeling away to pay attention on the actual conversation. ] Sorry, it’s just... magic works differently, I think, where I’m from.

[ It’s all he can manage before his heart starts to beat just a little faster. This isn’t the first time he’s encountered this dilemma—the ancient dragons of Firoza’s home world come to mind—but this feels almost entirely different. Laios glances away, unable to look at the other, much less respond. Of course not, he thinks. That was different. This is different. Yet the words stop short of coming out, his focus shifting to a different perspective: Kill them. Kill them all.

He closes his eyes with a wince, desperate to stop listening to the child's voice in his head. Another chimes in, almost on cue, taunting with the soothing lull of a spider to the fly. You hate humans. Childish memories fill the air, filled with hungry creatures, ripping and devouring the flesh of people, their hate turned to fear. Just pretend, but all stemming from something very real inside him. That's why you're drawn to monsters. He shakes his head in protest, but the voice remains.

After all, monsters kill them.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open, landing back on the Sunkern without much emotion at all. His tone is flat, cold, a stark difference from just moments before.
]

You don't know anything about me.
the_word_is: (i guess i should have mentioned that)

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-03 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maka is over on the other side of Conspiracy Corner, seated couchant and reading over an as-of-yet unconnected tablet with the ball of string between her forepaws.

Laios getting tangled up tugs on the string, sliding some of the connected tablets around on the ground, and Maka glances over.
]

Oh! Sorry! [That is a big dog.] Give me a second!

[She picks her way through the spiders web of strings and tablets and considers Laios' back leg.]
friendlyflower: (scared2)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-03 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He huffs at first. It feels like all of his life has just been one stupid story in a stupid game. But, this is some old grandma, he supposes, so--

So--
]

I... What? What is that? Do you hear that?!

[The memories coil around his own. He remembers absorbing the six human souls and finally feeling complete as venom sinks into his veins; he remembers them turning on him, tearing him apart from the inside out like her ungrateful children who ran away from home; he remembers being cast back into his true form but she can still hear them--]

Stop it! You're freaking me the hell out!

[He tumbles off of Lusamine's back and starts hopping away, only stopping once he reaches a dead end. When he turns to Lusamine, there's a look of terror on his face.

The memories slip away into the fog, but not unaltered. Lusamine remembers soullessness. Lusamine remembers the aching desire to feel something about anyone-- and then she remembers the feeling of six heartbeats at once. The rush of apotheosis, the all-consuming joy of finally making it all worth something. The voices in his head don't promise Paradise, but bend to his every whim like good children should, because he'll make their existence hell if they don't.
]

Hah... was that a nightmare or something? Is this a dream?

[It all goes foggy in her mind, but she remembers the pain when the souls rebel-- and much worse than that, the cavernous emptiness when his soullessness returns.]
indifferentinferno: (Cocky)

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-06-03 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He might not be overly familiar with fowlbeasts- but even he recognizes the possible meanings behind the ruffled feathers. It made part of him even more wary, the other part satisfied that he's struck a nerve.

He lets out a low, caustic laugh, "Sure. I don't deny that that's probably all true." We're Reunion. We fight on the behalf of the Infected. Persecuted too long for crimes not their own. We will deal out the justice we deserve- "But I don't need your help." He found his way out of plenty of situations where people didn't want him to leave. He didn't like his lack of skill here- and lack of knowledge. But as always, he would die fighting rather than lie down and take what others decided for him.

The fowlbeast's restraint was impressive at least. He didn't move closer, but remained where he was. A wise choice. Flamebringer himself was shifting around his posture until he found his footing more steady, coiled, ready to move in a heartbeat, his eyes narrow and watching Akechi's every move, like a predator.
indifferentinferno: (Side Eye)

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-06-03 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He snorts softly. That caustic frustration was a mutual feeling.

The memories are. Uncomfortable. The fact that whatever he's seeing is accompanied by feelings that aren't his own even more so. It both explains much, and nothing at all. His expression doesn't shift much while gazing at Till, but there's a slight loss of an edge to it. It wasn't sympathy. Flamebringer didn't do that. But it was a kind of acceptance. This kid- he was definitely young. Was of no threat to him. And Flamebringer was not going to be of any threat to him. He had no reason to. Visions of Flamebringer dutifully taking up his post on operations- Listening to the Doctor call out orders and arrange them all for maximum efficiency.

Of Flamebringer watching out for and defending the operators put by his side- Its his job after all. He brushes off their paltry thanks. He did as was required of him. Nothing more. Nothing less. But there's a foreign feeling in all of the memories- a young girl. A name. Podenco. Comes up to him. Fretting and apologizing- She'd almost taken a nasty hit, but Flamebringer had stepped in to deflect it at the last second. There's a fondness he doesn't even recognize himself- as he gently chides her to be more careful while ruffling her hair, expression as neutral as ever.]


Well. I can't sit here forever kid. [He takes a step away. Still. Wobbling a bit, much to his chagrin.] If you're looking for a way out, I suggest you get searching. You can come with me. Or you can go your own way. It makes no difference to me.
offtracks: (🚇 buffer stop)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles wryly. He really is developing a track record, isn't he?]

Oh...well, I feel as though I have been determined in the past, but certainly nothing like that! Strong enough to overcome death itself? That is something quite special indeed! I do not know that I could, even if it did exist in my world - though, in any case, I've never heard of such a thing happening.

[But maybe he wouldn't? It probably wouldn't be common.]
truthdecided: (perplexed)

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-06-03 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Stubborn, isn't he? Akechi's head slightly tilts, an eyebrow raised. Granted, in a similar position, he'd likely act just as stubborn.

But he had his unfortunate arrival, dropped in the ocean unceremoniously. Months have passed since then.

"You've been thrust into an unfamiliar body in treacherous tunnels. You will need time to adapt to your new form, to say nothing of the hostile threats that may very well ambush you, should you remain here too long."
the_word_is: (like mr president theres a meteor)

slow taggers hi5

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-03 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't say that kind of thing to strangers. [She says, grabbing the towel more firmly and toweling herself off. She does not need assistance from overly-friendly foxes, thanks.]

It makes you sound like a creep even if you're not trying to be creepy. [And he is a stranger, but she's had this conversation with somebody else about a million times before, and with how she's still recovering from the fog and her arrival, it's easy to slip into feeling like she knows him.]

And don't kick me in the face either.
the_word_is: (to give us a sense of scale)

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-03 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Have you found anything about one that could have done any of this? I haven't seen anything about people getting turned into Pokemon or getting brought to a different world, but it seems like there are a lot of attacks that could disorient people.
friendlyflower: (evilsmile)

(continued cws)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-03 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, but you know all about me now, don'tcha? I'm a wretched little killer. And you... you're just like me. It takes one to know one, doesn't it?

[His wicked smile cuts across his face like a knife.] Here's a secret, Laios. There's only one thing I hate more than goody two-shoes idiots: people who aren't stupid and naive like that, but act like they are. You know that being nice only gets you hurt. You ate those monsters because you were strong and they weren't.

[All of a sudden, his mind flashes back to the memory he saw when they first met. It's hazy, now, but he remembers a sister. He can feel remnants of the care that Laios had for her.

But didn't he kill her...? Flowey doesn't understand.
]

So why...? I don't...

[The smile drops, and he just looks confused and small. There it is again: the smell of butterscotch-cinnamon pie.]

... do you still hate them? Humans, I mean. Aren't you still mad?
friendlyflower: (tiredsmile)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-03 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, it was a long shot, anyway. Forget I said anything! At least you and your brother are back together now!

[His face twitches. He looks out into the fog as if remembering something.] Yeah... don't take that for granted.
bladeofnymeia: (cute sad face)

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-06-04 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Not in so many words.

[There's suggestions of possibilities, but it's all mixed in with myth and legend...so there's nothing she can confidently point to and say for sure that it's the thing.]

I wonder if we're not looking just for one Pokemon who is responsible, though. It could be multiple Pokemon.
guilmon: (giru?)

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-06-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Umm... Maybe two months? That feels right.

[Guilmon starts moving slowly, just to make sure his passenger can adjust. That seems smart. Also safe. Safety's important here!]
favorforafavor: (t)

[personal profile] favorforafavor 2025-06-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
I think so.

[Hard to tell if he's really awake or not when their memories are swimming around. Ugh, speaking of swimming-- No matter how much he shakes his coat out, it's still just wet.]

I can see that, though. How do you stand it?

[I regret to inform you that Dark Heart has no idea what he's talking about with the fog but he's not going to say so in the hope that he'll catch on eventually.]
the_word_is: (placeholder keyword 2)

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-04 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
I think it's at least three of them. One that pulled us here and one that turned us into Pokemon, and one that's making the fog.
offtracks: (🚇 dead-end rail)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-04 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
......yes, of course not.

[But there is a little hesitation. Things are...fine? He thinks? Things are fine with Emmet.]

I had not known I had a brother at all before arriving here. And we are twins, at that! Very strange.
outbounds: but i think i just got lucky. (winning. i like winning.)

[personal profile] outbounds 2025-06-04 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The narrator knows that Dark Heart has not! A silly little ironic quip from their part, but also obliquely a warning about the woods icly. ]

Fire moves help. Warmer. Will-o-Wisp has been useful, when I'm not out in the middle of it.

[ He'll demonstrate a bit, flickering balls of ghostly, blue-white foxfire lighting themselves in a circle around him— though it's clear they're real enough to have to struggle against the constant rain and wind, even under whatever overhang they currently are.

He'll set them to circling around Dark Heart for a bit before dispelling them with the flick of an ear.

(Emmet should send the memory back, shouldn't he? Whoever's it was. But that would mean speaking it aloud, and Dark Heart is here right now...) ]


Or. I can bother Ingo into helping me dry off.

[ Emmet cocks his head. ]

Why do you think you are not awake?
bladeofnymeia: (aw buddy im sorry)

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-06-04 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You believe the fog is related to our arrival as well?
Edited (SPELLCHECK NO) 2025-06-04 17:39 (UTC)
the_word_is: (you dont even like him ironically)

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-04 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Why else would somebody bring us all here?
offtracks: (🚇 searchlight)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-04 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ingo shakes his head sharply, reeling a little as...well, he can't say what happened, precisely. Only that something did happen, and certainly the headache is still present. Abated a little, maybe.

That's enough. He obviously needs to get the little Shinx out of this rain.]


Come now - I can carry you, if need be?

[Instinct is telling him to just scoop them up by the scruff with his mouth, but that's undesirable on a number of levels.]
firealone: (31)

[personal profile] firealone 2025-06-04 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Firepaw, similarly, pauses with a look of confusion crossing over his face. He sort of... assumed there was an understanding that they were friends.]

You didn't have to?

[He doubles back, to lean his body against Dark Heart's.]

I like talking to you. You don't need to earn being my friend.
telewarped: (My senses slowly fade)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-05 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[For a long moment, Shoka stares at him. She... isn't sure what to say. How is she, of all people, supposed to think of reasons to stay alive? She doesn't even know him, really.

Except she does now, in a way. It feels almost like she's talking to herself when she eventually says:]


... You're right—you have no choice. You have to keep going. 'Cause nobody's gonna waste their energy on killing you.

[Not even him, apparently.]

Uh, did you forget that you're the one who called me screwed up first? What, does being fine with disappearing and being ready to throw away my second and third chances not earn me enough damage points?

[Flippantly, like they're playing a game, she continues:]

Let's talk about how I can make up the difference, then. What's screwed up enough in your book? Killing someone? Killing lots of people? How about stabbing your friends in the back? Those spicy enough for ya?
bugbeverage: (8I)

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-05 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, well, that's a funny story..." he says as he folds his paws. And then he just doesn't elaborate.