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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 2025-06-06 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
R-Right..!!

[He'll do his best to follow- it's not too hard when Ingo is taking care to stick to a reasonable pace, and there's no ushering needed, not really. Without the memory behind it, he's warming up a good deal too. Something that's only helped once they're finally out of the rain.

...Even so, he can't help but rub his arms after that. The memory might be back where it belongs, but the memory of 'experiencing' the memory is its own thing.
] ...what was that...

[Though, it was so vague, he hasn't really identified it as a memory at all.]
seacub: (who put baby in the trash)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-06-06 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I...

[What was wrong, exactly? Trying to put his finger...paw...mitt, on it, and all he can say is-]

...someone was missing.

[And, more quietly-] ...it felt familiar.
technusrulez: (THAT GHOST CHILD WILL BE SNOOPING...)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-06-06 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
YES! DOUBLE-DEAD! WHEN I FIRST DIED, I ENDED UP IN A STRANGE PLACE, IN A NEW BODY. THIS SITUATION IS SIMILAR! IT HURT MORE THAN MY ORIGINAL DEATH, ACTUALLY...

[There was nothing leading up to it that felt like dying, though. It had just happened, leaving Technus incredibly confused about what was going on.]
offtracks: (🚇 distributed power)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-06 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It was exceedingly strange! I felt as though I were falling, but - not to the ground...

[He's not even really sure how to explain it. There were strange machines, too?]
offtracks: (🚇  clean the clock)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-06 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh, yes, most of them.

[Ingo himself sounds fairly casual about it. Of course his amnesia is a serious and ever-looming issue, but...at the same time, it is something he has dealt with for the entire portion of his life that he remembers. In some ways it's just a normal fact of his life; at any rate, he doesn't mind discussing it.]

Why do you ask?
friendlyflower: (normal)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-06 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, really? Evolution? So I could stop being a dinky seed and turn into a giant cool monster or something? [He imagines a giant demonic flower that breathes fire.] I'll get as big and tough as you, right?
wolfcut: (pic#17883223)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-06-06 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. Not as long as I thought. Sounds like it might be different for others, though. Usually takes a while to make a whole town.

[ He flicks an ear in thought, curiosity maybe getting the better of him. ]

You can go a little faster now, if you want. Just keep left up ahead.
loopsiedaisy: (🌠 Am I just too afraid to leave?)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-06-07 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[???]

Be...cause you're a child? [They really can't explain it any further than that?? That should be enough?? Siffrin seems equally baffled by this line of questioning.]

[...they guess that's fair, about Anasui. That would matter. One of their ears flickers, and their expression is visibly slightly mollified. Still:]
...but did you have someone you could talk to?
loopsiedaisy: (🪐 In the corner like I just don't belong)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-06-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[UM. Forget that second part -]

A-and you're fine with just admitting it?

[That phrasing is a lot more accusatory than it would have been if the question hadn't been startled out of them. But their tone just sounds bewildered.]
offtracks: (🚇 unsure)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-07 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not see why it is anything to be ashamed of!

[Maybe he's ashamed, a little, of his continued failure to remember. Of the effects it has on those around him. On Emmet. But, the initial amnesia seems pretty plainly not to be something he managed to do to himself.]

In any case, I forgot my entire life. That's rather a difficult thing to hide!
offtracks: (🚇  glint)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, I have never actually seen a Sunflora before! It is far too cold for them where I live! But I have heard tell of them - you'll be relieved to hear that they have arms and legs, I suppose! Well, the arms are a bit more like large leaves, but all the same...

[He'd rather have that than nothing at all! Though, it seems rude to say so to someone who currently has nothing at all.]

You will need to find a special stone to achieve it, though. A Sun Stone!
wolfcut: (pic#17883253)

anasui, most likely: and i'll fuckin do it AGAIN

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-06-07 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe that's no so bad. At least roommates are expected to clean up after themselves. Guests can just barge in uninvited and steal all your food. [ Definitely not speaking from experience. ]

... But I see. [ His expression shifts, though he tries hard not to make it too obvious. Quietly, he glances at Emporio, before looking ahead with a frown. ] You must be pretty clever to find a secret place like that. Was Anasui the only one you told about it? The room?
Edited 2025-06-07 18:30 (UTC)
friendlyflower: (confused)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-07 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's silent for a few moments, maybe to the point where Shoka would begin to suspect he's ignoring her-- but then he finally speaks again.]

... I've been asking myself that for a long time.

I could've killed them all easily. That's what my best friend wanted. But I felt they weren't just going to stop at six. They hated humanity more than anything else, and once we had seven souls and became a god together, they would've killed every human out there.

I thought there had to be some good humans out there. They were one of them. So in the end, I hesitated... and the humans seized on that and beat the crap out of us.

[He's surprised that he's still talking. Even moreso, he's surprised she's still talking to him. Most people would either swear him off as a soulless asshole or be falling all over themselves with pity. Maybe Shoka does think he's an asshole, but not a soulless one-- maybe that makes it easier to talk to her. Either way, she's still here, and so is he.]

Don't get me wrong, though. I was a coward back then. ... Still am. [He's realized this aptly throughout the course of the conversation.] Maybe even a bigger coward, because I wasn't scared to die back then. I still had a soul then, but... whatever.

[He's silent again for a moment. He shakes off some of the rain and hops closer to her, apparently tired of the deluge.

Nobody would waste their energy on killing him... she wasted her second and third chances... it's all making him think, and it's giving him a headache. Ugh. Why does he think he's so important? Once, he thought he was the prince of the world's future. Now he's barely a bottom feeder in a new world entirely.
]

... Fine. You're right. You win. I was miserable. That shit sucked and it still sucks and I'm too scared to die. You're not much better off. And no, weirdo, not being scared to die doesn't make you better than me.
telewarped: (We could go on now)

from tunnels deep (pwease forgive my late reply but i ❤️ Maka)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[(Remember Shoka does—vividly, as if it happened to her. Displaced by it, a similar memory drifts through the fog: countless hours of training on the busy streets of Shinjuku, testing your Reaper abilities against a pack of summoned wolf Noise. Here in the Underground, the laws of physics don't really apply; you leap, lurch, and even flip backward to avoid the snapping jaws of the Noise, far faster and stronger than you ever were as a human. In the end, the Noise are skewered on a row of your spectral swords, reducing them to harmless static.

There are no friends in this memory but one: Ayano, supervising as usual with her pet iguana draped over her shoulders.

That was a splendid performance, darling, she says. Your best yet, even...)

The shape that comes shambling out of the mist doesn't even really look alive at first. With its drawn-on face and dingy gray, cloth-covered body, it looks more like someone's forgotten rag doll... But it proves itself to be some form of alive a moment later, when Maka's lowered head and squared feet prompt it to adopt a battle stance of its own. Shuffling back a bit, it produces two long, shadowy arms from under its cloth disguise, each ending in a set of deathly sharp claws.

It—she?—makes no move to attack, but she seems ready to at any moment.]


Hey—take it easy, all right?
friendlyflower: (talkside)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-07 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
['Sunflora'? That doesn't sound too scary. The revelation that it has arms and legs perks him up, though he droops a bit hearing they're just leaves.

Well, anything's better than nothing.
]

Hah. How ironic. [He doesn't elaborate on this.] Thanks, big guy! You've been super helpful! Maybe once we get back to town, we'll stay in touch? [He tries to sound casual about it. Having at least one person who doesn't hate him is also better than nothing.]
telewarped: (Don't sweat it)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-08 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Well... neither am I.

[But she's trying—even if it's taken a supernatural memory-rain to pry her open and make her willing to be this vulnerable. She feels exposed, a little sick, and definitely drained... But she can't bring herself to regret it, really. It feels—good, almost, being side-by-side with Siffrin and letting them half-support her weight while she supports theirs. Even though they're both still soaking wet. Cathartic, maybe.

Still, Siffrin's bad at it in a different way than she is. Those times that she does convince herself to talk, Shoka tends to speak frankly and bluntly, but Siffrin can hardly get a full sentence out.

It might be a case of the blind leading the blind, then, but it feels like a start. She'd be happy if they tried.]


Good enough for me.

[A brief silence weaves its way between them, then. Shoka seems lost in thought.

She didn't intend to hold them to that promise so soon, but:]


... Hey. You said... that you couldn't make all the Replays—loops, whatever... You only got out by coming here, right?
telewarped: (One little thing could)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-08 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Once Flowey starts talking, the mocking aura emanating from Shoka slowly starts to melt away. She figured as much—that he hesitated out of some belief in humanity's goodness, some want to not hurt anyone. Something good. The confirmation makes it easier for her to continue.]

... Didn't say that it does. Nothing cowardly about staying alive. [It's the opposite. She's probably the bigger coward between them, scared of living.] It's what that "best friend" of yours would've wanted you to do, right? ... Even if you are messed up.

[He is an asshole, unquestionably. They've only just met, and he's already said plenty of horrible things to her. Parts of his memories still make her feel sick with anger to reflect on. When she thinks of her parents, she thinks only of hard eyes, uncaring hands, and conspicuously missing photographs; Flowey's parents held him, wept for him, genuinely loved him. She can't stand it when people have that and take it for granted. But...

It wasn't really his fault, was it? Or at least it wasn't fair. He tried to believe in something good, and he lost his life and Soul for it. He hated the unfeelingness of it all as much as she does. Who wouldn't be messed up after all of that, even after getting their Soul back?

She thinks of Ayano, suddenly—or, rather, the thing that Ayano turned into, after the Plague Noise ate away at her heart. Then she thinks of Shiba, too, who had done far worse things to her and yet she still couldn't bring herself to really, truly hate. She doesn't know or care if Flowey deserves a second chance, but he has one now. Even if he was just encouraging her to take the easy way out, she won't do the same to him.

In any case, she's surprised they're still talking, too. She's never talked about her feelings as much as she has this month. It's exhausting, but it's also like water rushing from a crack in ice: once she gets started, she can't seem to stop.

He takes a hopping step closer to her then, apparently over the novelty of the rainfall, and for the first time she realizes, with dull amusement: she doesn't even know what his name is.]


... Anyways. What's your name again?
friendlyflower: (laugh)

[1/2]

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-08 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He's silent as she speaks, a solemn look on his face. Then she asks his name, and the corner of his mouth twitches, and he just bursts out laughing.

Ah-- ahahahahaha!

[It's so funny that he can't stop laughing. Twice now, he's poured everything out to someone whose name he doesn't even know.]
friendlyflower: (sweat4)

[2/2]

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally, he manages to collect himself.] Hah... Just call me Flowey. I'd say 'nice to meet you', but we're far past that. What's yours?

[He doesn't meet her stare-- at least, he avoids where he thinks her gaze is, since it's hard to tell.] Oh, and, uh... sorry. Or whatever. I don't actually want you to go killing yourself. There, I said it, okay? [It's almost as if he's trying to quiet some sort of conscience.]

... You remind me of them, you know? My friend from back then. Maybe a little less misanthropic, but not by much. Heh. [He manages a small sad grin at that.

... Maybe that's why he reacted so strongly to her accepting death so blithely.] They never talked about what happened to them to make them hate humanity so much. Now they're gone, and I let it happen.

So if you're gonna tell me to stay alive, then you have to, also. Or else I'll find some way to bring you back and kill you again.

[She said she wouldn't mind getting a snack, being around the people she wants to be with, playing... what he assumes is a video game? And while he can't feel love or empathy, or get back all the years he lost, or undo all of his crimes... that might be fine, too. To try something new for the first time in ages. To try helping people again- for real this time- instead of hurting them.

He spent so long thinking that what Chara would've wanted was for him to finish the job. Now that he can look back on it more clearly... maybe Shoka's interpretation is a little closer to how they actually may have felt. He'll never know... but he's still here, so he might as well keep going.
]
telewarped: (Life is so fleeting)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-08 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Huh... Same, actually.

[Well, except for the "new body" part; she at least got to keep her old appearance the first time she died. But the rest is relatable!]
indifferentinferno: (Talking)

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-06-08 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[The noise does make his eyes narrow, but less in the paranoid way in more of the mild confusion way. That laugh was. Unnatural. To say the least. But Firepaw did seem genuinely amused.

And.. normal, huh? So that ruled out him being a Beast Lord he supposed. Better for Flamebringer then. He wasn't cocky enough to assume he could take on powers such as those. And tough crowd Firepaw, he's hard to make laugh on a good day.

His comparison between Ms. Christine and Phantom was apt then- Except that Firepaw left and joined others of his kind he's guessing.]
One can't grow if they're constantly dependent on the charity of others. [He hums, its not really annoyed though.] You have to grow from the soil you're planted in. Not remained buried in it.

[Its his weird way of saying he approves of Firepaw's choice. As grating as he found his approach, it at least spoke to a backbone. And he couldn't chide him for taking inappropriate risks like he had that one wayward sankta.

Although the kid should've recognized his death glare all the same.]

[There's a beat where he looks away, past the individual in front of him. There's silence between the two of them, whether its awkward or not depends heavily on how Firepaw interprets it, since Flamebringer couldn't care less. He sighs, ember like eyes looking back up at the kid with a steady, searching gaze.]


Flamebringer.
dripdrive: (Espathra_Neutral)

[personal profile] dripdrive 2025-06-08 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think I've ever had a chance to try one. Well, an authentic one, anyways. On the to do list, I suppose.

[Anasui looks down at Emporio. It's hard to read his expression as a bird but it's... softer, somehow.]

... About time you get to try new things.
technusrulez: (SECURITY CAMERA 14! VISUAL!)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-06-08 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
OF COURSE! THAT IS DEATH, AFTER ALL, AND YOU HAVE STATED THAT YOU ARE A GHOST AS WELL.

[Technus is just kind of assuming all universe's ghosts work the same way. That just makes sense for him.]

HOW DID YOU DIE?
telewarped: (Like a coma)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-08 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shoka is about to say that it doesn't work like that... but she realizes then that she isn't actually sure that it doesn't work like that? Emmet and Ingo have never mentioned dying before, but she's also never asked.

So she doesn't correct Technus.]


Drowned. You?
loopsiedaisy: (⚡ About how I think I'm going crazy)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-06-08 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I - not ashamed, no, but, I mean...

[Siffrin hesitates, mouth slightly open. What do they mean? Most of the other options that come to mind are even worse when they play them back in their head. Yeah, sure, just ask someone, "Don't you feel like you're missing some important part of being a person, without your memories?" That sounds so much better.]

[...]


Aren't you worried that it could happen again?

[That is totally an unsubtle subject change, but also a genuine question.]