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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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offtracks: (🚇 whistle)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-08 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course! We all must stick together, mustn't we?

[Ingo turns and...sort of smiles without actually smiling? Down at Flowey.]

You will be taken in by one of the guilds. I do not know which it will be; they decide all of that themselves. I am in the Oran guild, but everyone from other worlds spends a great time together regardless of guild!

[Privately, he hopes for Flowey's sake that Mightyena won't choose him. He can't imagine how the Sunkern would be meant to navigate the cliffs!]
loopsiedaisy: (⚡ About how I think I'm going crazy)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-06-08 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[They don't want to think about it, but it's also not like they haven't been constantly going down mental spirals about it the past few weeks... so not thinking about it is kind of a lost cause!]

...yeah. If there was a way out - besides ending up here, I guess...

I must have screwed it up somehow.

[They were so sure it defeating the King would end it. Why else would there be a time loop at all? And yet...]
dunchies: (004)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-08 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His ears twitch when he hears Maka approach from behind, unable to recognize her voice. Craning his neck to look back, the tablet still in his mouth, he starts to wag his tail as if in silent appreciation. ]

Mm! Mm!

[ He tugs his back leg a bit again as the string starts to get loose. There’s a rustle of movement somewhere else, though, immediately followed by the sound of something falling. His ears lay flat, eyes wide with concern as he stares at the Jangmo-o. Oops. ]
telewarped: (How long must I be)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I... saw something else out there. [Whatever that means. For a moment, she hesitates, wonders if she should reconsider bringing it up—but they're talking, now, so she continues,] I guess it could've been someone else's memory. But—maybe it just happened before, or something.

[Trying to recall it now makes her head hurt. Her memory glances off the details, rendering them indistinct, dizzying smears in her mind. She squints, as if that could help her see them better, and holds her hands out before her, claws curling around an invisible column.]

I was... [You were, she thinks to correct—but she doesn't even really know if it was Siffrin at all, does she?] ... Trying to kill someone. Choke 'em out. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't the King.

[For a number of reasons, even if she could hardly see anything.]

But I—couldn't go through with it. I just kept... apologizing instead. [Her voice wavers. Those emotions aren't her own, nothing more than invaders implanted in her head—but trying to force herself to remember makes them resurface in her nonetheless.] And then I was saying...

[... What was it again?]
dunchies: (075)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Emporio’s words make him wince with uncertainty. Even at his most isolated, he still needed someone, probably more than she ever needed him. For a moment, he wonders what Falin might say; she was always better at knowing the right words, at knowing how to comfort someone even at their lowest.

There’s a memory of him sitting by her bed, anxious, tired, but it lasts only briefly. After everything, they managed to get her back, but everything between her waking up and him winding up here almost feels like a blur. A pang of longing creeps its way into his heart, not just for her, but for his friends, too. Even if he does go back home, it won't ever be the same.

He lowers his head lightly onto Emporio’s, wrapping one of his arms around his small body to pull him closer.
]

...I’m sorry. [ It’s all he can manage, still unsure of himself. ] We’re not built to be alone, even if we think we can handle it. I know you’ve probably helped a lot of people here, too. People who might think they don’t need anyone, either. [ A beat. ] I'm sure your friends would be happy to know they influenced you so much.
loopsiedaisy: (🌕 Made up a story you were my friend)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-06-08 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Siffrin turns their head to look at her again, ears pinned back - in confusion, this time, rather than distress. There's nobody else out here, in the rain, in this exact spot. So it must have been their memory, right? Or one they passed along from someone else - but then they'd have experienced it too, wouldn't they?]

[But they...]
I - I don't remember. Anything like that.

[Surely they wouldn't have forgotten trying to strangle someone, would th - okay no let's be honest, with their memory, and their track record here, they totally could have. Regrettably. But when would that have happened? Who could they have been trying to kill, besides the King?]

[Because they agree - there's absolutely no way it could be the King. They wouldn't have been apologizing.]

[They're telling the truth, though. They don't remember this at all! (But why does it feel like there are words on the tip of their tongue...)]


...maybe I've been out in the rain and fog too much. [They're trying to play it off with a jokey no-big-deal kind of tone, but this is actually unsettling them quite a bit. It feels like it could be just as important as remembering the time loops, and... what happened just before they ended up here.]
guilmon: ('sup?)

[personal profile] guilmon 2025-06-08 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, lots of people lived here before we got here... Maybe that's why.

[Either way, he picks up the pace, not quite a sprint, but a bit closer to a jog.]
telewarped: (The shroud encroaches ever closer)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-06-09 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Thoughts cut short, Shoka turns to look at them, too. Their confusion seems completely genuine (not that she's really confident that she'd be able to tell if they were lying).]

... Do you think you might've forgotten it? Or—blocked it out? I mean, it wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy memory...

[Or was it just someone else's memory after all? Whatever it was, somehow she also sensed its importance.]

I was saying... [Something she never would, wasn't it? She strains to think back, inwardly wishing Fret was here to Remind her—but eventually it does come to her.] ... A perfect ending. That I—wanted my perfect ending, too...
dunchies: (007)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-09 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gems. He likes that, enough to smile weakly at the thought. ] That’s a nice way to put it. I usually think of souls as eggs. [ He doesn’t realize how weird that might sound without context. ] You’re right, though. Everyone’s shaped differently. I guess I’m just thinking about people expecting a diamond and getting a topaz.

[ No offense to his fellow topazes. He gives her a bit of a sympathetic look, realizing that this sort of power would not be one he’d ever get used to. ]

No, it’s okay, Firoza. It’s not your fault at all. I’m just—it was a little embarrassing, if that’s the one you saw. [ He sighs, face drooping. ] I’m not really used to talking to big crowds, but I’m glad they were all hungry. I’m not sure how well “let’s eat” will work in future speeches, though...

[ A beat. ] That’s—that’s why I wanted to ask. I think I got one of your memories. The Dawnservant, is that right? He seems so... kingly. I bet having two heads makes decisions easier, too.
outbounds: (wildbolt storm)

i was going to break this up over several tags but, anyway sorry for your textwall;

[personal profile] outbounds 2025-06-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emmet hasn't showed back up in a bit. It's more noticeable when everyone's more or less forced to share tight quarters with each other; normally on any given day, at any given point some people might just be expected to be out in town or training somewhere with more open space to offer than the Spire's own training rooms (terrain differences! might make the difference in a serious fight, after all) or running missions, or checking the caverns for stragglers, or something,

but with the weather making sure that most people are going to be holed up in the same place at the same time, a lot of the time... sure. The last time anyone's seen the strange Zoroark indoors was a while ago. Maybe a little bit too much of one?

The memory drifts by in bits and pieces at first, fragmented snapshots that flicker into the mind in various places in the town where Shoka might be looking. It's a city painted in bold colors, dazzling lights. Lit by the flash of lightning, as the brochures and signboards would say. Tall buildings, packed streets, waterfronts visible in the distance, if you find the right spots to look from. There's an undercurrent of energy to it always, Nimbasa, Unova's heart of leisure and entertainment.

You love this city. You love the people, generally, mostly. You love this station. You love what you do.

What you do. What you say! Always the same.

And yet it feels that, much more often than it ever used to, sometimes you are just going through the motions. (If it were someone else maaaaaybe, maybe! They would need a vacation. But you have no time for that. Some days you get in, and before you know it you've clocked two, three hours of overtime at the end of the day, staring down at paperwork that needs to be done, one way or another, reading through maintenance reports and metrics and expenses and budgets and potential designs that really would be easier to sort through if there were two of you. There aren't. But staying busy is better than letting yourself have too much time to think, late at night, when restless, sleepless thoughts warp themselves into so many unpleasant shapes. What was the last thing you said to him, in words and not the unanswered messages in your Xtrans? Had he needed help, lost, stranded somewhere, and you just didn't think to look in the right places? That he was cared for, he knew that, didn't he? Should you have said it more?)

The schedule is tantamount. The trains have to keep running. So you carry on. Everything kept in working order, routine and rote. Follow the rules. Safe driving. Follow the schedule. Everyone smile. Yours in particular is a familiar face on these platforms and cars as you attend to your usual duties, and if people give the space at your side a little extra room or focus every now and again then it is what it is and you do not call attention to it.

You are haunted by the ghost of a man who isn't dead. He isn't. You will reaffirm that to anyone who's bold enough to ask or bring it up, if they are brazen enough to brave the sidelong looks from other commuters or the absolutely and frigidly professional politeness of the depot agents and other assorted staff who have by now closed ranks around the remaining subway master. 「 ████ 」is not here but that does not mean he is gone. It is not belief but certain truth.

(If it's what you have to cling to then you will. You know the odds and statistics. Good two-thirds, four-fifths of adults found within the first three days. Some small but significant percentage more found within the week, the month. Thousands of long-term missing persons regardless. Leads go cold the longer it gets. And there are so many different strange and still-poorly-understood phenomena in the world; the list of things to investigate, avenues to pursue, dead-ends with potential answers but no actual solutions gets so much longer once you get started on those.

But they have not found anything, there is no proof. Until the truth of it lies in front of you in black and white, presented with irrefutable evidence, you cannot and will not give up on him prematurely. Life goes on, the world marches on, you move forward but not on because you have to hold that space open still, and it hasn't been so long, not really. You will not be the one to bury him, symbolically if not physically.

You can't. It's too close to killing him yourself.)

A challenger is nearing their 48th win in their streak, though, so when that information gets passed over to you via radio you hum as you trade places with the depot agent in the cab, smiling all the while as you hand over engineer duties to instead wait for the challenger at the end of the line. As they step through the doors, as usual, you say:

"Hi, do you remember me?"

Huh. There are two of them. Why both of them? This is not the Multi line. The battle portion of that one has been suspended for a while now, considering, it is strictly a commuter line now. But if they have been allowed this far then they are not breaking any rules, so it is okay.

"I am Emmet.
"I am a Subway Boss. I like Double Battles. I like— ah? Wait—"


Your eyes go wide and the air gets knocked out of you, Hilda and Hilbert both breaking from the normal script for how these things go and instead rushing across the car to tackle you into... a hug? It has been a while since you've seen either of them. Last you heard they'd both left the region. What are they doing...?

"We heard what happened—" "Sorry, we're so sorry—" "We'll look too—" "Let us help?"

... Aha. Oh no. That's no good. Your smile tilts a little, strained around the edges to those who can read it. They don't need to take that upon themselves, really, so you open your mouth to respond,

and the memory goes white.

... It's been raining pretty steadily for a while now. ]
outbounds: (magnetic flux)

[personal profile] outbounds 2025-06-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ He didn't realize that would come through too. He didn't think it was a part of the memory. Well. Not like that. If the fog is taking fragments from them in isolation, stealing stray thoughts and recollections without context or care for any greater whole, then Emmet didn't think ...

Missing Ingo is just something that has woven itself into the makeup of what makes Emmet ... Emmet. Not specific to any single memory. There was nothing in that memory that would have specifically made him think of or miss Ingo any more or less than he did already. He wasn't thinking about Ingo. He wasn't not thinking about him. So he didn't really think that would reflect through, especially in what he would have thought was a fairly gentle memory, or that it would apparently stick and affect Emporio like that. ]


... Sorry, then. Yup.

Bad luck, I guess. That you got something from the last few years instead of before that. And that it reminded you of ... something.

[ Familiarity with that kind of missing ... is it his mother, or someone else who isn't here? Any of those in that first flight, clear fondness in the interactions? ]
dunchies: (086)

(continued cws)

[personal profile] dunchies 2025-06-09 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ You’re just like me. That smile easily makes his eyes narrow in protest, but as his lips curl into a snarl, he can’t bring himself to refute what the Sunkern is saying, not entirely. Kill or be killed—it’s just another side of the same coin. Eating is the exclusive privilege of the living, and he made certain to keep on living, eating and eating until he finally made it back to her embrace.

His gaze settles away from Flowey and onto his basket of treats.
] ... No, that’s not really it. I needed to be strong. Eating monsters was part of understanding how.

[ To be just like them, he thinks, to shed those bits of humanity holding him back. But despite everything, he would always be human. He would always feel fear and love both, no matter how desperately he wanted to swallow those parts of himself until he couldn’t feel anything at all. He suffocated her and devoured the pieces that didn’t belong, all with the faint sliver of hope that somehow, maybe, he could see her again.

That kind of affection and desperation—it's all so deeply human, no matter how he looks at it.
]

Do you, after everything they did to you and your sibling? Or did your new friend change your mind? [ His tone is even with no hint of accusation, if only because he does understand. Even in another world, the cruelty of humans knows no bounds, and yet, feeling the warmth of friend's hug after so long seems to help wash it away, if only for a moment. ] Either way, those kind of feelings... they don't really matter to me, not anymore. I have people I care about and want to make happy. Being mad at humans just gets in the way of all that, and if that's naïve, so be it.

[ He can't bring himself to outright say no to Flowey's question, but his last journey in the dungeon certainly forced him to reflect on those buried feelings regardless. ]
technusrulez: (THAT GHOST CHILD WILL BE SNOOPING...)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-06-09 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Technus doesn't know about the difference between ghosts and Ghost-types. He's a Ghost-type who was already a ghost, and so is Shoka, so...]

[He squints at Shoka. She sure doesn't look drowned. And drowning is an elemental enough death that he'd expect some sort of echo on the form.

Then again, she is wearing a costume...]


I WAS ELECTROCUTED.
seacub: (AND NOW A PIPE TOO??)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-06-09 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Falling but not to...

[......................ah-] Like...

If you were falling, but that way?

[He points down the street, blinking. That feels the best way to describe what his guess is, at least.]
seacub: ('boy i sure hope nothin bad happens')

[personal profile] seacub 2025-06-09 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
...?

[He doesn't even verbalize that one. He just, tilts his head. Blinks.

Eventually he throws Siffrin a bone.
] I mean...sure, but that doesn't seem to mean a whole lot here.

Everyone of us are pretty close in power it feels like, not to mention the size variance. It's not really the same as when you're smaller than adults are...

[The fear of potentially getting throttled is far more diminished, it's very nice.]

...Uh.

I'm....assuming you mean other than Anasui when you ask that...

[That's a no isn't it.

...

He's saying no!!
]
seacub: (who put baby in the trash)

HE WOULD. HE WOULD-

[personal profile] seacub 2025-06-09 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Hahaha, yeah, that's one way to look at it, sure..!

[He's not really had to deal with that kind of problem, and Anasui is far too particular to leave clutter.

The kid shrugs though, shaking his head.
] ...Not really. I was born there so...it was kind of easy to know where the room always was.

Anasui wasn't actually someone I brought there to start though, [he clarifies, turning ahead to focus on leading the way up these many, many stairs.] ...That was Weather.

Anasui's just the only one who came here. ...that's all.

[It somehow doesn't feel like that's 'all', at all.]
seacub: (:])

[personal profile] seacub 2025-06-09 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I can show you! Hehe...

[There's a very muffled 'awww' from somewhere in the room. Who said that!!

...

Polteageist is definitely hearing about this isn't he.
]
wolfcut: (pic#17883244)

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-06-09 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
... Mm. I’ll take your word for it, kid. Ghosts aren’t really my area of expertise. [ Never mind him being haunted by his past. ]

Yeah? Well, I won’t tell him he didn’t get your first invite. [ He bites thoughtfully on his seed before letting out a small sigh. It’s a long way up. ] Weather’s an interesting name, though. [ There’s plenty to be suspicious of, but even he knows better than to push a kid too hard too quickly. He segues for now. ]

Speaking of, I never got yours. I’m Bigby.
bladeofnymeia: (unfortunate)

CW: Dawntrail Spoilers

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-06-09 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
But a topaz can be just as beautiful! And, you're more likely to find them in different colors, aren't you? Topaz can be so many things in so many places. Sometimes that's just what's needed.

[Sometimes even a simple Tiger's Eye can bring someone the most profound joy.]

I - mm. Remind me to tell you what my name means later. [Because he had a question that's better addressed now.] I have definitely had trouble finding the right words. Many times. Almost got killed for it once. [All Laios gets from her mind - because now she's actively trying to clamp down on her memories - is a flustered, nervous "Kupo?"] And if you saw Gulool Ja Ja...well, he'd had about eighty years of experience at that point, I think? And he traveled the length and breadth of two continents worth of land with his allies to really grow into that role and understand the needs of the people he brought together. The two heads probably did help a lot.

[She hesitates for a moment here, her expression somber.]

The head you likely saw was the Head of Resolve. His other, the one with the veil? That was the Head of Reason...and he had passed some years before I had the pleasure to meet him. But Gulool Ja Ja was no less a wise and caring man for it.

[Don't ask how one head could be alive and another dead, she doesn't know and it's unlikely the Mamool Ja have reference for one of their blessed siblings living to such an age as he.]

I think...he'd say not to compare yourself to him, especially if you're at the beginning of such a journey. And I would have to agree.
friendlyflower: flowey looks to the side sadly but smiling (sidesmile)

we can wrap up here, or soon, if you want?

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-09 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ingo smiles at him. In his chest, there's an aching feeling where fondness would be. He did it-- he was 'good'. It's a hollow feeling, like he just manipulated Ingo to his own end, but what choice did he have other than to just die?

He smiles, but there's little joy in it.
]

Yeah... we all gotta stick together.
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[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-09 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I was, for a while. But as the years passed without incident, I suppose those fears faded somewhat. Knowing what I know now...well, I still cannot say exactly what happened, but it sounds as if it was so wildly implausible that it isn't likely to happen twice.

[Though, him getting dragged here sort of...counts...]
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[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-09 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Laios turning the question back on him surprises him enough that the evil smile drops right off his face.]

Unlike you, I wasn't a human. My own failings weren't because of humanity, it was because I was... [Now that the high of terrorizing someone is fading, he just feels pathetic. Does he really still need to act like this, even in another world? He's such an idiot.] ... weak. Stupid. Or whatever.

[For a while, he thought he hated humans. Chara did. And they're certainly different from monsters, who are all warm fuzzies and happy vibes even when they're supposed to be at war with humanity. But hate them? Probably not.

Once, he thought there must be other good humans like Chara-- that's why he hesitated, even when they were closing in to kill him. Now, he wonders, is a human still 'good' if they'd do terrible things for the sake of someone they love? Isn't that why Asgore, monster that he was, killed six human children...?]


... But, no. I don't hate them. I think they're stupid, but so are monsters.

[He's silent for a moment, turning his stare up to the sky.]

Those humans just wanted to survive. Same as you with eating monsters. Is that right or wrong...? I don't know and... it doesn't matter. Whether it's right or wrong, it's real. [He spent too long thinking that the world was 'kill or be killed', that he could 'solve' the world like a game and peel back the curtains to reveal the ugly truth to everyone. It's not so simple, now. Everyone has to eat to live, and most have to kill to eat-- even plants will kill other plants or consume organic material. But that's just nature.] I still think eating other Pokemon is weird, though.

[Flowey looks back at Laios.] Listen. I don't have a soul and I can't feel regret. So if I said 'sorry for tormenting you', it wouldn't mean anything. I'm not really sorry.

But... you're not the type of person I thought you were. Okay? I'll say that.
offtracks: (🚇 sms)

sounds good!

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-09 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
We are all on the same tracks, so to speak!

[Ah, but here - out of the tunnels, finally! Ingo glances back over his shoulder, considering whether there may be more Pokemon down there, but...well, he knows Flowey's here right now.]

Come, I will show you to the guild outpost! They will give you a...psychic pearl...device...that will allow you to contact everyone else, so do feel free to call me again if you need anything!
offtracks: (🚇 ping)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-09 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
...yes, quite so!
offtracks: (🚇 degraded)

wildcard

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-06-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[So, perhaps Ingo shouldn't have taken off on his own forest mission while Emmet was at sea.

But he's been getting slightly more restless of late, as the memory of the fog fades more into the distance. Perhaps he should have waited for Emmet to come back, but when the opportunity came along...well, he's always known that he has to go back out to the forest sometime. Why not head out with Akari and the others? It's a large enough group, and they aren't even going back to the same area.

ANYWAY

After getting treated for the injuries his own teammates were forced to inflict on him, Ingo still doesn't feel entirely better. He limps back dejectedly to the room they've been sharing. If Emmet's not back yet, he'll just take a nap while he waits. If he is...well, Emmet's not his jailer. He feels sort of guilty for leaving considering how it all went, but Ingo still thinks he was well within his rights to go!]